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sonsband · 2 years ago

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Hi!! It's your Atiny Secret Santa <3

I just realized I never asked your name!! (or alias, of course you don't have to share your actual name haha) I was almost calling you Alexander cause of your url hahaha

"talented but also a little cringe" is such a mood hahaha I listen to a lot of artists, but the ones I end up stanning and keeping up with are 100% because of their personality. I watch the non music related content and then fall for them The whole "I cannot engli-shi" bit in Treasure Film is how I fell for Mingi, no lie hahahaha

Little cousin's age huh... so you are on the older side; I just turned 27, they are my little sister's age, but at this point I don't feel the age difference that much (she's literally my best friend 🫶)

Watching Kingdom without being a stan of any of the groups yet was such a great experience! I didn't have any sort of stress over who won this or that, nor was I aware of the stress behind cameras; I was just blissfully enjoying amazing stages and the interactions between different groups (I LOVE whenever we get some of those!!). I rewatch it from time to time, if you still have your reviews I would love to check some of your favorites hahaha

Are you the theater designer or semi-serous singer? And acting too?? You are honestly so cool hahaha And I absolutely agree... Honjoong is AMAZING, he has such a control of his facial expressions... but I feel like he will never admit even to himself how good he is

and yikes, I hope the atinyblr of now is treating you well... I had a great time since joining, but since I interact more with the gif makers than the writers side maybe that's why

THE ICONIC WOOSAN SNUGGLE!! I'm that person that looks for what's happening beyond the person in focus to get glimpses of their "real self" you know? And that was some quality shit!!! You will never convince me the relationships between the teezers are faked for the cameras... those boys are family and they love each other

Since you are not as engrossed in the atinyblr I don't think I'll be exposing myself: My biases are Hwa, Yunho and Mingi and Wooyoung is also there because... Is impossible not to have him there... I tried

And one thing I can think of right now is Yunho helping Mingi along, he always has an eye on his friend. Like that interview in a photoshoot where Yunho hand signaled "Wave" to Mingi and later said "he can't live without me" and I think is during the Ode To Youth photoshoot he is also shown watching Mingi be interviewed and helping along... I love their bond so much

sorry this got so long hahaha Hope you are having an amazing week <3

No worries about it being long, I’m a rambler too, haha. I appreciate the time taken out of your birthday week (month)! And I got stupid long, too...

My name’s Hanya! The URL is… an unfunny joke that literally four other people get.

I collect boy groups, it’s my right as a lesbian to have as many as I want, and all of the idols I latch onto have Annoying Step Brother Vibes and I mean that as a compliment even though my actual step brother is annoying. Or have some vague vibe of lesbianism (Wonho idk what you’re doing but keep it up).

Oh thank god, I’m 29, and I was so nervous I was going to be paired with like an 18 year old and it would be weird for everyone. And you get it, siblings are built in best friends. My cousin’s also basically my second sister at this point, she moved here for college and announced that she would be, but when she met my dad’s partner’s kids, she switched it up to I don’t speak English do not even look at me I am not YOUR sibling. So even though we’re scattered now we’re still best friends and they can’t get rid of me.

Kingdom was so fun when you ignored the drama and just watched it as ten weeks of large-scale stages. Although the true winner (Queen Kraken) was robbed when she really deserved everything. I didn’t pay attention to anything off stage, and just let my friends tell me what happened. But when it was cute? Oh I loved that. This is really the only post that’s relevant with their comeback next month. (Do they ever sleep?) I know everyone's mostly over it, but will I ever be over "Rhythm Ta" or "Back Door" or "Monster"? Probably not.

I used to sing! Then my sister’s opera singing took off and she was ~the musical one~ so I kind of stepped back, and now we just sing "Africa" in the car in harmony lmao. And honestly my acting is slow, I just finished an intensive in Meisner that was amazing, but I don’t have anything booked until spring/summer. I’m excited for that project, tho -- I won’t nerd out too much, but it’s a “horror music film” and I’m playing the final girl. Even if I wasn’t excited about the music (Phrygian skate punk!), getting to kill a monster with a skateboard in my crop top and boy shorts got me on board.

Hongjoong is amazing at it, if we spoke the same language I’d love to pick his brain for his tricks, he really embodies his characters. He insists he isn’t good but I hate him for that because the idols who actually act on stage are so few and far between, just embrace it beloved! AND he produces on top of singing, dancing, and rapping, and now I guess he’s also a photographer smh the platonic ideal of a short king.

What about you? Do you do any art? Or any other hobbies? Clearly you like music and performance if you’re on kpop tumblr haha. You said you interact with gif makers, do you make gifs?

And yes, it’s better, because now you’re here! And I try my best to not interact with rpf writers, believe me, but they interacted with me, and I pulled a “fine then I don’t want to play here!” and took my ball home and convinced my kpoppie friends to watch the Fireworks comeback with me. But now it’s infinitely better because you seem infinitely cooler, although I promise my bar is higher than “doesn’t call me slurs”.

I know idol personas are performative (“even Doyoung!”) but I don’t care, I like their idol personas and that’s all that matters as a fan. I don’t watch much extra content, but thankfully the group chat keeps me updated and sends me highlight clips, and they’re always Just So Much (complimentary). That one got me, but literally any time that Wooyoung gets to cuddle his besties… when he trended on Twitter for crashing San and Mingi’s live and being the cutest on the planet snuggled up to Mingi… there’s really no point in trying to keep him out, he WILL become a favorite, whether you want him to or not. And EXCELLENT choice on Yunho and Mingi. The boys who are a normal height over these shorties. When they get on stage and open up their chests I’m like why have you ever hidden that from us. Ngl when Yunho started singing the chorus in “Leave the Door Open” I had to stop and pause and breathe because oh my GOD why do they ever have him do anything other than that chest voice. I know it’s not ~trendy~ or whatever but I’ve had enough throat call voice, let them use that insane power. I know San does, too, and he gets v chesty, and Yeosang and Seonghwa killed in "The Ring", but those extra few inches of height… And then they’re such dorks with each other while also being so caring, “he can’t live without me”, truly a superior duo.

Okay, now I was the one to ramble. My week's going great, upped my 1RM yesterday and got my helix piercings today, and I'm going to see my dad next week. If the suppliers at work can get it together, and if I can get a straight answer on if I'm actually going on this trip next month, then it will be an excellent week. I hope your week is going amazingly and full of wonderful birthday celebrations! I want to hear all about it~

#atzss22

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starlingdrawz · 3 years ago

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Yax fan kids!

