#i did tell my best friend recently that i'm such a man about my emotions. i am just my father's daughter

[estellan0vella]

Crossing The Lines ❀ includes: Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, Toji, Yuji, Megumi & Toge (REQUESTED) Masterlist Pt2: The Lines Were Blurred

You stand in the quiet of your shared apartment, the air heavy with the weight of what you’re about to say. Satoru Gojo, your partner, is sitting on the couch, his usually vibrant eyes now soft and curious as they meet yours. You can feel your heart pounding, each beat echoing the internal conflict you've been wrestling with for weeks.

"Satoru," you begin, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to keep it steady. "We need to talk."

He tilts his head slightly, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Sounds serious," he teases, but there’s a flicker of concern in his eyes.

You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. "It is serious. I... I’ve been thinking about us, about our relationship."

His smile fades, replaced by a furrowed brow. "What’s going on? Did something happen?"

You can feel the tears welling up, but you blink them back. "Satoru, I... I’m leaving you."

The silence that follows is deafening. Satoru’s eyes widen in shock, his mouth opening and closing as if he’s struggling to find the right words. "What do you mean? Why? Is it something I did?"

You shake your head, stepping closer but still keeping a safe distance. "No, it’s not you. It’s... it’s me. And Suguru."

His expression shifts from confusion to something darker, a mix of hurt and betrayal. "Suguru? My best friend, Suguru?"

You nod, the guilt washing over you like a tidal wave. "Yes. I didn’t plan for this to happen, but... I fell in love with him. And he feels the same way."

Satoru stands up abruptly, running a hand through his white hair in a gesture you’ve seen a thousand times before, but now it feels like a knife twisting in your chest. "How long?" he demands, his voice low and pained. "How long have you been...?"

"It started a few months ago," you confess, each word a dagger. "But it wasn’t physical, not until recently. We tried to fight it, to deny it, but... we couldn’t."

His blue eyes blaze with a mix of emotions – anger, sorrow, disbelief. "I trusted you. Both of you."

"I know," you whisper, tears finally spilling over. "And I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. You have to believe that."

He turns away, his shoulders shaking. "You should go."

Your breath catches in your throat, but you nod, knowing this is what has to happen. "I’ll come back for my things later. I just... I wanted to tell you in person."

Satoru doesn’t respond, his silence more painful than any words could be. You take one last look at the man you once thought you’d spend your life with, and then you leave, closing the door softly behind you.

Suguru Geto sits across from you, his eyes searching your face with a mixture of concern and curiosity. You've rehearsed this conversation a thousand times in your head, but now, standing here, the reality of it feels suffocating.

"Suguru," you begin, your voice trembling slightly. "There's something I need to tell you."

He leans forward, his expression softening. "What is it? You know you can tell me anything."

You take a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. "I... I can't do this anymore. Us."

Suguru's brow furrows in confusion. "What do you mean? Are you... are you breaking up with me?"

You nod, tears welling up in your eyes. "I'm so sorry, Suguru. I never wanted to hurt you, but I can't keep lying to myself. Or to you."

He stands up, pacing the room, running a hand through his hair. "Lying? About what? What's going on?"

You swallow hard, the next words feeling like shards of glass in your throat. "I'm leaving you... for Satoru."

Suguru stops dead in his tracks, his eyes wide with shock and hurt. "Satoru? My best friend, Satoru?"

You nod again, unable to meet his gaze. "I didn't plan for this to happen. It just did. I didn't want to betray you, but I can't deny what I feel for him."

The silence that follows is deafening. Suguru's face contorts with a mix of betrayal, anger, and sorrow. "How long has this been going on?"

"Not long," you say quickly. "It just... it just happened. But I need to be honest with you, and with myself."

He takes a step back, shaking his head in disbelief. "I trusted you. I trusted both of you. How could you do this to me?"

Your tears spill over, and you reach out to him, but he steps away, his eyes filled with pain. "Suguru, please. I never wanted to hurt you. I care about you so much, but I can't change how I feel."

He looks at you for a long moment, his expression hardening. "I hope you're happy with him. I really do. But right now, I can't even look at you."

With that, he turns and walks out of the room, leaving you standing there, your heart breaking into a million pieces. You know you've made a choice, but the cost of that choice weighs heavily on your soul.

The air in Sukuna’s estate is heavy, oppressive. The tatami mats under your feet seem to protest every step as you approach him.

His eyes, crimson and merciless, pierce through you, studying your every move with a curiosity that barely masks his inherent menace. You take a deep breath, your heart pounding as you prepare to deliver the news that will change everything.

“Sukuna,” you begin, your voice trembling despite your resolve, “I’m leaving you.”

His eyebrows arch in mock surprise, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “Oh? And where do you think you’re going, little one?”

Your throat feels dry, but you force the words out. “I’m leaving you for Uraume.”

The room falls deathly silent. Sukuna’s smile vanishes, replaced by a cold, murderous glare. The atmosphere grows even more oppressive, and you can feel the weight of his cursed energy pressing down on you. “Uraume?” he repeats, his voice dangerously soft. “My most loyal servant?”

You nod, standing your ground despite the fear clawing at your insides. “Yes. I love them, and they love me. I can’t stay with you any longer.”

In an instant, Sukuna’s expression twists into one of pure rage. “You dare betray me?” he roars, his voice shaking the walls. “I’ll kill you for this!”

His cursed energy flares, and you barely have time to react as he lunges towards you, murderous intent blazing in his eyes.

But before he can reach you, a figure steps between you and Sukuna. Their expression is resolute, unwavering. "Enough," Uraume says, their voice steady and calm.

Sukuna freezes, his eyes narrowing at the defiance of his most loyal servant. "Uraume, stand aside," he commands, but there is a hint of uncertainty in his voice now.

"No," Uraume responds, their tone firm. "I won't let you hurt them."

For a moment, the world holds its breath. Sukuna's rage is a palpable force, but so is Uraume's determination. You stand behind Uraume, your heart racing, but filled with hope. Uraume reaches back, taking your hand in theirs, a gesture of solidarity and love.

Sukuna's eyes flicker between you and Uraume, his fury battling with his confusion. "You would choose them over me?" he growls, his voice barely human.

Uraume nods, their grip on your hand tightening. "Yes. I love them."

A roar of pure rage erupts from Sukuna, the walls trembling with the force of his anger. But Uraume stands firm, and you draw strength from their presence, looking at them with a lovestruck expression hat used to only be reserved for Sukuna.

Finally, Sukuna's eyes soften, just a fraction. "Go," he spits, his voice cold and harsh. "But know this: if I ever see either of you again, I will kill you both."

Uraume turns to you, their eyes softening. “Let’s go,” they say gently, taking your hand.

As you leave Sukuna’s estate behind, you can still feel the weight of his gaze on your back, a reminder of the danger that will always linger. But with Uraume by your side, you know you’ll face whatever comes together.

Toji's piercing green eyes are fixed on you, curiosity and a hint of suspicion flickering within them. You take a deep breath, knowing that what you're about to say will change everything.

"Toji," you begin, your voice trembling slightly, "I need to talk to you."

He raises an eyebrow, his usual smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "What is it?"

You swallow hard, trying to steady your nerves. "I'm leaving you."

The smirk fades, replaced by a cold, hard stare. "What did you say?"

You take another deep breath, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. "I'm leaving you. For Shiu."

Toji's expression shifts from surprise to anger, his jaw clenching tightly. "Shiu? My fucking handler Shiu? Are you serious?"

You nod, feeling a pang of guilt but also a sense of relief at finally getting the words out. "Yes, I am. I care about him, and... I can't stay with you anymore."

Toji's fists tighten, and for a moment, you fear he might lash out. But instead, he takes a step back, his eyes narrowing. "After everything we've been through, you're just going to walk away? For him?"

You nod again, tears welling up in your eyes. "I'm sorry, Toji. I really am. But this is what I need to do."

He shakes his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "You're making a mistake. You know that, right?"

"Maybe," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "But it's my mistake to make."

Toji's expression hardens, and he takes another step back, his eyes never leaving yours. "Fine. Go to him. But don't expect me to be here when things fall apart."

You flinch at his words, knowing there's truth in them. But you also know that staying with Toji isn't an option anymore. You turn away, walking toward the door, each step feeling heavier than the last.

As you reach the doorway, you glance back one last time. Toji is still standing there, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger, hurt, and something else you can't quite place. Regret, maybe. Or resignation.

"I'm sorry," you say again, your voice breaking. Then you turn and walk out the door, leaving Toji and your old life behind.

You sit across from Megumi, the room heavy with an unspoken tension. His dark eyes are as unreadable as ever, and his usual stoic expression makes this even harder. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you’re about to say.

"Megumi," you start, your voice trembling slightly. "I need to talk to you about something important."

He looks up from the book he’s been pretending to read, giving you his full attention. There’s a flicker of concern in his gaze, but he waits patiently for you to continue.

"I… I've been struggling with this for a while," you say, twisting your hands in your lap. "You know how much I care about you, right? How much you mean to me?"

He nods, but his expression tightens slightly. "What’s going on?"

You swallow hard, feeling the weight of the words you’re about to utter. "I’ve fallen in love with someone else."

The silence that follows is deafening. Megumi’s face remains impassive, but you can see the slight clenching of his jaw, the way his hands tighten around the book.

"Who?" he asks quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yuji," you say, almost inaudibly. "It’s Yuji."

Megumi’s eyes close for a moment, and when he opens them again, there’s a storm brewing in their depths. "Yuji?" he repeats, as if trying to make sense of the name. "My best friend?"

You nod, tears welling up in your eyes. "I didn’t mean for it to happen. It just did. He makes me feel… alive, in a way I can’t explain."

Megumi stands up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. He walks to the window, staring out at nothing in particular. The silence stretches on, and you feel your heart breaking with each passing second.

"I see," he finally says, his voice devoid of emotion. "So, what happens now?"

You stand as well, taking a tentative step toward him. "I don’t want to hurt you, Megumi. I never wanted this. But I can’t lie to myself, or to you."

He turns to face you, his expression inscrutable. "I wish you’d told me sooner," he says quietly. "But if this is what you need… if Yuji is what you need, then I won’t stand in your way."

Tears spill down your cheeks, and you choke back a sob. "I’m so sorry, Megumi."

He shakes his head, a sad smile playing on his lips. "Don’t be. Just… be happy, okay?"

You nod, knowing that this is the best you can hope for. "Thank you, Megumi. For everything."

He doesn’t respond, just turns back to the window, his silhouette outlined by the fading light. You take one last look at him, memorizing the way he stands, the way he breathes, before you turn and walk out of the room, your heart aching for what you’ve lost and what you hope to find.

You sit across from Yuji Itadori, the weight of the words you're about to say pressing heavily on your chest. The café's bustling noise feels distant, as if a bubble has formed around the two of you, isolating you in a moment you wish you could avoid. Yuji's cheerful face, always so full of life, gradually morphs into one of concern as he notices your unease.

"Is everything okay?" he asks, his voice gentle and eyes filled with genuine worry.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your trembling hands. "Yuji, there's something I need to tell you. It's not easy, and I don't want to hurt you, but I have to be honest."

He leans in, his expression turning serious. "You can tell me anything. You know that, right?"

