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dreamsagain · 6 days ago
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I figured it would be a good time to share an update with you. I completed 5 radiation treatment sessions in 10 days. I had a new Pet Scan today but no results yet. I wish I could say I'm confident of what the outcome will be. You see when I had the scan prior to the radiation, three new growths were discovered. The cancer in my body is very active. Honestly I was never supposed to live this long but here I am.
Each day I struggle. I can't walk anymore or use my legs. I have become quite the wheelchair master though. My dear friend Holly once told me to keep all four wheels on the ground. Sorry Holly. You get a little bored in my situation. I have come to accept some things that I never thought I would have to. I can't feel the sand of the beach on my toes anymore or the cool ocean water. I can't dance anymore not that I was every very good at it. No more hiking on our trips to northern New England. These may seem trivial to all of you. You never think of these things until you can't do them any longer.
The bigger issues exist. I know my survival chances are slim. I will never give up though till my last breath. I know I will never fall in love with that special girl or settle down or even have a family. Why would anyone want a cancer ridden cripple? My days are consumed with doctors, physical therapy and trying to keep my head up.
Through all of this I'm grateful. I'm grateful for the people that try every day to lift my spirits, to encourage me and support me and most of all love me.
So to the following people, I say thank you and I love you forever.
Lauren @callmenonames my best friend in the universe. I have no words to describe the love you have shown me and the love I have for you. You sacrifice for me every day even at the cost of your own health. You are truly amazing.
Ellie @everylittlethingshedoesismagic my sweet London friend and her beautiful partner Sarah. Not a day goes by that I don't get a sweet message or picture. Unconditional and unwavering support and love. I have dreamt so many times about coming to London to just give you a hug and tell you thank you. I hope some day I can do that. I love you my friend
Karen @karenpillagain where do I begin. You are sweet and kind. Very silly and quirky and I think a little crazy too. You make me laugh and smile. When you had your accident I cried for days. Your partner Kate is a very lucky girl as are yo to have her. Two beautiful Aussies that deserve life's very best. I love you both and do hope we can make that Disney trip someday.
CJ @crystaljaydeinside1 Another incredible Aussie. You never hold back your care and encouragement. Always a sweet message, encouraging word or song to lift me up. I'm glad we connected the way we have and always love our chats. You have become very special to me and Lauren as well. I do love you my friend.
Breelynn @breelynnxoxoxoxo Where do I begin? You were a big support to my sister till the end. You remained close to Lauren and have always supported us. One of kind with a heart bigger than your body. Caring, loving and beautiful. Thank you for your continued support and love. I love you girl! You are amazing
Holly @hollys-coffee-cafe I fell in love with you so easy. You are beautiful, caring, and very special to me. I know we had our moments but there are no conditions on my feelings. You are an encouragement to me to never give up and I never will. I will always love you.
Last but not least Sadie @bambibrowneyes when I met you thanks to Holly, you were dealing with your own issues. Your beautiful wife Shelby sick with the same awful disease as me. There was an instant connection with the three of us. Shelby has since passed and your life has gone on. New career, new city and new love. I'm happy for you my friend. Love you
Okay that's it from me. I probably missed several people. I'm sorry for the long worded post. If you remember, say a prayer, send me you good vibes or whatever you believe in. I need them all.
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pink-valkyrie-writes · 1 year ago
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Could you do reinhardt x fem reader relationship head cannons please
omg I love grandpa Reinhardt. He's a gilf fr and I want him LMAOOO.
Reinhardt x fem!reader
-warnings: sfw then nsfw, older man x younger woman, fluff and smut :)
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SFW:
-Since Rein is an older guy, he would def have an old school take on getting into a relationship
-Leaving flowers left in at your door, eating together during lunch, writing you little notes to get you through your day, kisses on your knuckles, and dancing in the moonlight/rain (whichever comes first)
-Since my man is 7'4, he's definitely going to be taller and bigger than you. He will always be gentle with you, treating you like a porcelain doll. Hell, even if you were somehow stronger than him, he will still act like you're made of glass.
-Though he is a sweetheart, due to his past I feel he can have moments of grieving. As much as you want to help and try to feel better, sometimes the burden is too much to bear and can push you away.
-Give him time, assuming you're younger than him (gilf is 61), there some things that take longer to heal/ deal with. He doesn't expect you to fully understand, but listening helps so much. Tell him he can rest his lap in your lap and talk it out! He will try his best to explain his crusader past to you.
-More on him being a sweetheart, it's almost sickening how much he cares about you. Opens the doors for you, gets upset if you open them yourself. He will push you back out the door to open them for you himself.
-Even though his shoulder kills him, he will still pick you up and carry you around. On the battlefield, if you happen to be hurt, he will carry you to the nearest medic...but he will still refuse to let you go. Even his has to hold you while swinging his hammer, he will do it.
-He loves to sleep with you on top of him. It's just relaxing for him, like sleeping with a weighted blanket. He'll hold you close to his chest and sleep like a baby.
-He does fear he'll roll over and crush you...but that hasn't happened yet.
-You will have to show him how to work a cell phone. It's an excuse to have you close. But he genuinely needs your help
-If you're a healer, he'll only go to you. For literally anything. Any physical therapy? He'll only ask for you. Sick? he'll visit you every day to get a checkup.
-adding onto that, he knows that being a medic can be stressful. He'll do anything and try to make you relax. Massages, movie nights, and even try and cook for you. He'll place you in his lap and try to relieve you of stress from work.
-If you two ever have to go on separate missions, Rein will be contacting you every day. He'll send emails and call you whenever you're both free to talk. Rein will and can talk for hours so you may not get sleep that night.
-Once you two meet up again from your mission, he'll give you the biggest bone crushing bear hug. He gets so excited to see you that he can't contain himself.
-he hasn't felt this kind of love in years, so he may be clingy in the beginning. At times it can be suffocating. But You two can talk it out and create boundaries,
-The two of you sit together outside of the Watchpoint: Gibraltar, gazing up at the stars. He wanted to have a moment of peace for you two. It was fresh into your relationship with Rein and it was the honeymoon phase. He held your hand as you two talked about anything and everything.
-"Mein engel...I'm happy we were able to find time for ourselves..." Rein said, leaning down to place a kiss on your head. You smiled, feeling a sense of joy, "Me too... I know this is not the most romantic place but...anywhere with you in amazing.." You told him, smiling up at him
-He laughed, "You know such a way with words.." Rein said, his hand now caressing your face. He then pulled you into his lap, holding you close. The two of you sat with each other in a comfortable silence.
NSFW:
-It's pretty obvious. Size difference.
-He loves holding onto your small body as he thrusts into you. It's a huge turn on to watch you underneath him.
-Because my man is huge...There is going to be a small belly bulge. He's a sucker for it. He knows he's huge (not just height) and he's so proud you can take him
-He loves to top, a soft dom. he never gets too rough from the fear of hurting you, but a couple ass smacks never hurt anybody
-Rein doesn't know how he feels about toys. He's old fashioned and thinks he should give you pleasure. I think one you show him a vibrator and it can help during sex, he'll come around
-Sometimes he'll use a vibrator on you. He'll sit you in his lap and press it against your sensitive. And my man is strong, so you won't be getting out of his grip any time soon. Also use one on him, he'll go crazy
-FULL NELSON! FULL NELSON! IDC IDC IDC.
-he'll show his strength by folding your legs back behind your head, his hands holding the backs of your knees and thrust into you.
-Since he is older, sometimes he can get achy bones. Just ride him and make him feel better <3 He also loves seeing you ride him. He'll run his hands up your chest and hold your breast as you bounce on him <3
-Loves getting blowjobs from you. He loves standing up and looking down at you. He'll rest a hand on your head and praise you.
-He is big down there so taking his dick will take some practice. Just take your time, Rein is a very patient man with you...and he knows his size is big so he'll help you practice deepthroating <3
-He can get insecure about his age. You're so much younger and he feels you deserve better. Worship his body, praise him, and tell him how much you love him
-Standing sex <3 that's all I have to say
-He loves to eat pussy. Idc he loves to give you pleasure. He will feel bad about his beard rubbing against your thighs and giving you a brush burn :(
-He loves when you show him new things and learning with you is a huge turn on. He always tells you that you can teach an old dog new tricks <3
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dropthedemiurge · 11 months ago
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Got prompted by @pinkkop but also partially this might end up as the controversial Thai BL post because the range of characters I'd defend with the passion is very wide for me:D
8 BL BOYS I WILL THROW HANDS FOR
Uea (Bed Friend)
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This show isn't jokingly called 'A Tale of 1000 Traumas' for no reason, I mean – there is only so much one young adult can go through, and Uea has been through... well, almost everything. Tagging hurt/comfort fics on AO3 will result into red triggers all around. What fascinates me in this character is his resilience, too. He managed to go through everything with the sheer will power and knowing his own worth, what he deserves and what he does not. I am so glad the show made an active choice to send him to therapy and give him a considerate and loving boyfriend! He really needs both.
Sky (Love in the Air)
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Again, no surprise that everyone would want to protect Sky. The acting was also chef's kiss in this show, I know I shouldn't be but I absolutely enjoyed seeing Sky getting triggered and sent to the red-lit room in his mind because this was pure cinematography, but irl I would just hug Sky with consent and never let him go. And kick Gun until he never rises up again too. I think Rain should've been given full freedom to avenge for his best friend. But this is also why I'm writing all these skyrain fics – because they are safe space for each other and I want to keep seeing it.
Rain (Love in the Air)
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Ehem, like I said– the show has not declared it loudly but he's one of the most ADHD characters in Thai BLs if I ever saw one. He does not deserve to be mocked for his struggles and airheadness. I wish we saw more of him playing into his strengths beside taming a dom, instead of being infantilized by the show sometimes. Don't ask me to dive into full analysis though, I only could watch the PayuRain half of the show once so I'm going off vibes I remember, but I absolutely adore Rain and love reading fics that focus on his ADHD headcanon and how others understand and help him. And also those platonic BDSM tendencies he has with his best friend Sky.
Kawi (Be My Favorite)
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For this guy, I would not fight the show or narration because they treated both characters and viewers with care, gentleness, wise teaching and love (Max is a harsh brat but that's his personality). I would actually fight the fandom: from people who hate-watched this show and refused to acknowledge it was amazingly done further than 'i might've liked it but ew screw this actor and novel the show was inspired by amiright don't judge me for liking it jk lol' to some individuals who missed the beautifully developed and portrayed close bond (aspec on at that, I'll stay firm) that spread across >10 years and different timelines and reduced Kawi to immature whiny weirdo who's scared to fuck Pisaeng ten times a day instead of one, idk. This show is a gem with many life-lessons and Kawi has one of the strongest and fascinating character development in Thai BLs that I've seen. Hands are being thrown.
Boston (Only Friends)
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The creators of the show said the series didn't have any intentional message, but considering how many long discussions and poured out frustrations we had with some people, Only Friends definitely did Boston wrong. So what if he's a proud slut, should the show punish him for it while praising 'righteous' characters high on their horses? I don't think so. My guy was constantly filmed illegally and threatened by his hookups and friends, he's very hesitant about falling in love but he tried his best with clearly spoken offers, poly views and limits. I also see Boston kinda neurodivergent and/or demiromantic based on many lines he said about himself and his own view of people and relationships in the series. Nick might not be fully compatible with him, and I would throw hands for both of them, but if those two would communicate better, there would be no need for the OOC "twist" at the end. Their story could be beautiful, sad and realistic, instead Boston being kicked down in the street dirt by everyone after opening up about his heart and fears made me angry.
Akk (The Eclipse)
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These descriptions just keep getting longer and longer? Oops... I don't think I need to explain the desire to protect Akk – this guy has not stopped crying since a mischievous and passionate newbie managed to break through his 100m thick wall of composure, pokerface and sheer will to survive. And also through all the manipulation Akk faced from the people he looked up to. Akk and everything that he went through managed to rip my heart out, and I'm not kidding. If you're repressed, oppressed and/or struggling with money, desire to make your parents proud and can't help but feel 'disapproved' feelings for someone – meet Akk, he's very relatable. I'd protect him and you too.