Alright here are my yax fan kids, Angel and Phil! I made them back in June and I'm happy to share them with yall ;3

These two are twins,not identical twins but twins nonetheless

How did these two come to be? Good question, Im gonna leave that to your imagination, I don't have a clue either

Angel

Her personality is more towards her dad, Yakko. She is very active and expressive, but he has the temper of her papí, Max. She will go out of her way to cause trouble simply because she wants to. Angel loves to drag her brother into all her little schemes. Unlike Phil, Angel is scared of thunderstorms, it's hard not to be after seeing your parents get strucked by lightning

Phil

Although he has Yakko as a dad, Phil is pretty quiet for the most part. He doesn't speak very often. And when he does, it will either be a stort sentence or two or a full on ramble. He's pretty laid back and will do whatever his sister tells him to do. Unlike Angel, Phil doesn't seek chaos, chaos seeks him. It may have to do something with the 'goof curse' but he doesn't mind it at all. Phil also has a strange fascination with thunderstorms. Lightning especially. This fascination caused two certain incidents to happen

Both twins have the infamous Goofy laugh but it's not as pronounced as Max's is (to his relief)

Their facial fur is darker than Yakko's but lighter than Max's

when they grow up they act more like Max

They call Yakko daddy and Max papí

I hc that Max is Latino so the twins are also Latino

thanks to being introduced at a young age, both twins become very good singers and gain a pretty good understanding of music theory

Angel's talents lean towards singing and Phil's music making

Although he looks like a dog, Phil acts more like a cat than anything

Angel acts like a dog

The two are attached to the hip, it isn't often to see one without the other

The twins eyes work similarly to the bears in we bare bears. Their eyes are beady like Yakko's for the most part, but will change to something like Max's eyes when startled or experiencing a strong emotion

They have retractable claws like Yakko, but their claws a just a bit thicker thanks to Max

Angel acts as the voice for the two. If she notices that her brother wants something, or herself, she'll speak as she pleases

Even though Angel acts as the leader, she is actually the younger twin. Phil is the oldest

Feel free to ask about the twins ;3

#animanics 2020 #animaniacs #a goofy movie #yakko warner #yakko #max goof #yakko x max #max x yakko #yax #yax au #yax fankids #next gen #crackship

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rosaliepostsstuff · 4 years ago

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Weasley support system

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Summary: Y/N takes the position of a subtitute teacher at Hogwarts; her and George’s eldest son comes out as gay Word count: 1465

warnings: pretty emotional, but I wouldn’t say sad? supportive parents and siblings

a/n: This is based on the concept from my last post. I didn’t spend too much time working on it so I hope you like it? I couldn’t decide on a title so this one might be rubbish. It was a good palate cleanser while writing the next chapter of little steps as it’s long and my mind started going in loops. Which is why if you have any request, send it my way. I know I haven’t shown much yet, but I’m open peeps

Feedback encouraged!

14th May 2020

Dear Y/N,

The reason I am writing to you is to make a request.

I have recently received news of our current Defence Against the Dark Arts professor’s plan to retire. I’m afraid this has come as a bit of a shock to me and I won’t be able to find a suitable and competent successor in time before September. I don’t suppose you would be willing to take that position long-term, however, I’d like to offer you the position of a substitute teacher for one year, time in which I’m sure to find somebody good enough.

I am giving you time to think the decision through, but I hope to see you at the start of September.

Minerva McGonagall Headmistress Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

You finished reading the letter and placed it on the table next to your coffee mug and the breakfast leftovers. George took your hand and you looked up at him, both of your facial expressions in a mix of excitement and uncertainty. “What do you think?” He asked after a bit of silence, softly caressing your hand with his thumb. “It’s an interesting opportunity..” “It is..” you trailed off “I would see the kids more” he nodded.

You got a bit happier at the thought, and your mind once more went to how soon they’d finally be back home for the summer. You got used to being apart from them, last September even your youngest left for Hogwarts, meaning you and George were left alone at home. You got used to it, but you still missed your babies, who were not babies anymore.

Your eldest, Lucas - now finishing his fifth year, was an introvert with a heart of gold. The twin girls – Ruby and Vivian – although different from each other, both took after their dad – but to your luck with less interest in mischief. The youngest – Jacob, had a natural talent for driving his sisters insane.

You knew being apart from George for months after nearly twenty years of being married would not be easy, but you decided to go through with it, hoping this interesting experience would prove worth it.

Riding on the Hogwarts Express brought a familiar sense of excitement, but you weren’t a student anymore. It was strange, passing the compartments and seeing your children and their many cousins chatting with their friends just as you have all those years ago.

As a professor, you were determined to make your students comfortable and interested in what they were learning. They often asked questions about your work and sometimes about Weasleys’ Wizards’ Wheezes (as a Mrs Weasley it was inevitable) which served as a treat.

“Luke, could you stay behind, please?” you called after your son one day, right after a N.E.W.T. level class with 6th years. He gave his friends a look and walked up to you. “Could you pass me your textbook for a second? I think there were some changes between editions and I’d like to check it with the one I have before my next group…” You said as he reluctantly took the book back out of his bag and put it in front of you.

You flipped through a few chapters and started skimming through one you needed to check. You saw some doodles around the text, along with a few signatures from the same person – Dylan. You did not give it much thought – you knew Dylan, he was Luke’s friend and visited your house a few times in their first years.

You also didn’t notice Luke’s change in expression when you reached that page. His whole body tensed up and breath hitched. He didn’t listen to you ramble about the change in the description of non-verbal spells, he wiped his sweaty palms in his trousers and studied your face, waiting for something.

“You should invite him over around Christmas, baby. It’s been a while.” You said closing both of the books. “Who?” “Dylan” “Why?” asked with a shaky voice, starting to feel slightly sick. “Well, you mention him so often. He’s still your best friend, isn’t he?” you looked up to see your son in a state you’ve never witnessed before and you didn’t understand why. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his eyes started to shine. “He’s not really my friend, mum.” you waited for him to continue, “I like him.” his voice barely audible, yet you still didn’t understand what was going on. You brought your hand up to caress his arm as his lip began to tremble, “I know, baby, it’s-“ “No, mum, you don’t get it!” He bit his lip holding back his tears. “I- I like him…”

You pulled him into a hug and cursed yourself for taking so long to catch up. You embraced the boy as tight as you could. “I’m sorry,” he said between weeps. “No, baby! You have nothing to be sorry about” You brought his face to your shoulder and caressed his head. He took his height after his dad and was already taller than you, but right now felt so small in your arms as you wanted to protect him from the world. “I’m sorry I haven’t told you sooner” “It’s my fault you didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell me.” You said, now crying with him. You stayed like that for a bit, kissing the side of his head from time to time. “I’m not sure you could’ve done any better, mum. You’re pretty great,” he laughed softly. “I try.” You chuckled. “Could you.. could you not tell dad?” he said pulling away. It slightly worried you. Was he afraid of coming out to George? You didn’t know how he’d react, but it couldn’t be bad. He loves his children, no matter what. “I- I just want to tell him properly, face to face. I’ll do it during Christmas break.” “Ok, baby,” you said, relieved, pulling him down to place one last kiss to his cheek, to which he rolled his eyes. Back to normal, that means.