Your heart aches at his trust, making what you're about to say even more difficult. "Yuji, I'm leaving you," you begin, watching as confusion and hurt flash across his face. "I'm leaving you for Megumi."

For a moment, there's complete silence. The words hang in the air, almost tangible. Yuji blinks, as if trying to process what you've just said. "Megumi?" he echoes, disbelief evident in his voice.

You nod, feeling tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "I didn't plan for this to happen. It just did. Megumi and I... we grew close, and I realized that my feelings for him are stronger than I ever expected."

Yuji's face crumples, and you can see the pain you're causing him. "But... he's my best friend," he whispers, more to himself than to you.

"I know," you reply softly. "And that makes this so much harder. I never wanted to come between you two, but I can't lie to you or myself anymore."

He looks away, struggling to keep his composure. "Does he know?" he asks after a long pause.

"Yes," you admit. "We've talked about it, and he feels the same way."

Yuji's shoulders slump, the fight leaving his body. "I see," he says quietly. "I guess... I guess I can't stop you. If that's where your heart is, then I won't stand in the way."

Tears spill over, and you reach out to touch his hand, but he pulls away. "I'm so sorry, Yuji. I never wanted to hurt you like this."

He forces a sad smile, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I know. I just... I need some time to process this."

You nod, understanding the depth of the pain you're causing. "Take all the time you need. I hope someday you can forgive me."

He stands up slowly, looking down at you with a mixture of sorrow and acceptance. "I hope so too. Goodbye."

You stand in front of Toge, feeling the weight of your decision pressing down on your chest. The air between you crackles with tension, and you know that what you're about to say will change everything.

"Toge," you begin, your voice barely above a whisper, "there's something I need to tell you."

He turns to you, his dark eyes searching your face for any hint of what's to come. You take a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to speak the words that have been haunting your thoughts.

"I'm leaving you," you say, each word heavy with the weight of your betrayal. "I'm leaving you for Yuta."

Toge's expression doesn't change, but you can see the hurt flicker in his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. You can feel his pain, his confusion, and it tears at your heart.

"I'm sorry, Toge," you continue, your voice trembling with emotion. "I never meant for this to happen. It's just... Yuta and I, we have something special. I can't ignore it anymore."

You reach out to touch his arm, but he pulls away, his silence speaking volumes. You know you've broken something between you, something that might never be repaired.

"I'll pack my things," you say softly, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heart breaking. "I'll leave tonight."

And with that, you turn away, unable to bear the pain in Toge's eyes any longer. As you walk away, you can't help but wonder if you've made the biggest mistake of your life. But it's too late now. The damage is done, and all you can do is try to pick up the pieces and move forward, even if it means leaving behind the person you once thought you couldn't live without.

[bellarkeselection]

Oh my, you're so right. There are not enough Will Halstead fics in the one chicago fandom. I would have an idea for this fine man. Maybe you like it.

It's the best fiends to lovers trope... I'm obsessed with this kind of stuff. They're both idiots in love but are too afraid to destroy their friendship when they would tell the other how they feel. Will is super protective of reader. Reader has a chronic illness (cause I NEED to see him in worried protective doctor mode) like a heart desase or asthma or epilepsy. So he always watches out for her helping her when she feels sick... One day he gets hit on at Molly's and reader sees him flirting with a girl. He starts to date the girl. The girl is super bitchy and is jealous of reader cause she's Wills best friend. So the girl tries to drive a wedge between reader and Will, maybe weave some lies, hurts reader mentally etc so that reader distance herself from Will cause she's hurt of what his girlfriend said to her or how she treats reader. That lead to huge emotional stress which flares up her illness. Reader is feeling bad both emotionally and physically. And it gets dramatic in some kind of way. Maybe Jay or another character notices reader getting worse and tells Will. And first he doesn't belive it, cause his best friend would tell him of she's super sick, wouldn't she? Until reader is admitted to Med or is found unconscious in her apartment or something else.

Sorry for my long rambling. This is just an idea maybe you like some parts of it.

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Idiot Friends in Love

Okay so this is one of the longest requests I have gotten for Will so far. I honestly enjoyed writing this so so much and I truly hope I did as much as you asked for 🤗 🤗 🤗 🤗

@annieradcliff

When people talk about having a best friend you have to remember that no relationship is going to be the same as someone else’s. But when my friends think of a best friend duo they look at me and Will Halstead. We’ve been in the others life from the time we were five years old and haven’t left each other’s side since then.

He had went onto to become a doctor and I had persuade working in the same police department as his brother Jay had. Years ago when Will had a fight with his dad about wanting to go off to college I was there for the aftermath when Will stormed out. He told me the main reason he wanted to become a doctor was so that he could help people, especially people like me. I was born a few weeks earlier at the end of my mom’s pregnancy which gave me underdeveloped lungs and asthma.

Walking into Molly’s bar wearing some ripped blue jeans shorts and a white tank top I was looking for Will until I finally found him up at the bar. Striding over I was about to say something until I saw him with a blonde that I couldn’t really stand to be around. Her and I had gotten off to the wrong foot and she basically always made a point to lead my best friend away me. Heading to the bathroom I leaned my body into the wall just needing a minute to myself except to my surprise the very girl I didn’t want to see came up to me. “How long do you think he’s going to be there to babysit you hmm?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked her sensing some annoyance in her tone.

The blonde named Brooke snapped. “I mean he can’t babysit you and be your best friend forever. He is an ED doc and now spends most of his time with me.”

“Did he tell you this?” I questioned her knowing my friend was very busy as was I since I was doing everything I could to someday become a paramedic for Firehouse 51 with my friend Sylvie Brett who had recently joined the team.

Brooke rolled her eyes like I was an idiot or something. “He’s just spending time with you because he’s a doctor and feels it’s his sworn duty to protect you and make sure you’re well.”

“Will and I have been friends since we were five years old. So, I think you’ve got your thoughts mixed up.” Responding to the girl I had faith in my friend way before I would ever believe what this woman was saying.

She throws her hands away from her sides. “I’m just saying he clearly doesn’t have feelings for you like he does for me.”

“How would you know huh. Can you see what he is thinking inside his head cause I certainly can’t.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I’ve seen your little asthma attacks the first time I met you at this bar. Do you seriously think that he’s gonna want to be with somebody with a disability.”

“I’m done talking to you.” I began walking away from her until she yanked me back by my forearm.

“Just face the facts and realize you’ll just be another patient to him and nothing else.”

Yanking my arm from her grasp I stomped away not bothering to talk to her or Will for the night. The next few weeks I had basically been avoiding Will’s phone calls or texts figuring that she was right that I would always be a patient in his eyes. I decided to take a walk and see Brett so headed to the firehouse seeing her stalking supplies inside the ambulance. “There’s my favorite paramedic.”

“Hey Y/n! I wasn’t thinking I would be seeing you today. How have you been?” She climbed down out of the ambulance coming over and embracing me in a hug.

I wrapped my arms around her hugging her back. “I’m good. How are you and Casey?”

“We’re doing good. I’ve been meaning to ask how are you and Dr. Halstead. I’ve been meaning to ask lately.”

I raised a brow at her question. “Me and Will. I – I don’t understand.”

“Oh please. There’s something clearly going on between you two.” Brett rolled her eyes like I just said something completely ridiculous.

I raised my hands waving them in front of my chest not believing that there was something going on between me and my friend. “I don’t think you understand the relationship that he and I exactly. We are just friends and nothing more. Besides I’m fairly certain he doesn’t think of me in that way.”

“Pfft I’m sorry but that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” She made a noise snorting out a laugh. “Have you missed the signs where he sends you those lovey doe eyes, looking out for you, and I’ve never seen you hanging around anyone else but him since the day I met you two.”

“Look Brett, I appreciate you being hopeful. But there’s never going to be anything romantic going on with me and Will.” I felt my eyes beginning to water and I ran my fingers through my hair slowly feeling a tightening in my chest. I grabbed my chest gasping for air not expecting this to happen. “I mean why would he ever go for me. He has a girlfriend, regardless if she’s a bitch. But it’s fine – argh!”

Brett rushed forward catching my body before I could hit the concrete. “Y/n! Hey, hey, woah, woah. Kelly! Casey! I need some help out here.” She shouted before my eyes got heavy and I loosened my grip on her arms passing out on her.

I’m not sure how long I was out for by the time I slowly blinked my eyes opened and saw some bright lights that clearly looked like the hospital lights. I sucked in some breaths feeling a mask over my nose and mouth meaning asthma medicine was getting pushed into my body. The curtain drew open and I saw Rhodes enter the room carrying a chart underneath one arm. “Hey Y/n, you’re breathing seems to be doing better. I’ll just slowly take this off now.”

“Thanks Dr. Rhodes – uh where’s Brett – at?” I coughed after he pulled the mask down from my face and helping me sit upright more on the pillows.

He glanced towards the curtain answering my question. “She’s outside by the nurse desk. Will is actually with her too.”

“He is?” I asked leaning up feeling hopeful for a brief second.

He nodded walking out into the hallway waving them inside the room. Brett came in and smiled brightly hugging me and I hugged her back pulling away letting my best friend have my attention more than her. “I’ll let you two talk for a bit. Come talk with you afterwards.” She stepped outside the room back into the hallway leaving the two of us alone.

“I was so worried about you when I saw Brett bring you in like that. I mean I thought we had a better understanding going here. That – that we – “He stuttered out his words frantically running a hand through his auburn curls. “You’re my best friend so I thought you’d tell me if something bad was really going on with you.”

I did my best to lie, biting my lip unknowingly. “Will, I just had a small episode. You know flare ups can happen from almost anything.”

“I’m aware of that. But that’s not the point.”

I snapped. “The point doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does matter.”

Shaking my head I wished he wasn’t so argumentative like I was. “No it doesn’t. Look I’m fine now so we don’t have to have this conversation anymore.”

“Yes, enough of this. Okay I know you’re lying o me about something and I’m hurt that you didn’t feel comfortable enough to talk to me about it.” He raised his hands in the air.

I rolled my eyes wishing this wasn’t happening right now between us. “You don’t need to know all of my business, William!”

“We’ll excuse me. I thought us being childhood best friends meant we were much closer than you think we are!” He raised his voice at me in frustration.

Clutching my hands into fists punching the hospital bed sheets shouting up at my best friend with some tears falling down my face. “Gosh damn it Will just stop it. I don’t want to be your friend who is always a patient in your eyes. I know that’s all I’m ever going to be!”

“What. Who, who told you that?” Will made a confused face at me.

I scoffed. “That blonde girl named Brooke you’re dating. She told me facts that you clearly aren’t comfortable saying to my face.”

“Why would she say those things. We’re not together anymore.” He responded.

I parted my lips thinking he was joking. “You’re not. Why – why not?”

“She just liked the idea of dating an ED doc. I broke up with her last Friday. That’s what I was wanting to talk with you about in my multiple phone calls. But I guess I got my answer when you never answered.” His gaze lowered down to the floor and he went to leave.

I gently called his attention. “Will, wait a sec. What was the calls about?”

“They were about my feelings for you.”

Sucking in a shacky breath I wasn’t sure how to feel about what he was about to say. “Will, are you saying that you think of me more than a friend?”