Thua (The Eclipse)
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*clears throat* I did say this post would get controversial. I can and I will consider 90% of the people who hate Thua as lacking media literacy :D But without getting into useless fandom discussions, Thua is a poor teenager that needs love and support to be able to find himself and his own voice. He's stressed out by a harsh step-father, constantly facing homophobia and mocking in school, has suicidal intentions and the only good friend who opposed homophobic students and teachers, who showed him safe space and helped reach out to his mother, encouraged him to speak out loudly... went behind everyone's back, started dating the main "bully" of the school who threatened every queer for months and decided to support him while silencing students' and Thua's voices. At least that's what Thua experienced from his POV. Would you throw hands? Thua did, and while I may not agree with how he handled the situation, I can't hate him. He finally stood up for himself and his own, tried to change the system, and I'd fight Suppalo school for him too.
Black (Not Me)
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There's someone who doesn't need my protection at all! A second before turning into bloody merciless activist-fighter who doesn't shy away from murdering capitalists and cops, I would still want Black not to think he's better off alone. While antagonistic sexually-tense exchange of comas with his ex-best friend can count as one of the most delicious type of romance that happened in subtext not text, he still deserved to seek solace in his ex-girlfriend and (ex? they were so close, why Gram does not care about him at all when he returns? we'll never know) other activist friend's company. Also, fighting with his life to change something in how the country works and hearing 'nah, your twin is better, he knows how to fight with social media so we achieved more with him than with you' from his mentor and Black deciding that he should again ditch everyone he cares about...noo:( I need spin-off about him where he gets everything he really deserves.
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lenasprouts-words · 7 months ago
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olderbrother!skz headcanons pt 2!!
ahh maknae line! hyung line
han
you guys are inseparable
you also get mad at minho for stealing your brother
also han and u are actual soulmates
minho is second (and less cool in ur opinion)
only about one-two years apart
when yall meet he does the ‘where my hug at?’ thing
its either you koala hug him or he does
just like, legs wrapped around waist typa hug
or he’ll bury his face into your armpit
you think it’s disgusting but he argues its comfy 
he sends you all his photos he wants to post
then you choose the ones you like 
he likes anime; you like kdramas
constantly fighting abt which is better
it got so heated once that even felix rose his voice for yall to stfu
its okay tho u made up a day after and went to the park to have a singing contest
you watch silly documentaries together
your chat is filled with stupid jokes and complaints
but he’s the first to know when something is wrong
started dissing this kid who bullied you in fifth grade
he got sent to the office but gave you a hug right before
steals things from photoshoots to give to you
spams you when he’s in the studio
asks you for lyric inspo and uses your terrible love life as inspo
once you showed one of his songs to your partner
’my brother wrote this about my last ex. dont make him do it again, he cried writing it.’
well your partner also cried so
matching stuffed animals <3
asks you to help him learn twice choreo
bc ur a huge once
he also got you a signed album from them
’oh here noonas gave me this idk why tho’
felix
loves you to death.
like fr its scary
youre four-five years younger than him
so you basically have eight older brothers
nicknamed you smiley bc your smile is the cutest thing ever (and it is)
runs to you calling ‘smiley!!!’
and lifts you off the ground when you hug
he hooks his chin around your shoulder and smells you
you think him smelling you is weird but it isnt
bc according to him you smell like ‘vanilla and lavenders and lemon’
it is so very random but you love it anyways
you two balance each other out so well, in a really weird way tho
like he’s hyper and energetic and sweet
while your active and excited and a little bitter
your insults and comebacks make him cry laugh every time
and you do the same with felix
he will NEVER shut up abt you trust
like seungmin once put him on a ban from talking about you
but he just started texting about you so
taught you taekwando
and now you fight hand to hand against changbin (and win most times)
felix doesnt like it tho bc ‘changbinnie'll get hurt and cry!’
both of your puberty hormones went to your voice box
his got deeper and huskier; yours is silkier and in the middle tone range leaning deep
but its like a rich deep ya know?
when he’s sleepy he starts mumbling random sentences and you record them snd send them to you group chat named ‘skz (-1 sunshine +1 smiley)’
if seungmin thought felix was bad at gaming, youre even worse
most of the time you end up dying
its funny because you started gaming before felix did too
you gave each other sweatshirts for white day in korea
and now your roommate hates when you use it because its so worn down and lowk smelly
jeongin has to beg felix to take it off and put it in the wash
dance parties at random times
especially if you or felix are feeling down
the playlist ‘HOE DANCE DOWN!’ is blasting
consisting of twice, charli xcx, dua lipa, and olivia rodrigo
other artists too and some from jyp bc felix loves his jypnation
not jyp tho anytime felix complains abt the ‘stupid motherfucker who wont shut up and has no talent and too much confidence’
complains ESPECIALLY while yall r playing fortnite, on your request
baking is your shared therapy
felix makes brownies, you make cookies
perfect duo in the kitchen
you bake so often that watching you two is like a dance
members will literally watch you bake and you flip them off
‘LIXIE I GOT FLIPPED OFF AGAIN!’
‘JISUNG STOP BEING A CREEP!!’
rock paper scissors is YOUR thing
like felix will just turn to you and stick his fist out
you also win almost every time
seungmin
you literally have twin telepathy
mainly bc your twins but he is also thirty two minutes older
so, day ones
gatekeeps you from his friends but not the group
because somehow they already knew who you were
you introduced yourself to them the day they debuted
only pretends to be sad abt not being a twin in the group
because he already has you and wouldnt change it for anything
the only person he will not hesitate from skinship is you
pats on the head, chin on shoulder, holding hands, occasional squeezing
his hugs are your safe spot
he’d tap you on the shoulder and take your arm
then he starts massaging you after pulling you into the hug
and it feels so good
and he’s surprisingly good at it too
treats you like a baby bc ur the youngest in you family (by a half hour)
once got you a new phone to stop you from complaining
you think its because he loves you but that is denied every time (its true tho, bc who wouldnt love you?)
only person who can calm you down
when you get too mad
he’ll call you or lay next to you
rub your back until you calm down
if youre on call he’ll put on music and start singing random shit
youre the orange kitty to his golden retriever puppy
you literally paw at him until he gives you his attention
he’ll get excited and its the cutest thing you’ve seen
wakes you up by singing the high note in ‘cover me’ in your ear
ever since he’d recorded that he’s been bragging abt it
but you dont mind bc his singing is nice and you know he would feel the same if you bragged about your fashion designs and website
every day you leave him sweet messages (like his older sister!!)
‘oh seungmo, love your hair today! your smile lit up my room puppy’
in return he sends cute gifs
he also learned french from the i am you tour to swear at you
asks for help in english before events/interviews where english will be used
you were the one who calmed his worries before the paris fashion week
since youre an english and fashion design major he relies on you
he will also never get over the fact that his TWIN is double majoring
your literally jeongin’s favorite tho
bc if seungmin says no you’ll say yes
very very mischevious
if one of you are having a bad day
you’ll just bring the other to a rage room
very effective
jeongin
he’s the maknae of the group and hates getting babied
so he automatically doesn’t baby you
maybe he does a little bit….
but thats because you told him it was okay and you liked it
youre around three years younger than him
so everyone in the group babies you
jeongin is always the first to go and greet you tho
spooks you tho
goes behind your back and yells ‘boo!’ in your ear
he gets punched by you after that
you just tackle him and squeeze him
but he goes ‘oh youve grown so big now!’
he’s also been getting stronger so when he goes into his normal hug where he puts his amrs around and under your armpits, you get squeezed until youre out of breath
on that note
he takes you to the gym bc you’ve been wanting to work out since starting college
he wanted to b your gym buddy (also was scared of u dying bc of asking binnie)
pushes you enough to finish bc he knows ur limits <3
you go to a convinience store after your workouts
both of yall try to pay BUT you make a schedule for who pays
you switch off
innie is extremely proud he made that idea
share a gym playlist
and most of your playlist
bc ur music taste is so similar you end up collabing playlists
you both do daily fit checks
slowly you’ve been able to coax him out of terrible shoe choices
you’ll show him something new and he’ll be like
‘oh is this what all the youngsters are wearing now?’
he busts out these rubber shoes that give you a headache
‘im doing it for stay’ you know stay’s reaction bc u r one
you always show what stays are saying on pinterest and call them simps
but you also cant talk bc, and jeongin quotes this
‘damnn hyunjin looking fine enough to be mine’
but also jeongin constantly uses pick up lines on YOUR friends
if he ever picks you up he’ll turn to someone your hanging out with
‘are you the sun because youre so hot you burn my retinas’
and everyone is just. majorly confused
its his random space obsession showing okay
you went on a planetarium date one time
he talked your ear off and then you bit his ear
retaliation for all the times he’s bit you when he was a wee little one
after that you went shopping
a stay photographed yall starting dating rumors
but its okay bc jeongin addressed it in his lives
telling everyone youre siblings
there is a ten minute video of him cracking up, tears flowing bc of the situation
@chans-muffin i delivered!!!!
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luvly-writer · 2 years ago
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“But oh..cara mia”
Ch. 1: So what did i miss?
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Dick Grayson x Latina! Reader
Status: Ongoing
Warnings: none
Author’s Note: Seeing as “You are my sunshine” is ending, I published the first chapter to get you guys as excited as I am for this story.  Warnings, in this story, heavy amounts of character trauma will be discussed. Therefore, heavy amounts of angst will be shown. Worry not though, fluff and feels will also be a part of it. Enjoy the first chapter and if you’d like to be part of the tag list, don’t be afraid to send me an ask, reply on the chapters, or send me a message. Feedback is always positively welcomed and loved. Love you all!
Taglist:  @lorosette @nanas-teatime @prettyacademia00
Series Masterlist:
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It had been a quiet night on patrol. Nothing big had happened, just a few thugs here and there. Everyone had retired for the night and decided to crash at Wayne Manor. First arrived Babs, Steph, and Cass, they had been the group closest to the manor. Then came, Tim, Jason, and Duke. Dick, Damian, and Bruce arrived last.  They had all entered and headed directly to the changing rooms, too busy with the chatter and banter to even pay attention to the batcomputer.  Funny enough, for a group of vigilantes and the world’s greatest detectives, no one noticed the figure next to Alfred, smirking at them from the seat of the batcomputer. “They really are hopeless sometimes” the young girl laughed at Alfred who nodded along with a soft smile. Finally, everyone had returned and noticed someone had been sitting waiting for them. 
“Well, i’ll be fucking dammned,” said Jason with a laugh as the girl jogged towards them. “Hello strangers!” she giggled as Cass, Stephanie and Barbara went to hug her. Next was Tim and Jason who couldn’t help but tease her for leaving them for two whole years. Duke then smiled as the young girl jumped in his arms and hugged him tightly whilst screaming that God-awful nickname she knew he hated but secretly loved, “Duckie!” Finally, she turned to the last three, first giving a hug to Bruce, the man who had come to love her as one of his own. Then she turned to Dick, and Damian swore the cave turned tense for a second. He looked at both of them, who were standing face to face, looking at each other dead in the eye. Damian looked around, confused at the anxious faces of everyone around. Even his father was looking at them wearily. “Richard,” she said dryly, to which her counterpart responded just as drily with a nod, “YN”. They kept eye contact for a few moments and when she broke it off to look at Damian, everyone let out a sigh of relief. “Bruce! YOU GOT ANOTHER ONE!” she said looking at him bewildered. She turns to the man and says, “Ok, that’s it, you definitely have a problem, Bruce. You can’t keep exchanging therapy for adopting orphans. I thought we were past that!” making the rest laugh. It wasn’t Yn if she isn’t berating Bruce on something. Bruce at least had the decency to look bashful and Damian spoke up before he could open his mouth, “I am not an orphan, I’m his son. THE blood son”. Yn eyes widened and she looked at Bruce who confirmed his claims. “I leave for two years and come back to find you have a biological kid! Bruce! You could have at least sent an email of precaution!” she says and Bruce shoots back, “I would have if you hadn’t been traveling constantly or in Themyscira” to which the girl smiled bashfully. “You said I needed a break, so I took it.” making the rest laugh. It was good to have her back. Before long, they had migrated to one of the living rooms where she told them all about her adventures and gave them little souvenirs. Throughout this entire time, Damian observed her carefully. She was open with everyone else, yet guarded with Grayson. There were times he would find them looking at each other when the other wasn’t paying attention. A strange fondness could be found in their eyes.