It wasn’t easy hiding it from George when you saw him next weekend, but you managed. Luke soon came out to his siblings (Jacob replied with ‘so?’ and the twins claim they knew).

Before you knew it, George was picking you all up from Kings Cross and you were heading home for Christmas.

The next day, you spent the early afternoon at the Burrow to Molly’s delight. Back home, you planned to decorate the house and most importantly – the Christmas tree, after dinner which you were now preparing in the kitchen. It was open to the lounge room, where you could hear George mumble mostly to himself while reading a magazine. You had missed that.

Lucas walked down the stairs inconspicuously and walked up behind the couch. “Can I talk to you, dad?” he asked and you tried to stick to your cooking and let them have their moment, but it was hard not to listen in. “Sure, champ, what is it?” George looked up from behind the paper for just a second, and Luke sat down. “I- I gotta tell you something.”

George put the paper down, confused by the sudden seriousness. “..You’re not making me a granddad yet, are you?” he tried to lighten the mood, but when Luke only looked at his feet, George straightened up completely with raised eyebrows. “No, I’m not,” George’s face relaxed a bit, before his son continued, “that’s unlikely.” he paused for a bit and took a deep breath. “I’m gay, dad”.

There was silence for what felt like hours when in reality it lasted just a few seconds.

George’s face showed pure shock. His back fell against the couch. “Dad?..” Tears started to well up in Luke’s eyes and you wanted to run up to him when you heard the shakiness in his voice. But then George looked up at him.

The warm, reassuring smile you saw on his face reminded you again why you love that man so much. He opened his arms and your son entered his embrace. “I love you, son. And I’m proud of you.” “I love you too, dad.”

That evening, decorating the house with your family made you happier than ever before. You watched the kids bicker about the placement of the ornaments when an arm snaked around your waist. “The rascals will always find something to fight over, won’t they?” he said with a smile and kissed your cheek. You looked up and placed your hand on the side of his face and whispered “I love you” “I love you back,” he said and kissed you softly. When he pulled away, you saw that familiar smirk and he turned to the kids.

“So, any boy you’re gonna introduce to us soon?”

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley fanfiction #weasley twins #harry potter imagine #x reader

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jaehyunspeachparty · 4 years ago

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1.18

warnings: This story contains content that could be problematic for one or the other. Among other things, the story may contain content about sex, rape, late pregnancy, relationship with a large age difference, and others. Just because it's in the warnings doesn't mean these topics will appear, but they will definitely be covered in the story. The content of the story is fixed and doesn’t change. If you don't feel comfortable with these topics, then it's okay if you don't read the story. I just write down my ideas here and I just enjoy writing about life. The fact that some things in life are not rational or weird for some people is also part of it.

When Miga got home, she saw her brother arguing with you and Jaehyun. "Tell me, why are you doing something like that?" You ask your son and your face was full of tears. You didn't want anything to happen to him, you wanted to give your babies the best life. You didn't want them to have problems with the police. Sunoh just folded his arms and looked at the kitchen counter. His hands were full of wounds, his lip was cracked and his eye was blue. He looked pretty exhausted that he could hardly be recognized. Miga was shocked because she couldn't believe that this was her little brother. "Sunoh, I know you do this for a reason. You don't fight for no reason. Did you want to protect someone?" Jaehyun was the quieter one in this regard. But you couldn't let such behavior go without consequences, after all, it all happened before. But Sunoh said nothing. "As long as we don't know the reason, you won't fly to Chichi." You actually felt sorry for it because you knew that Chichi was not doing well in Japan and she felt lonely. But you didn't want your son to think that violence was a solution. "THAT'S UNFAIR!" He suddenly shouted and his face turned red. "When you tell us what happened, then you can fly." You cross your arms and try to be strong, even if it wasn't easy for you. "MUM!" He tried to plead because he knew you often give in, but this time he pushed it too far. "Sunoh, I just don't know what to do next." You sigh and notice how tears welled up inside you. And when Sunoh realized he had no other choice, he hit the table and ran up to his room. At that moment the tears came again and Jaehyun took you in his arms. "Hey Mum, Dad ..." Miga came carefully to you and she could feel the tense atmosphere. "Hey Miga", you try to smile, but it was difficult for you. "What happened?", She carefully asked her parents and Jaehyun sighed. "He hit a couple of boys from your year or tried to hit them. Geon was with him, who then hid behind a car." Jaehyun tried to stay calm, but he was also worried about his son. "I'll talk to him", Miga said and you both nodded. "That would be great," you say quietly and lean more into your husband's chest.