Rather than giving me a verbal response he strides forward climbing up onto my bed with his legs on either side of mine. He gently grabs my face in his hands crashing his lips down onto mine not giving me a chance to say anything. It took me a minute before I ran my fingers up his arms wrapping my arms around his kissing him back.

Threading my fingers through his hair, tugging on it hearing him moan into the kiss. I thought this was a dream for a brief moment until he broke the kiss resting his forehead against mine. “You’ve always been more than a friend to me. I just - didn’t want to say anything and ruin what we have if you didn’t feel the same. And don’t ever think for a minute that you’re just a patient to me. You’re anything else but that Y/n.”

“It’s crazy that my reasoning for not telling you how I felt before now is the same reason as yours. It’s a relief we both come off as idiots in love.” I smiled chuckling resting my other hand on his cheek.

He sent me a cheecky grin. “Well can this idiot in love officially ask you out on a date tonight?”

“Yes, yes I’ll go on a date with you.” I leaned forward beginning the next kiss we shared. We were entirely too worried for nothing and it wasn’t too long after a few dates that Will was already working on having me become his Mrs. Halstead.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[houpss]

The last moment of affection

Peiring:Lee Minho x Han Jisung

ONLY APPEARANCE AND A LITTLE CHARACTER ARE TAKEN FROM REAL PEOPLE. DOES NOT REFER TO REAL IDOLS.

Tag:doomed love, angst, suicide, drugs, death.

Minho and Jisung had a complicated and complex history. Their relationship was riddled with complex emotions and tension, laced with doubt and deception. They managed to change each other's lives, but, unfortunately, not for the better. How did this story begin? What happened at the end? A love story is never happy, love is cruel, and trust destroys hearts.

They began writing this story when they were students in high school.Both are only 17 years old. Minho is the leader of the basketball team, and Jisung is a very attractive guitarist in the school band. Minho is harsh and rude, while Jisung is loud, cheerful and very gentle. Minho immediately noticed Jisung in the crowd, bright blue hair visible in the crowd. Jisung dressed the way he wanted, he did what he wanted...and then Minho wanted Jisung. Jisung immediately fell in love with Minho, maybe this story is about true love? Jisung also paid attention to Minho, but noted him as a very rude and wayward young man.

–"Look, Sonnie, Minho is staring at you again,” Felix whispered in Jisung’s ear and glanced towards Minho, who was sitting at the opposite end of the dining room.

–"He recently invited me to his home..” Jisung whispered mysteriously in response and looked at Minho and waved his hand.

–"And what did you do?"

–"Damn, first we watched anime... and then... he kissed me." Jisung's cheeks turned red and he was sure that Minho was grinning at such Jisung. Felix's eyes widened and he squeezed Jisung's shoulder approvingly, "YOU HAVE TO TELL ME EVERYTHING."

This was the beginning. Everything was like something out of a stupid novel or, even worse, a romantic drama. The relationship started fast and furious, Minho loved a lot of emotions and Minho loved Jisung. Jisung always dreamed of being loved and wanted to love. Minho lifted Jisung to heaven.

–"So gentle when you're embarrassed"

–"Please,Ho..Kiss me again"

Soft laughter, hot hands under a T-shirt and such familiar lips on the skin. The idea of falling in love with Lee Minho was the best thing in life.

–“You look like my dream...you feel like the most pleasant alcohol,” Lee whispered and kissed Jisung aggressively, hovering over him on the sofa. They met at Minho's house, these were secret meetings. Jisung's family only knew Minho as Jisung's friend. But should friends kiss?

–"Sonnie, play the guitar for me. You play so beautifully" Jisung would compose hundreds of lyrics for Minho, Minho would become his eternal muse.

Minho gave Jisung the brightest love, they call it "Eros". Such love is passionate and flaming, implying a loss of control due to love... they have long ceased to control themselves. They seemed to shine with each other. They had so many moments together, so many tender and sweet memories.

And also, as Jisung said, Minho fucks him well. Yes, with Minho it was definitely the best sex, leading to languor and stars in the eyes. Lee Minho knew how to make things pleasant.

Jisung thought about Minho before bed, thought about him in the morning, and thought about him always, absolutely always. Minho settled in Jisung’s thoughts and in his heart, becoming Jisung’s very dream. Han Jisung knew how to love. And Minho...oh dear Minho. Minho never thought he wanted to settle for just one. Lee Minho wanted to take everything at once.

Minho has always been a person prone to cheating. He couldn't stop at one person, one story. But when he decided to cheat on Jisung, his long-term partner and lover, it was too much even for him.

Minho:Hyunnie) can you come to my house by 7:30 pm?

Hyunjin:I can, Minho, what happened?

Minho: Jisung and I had a fight, I'm so bored...

Hyunjin: Omg, I'll be there soon. wait with alcohol.

Minho: Tanks 💌👌🏻

Oh yeah. Minho and Jisung started arguing a lot. Minho often disappears, he's just bored with Jisung. Jisung is too nice, Jisung is too soft and Jisung loves him too much. It was suffocating Minho, he wanted freedom and more lust, Minho wanted more sex. Jisung tried many times to have a normal conversation with Minho, but every time the same short message awaited him: “Don’t bother me, I’m busy.”

Busy...When will you find time for Jisung?

–"Haven't you talked again?"

–"Lix...he always disappears somewhere, he always goes with Hyunjin...it's like I'm nobody"

–"Please Jisung, talk to him."

–"But I don't want to hurt him."

–"Aren’t you in pain yourself?”

Those around Jisung clearly noticed how he was losing interest in life. He couldn't understand how he could think like that...he would never leave Minho, and that thought haunted her every night. He could not fill the emptiness in his soul, and the moral pain became unbearable.

–"I want to watch a movie with you, Sonnie"

–"Min!! I'm so happy, of course I'll come...how about tonight?"

But there were no films. Minho loved the body, Minho doesn't need Jisung's soul. He invited Jisung to indulge in the passions of the night. Jisung is in pain again, but he allows Minho to do it.

Jisung:Minnie, We need to talk

Minho:About what?

Jisung:I know it will hurt. forgive me, you were my best boyfriend...I really love you so much, I always do. I love you until my knees tremble and my heart hurts... but it’s time to end this. You always disappear with Hyunjin or Chan, you always avoid me, it hurts me. I want to end this relationship.

Minho:Oh so pretty)Yeah, we are breaking up. I do not love you. Sorry, I'm late for Chan :)))

Pain.Jisung is so stupid, yes, stupid. It hurts so damn much. It’s as if a tormenting frost has set in on your soul, and the flowers are dying in the frost. as if his heart had been torn out of his chest and left him, leaving only emptiness in him. Full of despair, he experiences a loss of interest in life. Further we go, worse it becomes. Previously, he could find joy, happiness, pleasure in life even in the little things. But now all the days have become gray, devoid of meaning and purpose. It’s dark inside him, a dark forest, as if his soul is immersed in absolute darkness.

"Can I just leave?" - such thoughts arise in him more and more often. What does he have to lose? He lost his soulmate, his family, his love. What's left? Endless emptiness and pain. It's so easy to just stop existing. It's so easy to stop feeling pain. Jisung is unable to live without Minho. Jisung's soul completely dissolved in Minho, but he just laughed at him. Probably Jisung has no value since Minho cheated on him... probably Jisung is not good enough for Minho... Jisung promises to improve. Jisung wants to go back to Minho, but sees him either in Hyunjin’s company or in Chan’s Company.

Jisung's too kind heart hurts, he completely stops socializing. He leaves the group, now the guitar is his past. He dyed his bright blue hair black and permed it, so he's now curly. Jisung wears glasses and dresses modestly, Jisung has lost himself. Han Jisung killed himself. The world is like cracked glass, fragments fly in different directions. Jisung only allowed Felix to come near him, and Felix’s heart ached so much for his friend. Felix doesn't want to lose Jisung.

But Felix didn't have extra ears or eyes, he couldn't always be with Jisung, and Jisung only communicated with Felix. This night will be the loneliest.

Night. White sheets, the silence of the night and only the cool air brought Jisung to consciousness. What a terrible feeling, why does love hurt so much? He missed Minho, he believed that Minho was not bad, but it hurt so much. It hurt as if I had been hit with all my might right in the chest. Jisung saw life next to Minho. Jisung destroyed himself, he gave up his dreams and career. Jisung can't be himself anymore, so what's left? Black curls fell on an unnaturally pale face, Jisung got out of bed and found some pills in the medicine cabinet, he didn’t care what they were. Jisung didn't realize what he was doing or why he was doing it. He just wants to stop feeling pain, pills relieve pain.

Jisung:Sorry, Felix

Jisung:It will be better, better for everyone.

Jisung:I'm so scared, but I have to do it.

Jisung:Sorry bro...you were the best.

Han Jisung turned off his phone without seeing Felix's tirade and the message "I'M ALREADY ON THE GO, PLEASE DON'T DO ANYTHING." Oh.. Jisung just didn't want to be stopped.Death for lunch today, bon appetit.

Jisung looked at the pills that were lying on a snow-white plate. There is no doubt that Jisung is just tired. Many people say that after death... it is calm and good there, which is what Jisung wanted. Jisung locked himself in the kitchen after changing into a black shirt and black pants, his black curly hair falling over his face. First pills...second...third...fourth...he lost count, I think there were about 30? The last thing Jisung felt was the feeling of doomed love, “I’m sorry that I love you so much, Lee Minho,” Han Jisung’s very last thought.

But Lee Felix didn’t have time, he had to break down the door to the kitchen, where he saw Jisung already dead. He sat just like he was alive, only he would never speak and would never walk. Lee Felix will blame Minho and tell everyone to blame him for Jisung's death. Han Jisung is no longer in pain, he is no longer afraid or in love.

[sunflawyer]

a little sunflawyer lore drop because its been too long since i did one!!

just as a way for me to show abby's personality better ☀️ it's about Abby and her patients.

its quite long though !!! (⁠⊙⁠_⁠◎⁠) but its sweet :3

abby is a psychologist who works at a clinic !!! her patients range from kids to adults :D so far the one that i would love to mention is Clara, a 9 year old girl who suffers from abvuse trauma. for clara's case, abby helps her to heal while jimmy helps bring justice for her by capturing the perpetrator.

recently i thought of a new patient!! this one is an elderly man named Sam who recently lost his wife. he goes to abby to help him cope with his grief. he tells abby everything about his marriage — the memories, the dreams, the moments... and sam's stories make abby think of jimmy. the same romance that sparkles between the two of them...

now, sam's wife's passing got her thinking about herself too. abby has a low blood pressure, which causes her to pass out quite often, and it always worries jimmy. she's afraid if something happens to her one day, jimmy will struggle to cope with it. and it terrifies her and haunts her mind for days until one day she can't take it anymore.

so one day, after she comes home from another session with sam, abby sits beside jimmy and asks him to make her cry. jimmy was taken aback of course — he never wanted to see abby cry, let alone being the one who caused it. but abby trusts him and says crying is a good way to cope with sadness to relief all of your bottled-up emotions. at work, she has to be tough for her patients, but today, she needs to ve vulnerable.

so, jimmy did. — he tells her about the day they met, about how he was instantly captivated by her the moment his eyes met hers. he tells her about their wedding day, how he was so nervous that he was the loudest to cry during their vows. he tells her the day tommy was born, the day tommy said 'mama', and the day when he first entered daycare. he tells her their memories together.

and she cried. of course not from sadness, but from happiness. they've been through a lot together. there were times when she doubted herself, and there were times when she was the happiest woman in the world. and she went through them with jimmy by her side.

he then pulls her into his arms and whispers, "its okay to cry, abby. i know you want to be tough for others, but with me, youre not just Dr. Abigail McGill, you're Abby. You're my wife, my best friend, the reason why I wake up with a smile everyday."

and he kisses her forehead, lingering there.