Finally, everyone started to retire to their bedrooms, but before he did, Yn called him out. They were left alone in the living room, with Damian looking at her curiously. “Heard you are half Arab,” she said looking at him softly. She was kind, that he could tell. “He answered quickly, wanting to know what she wanted from him, “Yes, I was raised at the League of Assasins by my mother and Grandfather.” She nodded, “Ras Al Ghul and Talia Al Ghul, damn, another traumatized kid to the bunch. How’d that happen with B?” she said not expecting an answer but Damian cleared it up for her, “She drugged him. Doesn’t take a genius to know it”. She hummed in response and pulled something out of her bag. It was an elephant figurine, beautiful in all aspects. It was jade with golden accents. Truly a remarkable piece. She extended her hand towards him and presented it to him. “Here, a small present. As a welcome to the family. I got it when I visited Arabia. Elephants are my favorite animals, thought you’d like it,” she said and smiled when he took it. He felt a warm sensation in his chest, one he wasn’t used to. Giving her a nod, he thanked her and left for his room. She could see the small smile he was trying to suppress. Once in his room, Damian placed the figurine on his bedside table. Admiring it a little, his thoughts were full of the observations he made of today. Yn Ln. First, he identified what was known. Everyone in the family seemed to be quite fond of her except Grayson, which was out of character seeing as he was normally the warmest. She was kind, and he would understand the fondness of everyone else. She seemed to know all of them quite well, meaning her presence in the family must go way back. And finally, things between Grayson and her were NOT good. Now to what he didn’t know. What exactly was her part in this family? Why does she have such influence over everyone? And his biggest doubt, what the hell happened between Grayson and her that caused everyone to tense up at a mere staredown between the two. That night, as he went to sleep, he assigned himself a new mission. Find out who is Yn Ln and what went wrong between her and Grayson. 
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chiefbeifongcanrailme · 8 months ago
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So Lin’s significant other meets Su… how does it go down ? Who is she dating ? Do they know about the story behind the scars etc ? Did Lin purposefully introduce them or would she have preferred to keep it private or is this just an inconvenient situation ?
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So I have a couple of different theories about this and it's going to turn into an essay- so you've been warned. But despite this, I would say Lin definitely prefer to keep everything private but it's not always her choice.
The answer would vary depending on the pairing.
With Tenzin, there's two schools of thought: 1) assuming Suyin scarred Lin and left but the linzin break up never happened, I guess it wouldn't be any different. That one scene in book 3 where Su's like "No wonder Tenzin ended things with you all those years ago." tells me that she knew about Lin and Tenzin having relationship problems. So, when the sisters reconcile, she wouldn't be surprised that Lin ended up with Tenzin. She'd probably laugh a little and give Tenzin a hug like "I knew you'd get her." in the end. 2) If Lin and Tenzin get back together during/post-canon, I think Lin wouldn't be sure how/what to tell her sister. Even though Su is a much bigger believer in the "people can change" phenomenon, she won't let that apply to Tenzin. She'd be very untrusting of him and his intentions. To Lin, getting back together is a big deal but she doesn't realize how her feelings of happiness would bring anyone else joy. So on the one hand, Su would be overjoyed, over the moon because she is a hardcore Linzin shipper, but on the other hand, she'd be extremely angry and fist Tenzin's face with a "don't your DARE hurt her again." Or she may just protest the relationship and Lin would be like "I never should've told you..."
If it's Bumi, either pre-, during or post-canon, I don't think Lin would be keen on telling Suyin anything of that sort. Her personal life is personal and Suyin, to her is not personal. You know what I mean? The only thing is- with Tenzin, because of their history, I see Lin getting that out of the way before Su finds out about it in the newspaper or something- cuz a Linzin reunion would be IMPACTFUL to Republic City. So, it's more so a heads-up than sharing personal information. But yeah, coming back to Bumi, Lin would absolutely not tell Suyin unless she is specifically asks her if she's in a relationship with anyone. If it's pre-reconciliation Linumi, I can see Lin telling Su about it/letting her find out from other sources, but if it's post-canon Linumi, Lin would try hiding it until Suyin inevitably pries it out of her.
Now these answers hold in regards to people Su knew from when she was younger. And because of this, naturally, both Bumi and Tenzin know where Lin got her scars from.
If it were Lightning Bolt Zolt, I think @wishingforatypewriter explained this really well over here. But in time, Su would come around because she wouldn't wanna come across as a hypocrite for judging Lin. Zolt one hundred percent knows who the scars are from- in fact, I can see him confronting Suyin about it too- sending her for that acupuncture therapy to make her realize just how much she hurt her Lin. I think Lin would rather this stay private until one fine day it just comes out in the open.
Coming to Linko, Lin would take her own sweet time with telling Su. It isn't until Mako insists on going public, actually. He gradually finds out about the scars.. there's a chance he finds out from Suyin than from Lin.
Okay and finally, coming to my OC, Zekou. Zekou knows about the scars- Lin told him about it and isn't after a few months after reconciling with Su that she introduces them to each other. It's more so because Su keeps pressing about Lin's personal life and Zek trying to help Lin reconnect with her sister that leads to this. Zek is kind and friendly, and as much as he tried emulating Lin's behavior with her sister, he ends up getting along with her. He's reserved when it comes to Su and follows Lin's lead.
I think this about covers it. I hope this answers the question. Thank you for the ask!
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traincrashs · 3 months ago
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Seen a lot of puzzl3 and that makes me so happy brah oh my goodness.
I like to think that they go on secret dates like restaurants and clubs often times just talking about plans Mr. puzzles plans on how to take over smg4's show, smg3 plans on how to mess with smg4 nothing to crazy and plans on how he wants to upgrade his cafe. And their more than happy to listen to each other, smg3 adds to puzzles plans since he's an ex villain and puzzles offers to help 3 with building and advertising.
I like to think its like puzzles comes in every morning to the cafe for coffee and gives 3 little notes of stuff he wants to say but cant because he's embarrassed when they see each other, smg3 reads them every single time before bed and get so fuckin happy and laughs like a maniac out of joy, love stuck.
I think they have fought a few times in general but I dont think it would get physical or awful in anyway, I think they've had their disagreements and they both just get mad at each other until one of them gives the other flowers n such mainly puzzles, he knows 3 is to stubborn to admit he's wrong, and 3 would just take them and hug him.
Also 3 being a therapist and ex villian, I think he would slowly try to imply for puzzles to seek out therapy to help himself. Puzzles is so tone deaf he doesn't catch the signs until 3 is walking him to a therapist and he finally realizes whats happening and cannot back out of it. uhhh idk if it works for him but yk could work couldn't work but I think 3 wants him to get better in some way but also likes to see puzzles mess with 4 so that spark in 3 of seeing 4 a mess is still there.
They are SUPER distant with each other when around others you will catch them dead talking to each other and will play it off as fighting if they realize their being watched. but in private usually at night they'll be holding hands and walking around uhhh bombs in hand forr safe keeping....in a bank yk just casual date stuff!
That's all i got to yap about skibidi toilet rizz!!! PLEASE IM SO STUPID HAHAAHAHA :3 lallaalal!! spins in circles this is my blog I do whatever I want and if you send me a mean ask I didnt hear you lalalalal!!!
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artzychic27 · 1 year ago
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More Addams Class Stuff (Mainly quotes, some original and some from the show)
Zoé: It’s the day your entire family gathers around you and judges your worth as a human being!… I hear it’s like Thanksgiving.
Mme. Bustier: Demeter, care to explain to me why I caught Marc trying to stab Nathaniel?
Mme. Mendeleiv: Near the heart?
Mme. Bustier: … Yes?
Mme. Mendeleiv: Oh, Marc’s just in love. Once, he told me he wanted to bite his head off like a female spider during mating season.
Mme. Bustier: And you’re not sending him to therapy?
Mme. Mendeleiv: Well, if he gives him a bouquet of roses, we’ll see.
Simon: *About Denise* I would die for them. I would kill for them. Either way, what bliss.
Simon: When we first met years ago, it was an evening much like this. Magic in the air. An enby.
Denise: A demiboy.
Simon: An open grave. It was my first funeral.
Denise: You were so beautiful. Pale and mysterious. No one even looked at the corpse.
Denise and Simon are the Gomez and Morticia of the class
Whenever Denise speaks Spanish, Simon will drop whatever he’s doing and rush to kiss up and down their arm
Simon may or may not have ordered a couples’ coffin for the two of them
Yes, they met at a funeral. When they were nine, Simon snuck out of his room in the dead of night and Denise was just walking through the rain when they came across the service and they found each other
Austin T: What if you met someone who would worship and be your eternal love slave?
Jean: I’d pity them.
Marinette: *About Zoé* She’s a black widow!
Kim: We are all in the tastefully decorated bedroom… Of a killer!
*Dramatic sting*
Adrien: It is tastefully decorated.
Kim: Eh, it’s okay.
Zoé: So, I killed! So, I maimed! So, I slaughtered every girl I’ve been in a relationship with! Don’t I deserve love? And happiness?… And jewelry?!
Reshma: Aw, of course, you do.
*The Science Kids all hug her*
Ismael: Everyone deserves those things, especially the jewelry.
Cosette is praying for the day Zoé attempts to kill them. They’re hoping for cyanide poisoning
It’s actually on her bucket list to be offed by a black widow, along with going to the Bermuda Triangle, getting struck by lighting twice, getting bitten by a black mamba, and skydiving without a parachute into shark infested waters
It’ll be hard to kill Cosette though. Its’ organs come out very easily all the time
One time on Valentine’s Day, Cosette left their heart in Zoé’s backpack and in return, got a hatchet to the back. She loves them!
Reshma: This day is looking bleak. All joy will be drained from this very room and children will be left in agony for hours on end, praying for Death’s cool hand to save them.
Alya: Was that a prediction?
Reshma: No, exams are today.
Nathaniel: *After kissing Marc, he immediately starts coughing* I think something crawled in my mouth!
Marc: Oh, I think that was Eliza. I hope she finished laying her eggs.
Nathaniel: Wh-what?!
Marc: Yeah, she was going to lay them in me this morning, but she seemed a little shy about it. Well, if you feel a sudden weight in your chest, she probably laid them.
Nathaniel would be terrified if Marc weren’t so damn beautiful
Nathaniel would die for him, he’d walk across coals for him, he’d take a dagger to the heart, allow Marc to eat his head like a female spider during mating season
In short… Nathaniel’s crazy about him
They met when Nathaniel was sketching one day in a dark corner of the school and Marc was hiding in the shadows, writing Nathaniel’s eulogy
Ismael: Mme. Mendeleiev, it was terrible! He killed them!
Mme. Mendeleiev: Caline’s students?
Ismael: The dragon!
Mme. Mendeleiev: What dragon? Who killed a dragon?
Ismael: A knight in shining armor, he killed the dragon.
Mme. Mendeleiev: I can't believe anyone would kill a dragon.
Demeter doesn’t really approve of the books Caline has both their students read
They’re filled with unnecessary violence and other terrible things- Children murdering old women, corrupt royals slaying dragons, and strange older men kissing younger women
She’d rather have them read the works of Edgar Allen Poe and maybe a few books by Stephen King
Mireille sometimes accidentally summons one of the ghosts possessing Lacey, and she will just end up wherever Mireille has her seance set
Mireille may or may not be trying to raise an army of the dead to do her bidding… And you can’t prove it, either
After school, the students like to hang out at an old funeral home, which, thankfully still has an intact embalming room
Aurore makes sure to leave a rain cloud pouring over the funeral home 24/7
Jean: Austin...
Austin T: Yes, raven?
Jean: Last night, you were unhinged. You were like some desperate howling demon. You frightened me… Do it again.
Austin Tomassian fell for Jean the moment he walked out of a burning building, looking so elegant amongst the screaming crowd trying to escape
He fell again… Literally. He fell into a sinkhole. When Jean walked by, one just opened up out of nowhere
Jean eventually caught feelings when there was an accident in wood shop class and Austin T got cut right in the finger crotch. There was a so much blood, and Jean was smitten that day
Mme. Mendeleiev: Class… Why do you hate Zoé?
Reshma: We don’t hate her. We just want to hang out with her.
Simon: Especially her head.
Mme. Mendeleiv: Do you think I like Zoé more than all of you?
Science Kids: Yes.
Mme. Mendeleiev: And do you think that when a new student comes along, one of you has to die?
Science Kids: … Yes.
Ironically, Simon has good dreams at night. He barely gets any sleep because of them
M. Monlataing: What are you doing?
Cosette/Ismael: *Hiding makeshift mines behind their bqcks* Nothing!