Miga carefully went upstairs and knocked on Sunoh's door, but there was no response. She decides to come in cautiously anyway and she saw her brother lying in bed, the headphones on and staring at the ceiling. "Hey ..." She sat down next to him and looked at him worried. He looked worse up close. A vein in his eyeball had burst and everything was red. Miga saw the wounds on the back of his hand and she couldn't believe that all of this happened. "What do you want?" He asks annoyed and sat up. It hurt her that he reacted so coldly to her, after all, they were always like best friends. She confided almost everything to Sunoh and he actually confided to her too. They were the big ones who had to take care of the little ones. They have always been a team. "What happened?", Miga asked him and Sunoh just sighed. "Nothing.." "But nothing looks different." Miga pointed to the wounds. "Why did you fight yourself? You are Geon's greatest role model, you would never do something like that in front of his eyes." As Miga said the words, Sunoh turned his head to one side. He felt so incredibly guilty that he dragged Geon into it and was almost in danger because of him. "And what do the boys from my year have to do with it?" Miga had so many questions and Sunoh would like to tell her, but he couldn't. "They are idiots..." "Yes they are ..." She then sat down next to him and they both looked down. "They speak badly and pejoratively about you ... I was so angry ..." "What did you say?", Miga then asked carefully and she was already afraid. "They talked about doing things with Soori and Byungjoon ... They talked about it how you ..." Sunoh could hardly breathe, he was so angry. And that's when Miga collapsed. Everything she put aside came up inside her. Everything that happened in the library that night went through her body again, all her fear was there again. She knew she was going to get that around. She knew she was going to be the whore in this. "Miga?" Sunoh felt his big sister start crying. He didn't quite understand that and at first didn't know what to do. But then she told the whole story. She told of the evening when she just wanted to study and Soori and Byungjoon almost managed to rape her if Jaemin wasn't there. And then she told him the whole story about Jaemin and Hyunjin. She poured out all her heart and her brother was the first to whom she confided completely. Although her aunt Mia already knew more, she didn't know anything about the near-rape. "Shit ... I ..." Sunoh had no words. There was so much information that he could barely process. "Do Mum and Dad know about the thing in the library?" He asked and Miga shook her head. "Then tell them, or at least Mum ... she will understand and take you out of school." "But she'll tell Dad and he'll kill them." "They deserve that," said Sunoh then gritting his teeth. "If you tell Dad that you hit the boys because they talked about me in a negative way, I'll tell Mum about Soori and Byungjoon. Deal?" She wasn't ready to do that, but she would do anything for Sunoh. "Deal. And thanks ..." Sunoh smiled gently, but Miga could see that every facial expression hurt him from the injuries. "I'm doing this also for Chichi. I hope that you will finally become a couple." Miga smiled and Sunoh nodded. "Yes, I hope so too..." he confessed the first time. "And you really had something with Jaemin now?" He asked and Miga sighed. "Yes ... I was with him last night. Or when I said that I was sleeping with Dae, then I was with him or with Hyunjin." "Do you guys ..." "Almost, but then he threw me out. I think that was it now ..." "And Hyunjin?", Sunoh asked. "He doesn't know, he just knows that there is another guy too." "To me, Hyunjin sounds like a really nice guy." "Yes, he's really nice, a real gentleman ..." "You have to tell him about Jaemin ...", Sunoh suddenly said and turned seriously to his sister. "What?" "Do you want anything more from Hyunjin?" "Yes..." "If this is to become anything serious, then you always have to be honest with him." Miga looked at her brother and didn't understand when he grew up. "What if he leaves me? Then I have no one ..." "Miga, you screwed up. You have to stand up for these acts. You can't start a relationship with a lie." "Okay Dad ...", Miga said annoyed, because it was hard to hear the truth. "I'm just telling the truth. If Chichi would do something like that, then I would be totally broken ..." And at that moment Miga saw what nonsense she had done. She had just let herself be guided even more by her emotions and Jaemin was just there and she felt driven towards him. Hyunjin was always there, he was by her side and she was blind. She hadn't seen him, she hadn't seen what he had done for her. He was always there for her and she was making out with someone else. "Shit Sunoh ... when did you get so wise?" She grinned and Sunoh laughed too. "I'm just the guy on the other side, I know how you feel." Sunoh grinned and Miga was so proud of her little brother. "I'll talk to him ..." Miga nodded and got serious again. "Shall we talk to Mum and Dad now?", Sunoh then asked and looked at his big sister. "Yeah..."

"I'm so worried about our children. Miga doesn't go to school, Sunoh is fighting, Geon is bullied at school ... I really don't know what to do right now." Jaehyun and you are sitting on the couch and you were lying in his arms. "Geon is being bullied?" Jaehyun asked. "Yeah, he told me the kids were mean to him and Kiwoo also told me that the kids were really mean to Geon." You stroke your hair and wonder what to do. "Apparently a lot is passing me by too." Jaehyun sighed and looked out the window. "We should take a break and concentrate on the children now and not have another child ..." You look up at your husband and his look was sad but understandable. "I know ... as much as I want a baby with you, we should sort all this out with the kids first." He stroked your hair and kissed you gently. You stay that way for a while, just feel yourselves and you were really amazed how you can still grow together more after so many years. "Mum, Dad?" You hear the voice of Sunoh and you look back in surprise. You see how Miga and Sunoh stand next to each other and look at each other uncertainly. You look at Jaehyun in amazement, who also seemed surprised. "Dad, can we talk?", Sunoh then asked and Jaehyun nodded. "Maybe somewhere else?" Sunoh was unsure, but Jaehyun nodded and stood up. "Come on, let's go to the study." The two men got up and left the room. Then Miga took a step forward and looked at you with shining eyes. "Mum, I have to tell you something." You knew right away that it didn't mean anything good. "Come sit down." You became calm and make room for her on the couch. Miga sat down next to you and you start stroking her hair. So it was so preatty and sometimes you were so proud of her for creating something breathtakingly beautiful with Jaehyun. "Mum, I want to tell you why I don't want to go to school anymore." She looked at you seriously and you were curious what came next. "Do you remember when the party was from the drama where Jaemin, Dad and I were invited?" You think about it for a moment and then nod. "Before that I was studying in the library in school. There was hardly anyone. I thought there was nobody there." Miga took a deep breath and doesn't quite know how to tell you all this. "Jaemin picked me up because Dad was already there and it wasn't a detour for him. He wrote me that he would be there soon and I was on my way." Somehow you already had a bad feeling in your stomach. "And suddenly there was Soori and he was angry because I ignored him." At that moment it felt like a stone in Miga's throat. Her tears came and her hand started to shake. "And then all of a sudden Byungjoon ... he was always nice to me, I ..." She had to stop. By now your pulse was so high and you were afraid of the next words. "Soori was mad because I didn't sleep with him and he wanted to get this now. Byungjoon was so mad and said that I never give guys like him a chance. Then they said it would be quick ... and ... and ... Soori said that he wanted to pull my panties down quickly while Byungjoon held me ... " It was all so real for Miga. She still knew everything so well and she got flashbacks during the night too. You take her in your arms as if she were still your little baby and stroke her back. "They wanted to... I thought they ..." she sobbed into your shoulder and you couldn't suppress your tears either. "But then Jaemin was there and they ran away." You were relieved that it didn't come to any more. You had doubts about Jaemin, but now you were infinitely glad that he was there on time. "But now they say at school that I wanted that. Soori and Byungjoon tell everyone that I had a threesome with them. But Mum ... I've never slept with a boy ..." She continued sobbing into yours Shoulder and you hold her tight to you. "Could it be that Sunoh heard that?" You ask her cautiously and Miga nodded. "Don't be mad at him. Let him go to Japan. Chichi feels so sad and the two are so in love with each other." Miga looked up at her with her wet eyes and you nodded. "Yes, he's flying to Japan ..." you say gently and stroke her hair. "Thank you!" "Miga, why didn't you tell me about it?" You ask her worriedly. You brush away your tears and look at them. "I didn't want you to tell Dad, he would going to kill them and you still want a baby and I don't want to stress you any more." "Oh Miga ... never worry about us. We have to be there for you." You feel bad and now it was definitely the best decision to leave it with the new baby. "Please don't tell Daddy," she said and looked at you with wide eyes. "Do you want to report they guys?" You sigh and gently brush away her tears. Miga shook her head. "No, Byungjoon's father is the mayor." You have been working in women's counseling for too long and you knew that Miga had no chance anyway. There was no evidence, it was too long ago and politics was involved. "I have a suggestion. You're leaving school, but you finish it via online school. I just want you to graduate. I'm not telling your Dad, but I want you to see a psychologist. Okay? " You look at her seriously and Miga nodded. "Thanks Mum." She hugged you tight and you kiss her head like you always did when she was so little. Your heart ached that Miga had to experience something like that. You would love to protect her from everything. In the corner of your eye you could see Jaehyun running up. Sunoh ran after him and Miga and you look up in surprise. "We'll take Miga out of school immediately!" Jaehyun was angry and Miga immediately looked angry at her little brother, but he indicated that she should stay calm. "Yes, Miga told me. We'll see that she can do her degree online, then she can study on the set." Jaehyun looked at you in surprise, because he had expected that you would argue about it now. "Okay, yes that sounds good." He was a bit confused but thought it was a good decision. "I just told him what the guys said. No more, but that was enough for him," Sunoh whispered to his sister. Miga nodded and sighed. She never wanted to cause such a grief. "What if we get the little ones, order something to eat and watch a movie?", you suggest and everyone thought it was good. And when you got the other kids, Miga's phone vibrated. She looked at the screen and saw a message from Hyunjin. "Hey Miga, we just got back from a photoshoot and we're still driving for a while, so I want to send you a few lines. I know we both have a tight schedule, but I want you to know that I am there when you need me. The time with you means a lot to me and gives me the strength to continue. I know you are not ready yet, but you mean a lot to me. I just want you to know that .. . " "Shit", Miga hissed and she saw more and more what kind of mistake she had made. "You have to tell him," said Sunoh, who had read the message. "He'll hate me." She bowed her head and doesn't know what to do. She didn't want to lose Hyunjin, but she had played with fire. "Yes he will, but then maybe he'll forgive you too." Sunoh looked at her seriously and Miga nodded and it was clear to her that she now had to sort this matter out too.