"you're a human, abby. a human with feelings. I'm here for you, to share your burdens with. i love you, no matter how you are feeling today, tomorrow, and the next day.

you're my heart."

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 32 (A Handsome Detective Investigates the Hack)

Detective Conrad Gordon stood in Heather's front yard with his canine partner, Bernese mountain dog Gord.

She'd never seen him before, but Heather knew why he was here. She raced to put her son in his crib and get dressed.

Holding out his badge, he offered a respectful nod and a charming smile that made her nervous. "Detective Conrad Gordon, ma'am. Are you Heather Nesbitt?" She nodded, holding her breath. Just her luck; the hottest man she'd ever seen had come to arrest her. "I'm here to look into a recent hack of Landgraab Systems. Did you know anything about that?"

"I mean, I read about it in the news like everybody else," she said. Her voice wavered. She was a very bad liar.

He clipped his badge back to his belt. "Do you mind if I take a look around your computer? A tip to San Myshuno PD said you might know something more."

"That's silly."

She laughed with an anxious breath, letting him in to search her PC. She hoped she’d covered her tracks, but the detective had been a geek since he learned how to type. Just like Heather.

He knew where to look and exactly what he was looking for. She could tell, and she tried to look busy. Flustered, she put a pot of soup on the grill in the backyard (why Heather why?!), but this was exactly the sort of strange behaviour that made a guilty person look it.

He joined her outside with a sympathetic frown. "You're really savvy with computers," he observed. "A vet who's also an app developer who got her start as the best online Incredible Sports player the game's ever seen."

She blushed. "You know about that?"

"I did a bit of research before the drive out here, but I didn't need to be reminded of all the times ButtercupNesbeets and your Henford Hens All-Stars kicked my butt online in high school."

"You played?"

"Not as well as you. But why the jump from gaming to hacking?"

The truth flooded out of her. "Malcolm Landgraab stole my app code, but I use those royalties to raise our son. And if Landgraab Corp's nothing but shady deals and bad business, I'm worried for my clinic. Besides, the news report said it barely cost the Landgraabs a thing!"

"It's still illegal, Miss Nesbitt."

"Mama mama!" Ash called for her from beyond the patio door, interrupting her rambling explanation. She pulled the pot of soup from the stove and shut off the grill, heading inside to lift her son from his crib.

"Cute kid," said the detective. Ash wriggled from his mother's anxious grasp and Conrad reached out to steady him. "Is the second one Malcolm Landgraab's, too?"

"No, thank the Watcher. I'm a surrogate for my best friends, and I guess I've been a bit hormonal. I was frustrated, but I didn't do it to steal a bunch of data and I don't plan to do it again. I just wanted to get back at my ex. It was stupid."

Heavily pregnant with a child for friends who couldn’t expand their family without her help, Conrad could sympathize with Heather's motives. Everyone in Simlandia knew the Landgraabs only cared about enriching themselves, but Heather was a single mom who saved the lives of helpless animals.

His dog took a liking to her instantly. Gord always knew a bad egg when he saw one, and Conrad could usually trust his canine's instincts better than his own.

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to get arrested? Should I call my parents to come get my son?"

The handsome young detective didn’t have the heart to bring her in. "I didn't record your confession because you said you've felt emotional lately. I don't like to take a confession under duress, so I guess the investigation has to continue. If the Landgraabs insist on pressing charges, you'll probably hear from me again. For now, I should head back, file a report, and let you get back to your son."

He didn't have a plan, but rather than stop by the station when he returned to the city, Conrad turned onto the overpass over the bridge and parked his cruiser Uptown... ->

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WCIF Conrad Gordon? I used this sim by lemariiia from the Sims 4 Gallery, and changed his hair and beard to be a little less old fashioned. I changed his last name because I felt like it (it was Sampson IIRC), but otherwise everything else is the same. The dog I gave him myself because I love this breed.

Also we totally don't have to play coy and act like that's not the sim in my userpic! 😂 After I called time on the Everett/Heather flirtation because I fell too hard for Spencer and didn't want to do that to her anymore, I needed to pivot because there's still no gen 3 heir! I also need to make Heather do programming things to keep the Techie lifestyle (even though she decided years ago she doesn't even like the skill), so I planned the hack and the investigation, searched the gallery for five 'detective' sims, and then my friend Kenzie picked Conrad based on looks and traits.

Spoiler alert but I hope you guys love him because Kenzie picked so well!

[pikaflute]

This post contains spoilers for Army of the Doomstar, and also screencaps from the movie under the read more. This post is just about Nathan and Pickles by the way.

Okay let's talk about Nickles is real. I said in an earlier post that Charles directly tells Pickles to be Nathan's friend. Nathan at this point is afraid. He's got....a lot going on after being recently hospitalized due to exhaustion, coupled with the trauma of being the only one who remembers Requiem and having to be put on Xanax (possibly for anxiety). So now more than ever Nathan needs support. He needs his band. He needs a friend. He needs....well Pickles.

Obviously Pickles is already Nathan's friend. His best friend even. Despite all of Season 4, Pickles still cares a lot about Nathan. Even during this conversation with Charles he's like 'that's all?'. He's already doing that. Pickles throughout this movie is the one character trying his hardest to be there for Nathan. Calling him buddy, being supporting of him during the training, keeping an eye on him, doing everything he can to make sure Nathan is alright to not only write the song to save the world but just in general. Nathan needs it.

It also is worth mentioning that Charles probably chose Pickles for that exact reason. He probably knew he didn't need to tell him to be Nathan's friend either. No other member of Dethklok would've been as close to Nathan as Nathan is with Pickles. His drummer.

When they're with Knubbler, he calls them both the dad (nathan) and the mom (pickles). Why did he do this. I know why but. Humor me. By the way Pickles really leans into the mom role in this. This is a real line said in the movie:

Anyway during the scene after Murderface's exorcism, Nathan blames himself for fucking up the song of salvation. And then Pickles slaps him. When Nathan says "Everyone abandoned me" Pickles tells him:

Pickles knows! He experienced it! Nathan pushed him away and didn't tell him about the whale in Season 4 which caused the initial fight in the season. Coupled along with Nathan's attraction towards Abigail, Pickles knows first hand how Nathan pushes people out and shuts down when things happen to him. Now he's doing it again. He's shut out his band, he "broke up" with the fans due to his own issues, and with Abigail he couldn't let his own feelings be pushed aside and listen to hers.

Sure. It looks like slapping him isn't the best way to get through to him, but, Pickles knows Nathan. This is being his friend. Nathan is stubborn. He doesn't listen. This is how it's gonna get through to Nathan that, hey dipshit, you're not alone. You have others. You have me. (In fact. It's how Nathan go to Pickles in Fatherklok if you remember that correctly.) Nathan realizing he wants everyone to come back to help him is also somewhat similar to his apology to Pickles to come back at the end of Season 4. But that's just be tinhatting.

Also during this Murderface goes "this is weird." He doesn't like seeing mom and dad fight.

Later. Before they perform the song of salvation: this happens. With Nathan calling Pickles the best mother (fucker. Motherfucker.)

If this line isn't a metaphor for "I love you" than I'm going to play in traffic. The emphasis on the you in Nathan's line. I'll blow up.

Later on when they get kidnapped by Salacia and are essentially given their last meals, Pickles' orders Nathan's, further cementing how they're friends. A lead singer and his drummer.

why are you looking at a another man like that. HUH

Also Pickles touches Nathan like a lot this movie.

DO NOT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THIS MAN.

THE TENDER TOUCH. THE CARESS. MAN WHEN I SAW THIS I HAD TO GO TAKE A LAP AROUND MY HOUSE. I GOT SO EMOTIONAL AND PISSED. MAN. MAAAAAN.

This movie nails their relationship. How Nathan acts because of his role on the metalocalypse. How he handles his emotions. How the band handles their emotions. How Nathan and Pickles' friendship still is strong despite everything that happened to them. How Pickles is the one to snap Nathan to his senses and act like a real friend to Nathan; one he really needed. This movie is amazing and I cried like a baby.

Anyway this was Pickles in AOTD

And this was Nathan

Run me a check for nickles screenwriting credits Brendon. I'll be expecting it in my inbox by the end of the week.

[azuritethehermit]

Could you please write something angsty to do with the soul sharing in season 8 and Mumbo removing the waffle recently, it is such fanfic material

Maybe along the lines of Grian feeling his soul return and checking in on Mumbo to confirm his suspicions, and then confrontation? 👀

Pretty please

I've been feeling very angsty lately, maybe its the teenager in me. Im going to pour all my feelings into this

It's a little short and it has a happy ending but it is angsty.

(DISCLAIMER: I'm writing abt their personas and not the people in real life.)

Mumbo felt bad. Really bad. He had been avoiding Grian and Grian knew it. It hurt his feelings. He didn't know what he did wrong.

He wanted to ask Mumbo, but he knew it would only bring them farther apart.

Grian then felt a small surge of energy, and he knew what had happened. He knew it was over. Everything they had fought for, everything that they had worked for. It was all gone when Grian felt his own soul return to his body.

He almost imagined it couldn't be real. Everything wasn't over, was it? Mumbo was his best friend, maybe more than his best friend he didn't really know, but now that was all gone.

The best Grian could do was suck it up and talk to Mumbo, but he was so upset. He was angry and sad, and he felt so many emotions at once that he didn't really know what to do. All these thoughts swirled through his head of their relationship, whatever it was, being over and gone just like that.

There had to be some logical Mumbo explanation for this. Sure, they hadn't talked in a few weeks, but he didn't think Mumbo would just stop protecting his soul.

He had half a mind to march himself over to the Magic Moutain Shopping District. He knew Mumbo would be in that damn lab. It was all he ever did anymore was testing, testing, and more testing. Of course, Grian was upset he'd been losing out on valuable moments with Mumbo, and it seemed like Mumbo didn't even care.

So he honestly couldn't think of anything else to do except ask Mumbo. He picked himself up off the ground and realized he would have to do it. He knew he would have to tell Mumbo how he felt about him in order for him to understand where this is all coming from.

He quickly flew into the air, his wings picking his weight up off the ground, easily flying the short distance over to where Mumbo would inevitably be. And there he was, Grian saw Mumbo, he was attempting to tend to the sludge and cancer, that was the green liquid the side of the laboratory was spewing out. The ground and plants seemed to have mutated down the spot where the green sludge ran out. It disgusted Grian in a way, but not enough that he cared more about it than Grian.

Grian swooped down quietly. He wanted to say something, but he wasn't quite sure what that was he wanted to say.