M. Monlataing: Oh, I don’t think so. *Hands them a bag of explosives* If you want to make a proper mine, use this.
Cosette/Ismael: Thanks, M. Monlataing! *Run off*
M. Monlataing: What are they teaching these kids today? Not knowing the proper methods to make an explosive.
M. Monlataing fully supports the students
And in response, they don’t try do blow him up every day… Only every other day
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cheeriofluff · 2 years ago
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Random Sunflower photobomb and Cactiflower Headcanons because i love all 3 of these ships
Note: this takes place after the events of omori, And sunny and basil both seek therapy.
PHOTOBOMB:
Like sunny, Aubrey isn't good at pet names for just about anyone so Aubrey just calls Basil "Little man" or "Baisy" (her best one!)
Aubrey will BEAR HUG basil, like she tries it playfully but basil always ends up telling her "Aubrey you're crushing my everything ACK" Afterwards tho basil gladly gives Aubrey a small hug of love and Forgiveness.
Whenever they sleep over they have pillow fights and sometimes basil plays the role as the "villain" in their pillow fight roleplay and says the dumbest goofiest shit you'd see in cartoons, so basically Aubrey can't take him seriously at all.
Aubrey always wins.
Basil loves PvZ and on a date to a local resturant once Basil and Aubrey found this claw machine that had a peashooter plush, Aubrey "Fairly" won and "borrowed" the plush for basil.
They got banned from the restaurant.
Basil Politely borrows Her jacket when she isn't looking, of course it's too big for him. Of course it doesn't fit but he doesn't care lol
CACTIFLOWER
Kel encourages basil to workout with him, Basil being basil tries his best working out with him only to accidentally hurt himself (like dropping a small dumbbell on his foot)
Kel Gets basil to play basketball ball with him almost daily, kel and Basil always have fun whenever they play together, even if they lose.
Kel still steals basil's camera and takes pictures of basil Randomly sometimes, he has a small area in his room he calls his "Precious Belongings" in which the images of him and basil rest in.
Kel Always tells the dumbest personal jokes and no one but him and basil gets them (personal jokes from dates) and basil always either Laughs like an idiot or Playfully tells him to "STOOOP"
Kel gives basil piggy back rides sometimes when they're out for a walk and basil gets tired.
SUNFLOWER Note and reminder: they both got therapy before dating.
After sunny moved away, him and basil got in contact together online and basil Always sends kitty images to make sunny happy
Basil can fluster Sunny sometimes, sunny just refuses to show it. Basil thinks he's so adorable and the moment sunny says something simple like "you're cute." Basil is an absolute flustered mess. Sunny sometimes jokingly says "I win."
Sunny still plays violin just to see How well he can play, basil always listens to him and sometimes sings in harmony with him (when they're alone)
Basil Draws pictures of sunny sometimes to show his appreciation to him and their relationship, sunny asks if he can keep his drawings sometimes. (Basil always gives it to him)
Out of the two, Basil snores although softly and a bit quietly. Sunny always teases him for it in the morning
Whenever sunny has to go back home They make promises to each other About what they're going to do together the next time he comes back.
Sorry if Someone already thought of these and already posted them on here, i tried keeping this original and cute. Im hoping it's not out of character for any of them because i will cry. (Probably not lol)
I also apologize for any wording mistakes
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izzy-b-hands · 1 year ago
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Rewatching Metalocalypse in between episodes of OFMD and had the most haunting/stupid idea for a conversation between Toki and Ed
Because, in this musician's au I've got going on (there's a whole post I didn't get finished last night about a new fic draft for this I'm working on, with Dethklok and Ed's band (it's just him, Izzy, Fang, Ivan, and anyone else who occasionally circles through but doesn't stick around lol.) ) there are a lot of nice weird little pockets to fit in conversations that flit v quickly between serious to funny to oh that shouldn't be funny probably but it is a bit
And this is one of them that I just love so much. They've both got issues re: parents and dads, and had a hand in their father's deaths like. There's no easy fic intro into a conversation that in every iteration in my head goes something like:
"So," Toki flops on the couch by Ed. "I killeds my dads."
Ed frowns, and sets aside the magazine Pickles insisted he take right when he walked in, as 'a guest in their home.' "Okay. That's one way to start a conversation. I'm gonna counter with what the actual fuck? Why would you ask me that?"
Toki's eyes go wide. "You toos? I thoughts I was the only ones!"
Ed stares at the wall ahead of them, noting the flecks of dried blood as Toki hugs him tight enough to hurt. "Uh. Yeah. Yeah, I did. Not really the sort of thing I like to...we should go find Izzy and Pickles and see how the kitchen tour is going. We're here to write a song with you guys anyway, so maybe if we just get up to go do that and never talk about our dads or anyone's dads ever again-"
"You gets me," Toki interrupts softly, giving his torso another squeeze. "How does you feel abouts cats?"
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And so on and so forth of Toki and Ed getting to know each other better on a surprisingly sweet and vulnerable level (legit I think Ed would fucking love Toki's models. They could make model ships together!)then scene cutting into whatever the kitchen tour entails and whether or not I'd want to take a stab at creating actual lyrics for a fic (spoiler alert, probably not, because I usually wimp out on doing that out of fear they'll be The Worst lmao.)
However, aside from writing it in the necessary way to try and match similar beats of a scene for OFMD and Metalocalypse, there's just. So much underneath there if I were to dip more ooc and write it just. Full breakdown (or rather, not so much ooc as the 'what would it take for him to say that' version of things) of Ed admitting yeah, he did kill his dad, Toki turning into a velcro guitarist hugging him to death, but instead of a few lighter but still personal shared details in dialogue then scene cut to Pickles and Izzy and the kitchen tour (aka Pickles uses the microwave and the oven to make homemade edibles on rare occasions, so they're just discussing how best to decarb different forms of weed for edibles. The kitchen staff aren't allowed to start working until they leave, and would badly like them to fuck off anywhere else), we just. Have the conversation. As painful and awkward as it might be for two dudes who really only kind of know each other on a business/work level that's edging towards 'actual interest in the other person'/friends level.
Ed can tell how he strangled his abusive father to save himself and his mum from having to live under his thumb any longer; Toki can tell about slipping and sending his cancer-ridden abusive dad to an icy watery grave after having literally just said he was forgiving him for everything he had done. Insert a bit there from Toki about his conflicted feelings re: did his dad even register that Toki was forgiving him before he was frozen and dead? And does it matter either way, now that he'll never know how his dad would have reacted to that forgiveness?
Does it fix every issue they have with their dads? Absolutely not, it's one conversation, not years of much needed therapy. But they have a cry over it and admit that it's incredibly lonely to be in their specific situations with their parents like that, whether the killing was an out of necessity on purpose (Ed) or more accidental (Toki, though he murmurs to Ed, almost whispers, that he knew how slippery it would get as he climbed higher up that mountain with his father in his arms. He could have slowed down, tried to be mindful of the snow and ice packing the treads of his boots. And he just wanted it all to be over with, but not like that. Not how it actually happened.)
I know the ppl interested in this part of the au are minimal but I just. have so much that keeps randomly hitting me that I'm dying to share on the off chance anyone else is interested fdsakjfl
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charlie-pippin-faraday · 2 years ago
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Joy Mercer and Will Byers are essentially the same character
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While looking at the parallels between House of Anubis and Stranger Things, I saw that there are a lot of overarching plot similarities (of course with their numerous differences). However, I couldn't help but notice the striking similarities in the narrative arc of one character in each show: Joy and Will. Almost the exact same thing happens to both of them, and they both follow practically the same plotline for a very large portion of their respective shows. Their respective season 1's are practically copies of each other, with their major differences starting to appear in later seasons when they actually have major screentime. A lot of the differences in their stories are due to their personality differences; as for the plot, they have the exact same role, and follow the same path with a lot of the same consequences.
So I want to break it down and show the parallels side-by-side to really just lay out how much they have in common (because it is a LOT). Here you can see all their equivalent plot points, narrative events, and their almost identical journey.
✨ Heads up: this is going to be a long post ✨
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1. Sudden mysterious disappearance
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Both series are kicked off by the same initiating event: a character suddenly mysteriously disappears. We get to see them and establish their friendships for a scene or two before they vanish for the majority of season 1. For both shows, the plotline of the first season revolves around their disappearance. Joy gets kidnapped and hidden by the Society, and Will gets taken into the Upside Down by the Demogorgon, both without a trace.
Additionally: they also might have both been stolen away for a reason, because they were believed to be special. This is true for Joy, as they thought she was the Chosen One. This isn't confirmed yet for Will, but there are a lot of theories that he's got powers too, which is why he was chosen and how he survived the Upside Down and why he can sense the Mind Flayer/Vecna. There's also speculation that that's why he was spared in season 1, because they wanted to use him for a purpose, like the Society was planning to use Joy for a purpose.
2. Cover-up conspiracy of their disappearance
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Both disappearances are covered up by secret organizations (the Society; Hawkins Lab) in order to hide a conspiracy. Joy's records are scrubbed and her social media deleted to try and erase her from existence, as well as fake correspondence sent to her friends in order to stop them from sniffing around and discovering the immortality cult, and perhaps even forget about her entirely. Hawkins Lab also tries to cover up Will's disappearance by producing a fake dead body and making it look like he died so that no one would come looking for him anymore and no one would stumble upon what was happening in the Lab.
3. Their best friend refuses to believe that they're gone and relentlessly looks for them
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Both Joy and Will have a best friend who will stop at nothing to find them once they realize they've disappeared. In fact, their unrelenting search becomes one of the major plotlines of their respective season 1's. Both Patricia and Mike refuse to believe there's anything normal going on, and they refuse to stop looking or believe their friend is gone, despite the evidence to the contrary, and despite people telling them to stop. When the people in charge (the teachers, the government) try and get them to stop, they don't. Even when their other friends think it's useless, they never stop believing, to the point where just about everyone else thinks they're crazy.
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Regardless, they never give up, even if they get involved in supernatural/otherworldly activities along the way.
4. Messages from beyond
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While missing, both Will and Joy are able to communicate and get messages out to their family and friends, who are able to use it to help find them. Joy sends a coded message to Patricia (and eventually just texts her), and Will communicates with Joyce using the lights, along with the phone and radio. (Bonus points for the fake mirror message from "Joy" aka Alfie.)
5. A "girl with powers" coincidentally shows up right after they disappear
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It feels very notable that almost immediately after they disappear, someone new shows up. And not just anyone: someone special, someone with some form of powers. Nina is the Chosen One, and Eleven has psychic abilities. It's almost too convenient how quickly these girls show up after they disappear. Almost like they're there to replace them (but not actually). And both girls are there to help solve the disappearance and save the day, both of which would not happen without them. The biggest difference in these shows with regards to the girl with powers is that the best friend (Mike) and most of the group embrace Eleven right away, while the best friend (Patricia) and most of the group shun Nina at first.
6. When they return, they're not the same
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Both Will and Joy return for good in season 2, but as noted by the other characters, they're not the same. They go through major personality changes. Joy is a lot more guarded, harsh, and mean than her past self, for reasons we'll get into later. In her isolation, she also lost some of the bubbliness we see in the pilot episode, and she becomes rather withdrawn. The same goes for Will, who is even more quiet and withdrawn than before. He also has the unfortunate side effect of literally having pieces of the Upside Down within him, making the "not the same" comments more literal. Still waiting for Will to have his true angry arc like Joy had tho.
7. Their love interest is now dating the girl with powers
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When they do return, they find out that something happened while they were gone: specifically, that their love interest got away. Both love interests become romantically involved with and eventually date the girl with powers, who had "replaced" them. So, not only were their love interests dating someone, but they're dating someone new and unfamiliar to Joy and Will. This leaves both of them pining for someone they can no longer have.
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In Will's case, the best friend and the love interest are the same person, making it a double whammy for him.
8. Feelings of being replaced and others moving on without them
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Both Will and Joy changed because of their experience, but everything else changed, too. After returning, they have to come back and try and find their place again in a group that has changed and maybe moved on without them. They expected it to remain the same as when they last saw it, but it's not anymore. Both of them are experiencing feelings of being replaced in their friend circles, particularly by the girl with powers, who showed up to fill their space while they were gone. This results in both of them fearing that their friends don't need or want them anymore. Joy, who is not a member of Sibuna, feels excluded, and feels that Nina is stealing her friends and taking what is rightfully hers. Will, while still a full member of the Party, also feels excluded and feels that Eleven and Max are stealing the attention of his friends (Mike and Lucas) away from him and the group, as they're acting like couples and he is obviously not part of one due to the fact that he's gay, even though no one knows this. Both Joy and Will feel "othered" and excluded. They're growing apart from their best friend and can no longer have their love interest (though for Will, this is the same person). They just want to go back to the way things were, even though that's not really possible anymore.