The whole thing made you so angry. You think a lot about what happened to Miga. You knew there wasn't much you could do. But you didn't want the guys to get away with it that easily and you already had a plan. While the rest of the family was in the living room, you went out briefly and dialed a number from a very good friend. "Hey Y/N, how are you?" You hear Bambam's voice. You've developed a pretty good friendship since you became his daughter's godmother. "Hey Bambam, I have a question, but you have to promise me that you won't tell Jaehyun." "Um ... are you okay?" He asked more seriously. "No, I mean ... it's about one of your trainees." You knew that Bambam was looking after the trainees for JYP and that he also had the right to have a say in whether or not someone progressed. And you knew Soori was a trainee at JYP. "What happened?" "I know that it is important to JYP that your idols have a pure reputation and Soori did something to my daughter that is not okay ..." Since Bambam became the father of a daughter, he mutated - just like Jaehyun - to a Superdad and he doesn't want that any girl got hurt. "Shall we meet? I have time tomorrow," he said and you agree.

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areathpendragon · 3 years ago

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‘Aveyond’s kids

I was taking a shower then this idea came up! I was so excited to draw them haha. Let me introduce these little angel to you.

Ray Tenobor (12): The BIG bro :v

Lance and Lynne Tenobor (8): The Tenobor family’s twin

------- You can read about them in my other post-------

Drake Maurva (11): The older child in Maurva family. Very cool kid. He doesn’t have any of his father’s power or magical ability, and isn’t interested in any weapon. He prefers using his bare hands and is fond of Martial Art. Whenever he comes to Ghalarad with his father to visit the Tenobor family, there is 2 things he likes to do: 1. Training with Ray, they get along very well and 2. Playiing with little Lynne, some how he looks softer and smiles more than usual when around Lynne. Lance even heard his little sister told story about playing family game - she is the mom, Drake is the dad and her dolls are children. Of course Lance is shocked. Although Lance thinks Drake’s hair style looks ‘almost’ bald but he has to admit: Drake is pretty good-looking

Julidana’ter’Lithir de Aramati - Julia (10): Definitely John and Elini kid. She is funny, generous, determined and also very adventurous. She loves flying dragon around with her father and hearing mother’s “finding husbands” stories. On the day she was born, Elini proudly told everyone that Julia will be the fairest of all and it’s true! Curly silver hair, sexy tanned skin, light blue eyes and a charming smile (got from her father) - A beauty indeed. Julia’s magic ability is a little different from her mother. She can turn creatures into charms and borrow their power. Pretty cool right? Julia sometimes tells her parent about Ray can be her potential husband, and the couple don’t know whether she is joking or not.

Astrid Revenfoot (9): Galahad and Te’ijal adopted daughter. She was a slave in Veldarah, but somehow she escaped and got lost at the Wildwood. Unfortunately she was attacked by the wolves and badly injured. Galahad and Te’ijal were passing by and saw her, Te’ijal said she had lost too much blood and died soon, the only way to save her is turning her into vampire. Of course Galahad disagreed (duh) but they didn’t have enough time to take her back to Veldarah for healing, so this is the only choice. So yeah, vampire Astrid here it is! She was little scared and reserved at first, but the couple take good care of her and she is better now, they also relied she is very clever and pretty passionate. Astrid doesn’t eat human cuz father always gives her a long speech about protecting them from ‘spawn of darkness’, but she will tease him sometimes like “hey dad, mom just took me out for some blood. It’s good, you should try some :v” (yeah definitely take after Te’ijal). She is also into mysterious things, so when visits Ghalarad she would spend time following Lance and tease him by baring her fangs at him, she said his facial expression is priceless. And she loves teasing Drake as well - “oh look! there’s our lovebirds”

Sunny Maurva (9): Dameon’s second son. An outgoing, friendly and talkative boy. When he visited the Tenobor family for the first time, he was immediately impressed with Lance (Astrid said this is love at first sight), and said “Wow you’re pretty”. When Sunny found out Lance IS a boy, he started following him around and asked “Are you a boy? Really? But you are so pretty!”, “I have never seen a prettier kid than you” bla bla...and Astrid was laughing so hard at these two. Seriously, Lance doesn’t know why Astrid and Sunny keep following him every where, so annoyed :<, but later when he gets used to it, the three usually hang out at the Wilderness to seek for mysteries. Unlike his brother, Sunny inherits his father’s healing power, and he loves using it to help people.