"Mumbo," He said out quietly.

"Grian." Mumbo turned to face the boy, Mumbos appearance almost frightened Grian. He looked tired, more tired than usual, like he hadn't slept in days, and he had these two silver strips of hair drooping down his face. He seemed to stand a couple inches taller as well.

"What had happened to you?" Grian blurts out quietly without thinking.

"To me? I feel great. Better than ever." Mumbo grinned down at the small avian, his teeth showed the sharpness of them apparent.

"You don't look good?" Grian said even quieter this time.

"What?" Mumbo said, confused, cooking his head to the side. "No Grian, I feel amazing."

Everytime he said it, Grian felt a stinging pain in his chest, like his heart was being ripped out of his body and he couldn't control his feelings anymore.

"So you feel great?" He almost seemed to shout his voice, getting louder and louder. "I don't feel great, Mumbo. What happened to us?" Grian asked almost pleading.

"I felt it, Mumbo. I felt you give it back." Grians eyes started to form tears and he almost couldnt stand here and look into the eyes of a man he barely knew anymore.

"Give what back..?" Mumbo said. A few seconds passed by, and the realization dawned on him. "Your soul? Grian, no, I-" he placed a large hand to the back of his head, feeling the place where the little criss cross should be.

"I had no idea." He said quietly.

"You had no idea?" Grian was starting to get upset again, "you had no idea after everything we've been through together?" Grian asked him, taking a step through the atomic sludge to be closer to Mumbo.

"No Grian, you don't understand, I didn't give it back." He placed his hands on Grians shoulders, "I would never, you know I love you."

"Love me? You haven't been around in ages. It feels like you've forgotten about me. Like I'm just old news, is that it Mumbo? Am I old news? Are you gonna throw me away just like all this." He gestures around to all the pollution he's created. "You made your choice a long time ago, and I'd hate to think you were going back on that."

Grian takes a deep breath, and Mumbo just stands there he has an almost horrified expression on his face. "I still have yours." Grian reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little trinket. It holds Mumbos' soul.

"You're not getting it back." Grian grips it in his hand, "You're not getting it back because I love you, and I always have."

Mumbo looks petrified, like he doesn't know what he's done. What Grian just said to him felt like a confession of love, a declaration one might say. "Grian, I-" Mumbo pauses. "I don't know what to say." He looks down, and for a moment, he waits, and then he grabs one of Grians hands.

"Please," Mumbo breathes out, "give me one more chance. I'll treat you better this time." His other hand drifts up into the others' hair, feeling the matching criss cross he used to have.

"I'm scared of you, Mumbo." Grian says quietly but enough that Mumbo can hear.

"You trusted me before, trust me again. I can be a better holder for you." Mumbo says gently, squeezing the others hand.

Grian thinks for a second before squeezing his hand back. "Okay." And with Grians permission, Mumbo pulls him into a kiss. The kiss was passionate enough that both could feel the energy surge in a stupidly romantic way.

After a few moments Mumbo pulled away and Grian looked at him, he looked less tired. Still the grey streaks were there but he felt the tallers scalp and there were the scars. Grian smiled before pulling Mumbo into a hug.

"I'm so sorry" Mumbo breathed out.

"Never leave me again," Grian said just as breathily, and he had a hint of fear behind the words. Of course, he wouldn't want anything bad to happen to them. There was nobody he loved more than Mumbo Jumbo.

[onlyonetifosi]

chapter 13

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The vibrant city lights of Monaco shone below as Yn and Joris walked along the harbor, their laughter echoing against the luxurious yachts. The F1 season was in full swing, and the excitement of the races permeated the air. Little did they know, their lives were about to take an unexpected turn.

As they settled into a cozy corner of a seaside cafe, Yn nervously toyed with her necklace, glancing at Joris with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety.

"Joris, there's something I need to tell you," she began, her eyes meeting his with a mix of excitement and fear.

Joris, sensing her nervousness, squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Whatever it is, Yn, we'll face it together."

Taking a deep breath, Yn looked into Joris' eyes. "I'm pregnant."

Joris stared at her for a moment, the words sinking in. A mixture of surprise, joy, and concern played across his face “Yn, that's incredible. We're going to be parents!”

The vibrant atmosphere of the F1 paddock buzzed with excitement as Yn strolled hand in hand with Joris. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on the bustling scene. As they walked toward the motorhome, Yn couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. The 2024 F1 season had been a rollercoaster for Charles, and her heart swelled with pride for her twin brother.

Entering the motorhome, Yn felt a wave of nervousness wash over her. She and Joris exchanged a glance before breaking the news to her family. The room was filled with the aroma of a home-cooked meal, and the Leclerc family gathered around the table.

Pascale, Yn's mother, welcomed them with a warm smile. "Bienvenue! How was your day, mes enfants?"

Yn took a deep breath, exchanging a glance with Joris. "Maman, there's something important we need to tell you all."

"Go on, we're all ears," Lorenzo said, gesturing for them to continue.

The room fell silent as everyone turned their attention to Yn and Joris. Charles, still riding the adrenaline of his recent race, leaned back in his chair, seemingly unfazed.

Joris cleared his throat, "Yn et moi, nous attendons un bébé." (Yn and I are expecting a baby.)

A beat of silence hung in the air before Pascale beamed, "Oh mon dieu, that's wonderful news! Congratulations, my dear!" She enveloped Yn in a warm hug.

Arthur, Yn's younger brother, grinned from ear to ear and  clapped his hands excitedly "Uncle Arthur! That sounds so cool!"

Lorenzo high-fived Joris. "Congrats, man!"

But Charles, who had been calmly sipping his drink, suddenly choked, nearly spilling it. His eyes widened as he turned to Yn and Joris. "Attendez, quoi?" (Wait, what?)

Yn looked at Charles, her heart pounding. "J'ai dit que nous attendons un bébé, Charles." (I said we're expecting a baby, Charles.)

"Charles, it's okay," Yn began, her voice shaky. "We know it's a lot to take in, but—"

"You're pregnant?" Charles interrupted, his emotions clearly conflicting. "With Joris' baby? Seriously?"

Joris nodded, a proud smile on his face. "Oui, mon ami. Nous sommes ravis." (Yes, my friend. We're thrilled.)

Charles, torn between conflicting emotions, stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. "No, this can't be happening," he muttered, pacing back and forth.

Yn's eyes welled up with tears as the weight of Charles' reaction hit her and Joris squeezed her hand for reassurance. "Charles, s'il te plaît, comprends." (Charles, please, understand.)

Charles, still in shock, ran his hand through his hair. "I can't believe my best friend got my sister pregnant! This is insane!"

Andrea, sensing the tension, stepped forward and spoke up. "Calma, Charles. È una bella notizia. (Calm down, Charles. It's good news.)"

Charles, frustrated, turned to Andrea, "This is my sister, Andrea! My little sister!"

Pascale, unimpressed by Charles' dramatic outburst, spoke sternly. "Charles, calme-toi! C'est une bonne nouvelle pour la famille." (Charles, calm down! It's good news for the family.)

Charles, torn between conflicting emotions, sighed deeply. "I know, but it's just… unexpected. I need some time to process this."

Andrea, Charles' personal trainer and a close family friend, spoke up. "Caro amico, la vita è piena di sorprese. Lascia che le cose si sistemino." (Dear friend, life is full of surprises. Let things settle.)

Yn, overwhelmed by the emotional rollercoaster, couldn't hold back her tears. Pascale hugged her daughter, shooting a disapproving look at Charles. "T'es trop dramatique, mon fils." (You're too dramatic, my son.)

He immediately softened, walking over to hug his sister. "I'm sorry, Yn. I'm just shocked. But I'm happy for you, really."

The tension dissipated as the Leclerc family embraced the news, Arthur jumping around excitedly. "On va avoir un bébé dans la famille!" (We're going to have a baby in the family!)

As the room filled with laughter and joy, Charles knelt down and placed his ear against Yn's belly. "Je suis désolé pour ma réaction, petite sœur. Je t'aime déjà, petit bébé." (I'm sorry for my reaction, little sister. I already love you, little baby.)

The Leclerc family, amidst the chaos of emotions, began to discuss the impending arrival. Despite Charles' initial shock, the love and support from the rest of the family prevailed, turning an unexpected revelation into a celebration of life.

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[djevelbl]

So. 341, IM!Cup & Holly...

I read one (1) comment on Inky Mystery's Cup & Holly's dynamic and now feel the need to go on a vague-posting rant about them--

TLDR: if we're critiquing Holly's reaction to Cup's rejection & her actions in the aftermath of the gala in regards to him, we gotta talk about his as well; it's a symbiotic conversation - you can't talk of one's fuckups without at least giving an honorable mention to the other's mistakes either, aknowledging they happened and all that.

I have thoughts, and all of them stem from a convo I saw in my fyp about Holly's most recent interactions with Cup in 341 - rant ahead y'all, the TLDR is there for a reason. Good readin'.

Sure, Holly outright ignoring Cuphead and making excuses to not talk to him about what happened is not okay - especially when he's making an effort to talk to her (shit he doesn't do with anyone unless they're Mugs) and I'm like. the first person to scream at the screen for them to talk, but I typically go about it in the sense of "this motherfucker really let her go on a trip without so much as a SORRY or even trying to rectify the situation, thus letting her form all the wrong conclusions, huh." And sure, he's trying, I'll give him that - I'm sure that's fucking hard for him considering all his love-related endeavors ended in him jaded & hurt, but she doesn't know that - to her, this is just a man who's deeply hurt her with a straight face that only fell and let her see his real emotions & feelings about the whole thing when the "find out" part of "fuck around and find out" came to slap him in the face, shaped like a tree-charmed bracelet. He lied to her face, saying to her such wonderfully nice and beautiful and forgivable quotes like: "... you are in way over your head. What you wanna tell me amounts ta bunk 'cause the truth is you don't. Cussin'. Know me.", or "Because you’re a pretty little princess. You have no idea what the real world is like. Hell, half the time you’re out there causin’ the rest of us more work gettin’ these cussin’ parts. Coulda spared us the hell of Nightmare Night if you’d just kept your damn hands to yourself. Couldn’t keep outta the way even when it should have been easy. Not since the moment I met ya. Not even one damn time. Ya think I could ever like someone like you? You’ve been a thorn in my side ever since that first starfallen night I stuck ya in a tree."

He demeaned her, humiliated her by leaving her waiting at the gala to get a taxi of her own when he'd gone there with her (I'm sure no fucking blood-in-the-water-sniffing newsie noticed that and talked about it on a tacky tabloid, huh), insulted her for literally no reason as he rejected her, played with and preyed upon her insecurities of feeling like she's in the way of the quest (and of everyone in her life tbh) to emotionally hurt her - all for what? To send the message across that he didn't wanna date her? He could've just said "not right now, we're busy with the quest" and I'm sure she would've understood! And that's also a lie! All she wanted was an answer: did he or did he not like her back. A yes or no question, a simple thing to respond to. And instead of answering like a normal fucking person, Cuphead dropped a nuke on her: "... And that’s if you really thought we were friends ta begin with. So I think it’s best for you to go."