In their minds, they have someone they can blame for part of this change, someone they can point to: the girl with powers, who's throwing a wrench in everything (though Will also throws a tiny little bit of blame on Max, who's also new to the group, but most goes to Eleven because he is focused on Mike, the best friend/love interest). They each react to this situation differently, mainly because Joy hates Nina and Will likes Eleven (and eventually becomes a brother figure to her). Joy tries to actively do something about it and remove the "problem" while Will is passive, preferring to fade into the background or even just take himself out of the equation if anything.
9. Lashing out
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All of these frustrations eventually lead to Joy and Will lashing out, albeit in very different ways. Joy writes a nasty, defamatory article about Nina with the intent to hurt her, ultimately hoping it will remove her from her life and eliminate her problems, even though it ends up backfiring on her big time. Will, on the other hand, goes into a rage and destroys Castle Byers, the fort he and his brother made when he was a kid. Joy lashes out to hurt others like they hurt her; Will keeps it to himself, and instead of punishing his friends he punishes himself to compound the hurt. Castle Byers is a representation of his friendships and his childhood, so he gets out his frustrations about his situation and about growing up that way. His lashing out is more symbolic, as he's not intending to make any active change like Joy is. But do their actions make either of them feel better? No. Because it doesn't change anything, and it just leads to tears.
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10. Lasting trauma
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As expected, they both have a whole boatload of trauma. Joy is still clearly traumatized by her experience, though less obviously than Will who can still physically see the Upside Down. Joy is hesitant to return to Sibuna activities, and robes are a trigger for her, as seen in the above photo. And I don't feel like I need to say much for Will, that boy is constantly being terrorized by the Upside Down, particularly in season 2 but he can still sense stuff in seasons 3 and 4 as well.
11. Almost die to supernatural causes and have to be revived
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Save for some notable exceptions (ex. Max, Eddies plural), Joy and Will are the only kids in their respective shows that were seriously close to actually dying. Joy might've actually died, I'm a little fuzzy on that; either way, she was brought back to life with the Tears of Gold. Unsure if Will officially died, but he did have to be resuscitated by Hopper and Joyce. Both of them had a very very close brush with death due to supernatural forces (Senkhara, Upside Down), which is the last parallel I'm going to use to bond them together.
Now, I'm sure I could make more points and bring up more similarities. But Will's story isn't done yet, and I want to see what happens in Stranger Things 5 before I compare to Joy's healing and journey in the latter stages of HOA season 3. So, up to this point, I rest my case.
Joy Mercer 🤝 Will Byers = the same
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lykaonimagines · 2 years ago
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Come Home - Sherlock x Reader
Paring: Sherlock Holmes (BBC) x F!Reader
Word Count: 4,233
Description: Sherlock had sent Y/N away shortly after Mary’s death in hopes of protecting her... and preventing her from stopping him from doing what he felt he had to do to save John. Now that she’s back and has all the details, she’s not sure their relationship can survive it. 
Other Things: Hurt comfort. Angsty but there’s a happy ending. Timeline-wise The Final Problem doesn’t exist, this takes place shortly after the hug in The Lying Detective. Sherlock’s close enough to his mother to talk about feelings.
Warnings: Mentions prior drug use. Overall mentions/references the events of The Lying Detective and things Sherlock did in there (drug use, near overdose, setting himself up to be killed, etc). Breakup. Some swearing. 
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Y/N’s fingers flex on the door as she takes a deep breath and finally pushes it open. Dragging the suitcase behind her, she carefully heads up the steps to the landing. Leaving the suitcase there, she clenches her fists tightly and turns to the open door of the flat she’s lived in for years. 
Taking a few steps into the room, she freezes as she finally sees Sherlock sitting in his usual chair. His eyes meet hers hopefully, but drop to the cup of tea in his hands as she feels a scowl pass across her face. 
Looking over his face, her throat tightens as each new detail hits her. Scruff. He never let his facial hair grow beyond when he’s been… so it’s definitely true then. A black eye, the blood vessels in the same eye burst. 
“Have you anything to say?” She asks after a few moments of silence.
“You’ve not brought your luggage in,” he states quietly, his gaze going toward the door briefly. 
“I’m not sure I’m staying,” she snaps.
“This is your home. Where would you go?”
“Is it Sherlock? Is it my home?” She asks as she crosses her arms. “Because my last memory of this place was you sending me away.”
A frown pulls at his lips, “I wasn’t kicking you out of our home, I needed to send you somewhere safe where you wouldn’t have to be involved. You still live here, and we’re still together.”
“I’m honestly not sure about either of those things anymore. You sent me away giving me no real explanation, then ignored my every attempt to contact you.”
“I was trying to protect you from-” he begins before being quickly cut off. 
“From you trying to kill yourself of drug overdose? Or was it the part where you baited a serial killer to murder you? One of those things?” She blinks at the hot tears crowding her eyes. “I’ve talked to John, I know what’s happened since I’ve been gone. So don’t even try to lie.“
“I… wasn’t going to lie to you,” he says softly, getting to his feet. 
“No! Don’t come near me!” She yells and backs further away from him. “You sent me away to follow the most idiotic plan you’ve ever come up with. Broke your promise to me about never touching that shit again. And I find out you were weeks at most from your body just shutting down due to it.”
“I had to-”
“No you didn’t! Maybe John just needed time? Maybe he needed more therapy. He agrees with me that he thinks the entire plan was insane. I’m glad you two have mended all that, and that he’s getting the help he needs and moving forward. But what if he hadn’t made it in time Sherlock? What if he didn’t go along with it? Then what? I was supposed to come home and find you dead of an overdose or get a call that you were killed while in the hospital?”
“There was very little chance he wouldn’t have come,” Sherlock insists trying to take a step closer as she takes another away. 
“You promised me!” She shouts as the tears finally drip down her cheeks. “No more drugs and no crazy life risking crap. You promised. I told you I couldn’t do this if you continued on like that. I asked you to tell me honestly if it was something you could do before I got too deep. Now here we are, you’ve broken both of them, lied to me, sent me away and ignored me for months, and I’m far too deep to just say it’s just some differences we can’t get past and just be friends. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”
“I’ve hurt you,” he says slowly. 
“Excellent deduction, just figured that out did you?” She growls, turning her head away from him. 
“Please try to understand,” he takes another step toward her. 
“What is there to understand? You didn’t attempt to understand how I would have felt about any of this, why do I have to try to understand your view on it?”
Before he can give a response, she sticks her hand up to silence him. “I don’t even know why I came back here. Maybe I was hoping you’d try to fix this somehow. I should have just stayed where I was.”
Turning back toward the door, she steps out onto the landing and grabs her suitcase. Without turning back she shouts over her shoulder, “I’m done Sherlock. This is done.”
“I- your belongings?” Sherlock asks helplessly from the doorway. 
“John already said he’d box them up and send them to me when I get a new place. Goodbye,” she tugs the suitcase down the stairs as quickly as she can, pulling it out the doorway and slamming the door behind her. 
Tears streaming down her cheeks, she angrily stomps a few blocks away before sinking onto a bench defeated. 
Where could she even go for now? Nearly everyone she knows in the city is connected to her through Sherlock. John has a baby, and Sherlock will surely be going over there. 
Scrolling through her contacts, she pauses as she sees one in particular. Mummy Holmes as she’d put herself in there. His parents home… seems inappropriate but what choice does she have? He rarely visits them as is. He wouldn’t happen upon her there like he would at John’s. And she did always tell her she could come to her for help. 
Swallowing her pride, she taps the contact and holds it to her ear, gnawing at her bottom lip as it rings. 
“Y/N darling! It’s so good to hear from you!” The warm familiar voice greats her and eases the tension in her slightly. 
“Hello, how are you?” She asks weakly and sniffles, quickly wiping her nose with a tissue from her pocket. 
The line stays silent for a moment, “Y/N, are you alright?” 
“I… No. I’m not,” she says swallowing thickly. 
“What’s wrong? Do you need something?” Mrs. Holmes asks concernedly. 
“Sherlock and I broke up,” she admits, the words burning on her tongue. “And I understand completely if based on that information alone the answer is no, but I… I have nowhere to go and-”
“You can come here, there will be a train at 3 and we will pick you up from the station,” she says firmly. “Or I can phone Mycroft and have him send a car to you. You can absolutely stay here dear.” 
“I can take the train,” she responds softly, relief washing over her. “I don’t want to trouble your family more than I already am.” 
“I assure you that you aren’t troubling us at all,” Mrs. Holmes says quickly. “Now you get a move on and get to that train. I’ll have a nice warm dinner waiting for us when we get back. We’ll see you soon!”
Hanging the phone up, Y/N stands up and grasps her suitcase and heads toward the train station with a renewed sense of determination.
-
The first few weeks at the Holmes’ Estate go by relatively quickly. Mrs. Holmes doing her best to make Y/N comfortable, and eventually pulling the whole story from her about the breakup. 
Staying in Sherlock’s childhood room however wasn’t the easiest part of the whole ordeal. Being surrounded by all the little things that made him, well, him. Made even harder by the daily phone calls by the man himself. 
Just one call a day at exactly 8PM. Each time she would watch it ring, his contact photo enlarged on the screen seeming to taunt her. A simple photo of the two of them, him behind her with his chin on her shoulder and one of his relaxed genuine smiles. 
And at the end of the rings each time, he’d leave a voicemail. Sixteen voicemails sitting in the inbox staring back at her each time she unlocked her phone. She couldn’t bring herself to listen to them. 
Now the seventeenth voicemail popped up on her screen shortly after the contact picture disappears, the sinking feeling in her deepening. She needed to figure out something. What she’s going to do, where she’s going to go. She couldn’t stay at his parents’ home forever. 
Walking out into the family room, she freezes as Mrs. Holmes’ voice carries to her, “Sherlock, honey, slow down. What’s wrong?”
The woman in question looks up to see her, and gestures her over. 
Y/N looks away for a moment, then finally gives in and walks over to take a seat next to her on the couch. 
Mrs. Holmes quickly puts the call on speaker and sets it in between them. 
“Mummy I don’t know what to do anymore,” Sherlock’s voice comes from the device sounding defeated and clearly upset. “She won’t answer my calls, she hasn’t responded to my texts, I’ve no clue where she’s gone and Mycroft refuses to help.”
“Dear, she may just not want to speak to you. You can’t force her to talk if she doesn’t want to.”
The line stays silent for a moment before Y/N’s eyes widen at the sound of a sniffle. “I can’t give up. I know I’ve hurt her, I know I was wrong. I know this is all my fault. But I just… can’t. I don’t know what to say or do to fix it, but I want to. I need her. I need to try.”
“You can’t always fix it when you hurt someone Sherlock, there is only so much people can handle or will deal with,” she says gently. 
“I know,” he responds miserably. “I know I have probably ruined it. I don’t know how to accept that fact. Clearly I know it, but it won’t actually process as fact. Every time I think of it my brain goes frantic and tries to think of some way to stop it from being true.”
Y/N points toward the mute button on the phone quickly, making eye contact with Mrs. Holmes, “Darling give me one moment, your father just stepped in.” 
Tapping the mute she looks back up at Y/N expectantly. 
“Can… can you maybe invite him over here?” She asks hesitantly. 
“Are you sure?” She asks asks, seemingly searching Y/N’s eyes. “Once he knows you are here, he may keep coming by trying to talk.” 
Looking down at the couch, she grabs onto the fabric and takes a deep breath, “I love him… I don’t want to be apart from him. That’s one of the reasons I was so hurt. And that he seemed to not think he’d actually done anything wrong. But he sounds remorseful now… maybe…”
Mrs. Holmes reaches over and squeezes her hand tightly, “I’ll invite him, if you decide you can’t face him once he’s here you can just stay in the room until he leaves.”
Y/N nods firmly as watches as she unmutes the call, “Sherlock honey, come visit us in the morning tomorrow. It will do you some good to get out of that flat for a bit, and you know we always want to see you.”
“I… that may be a good idea,” he says slowly and shuffles on the other end of the phone.