#aveyond1 #my AU #Aveyond's kids

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blissfulparker · 4 years ago

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Seasick→P.P pt.2

Parings→ peter Parker x reader

Warnings→slowburn, fake dating, fluff

Summary→when you lie to your mom about having a boyfriend before vactation peter steps in to help. But being in a fake relationship isnt as easy as you thought. especially not easy when you two have feelings for one another.

A/n�� here is part two of seasick! @spectacularlyspidey made me this lovely moodboard, I love Ren 🥰 I hope you guys enjoy it and I’m going to try and post it more often if that is what you guys want💗

Toothbrush, Peter, you need your toothbrush.” May helps him pack. She seemed more excited than peter. Peter placed his clothes into bens old suitcase as if it was a chore. Hes scared, beyond scared. What if your family hates him, what if they think hes less of what they expected, what if they catch on? All the ideas and scenarios ran through his head.

“May, i've got it. I'm 19 not 14.” he reminded her and she pouted. She knew the whole plane, he had nothing to hide from her Anyways.

“You know that you can still say no.” she comes over to run a hand through Peter's hair. She knew when Peter had a crush, she always did. Although normally he'd get scared of going on a field trip with one or a study date, never a summer vacation.

“She needs me to do this. I told her i would and were setting boundaries on the plane so when we get there its not weird.” he told her and she hummed.

“I know you really like her, like more than a friend. I have a tingle too.” she teases and peter scrunches his face. “But think this can be a start, you maybe could start something here.” she kisses his forehead before leaving him in his rom to finish packing. He looks over at his phone to see the time, he sees how you’ll be at his house soon and picking him up for the airport. The airport where you'd meet your family in Florida where you’d go out to sea.

He shuts the suitcase and listens to the sound of it zipping up before flopping on his bed letting the time run out.

8 hours, it was an 8 hour flight filled with anxiety and fear. You had both agreed on a list. A list of things to do around your family

-forehead kisses are allowed(kisses on the lips not necessary unless needed)

-holding hands as often as we can

-snuggling up to one another

-going places together like the pool or restaurant

-pet names

-make up stories about each other

-hands always on one another

That was about it. That's all you two had to do and you'd keep it up for a week. Then when the two of you get home things go back to normal. Normal. That word hurt peters ears. Normal meant there were no real feelings and he'd have to let go of you.

“I-i can hold your bags.” he offered as you two got off the plane. He wore his Columbia hoodie with sweats, probably not the best option for landing in Florida but he was so nervous.

You give him a warm smile and nod. You were nervous too, for almost all the same reasons as peter. You wished you could have just taken ned, ned or another friend who was just seen as your friend. Someone you didn't have to think so much about kissing. Someone you didn't have to think about pretending to hold. Someone you didn't have to worry catching feelings for.

“Wait,” you stop him and he looks at you with soft eyes. “My mom is really....touchy. She loves hugging and she might kiss your cheek. It’s nothing to intentionally make you uncomfortable but i'm really sorry in advance.” you warn him.

He nods as from a distance your mom shouts your name. She's wearing a sundress and sandals, ready for a vacation. Your dad is next to her smiling ready to hug you, now he knew it was real. All of it was now real. If your mom and dad intimidated him he was scared to see the rest of your family.

“Oh sweetheart i've missed you so much, ugh New York is such a small yet big state. We wished college did hog you so much.” she kisses your cheeks.

“Mom, dad, this is my boyfriend...Peter, the one I've been telling you about.” you hold his arm and he's already smiling and going in to shake hands. Your mom takes him for a hug and gets pink lipgloss on his cheek.

He sees how much you look like her, the hair, the eyes, the smile that's so contagious, but the personalities are completely different. She was bubbly and happy all over the place while you, you were a little more reserved and only showed the good side to your friends. Save the best parts of you for the best people.

“Ugh i was starting to think she'd never get one, especially not one so handsome and smart.” she holds his arms giving them a squeeze. “Wow he works out too you can really tell.” You quickly take him back before he gets uncomfortable.

“Mom…” you warn and she scoffs.

“Sweetheart, you know I'm teasing. Your sisters are already boarded and waiting so we can leave when you two are ready.” sisters. You never told him about sisters. He didn't even know you had any siblings. He thought you were always an only child. You never talked about any siblings or really family except your mom and dad and occasionally your aunt.

But he can tell by your facial expressions that you were already dreading it more than him, dredging sisters but he didn't know why. He wasn't going to push it either. By the shift in your body he knew it was best to just question when you two were alone.

He willingly followed your family into a cab where you four set off for a week of one of the hardest masks he had to put on, the mask of pretending to love you when he really did but could never tell you.

Never being on a cruise ship before he had no idea what to expect. His bare knowledge being the titanic—which did not help his fear of the ocean—even for the smartest kid, normally, he didn’t know much about boats. He never even considered himself to be on one, until last summer he never even thought he’d be in Europe for his senior year of highschool. That’s how he had to think of this, Europe. Semi-relaxing, regular peter, Europe. This was a once and a lifetime opportunity for him to be on a cruise with no Spider-Man activity, No stress, nothing but the sun on his skin.

“So we eat dinner at 7pm, you kids can get all settled in...maybe find yourself at the spa or the pool. Don’t be shy to order room service, ugh the boy is handsome but skinny.” Your mom comments once again. You give her eyes and a groan as you follow her down the hall to your room. “Oh please, you eat too, you're starting to lose your color.” She picks up your arm and you take it back.

He didn’t think the teasing was that bad, sure the appearance comments were too soon but he thought it was all a part of her bubbly personality. May teases all of them to eat when they’re over. May has teased all of them but always in a nice way.

When Peter dated Gwen—his ex girlfriend—last year she was the same. Always telling Peter about his appearance but he never really cared what she had to say. He just really needed someone at the time to move on from you.

“Here is your room, you kids have fun.” She hands you the card and kisses your cheek. “Wear the sundress your sister picked out, don’t be late.” She warned and walked down the hall. Only a few hours in and you wished you would’ve made some crap excuse about having a late final or actually telling the truth.

You two enter the room and Peter is shocked. It’s a gorgeous beach themed room. If he were a child he would already be jumping on the bed and touching everything. You seem to just drop your bags on the floor and immediately go to the bathroom. He leaves you be, taking in the beauty of the room, the California king bed, the wall hung T.V. The view of the ocean that made him slightly nervous but he didn’t mind. There was a dress on the bed, the sundress your mom wanted you to wear.