She asked if there was reciprocity in her feelings. He told her that they weren't even friends to begin with. And sure, Cuphead is the least normal man ever - the least socially adept, the worst at romance we've ever seen (bar Bendy maybe), I'm not necessarily expecting him to be a Don Juan, to be the perfect man who's perfect at relationships and can do no wrong, but there's a limit; and when his interactions with Holly go from 0 to 100 - from good, supportive friend who's developing feelings to immediate self-hating nuking of a friendship - I'm sorry, but that's crossing the fucking line. He's fucked up, he knows he's fucked up and in an ideal world he'd throw himself at his knees and beg for forgiveness, making it up to Holly every day. And in that same perfect world she'd forgive him, because he's not perfect, he's gone through deep, deep shit, shit neither you nor I could fully comprehend, things that funamentally break and change a man, especially one as young as Cup (can y'all really believe he's barely in his early 20s?? Crazy shit, that is.) I'm not saying he's completely reprehensible, that there's absolutely no redeeming quality about him - he's loyal to a fault, he'd go to bat for you the moment you asked, he'd help you with anything and everything you ask for. He's only mortal, after all - he's not perfect, that's what being alive fundamentally is: imperfect, rough edges and some of which are sanded down, some of which will never be. Growing beyond what you once were, and Cup is doing that - slowly, but getting there. Yet we're the readers. We know this. Holly doesn't.

In any critique towards any two characters in a relationship, especially if we're discussing how they treat each other and how they react to each other's presence and actions, one must consider things from their point of view and whatever information they got access to - it's only in chapter 341 that Holly realizes that the more she waits, the less ready she'll be to talk to Cup. It's only now that she's processed her emotions, feelings and the situation enough that she can notice that Oh shit yea, maybe she should talk to his dumb ass. She wasn't ready for that conversation with Cuphead before, and maybe she's not ready yet - has that stopped her at any other point, though? She jumped in basically head first to study on Toon Town, even when her mother wasn't completely sold on the idea. She joined the Questers on a whim, believing she had to see things first hand before she could go ahead and judge them (unlike the news at the time). She's battled creatures ten times her size and strength with her wits and runes, barely any training, and lived to tell the tale. God-fucking-damnit, she started confessing before she could question herself any further! She's strong, resilient and determined - yet she doesn't read minds! Cup's never talked about his struggles on any area of his life, let alone his love-life, how is she supposed to know she should give him a second chance right off the bat bc he's just inexperienced?! Do you think she knows what she's doing? NO! Of course not! I don't think she's had any significant romantic relationships over the course of her life - she was basically babied as she lived in her hometown, being a human in a zany residence! Everyone was afraid of hurting her beyond repair - d'you think she knows what she's doing? That she's got any experience to draw from? That romance books would tell her what to do?? NO! Of course they wouldn't! They're fiction! She's in her early twenties, just like Cup. She's inexperienced when it comes to romance, just like Cup (debatable on his side, but I won't go there) - why are we letting him off the hook, but we're dogpiling on her?

She's barely keeping it together as is - she got called naive, dumb, a thorn in Cup's (her crush!) side, she got called a little girl in one of the worst ways a woman can be called that: demeaningly, with full intent to insult, because women's value is typically regarded in how young they look, in how pretty they are (both things depicted in the mind when we call women "girls") yet is twisted when right after Cup says that he "like(s) a woman that knows what reality looks like."

Uh oh, he talked about knowing reality - they just got out of the fucking Labyrinth! Low blow Cup, low blow. Even for you.

And what has she done? Putting distance between them because she's been emotionally beat down mercilessly just a month (maybe) ago? Desperately try and piece herself back together after being so thoroughly dissected apart by cold, calloused words that weren't even true? Be a tiny bit of a dickhead to the man who brought a metaphorical loaded gun to a conversation? Not let the person who's hurt her the most up until today (bar her mom) have any more opportunities to damage her? Would you have done it any differently? 'Cuz I would've - I would've done it worse. Holly has handled herself with a surprising amount of grace considering what Cup did - I would've been depressed all fucking day in my room had that happened to me. I would've starved not feeling the need to get up from the bed, I would've let it fucking show how much it actually hurt what he said. She didn't. She gave herself the time to process and understand the situation and grieve their friendship - because in her eyes, that shit's well and truly dead, buried in the backyard of her memory. Her talent is memory y'all - that conversation is recorded into her psyche for the rest of her life most likely. She probably has to do a conscious effort to repress such an awful night. She went there expecting it to be a wonderful night - she'd rectified her lie, explained why and asked Cup herself if she could accompany him to the gala as his plus one - only to come out of there with emotional scars that won't heal just bc he says sorry, or explains the situation. That conversation will open the wounds that have tentatively - tentatively - started to heal, he's gonna have to rip them bloody and gory open again for his own healing to happen, and she's willing to let it. Because it's for her own healing too. What he did is unforgivable, unhorthy of hearing him out - yet the ending of 341 whispers implications of a conversation happening between them at Holly's decree. Can we, instead of raging about Holly being rude to him one fucking time, direct our anger and sorrow and grievances towards Cuphead? He's our favorite character, sure, the he can do no wrong and if he does I still love him one, but he's still flawed. I don't know about y'all, but my favorite thing about my blorbos is when they're broken and imperfect, when I can criticize them and see them build themselves back up - bc wholly morally good or wholly morally bad characters are just boring, and sometimes you want someone you can love and yet hate. Can we, instead of fixating on the one instance of Holly being unable to handle what's been thrown at her, and throw it back at her face, commend and celebrate every instance she's been able to keep it together? Can we talk about and appreciate how calm and collected she's been over all of this? How nice she's been playing it? Can we cherish and revel in how she hasn't broken his nose and gone for the throat even though I find it a worthy escalation to make?? Can we not demean the one female lead who's been given this much screentime within a high-stakes, emotionally-charged conflict like this one, and has managed to keep it together??

[liamobrienlove]

My MCM Comic Con Experience

Oh y'all, i have been wanting to talk about this to anyone who will listen haha Sorry this post is a bit late but it's been busy at work since i got home.

Where do i even begin? I met Liam! Still seems surreal even though i have photo evidence haha Let's just start with meeting him!

First up on the Saturday morning was meeting up with the amazing @formulares - who is amazinnnng btwwwww! had so much fun! 10/10 would recommend being friends with him lmao

Next it was time to get in and get in line for the Liam autograph! CR had their own section for autos which was great because the queues were SO LONG. Luckily, we were like 5th in line! When they all came out, the whole room erupted and the cast looked utterly amazed and completely taken a back with the turnout. Here starts the whole Liam experience haha I made Ares go first because i just couldn't and to watch is conversation with Liam was special. Liam is a special guy, i'll say that.

When i got to him, i was so nervous and he just made me feel like we were old friends. I gave him some letters i had to give and then the dice i'd brought him and he was so happy and rolled them! got a Nat 1 on his first roll but rerolled because halfling luck hehe and got a much better number! i then was able to tell him how much his characters and he have helped me through a lot in recent years and he was so grateful and wrote a lovely message on my print i was getting signed (which i'm not going to share yet as i will most likely be getting it as a tattoo) and then that was the end of the auto portion! when i went in for my photo with him, he remembered me! ahhhh and then we had the cutest picture and he gave me a bug cuddle as i was leaving. Liam is an amazing human, so kind, sweet and humble. I'm hoping i get to meet him again in the near future because truly, one of the best moments i've ever had.

Then i had photos with Travis (who was making sure to ask everyone their names and shake their hand before the photo) and was thanking everyone as well once they were done. it was so sweet!

I did have a Sam photo op but because i was anxious about not making it to my Taliesin one (sam's was the same time as Travis), i gave my photo ticket to Ares who had a great picture with Sam (who is really tall!). Next it was time to have my photo with Taliesin who is just a super sweet man and was wonderful! i love my photo with Taliesin so much! he was so excited to meet everyone!

Now, onto meeting Matt! Bear in mind i queued for three and a half hours to meet him. One thing i will say is MCM need to work on their queuing system because the line for matt was 4 people wide and just didn't seem to go down! By the time i got to the front i was emotional and overwhelmed and i think Matt could see that right off the bat. He shook my hand and asked my name and then we jumped into what was a very amazing and sweet conversation, where when i started to get emotional, Matt took hold of my hands (he's an utter sweetheart) and when i told him how much this show, this world had changed my life, he was just so receptive and so humble about it all and just amazing. Then he got up to give me a hug and it was so sweet of him - that man just adores every single person/fan. He spent time talking to every single person and stayed late to make sure everyone got to meet him.

i cannot begin to put into words how amazing they all were. From seeing Travis, Laura, Ashley, Marisha, Sam and Tal interact with everyone when standing in line, to how they were in photo ops - this cast are genuine and amazing. I count myself lucky to have been able to see them in person and cannot wait until i'm able to again in the future. I just adore them and it's an experience i will never, ever forget.

[starlightshore]

Gotta say, I love how you made so many posts criticizing people who see Chara as an abuser, yet in your own AU you depict them as a cruel, vindictive bully who tries to turn Asriel's family against her, drives her to suicide, then guilt-trips her into getting back together with them. Yet Asriel is somehow the real abuser because she's mad at them for ruining her life. I am by no means a Chara hater, but that seems a little inconsistent.

// CW: discussions of suicide, long post

wow, what an incredibly uncharitable reading of my work! thank you so much!

okay, jokey-positive aside. i shouldn't respond to bad-faith criticism like this because it's not worth my time as it's unlikely you'll actually hear me out in response. I've been online long enough to know you don't feed the trolls.

but, I'm an optimist at heart and I'll give you the benefit of the doubt that you're actually upset with me and do want to have a civil conversation and are not just here to spew hate and drag me down.

Ask Fallen Royalty, the tumblr version wasn't handled the best as it was my first attempt at really trying to write this subject matter and I felt I didn't tackle it as well as I could have. that's something I plan on fixing with the rewrite.

that said, I have never called either of the siblings abusers.

they're flawed, mentally unwell and traumatized young adults/teens who are in no way equipped to handle the situation they were put in.

they both did awful things. Asriel packaged their trauma in a sanitized way for profit and sympathy points believing it'd benefit Monsterkind. they did so without asking Chara for permission. Then later, at Christmas, Asriel abandoned their family to go solo ruling. That's shitty! That's objectively really shitty but it's a very understandable reaction.

Asriel is taught that money is what moves the world and they believe they're soulless and a faker. That if anyone were to know their secret they'd hate them. so prevent that hurt, they cut everyone else out.

That's completely why Chara goes from "oh man I miss Asriel I wish I was good enough to have them beside me again ):" to 180 "Actually screw them for leaving me i hate them for this. i don't deserve to wallow in pain waiting for someone who can't even bother to text me back" them cutting of asriel is an understandable reaction for anyone, let alone a teenager! could they have been more gentle? yeah. could they have tried to fix things? yeah! but they're not a villain for not having the emotional maturity or foresight to handle a complex situation like that. they're like, literally 15/16 at this point of the story

chara also wasn't trying to drive people away from asriel? i really don't know what you're referring to with this aside from Chara deciding to tell the (at the time they believed) truth that Asriel is Flowey. At that point, Chara literally thought Asriel was replaced by Flowey. That they were two different people. That's not to isolate them- its to be honest with the family with this huge news. Toriel is shown not to care that her children are flowers, it would have never mattered to her as we see immediately that Chara is a flower and Toriel doesn't care.

chara also didn't drive Asriel to suicide. that's a blatant misread of the text. It's not that Asriel decided to die right after Chara decided to cut them off. and it's NOT like chara handed them a loaded gun or told them to do anything. all they did was say "don't lie to our family and don't talk to me, i don't want to be friends with you."