“Why don’t you take the train at 8 and we’ll pick you up from the station?”
“Ok,” he agrees easily. “I will see you tomorrow then. Good night.” 
As she ends the call, Mrs. Holmes wraps an arm tight around Y/N’s shoulders and presses a kiss to her head. “Everything is going to be alright dear.” 
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Fidgeting in front of the mirror, Y/N looks over her reflection for perhaps the hundredth time since she heard the car return to the house. 
Was she ready for this? The question burning in her mind as she went around in circles each time she glanced at the door. 
Placing her hand on the handle, she quietly twists it open and takes a step out into the hallway. His voice carries to her immediately, and she pushes herself toward the kitchen with all the determination she can manage. 
Leaning against the doorway, she looks him over as he talks to his parents with his back angled toward her. 
From his profile it’s obvious he still hasn’t shaved, his facial hair longer than when she last saw him. The black eye nearly gone, but his features sunken in. His hair un-styled and barely brushed hangs dully against his skin. And he appears to be wearing an old t-shirt and baggy jeans she wasn’t even aware he owned.
“Drink your tea before it goes cold,” his mother scolds as she gestures toward the cup in front of him and pushes a plate of biscuits across the table before briefly glancing up at Y/N with a reassuring smile. 
“Good morning Sherlock,” Y/N says after a moment, watching as his entire frame tenses then whips around to face her, a biscuit halfway in his mouth that tumbles out to the floor.
His eyes widen and he stumbles to his feet quickly, taking a step toward her cautiously before rapidly closing the distance between them and throwing his arms around her. Her cheek presses hard into his chest as his arms tighten around her shoulders and he buries his face in her hair.
Her own arms wrap around his waist and she rubs his back soothingly. His body trembles against hers, his breathing sounding labored against her ear.
“You’re here,” his states, his voice muffled from her hair. 
“I am,” she agrees, and tries to pull back to see his face. But his arms quickly tighten and pull her back in. 
“I don’t want to let go of you,” he admits softly. “I thought I would never see you again.” 
“That had been the initial plan.”
His breath catches in his throat and he makes a garbled sound before pulling her body completely flush to his own. “I’m sorry. It’s all my fault, I know how badly I’ve ruined this.” 
“Do you?” She asks as she gently runs her fingertips along his spine. 
“I’ve lied to you, I’ve left you out, I sent you away, I broke my promises. I was using again, I didn’t consider what you would have felt if it went wrong. I didn’t even consider how you would feel with it working out. I just expected you to be fine with it even though I hurt you,” he says miserably, his breath warm against her head. “I’ve done everything wrong and I have no right to ask it of you, but I need you, please.” 
She runs her hand slowly up his back and neck until she reaches his hair, twirling her fingers in the curls she finds there and smiles slightly at the almost purr-like sound he makes at the contact. “I need you to look at me and say it.” 
His hold on her slowly loosens, letting his hands go to her shoulders as he takes a step back and her hands move down to his hips. 
His eyes meet hers, the redness and irritation from the tears he tries to quickly wipe away on his shirt is obvious but she doesn’t mention it. 
“I’m sorry, I have royally screwed up, I’m an idiot to have risked us without a thought,” he states as his grip on her shoulders tightens. “I could make promises again, but I know they mean little after what I’ve done. All I can say is I love you, and I need you in my life. I won’t push you away, I’m going to work on letting you in. I won’t use again, for anything. Recreational or case.”
“And?” She presses quietly. 
“And I won’t be as reckless with my life. It’s not just my own anymore. We built a life together and I have no right to carelessly put it at risk.”
Lifting her hand from his hip, she reaches up to cup his cheek. Smiling at him gently as he nuzzles into her palm, “I’ve missed you.” 
“I’ve missed you,” he says firmly, pulling her in closer once again. “Please come home.”
Reaching her other hand up, she grabs ahold of the fabric just below the collar of his shirt and yanks his face down closer to her. “I’ll come home,” she whispers against his lips before pressing them together. 
His lips press nearly bruisingly back, his lips moving in a quiet desperation on her own as his arms slip around her waist. As their lips part, a shuttered breath he lets out ghosts over her lips and his body slowly relaxes into her. 
“Perhaps you should both come have your tea and give yourselves a chance to relax into this?” Mrs. Holmes voice makes them jump as they remember their audience of two.
“Good point,” Y/N responds sheepishly, slowly pulling back from Sherlock. “I’ll just grab myself a cup.” 
Sherlock nods reluctantly, brushing against Y/N briefly as he walks back to his seat at the table. 
Heading to the table herself, she steps toward her usual chair before feeling a pair of arm wrap around her midsection and swiftly tug her back into Sherlock’s lap. “I could sit in my own seat you realize right?”
“Mm, a physical possibility yes,” he mumbles and grabs a biscuit from the tray and brings it to her lips. “However, until moments ago I still thought I’d never hold you again. Therefore for my own health and well-being, you should stay where you are.”
Taking a bite of the biscuit, she shrugs gently and leans back against his chest, “If it’s a matter of medical well-being then I suppose I must.” 
“Good,” he responds quietly as she looks up at his flushed cheeks. His eyes looking across the table at his mother’s warm gaze on them, his father’s arm across her shoulders with a similar smile. 
“I, for one, am very glad you two are working this out. You both seem so distressed apart,” Mrs. Holmes says as she reaches across the table to pat Sherlock’s hand. “And I certainly didn’t want to lose Y/N from the family.”
Sherlock nods in agreement, looking back down at Y/N briefly, “Is this where you’ve been this entire time?”
“Yes, I really didn’t know where to go. I feel safe here, and they graciously let me stay despite the situation. I was here while deciding what exactly I was going to do.”
“You can always come here dear,” Mr. Holmes says with a gentle smile. “You are part of the family, even if our son seemingly does everything to make you want to leave it.”
“Alright fair, I deserve that,” Sherlock responds with a physical cringe. “Where had you intended on going after here?” 
“I was talking with a friend out of the country, had put some thought into moving in with her. I have actually applied for jobs there already,” she says with a shrug.
“Offers you will turn down to return home I would presume?” He asks in an even tone, but his eyes betray a moment of panic. 
“I said I’d come home, I’ll come home,” she reassures him and presses a kiss to his cheek. 
“You’ve been in the guest room here?”
“I put her in your old room,” Mrs. Holmes says with a bit of a smug smile. “I may have hoped it would possibly… inspire a reconciliation.” 
“Sneaky,” Y/N laughs and reaches for her tea. “It did have me missing him even more. There’s something so inherently Sherlock about the room. Including rolling over in the middle of the night and stretching out, only to brush against a piece of paper with soil quality test results on it.” 
Sherlock stays quiet at that, his eyes gently searching her as she turns back to his parents and continues the conversation. 
Twenty minutes go by with his relative silence in their conversation before his head whips toward his parents, “Would it be alright if we stayed here for the day and night?”
“Of course,” his mother responds immediately. “We can have dinner all together tonight. I’ll even invite your brother. A nice family dinner would do us all some good.”
“If you must invite him,” Sherlock rolls his eyes but gives her a tight smile before adjusting his hold on Y/N.
Sweeping her up as he gets to his feet, he carries her bridal style from the room as he announces they’re going up to take a short rest. 
“And if I’m not tired?” She teases. 
“You are. You were up all night thinking about how this would go,” he answers. “You were nervous.”
Pushing his old bedroom door open with his shoulder, he walks through the door to set her on the bed and turns to shut the door behind them. 
He quickly sets to pulling his shoes off then gets on the bed to crawl around her to lay down and press his back flush with the wall, “Joining me?”
Laying back, she grabs the blankets and pulls them over the two of them, sliding in closer until his hand lays on her hip and guides her even closer. 
Plopping her head on the pillow beside his, her eyes start roaming over him once again, “Now then, where did this outfit come from? I’ve never seen you in this.” 
“Under the rest of my clothes. I… have mainly stayed in my bed clothes lately. I didn’t have the motivation for a suit today. I look rather awful don’t I?” He asks with a frown. 
“You look… very worn down at the moment,” she admits reaching out to run her thumb along the dark circle under one of his eyes. “You also still haven’t shaved.” 
“I haven’t used since the day in the morgue,” he says in response to her silent question. 
“You’ve just decided you like facial hair?” She asks with a raised brow, hand slipping down to run along the hair on his jaw.
“Hardly,” he rolls his eyes and leans into her touch. 
“What have you been doing the last seventeen days then?” 
“Staying in bed. In my mind palace. Going between trying to think of any way to change your mind and trying to accept that you were done with me. John came over a few times, forced me to eat, and packed your things. They’re sitting in boxes stacked against the wall. Started unpacking one of them one night, putting your clothes back in the drawer, convinced that if I just…” he trails off into silence and his eyes shut tightly. 
“Convinced that what?”
“That if I just put everything back, that I’d wake up and you’d be there. That you’d change your mind when you saw all your things still in place, realize you wanted to be at home with me. I put them all back after a day, to not cause further problems for John.”
“Well we can put it all back together this time, hopefully permanently back in place yeah?” She offers and lays her free hand on his chest. 
His eyes blink open as his own hand covers hers to move it to the left side of his chest, “If you go again, please just take it with you. I clearly can not handle it well, look at me Y/N.” 
“Something so darkly romantic from the one who always said sentiment was a defect on the losing side,” she teases lightly, pressing her forehead to his. 
“Mhm, still is,” he states, his eyes drifting down to her lips for a moment. “I’m an absolute mess riddled with sentiment for you. I’m losing that battle, and it’s far too late to correct it. I’m in too deep, and I’ll drown without you there. And frankly, I don’t give a damn as long as you stay with me until my time comes.” 
“And that time better be a long ways away, I’m agreeing to this under the condition I’m going to be waking up next to an old man Sherlock in thirty, forty years.”
A small smile spreads across his lips and he exhales deeply, “Just the fact you want that is enough for me.” 
“Lift your head would you?” He says, shifting his arm under her as she does, pulling her in until she rests her head on his shoulder. “More comfortable?” 
“Mmm,” she mumbles, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’ve missed this.”
“Me too,” he admits, settling his chin on her head and cradling her with his other arm. “Get some sleep love.”
“You too,” she replies as she feels his hold on her tighten. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Will you?” He asks, clearing his throat roughly to cover up the crack in his voice. 
“I will. And if you’re serious about everything you’ve said, I’ll be there every time you wake up.”
“I will hold you to that,” he says softly, turning his head to bury his face in her hair. “I will see you in a few hours then, messy hair and all.”
A giggle erupts from her throat before she can stop it, and she snuggles in closer to his chest, “Messy hair and all then.”
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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 2 years ago
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Eddie Munson x male reader who’s robins best friend and has his own band where he’s the lead guitarist then Eddie goes to battle of the bands with robin and Steve and sees him play while setting up for his band?
Hi! I asked a couple times who's robin's best friend, but i'm not sure if you saw those. I think you're asking that the reader is her best friend so I went with that--or like a friend she's had since childhood. Reader is 19--a year older than Robin and a year younger than Eddie.
If I misunderstood, please let me know and I'll correct it!
Eddie Munson x Male Reader. Reader is 18.
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Robin told Steve and because she would need a ride Steve told Eddie. Where Steve and Eddie had a long standing weekend hang out to shoot pool or just sit on Eddie's porch chatting shit, beers between them, it was nice to have the company of each other. They didn't have to be overly articulate about when the nights would haunt them. They didn't have to fill every second of silence with words though as Eddie hung out more with Steve he could clearly see her influence rubbing off. Steve would he was tipsy enough wouldn't have enough restraint to let a silence ride and would find himself needing to fill it.
Eddie sometimes wonder how much this is an influence of Robin and more a byproduct of the surefire silence that's filled Steve's life for so long. His mother is quiet, meekly following his father. And his father is the kind of cocky aloof bastard that Steve deals with because it keeps him fed, clothed, and feeling like he at least seems normal. Eddie ponders sometimes if Steve and Robin are as close as they are outside of the short lived crush--Eddie found out when Robin hung with them only a couple of beers deep but she hiccuped out the story giggles filling the night around them--is because Robin is the noise that Steve desperately needs in his life. She fills the space out of her own nervous tick but Steve clings to it because she's the one person who he doesn't have to beg and pretend around.