“Oh fuck.” You rub your face seeing that there’s the one bed. You thought maybe she’d at least use some sense and get two beds, that or a two roomed hotel. “I’m sorry pete, I thought she would maybe get us two rooms or—“

Another thing he seemed to notice was how money didn’t seem to be an issue for your family yet you never seemed to come off as well off. You lived in a small apartment like peter, your clothes were mostly thrifted or old, you ate ramen about three times a week and if it wasn’t that it was cheap pizza. Just like the rest of the group. You never came off as rich, it shocked him to even hear about a cruise, it shocked him even more that you could just say about how they could’ve gotten two rooms on a ship.

“It’s a California king,” he gestures. “We’ll fit without touching each other.” He calms you with a soft smile seeing how stressed you were.

“You’re not too scared of ships are you?” You ask him remembering how he said something about being afraid of the water.

“Well...Uh...no but yes, it makes me nervous but—“ your hand places itself over peters for comfort and he freezes up. You notice and quickly take your hand away.

“It won’t feel like anything trust me, you don’t feel the ship rock or anything. It’s not the titanic.” You reminded him as you picked up your phone and looked at the time. You two had plenty of time to get yourself ready.

“So….” he clasp his hands together and you look over to him. “For dinner how should I act?” He questions. You’re getting comfortable in the bed already while he’s still scared to touch it.

“Just be Peter, um...maybe a hand around my shoulder at one point or hand holding? Just like our list said. Really sell it. They’re gonna ask a lot of questions of how we met and stuff like that but I can do all of them if you want.” You tell him and he nods.

“Right,” he responded thinking the best thing to do was just be peter, the peter you knew, not the peter who was totally in love with you. “Just be peter.”

And that’s all he had to do.

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andersunmenschlich · 3 years ago

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"Was I Abused" game

Copied and pasted from this post by @furiousgoldfish (to save space since you can't reformat anything in posts you reblog).

Is it accurate? Who knows! My memories of childhood are incomplete! Besides, a lot of these things seem frankly normal to me and not abusive at all... which, if they are abusive, is probably an especially bad sign. Hm. Anyway, on to the game!

Reblog and bold the things your parents have done to you! Italicize if you're not sure. (copy paste it all and then bold)

Physical abuse

parent slapped me to prove their point / teach me a lesson (I don't remember. It would have been loss of temper anyhow, not point-proving or lesson-teaching.)

parent spanked me as a “punishment” saying it was for my own good (Hey, I was raised full-on Michael Pearl TTUAC-style. This is foundational.)

parent pulled on my hair to force me to move

parent threw things at me while angry, things heavy enough to hurt me (Kind of? She and my sister were on my bed, top bunk. I was cowering on the floor. But I dunno if she was angry.)

parent trapped me in a room/corner so I couldn’t escape them (I don't remember. But I do know, in my very bones, that there was no escape from them. You couldn't run. You couldn't hide. And trying would only make things worse.)

parent hit me when I wouldn’t obey them / tried to confront them (To Train Up A Child, people.)

parent used a twig / stick / belt to lash at my body (Again—this is the Pearl technique. My parents broke a lot of wooden paint mixing sticks on me before discovering this whippy plastic rod about the thickness of a pencil! You could sharpen the end in a pencil sharpener, too. They had a ton of those, it seemed like. And a short one for trips outside the house; it fit in Mom's purse.)

parent grabbed me to force me to pay attention to them

parent pinned me down and physically prevented me from escaping (...Yeah. Again, this is the Pearl technique.)

parent brought me into situations where I feared for my life (I—look, it's not like the fears were rational or anything. It's just that the world is terrifying when you're autistic and so much hurts. And have been taught your whole life that "the world" is a terrible, dangerous place that can kill you both physically and spiritually. Yeah.)

parent made it painfully obvious for me that I’ll obey them or suffer injuries (I mean. TTUAC.)

parent threatened to beat me if I wouldn’t do as they say (This was the most basic part of my childhood. Like air. Under what circumstances would this not be the case? Unimaginable.)

parent forcefully fed me something I refused to eat (Does not letting you eat between meals, and putting the same food in front of you at each meal—over and over again until you either eat it or it grows mold—count?)

parent made an attempt at strangling / drowning / burning me

parent banged my head / body into the wall / furniture (To be fair, I hit him first. And it's not like I broke the table when his punch sent me across the room: I didn't hit it that hard. Just busted open the back of my head a bit.)

parent forced me into sexual activities

Emotional abuse

parent called me derogatory names and slurs more than once (Frankly, I'm still reasonably convinced that I am a monster. And evil. And I am definitely a fool, at least biblically speaking. "The fool says in his heart, 'There is no god,'" indeed.)

parent said my name mostly with hatred and scorn in their voice (To be fair, it was my name.)

parent degraded and humiliated me in front of others for fun

parent insulted and devalued something really important to me (I mean, in retrospect, it was dumb. Just a worthless paper model of a house, that's all. It wasn't even that great. I was a little kid, after all. So what if I'd spent all day on it? It was still garbage, really.)

parent deprived me of something that meant the world to me (I don't remember. I genuinely don't remember, but I still have trouble admitting that I care about anything because part of me is terrified that if anyone knows I like a thing they'll have a way to hurt me, and that fear has to have come from somewhere, right?)

parent yelled and swore at me in anger more than once

parent blamed me for things that were out of my control/not my fault (And they do feel bad about this now.)

parent shamed me for my physical appearance

parent guilt-tripped me for not pleasing them well enough (I mean, they tried. But good luck; I have no idea what guilt feels like. I bought a book about it because I was curious.)

parent regarded me as a burden, and shamed me for needing them at all (Hmm. I don't really do shame either. I was a burden, though.)

parent insisted I couldn’t take a joke after I was hurt by their insults

parent never comforted me / got angry if I reached for comfort (Again, to be fair: I'm autistic. I'm pretty sure they were just having trouble with my body language and facial expressions. Why else would they punish me for bad attitude when all I wanted was to be cooed at and fluttered over with the same concern they showed my siblings when they cried about their wounded knees?)

parent punished me for crying / showing fear / showing trauma symptoms

parent humiliated me for showing excitement and happiness

parent subtly let me know that my feelings and my problems don’t matter (They, uh. They don't. My feelings and problems are mine. Why should anyone else care? It's genuinely not their problem.)