Asriel didn't decide to die until they felt their weak support system was breaking down. Yun wanted to be with Mew Mew, the Band broke up (Shyren, Napstablook and most recently Mew Mew quit), they made a big stupid movie that they hate (the epitome of their fake narrative on the silver screen), and because they ditched the premiere to check on chara (who was missing) their agents are pissed off.

Mew Mew then talks about how troubled Flowey/Asriel is and how being a secret flower hurt their social life. (The relationship with Flora being a strong example) like, Flowey always sabotages or loses those they care about because everyone else has their own life and they don't open themselves to create connections that last because they're running away. it's the culmination of everything going wrong that drives them to that point.

plus, it's hammered home later in Flowey's introspection that they feel horribly guilty for their actions as Flowey. parading as their perfect King when they secretly killed a majority of mosnterkind and did who knows what else is like. majorly fucked up.

i'm unsure if you forgot or chose to ignore the larger narrative or what's happened, but these things are in the story. they're both messed up individuals who have a hard time communicating their feelings -Chara literally brings up having emotional dysregulation disorder and CPTSD in the epilogue. Asriel's imposter syndrome and-gestures to Flowey) is also a clear indication that they've got some fundamental mental health issues that prevent them from understanding themselves and others.

it's a story about broken people who lash out against each other but ultimately come together in love.

they care so so deeply for each other! they're family. messing up (especially as children, teenagers etc) doesn't mean you shouldn't be written off as disposable. you're ALL capable of fucking up severely but you have the chance to grow and better yourself. you owe it to those who are willing to give that chance to do better. that's what the story has always been about.

I will admit that I plan on working on the pacing and giving chara more sweet moments so it doesn't come across as harsh -I don't want either sibling to be seen as a "villain" or """""abusive"""" as you call them. Except, yeah, Asriel is meant to be seen as an antagonist for a brief while, but that's set up Chara to come to that realization just the same as the audience should.

i hope this helped you understand what i was going for. if you wanna talk further I don't mind, but please talk to me as a real person. we're on the same page that abuse is bad. that people shouldn't treat each other so horribly. i don't excuse either of the character's interactions but i want to show empathy and understanding and that they can grow past that. i sincerely hope we can come to a shared perspective. if you wanna, i'd love to talk about i can make this message more clear, i'd love some proper criticism! i hope you have a lovely day and that you please be more considerate to how you to talk to others as I could have very easily read this anon hate/trolling.

[thenightfolknetwork]

I have been debating if this is the place to ask for advice, but I need help with a problem.

For context, I’m a recent graduate from uni and gotten a decent paying job and currently renting a flat with a roommate. I still keep in regular contact with my parents and make a point to go to them or they visit for Fridays supper. My issue is my dad scaring off partners I have.

For context, me and my mum are Homo sapiens (which did make me wonder if I should message here) but my dad is a giant.

Now, I never had an issue with it and I’m fairly open about that with friends and some co-workers when they see the photo I have at home, though most ask if he still has the “I’m the dad that stepped up shirt” (he does) more than him being a giant.

The issue is recently whenever I invite a partner over to meet my parents, my dad always scares them off with things like casually showing his sharp teeth or how ‘fragile’ said partner is to him.

Now I know my dad isn’t a violent man, but that’s little comfort to my partners.

Everytime me or my mum tell him to stop, he just says “I just want the best for my little girl” and “if they ran off, they weren’t right in the first place”. Which only makes me think he still sees me as a child, not helped at times when he picks me up like when I was in primary.

It’s frustrating as it does feel like I’m trying to argue with a brick wall. Is there any advice to help out?

I'm very glad you decided to write in, listener. The advice given on this blog, and indeed on our radio programme, is intended for anyone struggling with issues related to the liminal world.

Not only does that not preclude sapios like yourself from writing in, but in fact, intergenus relationships and how we interact with others unlike ourselves are among the most common sort of question we receive.

So, to your question. I think you're right that your dad's behaviour is more in line with an outdated view of you as “his little girl”. Many parents find it difficult to navigate the transition from taking care of their children as children, and taking care of them as autonomous adults.

The issue isn't that he wants to help keep you safe. It's that his specific behaviour in this case is inappropriate.

There are three points at which you can address this behaviour: before, during, and after. When you are planning to bring a new partner home, find some time to speak to your dad one-on-one and tell him about your concerns.

Avoid making accusations here. Tell him that you're excited to bring your new partner to meet your family, but you're concerned that they might not be made to feel welcome. Let him know that you understand that he loves you and wants the best for you, but that his behaviour is actively upsetting you.

You can also discuss with your partner and your mother about how you are all going to react if your dad does indulge in this bad behaviour during the meal itself.

During the dinner itself is no time to launch into an in-depth, emotional conversation. Your dad will be in no mood to listen, and there's a risk he'll feel pushed into a corner and react poorly.

Instead, you, your mother and your partner should react to his behaviour as you would to anyone being unnecessarily rude in public. Stay calm, and give him a moment to correct himself – preferably a good, chilly moment. If he doesn't take the opportunity to smooth this over, ask him outright, “Do you know how that comes across?”

With any luck, he'll catch on and apologise. If he doesn't gloss over the moment with all the awkwardness you can muster. If he tries to defend himself, change the subject. Don't worry about making him feel uncomfortable – discomfort can be extremely educational.

After the meal, leave it a little while before bringing it up. I'm not advocating you give your dad the cold shoulder. If you would usually communicate in this time period, by all means, do so. But don't launch into the conversation all at once.

When you do bring it up, again, you want to remain calm and communicate clearly. You know your dad loves you, and wants the best for you. You want him to be part of your life and that means spending time with your partners. But his behaviour is making that difficult. Hopefully, this will be enough to convince your dad that he would do a better job of looking after you if he stopped throwing his weight around.

At the end of the day, though, you can only control your own choices, not his. If he insists on carrying on in this way, take steps to limit the possible damage he can do. Instead of introducing him to your partners early on in the relationship, wait a while. Concentrate on getting to know your new partner, and strengthening your bond with one another.

Then, when the time comes to introduce them to your family, you can rest easy in the knowledge that your dad can show his teeth and flex his muscles all he wants. The only thing he's going to achieve is making himself look ridiculous.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

[daddysfangirls-marvel]

Goth Boss (8)

Warning: Bit of Angst, Fluff

summary: Tony stark x daughter goth reader. The avengers find out that Tony has a secret teenage daughter and make tony ask her to visit. But when they meet her the avengers find out why she was kept secret. ( could Bucky and Steve he terrified of how y/n looks since they are from a different time and seeing a goth girl for the first time scares them) (tony has a strained relationship with y/n as she grew up without him and he kept her secret)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Tony sighed as he basically melted into the couch, letting all the tension leave his body. She sat in her chair across from him watching him as he went through all his emotions and sunk further into his skin.

"What happened?"

"Why do you think something happened?"

"Because you called me for an emergency session at 9 a.m., and you look like you haven't slept. So tell me, what happened?" She said, clicking her pen.

"My daughter tried to commit suicide"

She couldn't help but flinch." Is she alright? Is she in the hospital?" she waited with bated breath for his answers.

"When she turned 14, she tried to hang herself, and on her 15 birthday, she overdosed, and at 16, she slit her wrist... Every year on her birthday, she tries to kill herself." As much as the scratching of her pen on her pad annoyed him, he ignored it. "I... Thought she would do it again this year. I was scared. So I went over there and I stayed outside just in case... This morning I watched her skip to school with her boyfriend."

Ms. Allen did all she could to not rub her hand over her face or sigh. This man was dumping a lot on her fortunately she was trained for this shit. So she put on her best face and got to work.

"You didn't know about any of this until recently, did you?"

"No"

"I'm about to ask that question you don't like"

"I know"

"How does all this make you feel?"

He groaned.

-

-

"We should do something," Peter said as he sat down joining the group with his lunch.

"Like what? And for what?" MJ asked looking at him suspiciously as she at her carrots.

"I don't know. Because (Y/n)'s 17, and we should celebrate that in some way." Now, everyone at the table was side-eyeing him. " Not a party, of course, but something. A dinner, a trip somewhere fun, anything you want to do. To celebrate you and have fun. I want to do something for you."

"Do we have to?" She groaned

"We should"

"Why do I feel like I don't actually get a say in if this happens or not?""

"You don't," MJ stated, already knowing Peter's intent.

"I just want you to have good memories about your 17th. Can we please make some?"

(Y/n) sighed she had given in to Peter long before he pleased. While she didn't want to parade herself, she did want to spend some time with her Boyfriend and their friends. She did wish to make some good memories. At least one good memory surrounds this time.

And if it was with Peter, the better.

"What should we do then? And not a party"

"You don't have enough friends for a party," MJ burnt her without looking up from her lunch.

"I need new friends"

"As long as you're dating him, you're stuck with us."

"Damn, " (Y/n) said, " It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make"

"WHAT?!"

-

"What's got your interest?" Lilly asked as she watched May text away. They were sitting in a cafe. Lilly had taken the day off for ... reasons(although they survived the night, she was still worried), and May had joined her. They were running errands and taking care of themselves.

"Peter wants to do something for (y/n) but doesn't know what"

"Like a date?" Now Lilly was interested. What mother didn't meddle in their child's love life.

"No, he wants to do something for her ...day. But doesn't know what. He's asking for ideas"

"When she was younger she used to dance, she loved it... How about he takes her to a ballet show? I can get tickets and then afterward we can all go to dinner."

"Really, are you sure?"

Any other time, she'd say no. It was far too expensive and luxurious for her family but ... (Y/n) deserved luxury even if it was just this once. She deserved it. All of it.

"Of course"

"Ballet tickets and dinner. Sounds a bit expensive"

One thing Stark was good for was money. Despite not being around, that man never missed a payment and often gave extra, and that was saying something as Lilly never asked for payment, and they never went to court. Hell, Tony's name wasn't even on the birth certificate.

Lilly never used the money he set to them; she was tempted at moments, but she never actually used it. In saying that, she had more than enough money sitting in the back of her closet for this. And maybe some new dresses too.

It was time she put his money to use.

"She deserves it."

[weregreatatcrime]

I literally JUST posted the most recent add-on to forest Noctis au but the NEXT bit was already briefly in progress until I realized I didn't like this angle. But I liked the blurb and didn't wanna delete it. So here's 500 words of some good re-introductions after six years of Noctis missing WHOO

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“Stand by my son, please. I do not know everything he has been through. And there is much he has yet to tell anyone. He lacks trust in the Crown. In… me. I cannot blame him. I only ask that you prove yourselves to be worthy of his trust, for he gives it sparingly. I cannot convince him to return to the city. I do not know exactly his goals or his ideals. But I do know from our letters that he cares for Lucis and its people. I do not wish him harmed, or alone. Be by his side. Walk tall.”