Eddie filters in around them--not necessarily a quiet third. Eddie too knows how to work a room and fill a silence. But Robin can sometimes out do him and even Eddie feels the need just to keep quiet. He keeps up most of the time. And so when Steve mentions, leaning against the Beamer that instead of going to shoot pool, Robin's mentioned a friend who's in Battle of the Bands and he's going to get her but he stopped by first to pick up Eddie, Eddie's a little shocked that he was clued in before the day of the event.
But Eddie's not going to say no. He'd be a fool. Who doesn't want to see bands shred? He hadn't quite gotten back into the full swing of performing. His voice is still recovering and the meds he was on gave his hand a slight shake. It's getting better. The physical therapy is helping but Eddie knows he has to be patient with himself. So even if it hurts just a little to wish he could've been performing he thinks there's no better way to spend a Saturday.
When they pull into the front of Robin's house, Eddie and Steve both slip of the front doors of the car and Robin's bounding down the porch stairs. "Finally! Got worried y'all forgot about me. Wouldn't that be hilarious?" She gives Steve a quick hug and then flounces over to the passenger side to give Eddie a quick squeeze.
"Harrington didn't tell me until today. So I can't say I would've kept him in line," Eddie teases, opening the passenger door for Robin. Even if Eddie did have his own eccentricities he'd always be a gentleman.
"Oh, I don't mind sitting in the back," Robin returns.
"Only the best for a queen," Eddie laughs and waves for her to settle in.
"Ew," Robin snorts.
"Oh, shut up, Buckley." Eddie closes the door once she's in and settled. The window is already down from his own doing and he leans in through it. "At least now you can't say I never did anything nice for you."
"Perhaps, I shouldn't have told Steve about this." She says it with a grin as she flips Eddie off.
He returns it, opening the back door for himself. "How'd you know about this anyway? Do paying attention to the local music scene now?"
"My friend's in a band. Like we talk every once and a while, but we close in those snotty nose skinned knee years. He's cool. I think you'll like them."
Eddie catches the emphasis Robin puts on cool. As if she's trying to convince him. He watches as best he can to see if she gives anything else away. Like why did she tell Steve and why didn't Steve tell him? Eddie and Robin in addition to be chatter boxes and hyper, shared a bond on how a sleepy and silently but loudly conservate town like Hawkins did not make it easy realize being gay wasn't awful and wasn't shameful.
Eddie turns his attention from her to Steve who's looking back just a hair as he backs out of the driveway. Steve's a lightbulb--his face tells everything he's every thought. And Eddie sees in that moment just how hard Steve's trying to play it cool. He'd do it well if it hadn't been the months that the two of them had gotten closer.
"What do you two have planned, hm? Harrington, here, looks like he's literally going to explode."
"Yeah, I am going to explode if you don't move your big ass head and hair out of the way so I can see," Steve retorts.
"Rich coming from you. How many bottles of Farah do you have under your sink right now?"
"Two, you asshole," Steve huffs, facing forward again to continue on the road. "One that I am using!"
Eddie's gives a noncommittal noise, though it dips into disbelief. "Buckley, what the fuck do you have up your sleeve?"
"Nothing," she defends. "I'm sorry we didn't tell you before! It's just--I thought it would be fun. We deserve a little fun, right?"
Eddie's not going to disagree with that, but he's still suspicious. There's not much he'd be able to get out of her. She's squirmy--nervous and always a hair from spilling all her guts. But when Robin needed to play it coy she was good at it. Eddie says nothing as they pull up to the high school. The sight of the building makes Eddie feel a little queasy but he keeps it together. It's clear they're early on. The Emcee is still warming up the crowd and the bands aren't quite done setting up, but the crowd that is here seems excited as the names are rattled off.
"That's my friend," Robin points over Eddie's shoulder to the four piece band on the backstage. "He's the lead singer. The one in the cropped top."
Eddie's still trying to get his ears adjusted to the noise as it rises, but he follows her point and the singer stands, guitar hanging low, but the cropped t-shirt leaves nothing to the imagination. Eddie wants to say something. But the inhale strangles him just a moment as he takes in the sight of the bandana tied around the man's head. His shoulder length black hair falls down in waves. He's hot. Undeniably and almost grovel worthy hot.
Eddie knows he's staring, feet pulling him just a little closer to their section of the gym. The black belt holds multiple silver grommets and it's not straight on his hips, but Eddie is smitten. He's a fucking goner.
Like the man can sense Eddie's presence, he looks up. His gaze is unsteady, flickering through the crowd and then settles on Eddie. He gives a tiny smile to Eddie and then from behind Eddie, Robin's voice echoes above the nose.
The smile grows and he gives a small wave, foot working over his pedal. "What do you think?" Robin adds lowly pressed into Eddie's back.
"Buckley, if I get his number I will do your laundry for a lifetime and kiss the ground you walk on," Eddie returns.
"Oh, we've go backstage passes," she laughs. "Just wait until they play. They shred."
"Woman, you are a devil, but thank you," Eddie laughs, looking over his shoulder to her. "You playing matchmaker now?"
"I'm cupid's messenger. Part time only though, so sometimes the hours suck."
As the battle starts, a blaring riff followed by a gruff but melodic voice Eddie knows he's utterly fucked. But he's so glad for it.
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fairycosmos · 2 years ago
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Therapy is so mentally draining and also kinda a fucking scam unless you find a really good one. Paid an arm and a leg for 2 sessions only for the therapist to just kinda sit there and listen to me try to recount all my trauma as quickly as I could hoping for some kind of validation and wise insights to reassure me that I’m not a fucking freak. Group therapy might be better at least that way there’s people who can relate to u.. idk I hate my brain it’s a fuck. Stupid pain meat.
hey i'm sorry you had such a bad experience :( that fucking sucks. the price is absolutely crazy, sometimes it really does seem like a scam. i feel like there are a lot of uninvested, bored, boundary-less, money-hungry, agenda-ridden "professionals" in the field, which makes it feel like fucking hell to navigate sometimes. esp when you're already at your wits end. i get you, it really is expensive as hell and also so so emotionally tiring that simply shopping around for therapists certainly isn't as accessible or as easy as people make it out to be at all. but i will say that when you feel ready, both mentally and financially, i hope you know that it's an option you can always return to until you find what clicks, even if that process isn't as linear or as as simple as just trying on different therapists for size.
like, i haven't been in therapy for months now for basically the same reasons as you, but i'd already quit it once before going back again. and i noticed that every therapist works so individually, the dynamic is always going to be super unique depending on who you're talking to so like - i'd almost try to see it as getting a whole new form of treatment each time you go for it, rather than viewing it all as one nebulous blob of Therapy. because idk, it sounds dumb or whatever, but there is so much contained within that word, so many different avenues toward finding the version of help that will be compatible with your brain, finding the right person who can give it to you. and communicating with MH professionals about your pain/trauma does get better the more you do it, doesn't exhaust you as much, so at least there's that too. it's not hopeless, it's just hard unfortunately.
though it is like sorting through trash to find treasure, and obviously your frustration/sadness is totally justified. maybe that's all anecdotal, but what i am 100% certain of is that you're not a freak - especially for dealing with mental health issues. no matter what they look like. you could pluck 5 people off the street and i'm sure at least 3 of them would have thoughts and issues that mirror your own in some way. therapists have heard it all before, but as patients we feel like we must be the only ones who've ever lost it in this exact way before, since we don't get to see others in their most vulnerable state very often. but i think if we did, there'd be some common ground. sounds like group therapy could be really good for you - they're often a little cheaper, too. i hope you're able to look into it at your own pace. proud of you for getting help in the first place. that's fucking huge, you're doing way better than the stupid sack of meat in ur skull is allowing you to see. sending you a hug. <3 x
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sorryforbeingcrazy · 3 years ago
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Buffy and Spike deserved more...talking.
I´ve been marinating this in my brain for a couple of days, so here I go.
I really liked the relationship between Buffy and Spike. And I´m not only focusing on the “romance” part, but in general. I loved their transition from enemies to allies to....friends? I just enjoyed how when it came to serious threats, they always looked  and relied on one another for help.
That´s why one of the things that disappointed me the most about the last season was the fact that they never really talked about how wrong they did to each other on season 6.
Season 6 is a very very dark season, for all of the characters: Willow´s addiction to magic and the effects it has on Tara, Xander´s fears that end up leaving Anya on the altar, Giles feeling that he is useless...But who really takes the trophy home in this one, is Buffy. I don´t even know how to start.
From the moment she is brought back to life, she suffers. We were expecting her comeback to be a happy moment, filled with tears of joy, laughter and hugs. Instead, she wakes up in her grave, has to dig herself out and then she walks around a Sunnydale on fire and full of demons. Can you imagine the shock? Only the crawling up from the grave should be enough to send someone to therapy for the rest of their lives. The mere thought of waking up in a coffin, six-feet undergroundnd makes me anxious...But let´s keep going.
She is back. She is traumatized and shocked beyond belief and at home with Dawn (after reliving everything that happened before she died). She is quiet, trying to process everything while Dawn is constantly talking to her about how things are and asking if she is ok. Her hands still wrecked from the diggin. And suddenly, she is face to face with Spike. (This is a sidenote related to the actors. I cannot give enough credit to James Marsters portrayal of Spike in general. But in this scene...man, 12/10, flawless). He looks at her in disbelief. And despite the fact that he was happier than ever that she was alive again, he does not try to touch her or approach her, and the moment he sees her hands he acknowledges what she has been through. So he just tell her that they are going to take care of her, and sends Dawn away to fetch stuff to clean her wounds. And they are alone in the living room. He does not overwhelm her with questions or hugs or anything. He just stares at her, giving her time to put her thoughts in order.
It may look like a trivial scene but I´m not kidding when I tell you that, for me, this is the most important scene of the whole season. And it is because it defines how the dynamic between Buffy and Spike, and Buffy and her friends is going to be.
When Spike is holding her wounded hands, letting her ask questions, just staring at each other, there´s silence. Peace. Calm. It´s the first moment since she is back that she is at ease. But the moment her friends burst through the door, is chaos. Noise, questions, worry, light, people...And this is why this scene is so important. During the rest of the season, the reason why Buffy goes away looking for Spike is because she wants that peace and quiet. She wants the calmness she gets around him, when she does not have to worry about being fine and happy in front of her friends. She can take her mask off when she is in front of Spike. That´s why she tells him that she was in a good place. That´s why he turns into her confident.
And for sometime, it works. Whenever she feels like she can´t take it anymore she goes to spend sometime with Spike. The problem is that her life gets harder and harder: financial problems, Giles leaves, Willow´s addiction, her relationship with Dawn. Her struggle becomes unbearable to the point were Spike is the only safe constant in her life. The only person she can rely on. And of course, mixing this with Spike´s feelings and their “tension”, their relationship turns physical. Very physical. And here is when Buffy starts using, quite wrongly, Spike.
The first time could be a slip, but not the rest. She may not have been aware at the beginning, but deep inside she knew what she was doing. She knew that Spike had strong feelings for her. She knew that he would never deny her and even if he did (that he actually does a couple of times) he wouldn´t last long. So she takes advantage of him and his feelings.
Someone, blind as a fucking bat, could say “Spike wasn´t minding it. He was enjoying the sex with Buffy. It´s what he wanted.” Fuck, no. He spents the whole season wanting to talk to her about their relationship. To discuss what is going on between them. If you are in it just for the sex, you don´t care to ask questions. You just don´t care. You just take what you came for and then you leave. The way Buffy does. And this bothers him. It bothers him that the moment they are finished she runs away. It hurts him. More than once he calls her out by the fact that whenever they are not “in bed”, she is constantly yelling at him and insulting him and his feelings, and yet, she always comes back to him.
Now, for those who think that Spike was fine with this I want you to imagine for a second, that you are in his shoes. As a human being, and not caring about genders. Imagine you loved someone, beyond reason (i´m not even going to throw in the fact that he saw her die even though i could). And because you care about this person, you spent time with them because they are in a bad place mentally. And that person enjoys your company. And starts spending more time with you. And one day, you kiss. Once. Twice. Then, you sleep together. Once. Twice. And god knows how many more times. You could think “If they like to spend time with me, tell me things they do not to their friends, kiss me and even sleep with me, they must feel something, right?” It´s a fair assumption. But instead, this person is constantly telling you how disgusted they feel with themselves for being with you physically, to the point were they keep what you have in absolute secret from their friends, and they run from you everytime you sleep together.
Fucking. Imagine.
Evil or not. Souless or not. That fucks you up my friends.
What leads us to the horrifying events of Seeing Red. You won´t see me coming any close to justify what Spike tries to do to Buffy. There´s no excuse in the world that clears you from that one. But I do see where it comes from. And it´s not just because Spike is evil. That´s a lame excuse of an argument. That scene, is the representation of Spike hitting rock bottom. He wants what he had with Buffy back. Even if it was only physical, it was at least something. And so, he is desperate...and well....we all know what happens. I swear to you, that scene creeped me out so fucking much.
That´s why it angers me how they did not approach these subjects on season 7. They both did terrible things to each other. They should have talked about it in depth. And even though I´m quite satisfied how they ended up acknowledging each other in ways any of the other characters do, I cannot hide my displeasure about that missing conversation. They needed more closure for what happened on season 6.
Good lord. This really turned out long.
Anyway, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.
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danielxricciardo · 3 years ago
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Summary: One sided love with Max Verstappen
Warnings: angst, swearing
Word count: 2.7k
38. “You wouldn’t know love if it crushed your fucking chest.”
One-sided love is like waiting for something that is never going to happen. It is like looking into those eyes that will never look back into yours. It is like having someone in your heart but not in your arms. It is suffocating. It starts eating you from inside.
It starts from the moment you meet them. The eye contact that chills your spine, the butterflies somersaulting in your stomach, just the mere thought of them sends goosebumps all over your skin. Your eyes wander and you can't concentrate whenever they're around; despite feeling a little embarrassed for approaching them, you do so anyway and exchange numbers in the hope that at least a friendship will develop. I mean, they're cool, you're cool, you should hang out or something. Or whatever.
It becomes harder to remain nonchalant. Your moderate interest in this person turns into the non-stop checking of your phone to see if they've contacted you... absolute elation when they do, and utter, utter despair when they don't. But you keep telling yourself that it's cool, you don't even know them that well, and they probably don't even want to know you (otherwise they would be making an effort by now, right?).
They text you something vague and impersonal every once in a while, and this is enough to send your heart soaring into the sky. You respond straight away, and they don't. And as this continues, your self-esteem begins to drop, and you question everything.
Why aren't they contacting me? I expect they're just busy. Or is it me? Are three texts in a row too much? I don't wanna seem stalkerish... but I don't want to look like I don't care about them. Am I too fat? Would they prefer me if I lost weight, or had a car, or my own place? Probably. Why am I thinking about them? They'd never think about me like this.
It hurts, from the pit of your stomach to the backs of your eyes. You can't concentrate on anything. You forego activities with friends and family, to keep yourself available for this person just in case they want to meet up with you. You feel sick every day, your appetite drops, your enthusiasm for everything decreases, and you are left with the most bitter, raging emptiness you've ever felt in your whole life. And it's all your fault.
Despite the pain it causes you, you carry on quietly pursuing this person. You silently scream to yourself 'THEY'RE OUT OF MY LEAGUE! THEY WILL NEVER EVER WANT TO BE WITH ME! DON'T THINK ABOUT THEM!' but it's so overwhelming to hear yourself saying it that you try and ignore the voice of reason inside your head. Because right now, your heart is taking control, and there's nothing you can do about it.
You wish they were a part of you, that they could give you a chance, to let you be the best partner that you could possibly be. You wish you could hold them, and talk to them, and kiss them, and sleep beside them, and protect them... but you can't.
The reason you put yourself through all this pain, is a simple fact that you love this person so, so much. And even though the rational side of you is telling you to give up, a small, pathetic part of you says 'They might care about you one day...'
It hurts. Hurts real bad.
True Love doesn’t hurt. Expectations, possessiveness, insecurity, jealousy, and emotions do.
Memories don't hurt. Love doesn't hurt. It is the attachment that hurts. It is the expectation that hurts. It is the imagined future that is now broken that hurts.
Unrequited love hurts the most. You will love someone no matter what they have done to you and that someone may not love you back no matter what you do. That hurts. Those expectations hurt.
To love is always selfless and that feeling is always unconditional. Love is always unconditional. It may sting seeing him with someone else, but you will be happy for him for their happiness is more important to you when you truly love them.
When we lose someone that we love so truly and they walk out of your life for some reason, it hurts. This doesn't mean memories will haunt us. It is the collapsed future that hurts us. Living in the past with the ones we love brings us tears, not because that is lost, but because there was something that could have been forever, but it isn't now. That hurts. That stings and we tend to associate it with good memories. Sometimes we love people more than the memories they gave us. We fall for the person, not just for the memories. We love, we live life to create beautiful memories for us and the loved ones around us.
Expectations hurt in proportion to the emotional investment. Whenever we are too much attached to someone or something, we grow attachment and that attachment leads to expectations. These expectations when fulfilled are an awesome experience. But when we are too much emotionally invested and when those dreams aren't coming true, it stings and hurts and kills from within.
Getting over it is by forgiving and moving on with life accepting that you will never get over that true love. Forgiveness is your trait. It solely depends on you and not on the other person. You want to forgive them because you want peace of mind and don't want to hold grudges against anyone in your life.
Feelings and emotions are real. If you truly love a person, you will love them forever, even though they can't see you that way. That's why love is always unconditional. You love that person because you want to, not because you have that hope that someday he will love you back. If you just hope for being loved back, that's not love, to begin with, it is just some business deal. You love him because your feelings for him are real, deep, and true.
You met Max a long time ago. You were both in Formula 3 in 2014 and got along really well. You started to see each other outside of racing and after a while, you could call yourself friends. But you had feelings for him. Even before you get to know each other properly. You tried so hard to show him that you were interested in him, but nothing. Either he was oblivious or he was not interested in you. Either way, you were hurt, and that was seen in the way you competed. You lost your ambition, there were some days when you cried before the race because you didn't feel able to compete, and Max had no idea you were feeling that way because you wouldn't let him see you when you were at your lowest point.
You gave up racing and Max ended up competing in Formula 1. You weren't jealous of him, you knew you never had a chance to get there, but he deserved it, and all the hard work he put in helped him. You were with him, you encouraged him every time, on the phone, if you could not travel, or in person when he asked you to be with him.
'I need my best friend, Y/N, please. Can you come to the race on the weekend?'
And no matter how much it hurt you to hear that he considered you just his best friend, you wouldn't let your tears fall on your cheeks and tell him you'd be there for the weekend. Every time. It doesn't matter that you had something else planned, you never refused him.
"Oh my God, thank you so much for coming!" you heard Max. You look up and see your best friend coming towards you, ready to hug you. You instantly smiled. No matter how you would feel when you see him you can't help but smile.
"Of course I came. I wouldn't be anywhere else," you say and you are taken by surprise by the sincerity with which you uttered those words.
He takes you to meet some people and you were happy because he seemed well, he seemed delighted with his place there.
"Do you miss it?" you heard Daniel asking you, but you had no idea what he was talking about. "The racing," he continued as if he had read your thoughts and knew you had no idea what he was talking about.
"Oh," you shrug nonchalantly. "I mean, yeah, sometimes, but it's fine."
"Is it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Clearly your mind is somewhere else. I thought it was because you were here and that brought back some racing memories, but it's different, isn't it?"
"Okay, Daniel, I appreciate the free therapy session, but I'm fine, seriously. I'm just happy to be here to encourage Max."
"Talking about me? Man, I'm feeling like a superstar," your best friend says coming between you. "I don't know about you guys but I want to get drunk."
"Are you even allowed to get drunk? It's Wednesday, don't you have press conferences tomorrow?"
"I'm in!" Daniel says and you roll your eyes. Of course he is.
Getting drunk with two boys you swear have ADHD was not a good idea.
Technically speaking, you weren't drunk, you drank a bottle of beer all night so you could take care of the two boys. Drunk Daniel was ok. He was not very agitated, he was even calmer than usual. He was sitting on the couch, laughing louder than usual, but it wasn't a cause of concern for you. Max on the other hand was a different story. Being drunk, he seemed very attracted to the balcony and that stressed you a lot. You tried to explain to him that it is dangerous on the balcony and that it is much more fun inside. You hardly convinced him.
"You're not funny at all, Y/N!"
"I'd rather know you're alive, Max."
Daniel went to bed at about 11:30 PM, but Max showed no signs of being tired. No matter how much you told him about tomorrow's busy schedule, he didn't seem to care.
You were lying on the couch, staring at the TV, and Max was on the floor, quietly for once. You wanted to ask him if he was feeling well, but he spoke before you could say something.
"Do you believe in love?"
Those five words knocked the air out of your lungs. Love? What made him ask you about love?
"Yes, I do," you answer and hope that he'll be satisfied with what you said.
"What is love anyway?"
"That depends, Max. Love is different for everybody."
"Well," he said and turns to look at you. "What is love for you?"
You sighed. What was love for you? Max. But you can't say that.
"Love is a broad term, Max. It can have different meanings for different people and can vary according to the context. At times love is synonymous with respect. At others, it is all about caring and sharing. At still others, it is a trail of concern, affection, and connection."
You didn't know you started to cry until Max kindly wiped off the tears on your face. Who would have thought that talking about love in front of the person you loved the most in this world would have made you cry? You whisper a 'thank you' to Max and get up to take a napkin from the kitchen.
"We're best friends, right?" you hear him coming towards you and he sits down on the kitchen chair.
"Sure," you answer, wiping away your tears.
"What you described. About love... I think I feel that for someone."
You heard something break and you were sure it was your heart. What you felt in that moment was what? Jealousy? This is human behavior. We, people, have the tendency to imagine ourselves with the person on whom we develop our crush. And this is totally normal, everyone does that.
Initially, it's all roses and unicorns. We start to imagine how our life would be with the other person, how we would treat them, what gifts we would give them, how we will take their pain away and how we will happily live after.
But life doesn’t work how we want it to work, does it? Then comes the second phase where we start to realize the differences between you and your crush, but still we hold on to it because in our minds that person is just too perfect to be wrong.
And then comes the thirds phase where we see our crush getting into a relationship with someone else. We even think that our crush doesn’t deserve that person, my crush deserves me! I’m better than that person. But that’s how it works, things fall apart. They break. That’s life. And at that moment, it broke your heart and you knew you want to know nothing about that other person. But you were hurt. He was drunk, yes, but you still had a crush on him, even if your feelings for him couldn't be reciprocal.
"That's... That's great, Max," you bit your lip to stop your tears from falling. "Let's go to bed."
"I think I always loved this girl but I never told her. Maybe I should," he giggles and you feel your blood boiling in your veins.
“You wouldn’t know love if it crushed your fucking chest,” you yell at him and you were sure Daniel was now wide awake. Max was watching you with wide eyes. "Stop talking about things you have no idea about," you shoot a glance at the clock. 12:25 AM. Looks like a lovely time to go for a walk in a foreign country you've never been to before. You collect your phone and wallet and march to the door.
"Where are you going?"
"I need fresh air. Go to bed."
"I'm coming with you, Y/N!"
You opened the door and left, not letting Max come after you. You started to run and in front of the hotel, you stopped. Where to now? You have no idea where you are or what is near the hotel, and you desperately needed to put some distance between you and Max.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Running like that? Are you crazy?" you hear a pissed Max behind you. You tried to wipe the tears in a desperate attempt to look like you haven't been bawling your eyes out. "What happened inside?"
"Nothing, Max."
"Let's talk about it. Please."
"Talk about it? Fine. Let's do it! What should I start with? The fact that I've had a crush on you for three years or should I give you some love advice for the girl you like?"
"Say that one more time," Max said, walking towards you.
"Say what one more time?"
"You liked me for the past three years?" he was now in front of you, feeling his hot breaths on your face, and you could smell the alcohol.
"That is not relevant."
"Why not? I should know if someone has feelings for me, no? At least that's what I deserve, I think."
"Stop being so fucking cocky, Verstappen. This is not a joke," you puffed. "Forget I said a damn thing," you started to walk back into the hotel.
"Well, if I have to forget what you said that means I'm not allowed to tell you that I've liked you too for the past three years, right?"
You stoped. He said what? You were dreaming. Maybe you were the one that drank a lot. You were drunk, that's the reason why you just heard Max confessing his feelings for you. Or maybe you were both drunk.
"Max, let's go to bed. You've had a lot to drink, maybe we'll talk in the morning if you remember anything."
He came to you and hugged you from behind.
"I know what I said. Sure, I've had a few beers to drink, but I know that what I'm telling you now it's the truth."
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