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Ignis drove the car, Gladiolus in the back. Cor sat in the passenger seat. The atmosphere was tense.

Wiz Chocobo Post was not exactly where Ignis expected to find Noctis after not seeing him for six years. But when they pulled up there he was. Standing stiffly near a picnic table with his hands hovering awkwardly at his sides like Ignis remembered he did when he didn't know what to do with them.

Gladiolus charged out of the car before it was even in park. Cor sighed heavily.

“I told him not to rush him.”

“I said so as well.” Ignis gritted out, stepping out as quickly as he could.

Gladio stopped in front of Noctis, the two of them staring at each other for a few seconds before Gladio swept the smaller man up in a bear hug.

“You ever leave me behind like that again, I will kick your ass.” Gladio threatened, voice thick.

“You can try.” Noctis didn't hug him back. But he did bury his face in Gladio's chest.

After a minute he was released and he turned to Ignis before looking down, refusing to meet his eyes.

“...your Highness.” Ignis breathed. He'd already had plenty of emotional moments back at the Citadel when he was told about Cor locating Noctis. He didn't need to be crying now.

“Don't- don't call me that.” Noctis crossed his arms, ducking his face behind the rat's nest of his hair. “I'm trying to keep a low profile?”

“Noct, then.” Ignis approached and, unsure of himself, opened his arms. Noctis leaned towards him enough that Ignis felt comfortable hugging him close. Gentler than Gladiolus did, just tight enough to convince himself that Noctis was there.

“Noct'll work.” Noctis mumbled shyly. “But everyone knows me as Megumi. So. There's that.”

“Oh. You guys are here already..? Ah. Uh- well, hi?”

Ignis released Noctis to turn and see a young blond man with a nervous smile and cheeks full of freckles.

“This is Prompto, my best friend.” Noctis threw an arm around his shoulders and leaned against him. “My boyfriend.”

Prompto turned a little red. “Hi?” He squeaked. “Gumi’s great.”

Gladiolus crossed his arms while he sized up the much smaller blond. Prompto eyed his biceps anxiously.

“Ignis Scientia.” Ignis stepped forward and held his hand out before the poor boy could be intimidated too much. “It's nice to meet you.”

“Um- Prompto Argentum?” Prompto shook his hand quickly and then let go. His left arm, in a sling, appeared to be shaking somewhat.

[wen-kexing-apologist]

✨2023: A Summary✨

Post your most popular and/or favourite edit/gifset/analysis for each month (it’s okay to skip months!)

tagged by @dribs-and-drabbles, thank you! this was a fun review and I was interested to see how many times my favorite post and the most popular post coincided (or didn't)

January

I wasn’t writing meta

February

Most popular: Heart’s Confrontation- the scene breakdown that started it all!

Favorite(s): Heart’s Confrontation, Moonlight Chicken Sign Language Index- I really had a lot of fun figuring out the similarities and differences in American Sign Language and Modern Thai Sign Language!

March

Most popular: Best Criers in Moonlight Chicken- it's funny, short, and sweet

Favorite(s): Moonlight Chicken is for the Queers, Isn’t it Difficult to be Born Poor?- I loved writing these so much!

April

Most popular: A plea for Akk to have unrestrained summer fun

Favorite(s): Bed Friend and Reflections Part 3; Songkran, Water, and KingUea- Not to sound egotistical or anything, but I was really proud of myself for the conclusions I came up with in both of these pieces

May

Most popular: Silence- I think this was one of the only things I wrote in May

Favorite(s): Silence- THE ACTING IS JUST SO GOOD OKAY?

June

Most popular: By/For/About Queers Part 1 and Part 2- these only have the most notes because this was originally a post from @absolutebl that I added thoughts to, so most of those notes are from them

Favorite(s): Phupa and internalized homophobia Part 1 and Part 2- it was really fun getting to unpack my past assumptions about Phupa and work through those until I came out the other side with a new blorbo.

July

Most popular:  Lack of Touch in BMF

Favorite(s): Rain, BL Boys, and Reciprocity; Trans Allegory in Cupid’s Last Wish; Body Language in La Pluie, Episode 12- I especially liked Rain and Reciprocity because I think it has really shaped how I watch shows since then because I want to see if my theory holds.

August

Most popular: Only Friends, Boston, and Queer Culture

Favorite(s): Only Friends, Boston, and Queer Culture, Pause for Reflection, Part 1: Respectable Promiscuity and Only Friends- listen, I was going to write boring, academic, cited work about sex/porn as a joke, okay? I didn't expect people to actually engage with them as excitedly as they did!

September

Most popular: A Must Read- I give all credit for the success of this post to the Teen Vogue author who wrote the article and to @waitmyturtles who sent this link to me

Favorite(s): Pause for Reflection, Part 2: Only Friends, Racism, and the Commodification of Queer Asians; Poor Boy; Who is Mew Anyway?- Honestly, I had a wonderful time writing all the essays for Only Friends

October

Most popular: Best Scene in Only Friends and Why it was Sand and Nick Kissing

Favorite(s): Let’s Talk About Sex!, Why I Like BL, Physicality of Characters- the sex essay for my 69th essay was fun, and hilariously appropriate because I had recently answered the physicality question and could use it as an example

November

Most popular: Physical Touch and Hands in Last Twilight- It made me feel so warm and fuzzy that people would notice I wasn't posting about this show and want to hear from me <3

Favorite(s): IS BROTHER ANURAK THE ONE ARMED MAN?- I will never reach a higher high than when my obsession with hands finally paid off and I figured this shit out a month in advance of Part 2, I'm a motherfucking genius

December 

Most popular: Hands Touching Hands- I love throwing in complete key smash type of analysis from time to time as a treat cause I keep forcing people to read literal long-form essays all the fucking time (sorry, not sorry)

Favorite(s): Top 5 Favorite Food Moments, Best of QL 2023: Favorite Lines, Best of QL pre-2023: Favorite Lines- I love when I can cause people emotional pain, and all of these not only stabbed me in the heart but took a couple of people down with me as far as I can tell from the tags.

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It's wild to have done this, because I haven't really been keeping an eye on my stats until now. I've made almost 400 original posts this year, and increased my notes by 25,000 annually looking at 2023 compared to 2022. I have been a lonely little tumblr goblin since 2012. I came on here to read other people's smart thoughts about things I was watching and to reblog gifs, and I never really thought building community here was possible, but here I am 11 months after making my first BL analysis post with a bunch of friends I didn't know a year ago, and about 20 more lenses through which I watch my silly little gay shows.

tagging: @bengiyo, @ranchthoughts, and @rocketturtle4

[wcrldcfvtlvs]

Life and Blog Updates

Hey guys, just wanted to fill you in on what's been going on with me and tell you guys updates for my blog and characters. I'll talk about the blog/characters first and then move onto my life which is going to be under read more so if you don't wanna read it you don't have to but I like to give context so you guys can understand why activity is so minimal over here.

The Blog/Characters:

I'm changing how I write Rosalie when she's older. She's going to still be nice and approachable on the platonic side of things; however, in terms of romance, she's going to be heavily guarded and very cautious with who she gives her heart to. Meaning: plotting romantic connections is a must.

I recently just changed her lore with my NPC Nathaniel Lee where she was basically used for s*x and was only viewed as an excellent intimate partner. This affected her mentally heavily and caused her to run away from her home to really change and reflect on how she is as a person. Having questions like: Why am I not good enough, Why can't I find a partner will love me for me and not just my body. And that's just putting it simply. I'd really like to explore this side of her, in both platonic and romantic ways. Someone who can help her gain a backbone, some self confidence and even a form of independence.

As for other characters, they'll be the same, but I really wanted to push out information for Rosalie because she's my first OC that I really developed and put all my heart and soul into and I wanted her to be appreciated as such.

My Personal Life:

The emotional fucking roller coaster I have been on this fucking month is unbelievable and I will tell you right now, IF I GO THROUGH ANYMORE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, I'M GOING TO BECOME A VILLIAN AND MAKE IT EVERYONE'S PROBLEM. HELL WILL RISE, THE SKYS WILL RAIN BLOOD AND THE SEAS WILL OVER TAKE THE LAND. I'M SO FUCKING SICK OF EMOTIONAL DISTRESS.

Anywaaayy, now that's over. Let's get into what the FUCK I've been dealing with, grab your popcorn, drinks, snacks and silence your cell phones because MAN OH MAN, DO I HAVE LORE.

I recently had to have a very heavy conversation with one of my irl best friends. He hurt me more than any person has. I had to address some things and explain boundaries. I'm waiting for him to talk to me about it. It's been radio silent from him, and I'm very worried that I might lose a friend I've had for over 7+ years, coming up on 10 years. This friend has seen me at my best, lowest, and everything. I want to fix things between us and grow as adults. BUT I CAN'T DO THAT IF HE WON'T TALK TO ME!!! I'm a Taurus; I'm impatient as fuck. I can wait for him, but at the same time, MOTHERFUCKER TALK TO ME.

Moving on.

My boyfriend and I have decided to have a long-distance relationship. Now for those who know me on a personal level, they know the lore about my ex Angel and I. For those who are new? Lemme break it down for ya. I had a relationship with a guy in the Army who won me over, knew everything that happened to me in past relationships and the bitch still decided to break me to the point of me wanting to go back to the lobby.

With my current boyfriend, he has given me so much respect, loyalty, and love that I wanted for years. However, he's joining the US Navy. I'm so proud of him for doing that, bettering his life, and becoming a better man and person. But the same time I'm anxious as fuck because I did long distance with Angel and he did not respect me at all. He ( Angel ), serial cheated on me, manipulated me, gaslit me and was very abusive.

Now, I didn't know Angel before the Army but I know my boyfriend before the Navy and I know people change. Hell I'm a living example of it. My best friends know it, my parents know it, and my extended family knows it. I don't fuck around when it comes to my feelings. To quote Sir J. Cole the third:

" Fool me one time shame on you, Fool me twice, can't put the blame on you Fool me three times, fuck the peace signs, Load the chopper, let it rain on you "

I swear to god y'all. I'm putting a lot of trust into this man. I love him so much, I respect him, BUT ON ME?????? I CAN NOT TAKE ANOTHER HEARTBREAK BEFORE I LITERALLY GET VIOLENT. ( disclaimer: I will not get violent, I will just be utterly destroyed and I'll probably become an old lady who lives with a bunch of dogs and reads romance novels to fill a void ).

Anyway, we had a very long conversation, and I decided to commit to a very long distance relationship and have the end goal be that we get married. I'm not actually worried about him, I'm more worried about people who won't respect our relationship and will try to come between us. I trust him, I don't trust other women and men who are in the military. I've lived that life, I know how disrespectfully can be. Hell my own mentor walked a very dangerous line when we were stationed in Korea and now he's no longer married. His wife doesn't live with him, they don't talk and it was all because of his actions in another continent/country. SO yeah, I'M VERY WORRIED.

But yeah, that's where my mind has been, that's what has been going on. And it felt only right to share because I like to give context and assurance that I'm not in the void and going ghost. On the upside :') I'm starting school next week, so activity will be slower because I really wanna focus on classes and raise up my GPA so I can take remote classes and hopefully start working again so I won't be broke city.