parent got angry at me for feeling depressed / angry / tired / suicidal

parent blamed me for feeling depressed / angry / tired / suicidal (Who else's fault would it be? They're my feelings, produced by my body and brain, experienced only by me, in my own head. Dang if I see how anybody else could be to blame.)

parent compared me to cousins / other children to prove how I’m the worst (Dang you, Perfect Second Child. ... Although... in retrospect... that set-up wasn't great for you either, was it. Hm.)

parent decided for me how I feel when it was convenient for them

parent told me that I was crazy / delusional / need to be locked away (I don't remember. It sounds familiar. But I don't. I don't remember.)

parent threatened me with kicking me out / sending me away if I don’t change (Kind of? Does it count if you overhear your parents talking about it in their locked bedroom? Not their fault I was listening at the door, surely. They were genuinely considering it. I can't blame them. I was a terrible child.)

parent refused to accept my sexuality gender / tried to force it to change

parent required me to act normal to protect family’s reputation

parent isolated me from family activities they all enjoy (Nooo, haha, I did that all on my own.)

parent assured me that nobody will ever want me (I mean... "only a mother could love" is a saying for a reason. And if even my own mother couldn't love me, well! I don't remember whether anyone told me this outright. It just seemed... obvious.)

parent insisted that I was lucky and that I could have had it much worse (I could have!)

parent made me responsible for their well-being and made me the caretaker

parent insisted that their harmful acts were all done “out of love” (The subject of love was confusing. "I don't love you," "I hate you," "I have to love you because you're my child, so I love you—but I don't have to like you, and I don't, I don't like you at all" ...it was all very confusing.)

parent demanded I be available for their requests at any time (Well, yes, obviously. To Train Up A Child was very clear about this.)

parent punished me for trying to establish boundaries (Boundaries, boundaries. Hmm. Interesting concept....)

parent destroyed my belongings as a form of revenge (Revenge? I don't know. Consequences, I think it was. For keeping all my favorite toys on my bed, and nesting in them. So obviously they had to be thrown onto the floor. And at my head. Ahaha.)

parent made inappropriate sex jokes and comments in my presence

parent denied doing any of this and insists that all the blame is on me (I'm not sure they aren't right, honestly. As previously noted, I am a horrible person, and I was even more horrible as a child.)

Psychological Abuse

parent kept pointing out my flaws as proofs that I won't achieve anything (Mmm... was it them, or was it me doing this? Seems like they were always telling me how intelligent I was, how talented, how much promise I had. The voices asking why wasn't I doing anything, why couldn't I use the gifts God had given me correctly, why was I wasting it all, I'm the stupidest smart person ever, garbage, can't do anything right, etc., seem to have always come from my own mind.)

parent called me stupid, incompetent, ignorant, while withholding information that I needed to know in order to complete tasks

parent would change their side of the agreement at a crucial moment and then pretend it was obvious from the start

parent stalked me / distrusted me without any reason / invaded my privacy (I'm really not sure. What privacy? A four-bedroom house with twelve people in it has very little room for privacy. And if you have nothing to hide....)

parent attacked my insecurities and vulnerabilities in any argument (Dad's always been very good at this. It's his emotional intelligence, I think. Never been much of a cryer, but he can do it to me every time!)

parent forced me into degrading actions while they watched

parent threatened to leave me

parent regularly accused me of behaving the way they did

parent never acknowledged, praised or approved of my actions

parent always demanded they be acknowledged as right without any proof / explanation (Sort of? They had explanations. It's just that those explanations were often terrible. Not that my parents were aware of that.)

parent insisted that they’re a great parent using financial support as proof

parent insisted that I should be grateful for how good they are to me (Keeping me safe from the world! The evil, dirty, disgusting world, full of immoral monsters! Oh, the horrible things that could happen to me without their protection! ...Which is not entirely untrue, I guess. But... I dunno....)

parent gaslit me and tried to make me believe my memories weren’t real if I confronted them with what they did

Neglect

parent didn’t notice I haven’t been eating properly (Frankly, I preferred that. I never much cared for being forced to eat things that made me feel sick.)

parent didn’t notice I was sick / didn’t care for me while I was sick

parent didn’t notice I was injured (Eh. After the first few years of my life, that suited me just fine.)

parent didn’t notice I didn’t have clothes / shoes I needed for school (I didn't go to school.)

parent didn’t notice I suffered from trauma (Look, it's—it's the autism again, okay? Living in a world that hurts you horribly at unpredictable moments is traumatic. I didn't know it was trauma. I just thought it was life. So how could they have known?)

parent didn’t notice I was anxious and stressed (Oh, they noticed that.)

parent didn’t notice I was depressed (Once again—I didn't realize. So how could they? I'm really not sure this counts.)

parent didn’t notice I was cutting myself (Whipping myself, actually. With tree branches. Until the skin broke. Hmm, that was when I was in my early teens, though—as a kid I used to turn a little wooden rocking chair upside down and throw myself into the sharp ends of the rockers. To be fair, they might have noticed. Just... who really cares? I was a rough and tumble kid. Scrapes and bruises and cuts and what-have-you were to be expected. Anyway, there was no cutting; I never cut myself.)

parent didn’t notice I was suicidal (I wasn't. I'm not. I won't be. Mind over matter. Ha.)

parent didn’t notice I was being sexually abused

parent didn’t notice I was being bullied

parent failed to get me medical attention when it was needed

parent failed to teach me the very basics of self care

parent didn’t seem to notice any of my needs and feelings except the absolute minimum I required to survive (Uh. Anything more than the absolute minimum you require to survive isn't a need. You need to survive. Do you really need anything else? I mean, it's nice, a definite plus, but....)

when I notified them of these things, they denied it, accused me of lying, decided it wasn’t happening and/or blamed me for it

Financial Abuse

parent made me feel ashamed for needing money

parent made me feel like I was a financial burden to them (But I was. Come on, now. There's no way honesty counts as abuse. ...Is there?)

parent only gave me minimal money to survive (I don't—there were kids out there getting money from their parents? I mean, they're giving you clothes, food, and shelter already. What for would you need money? I must be missing something.)

parent made sure I never have a decent amount of money on me (Again—I never had that much money. Quarters from the Tooth Fairy: that was it. Money from birthday cards or whatever went in the college fund under their bed. "For your future." And I raided that stash later to buy books anyhow.)

parent took the money I earned from me

parent used the money to blackmail me (if you continue this way let’s see who will pay for your bus ticket!)

parent insisted since they “pay for my stuff” they have the right to control my behaviour and actions (and attitudes. Is this, um. Is this not true?)

parent had enough money for luxury but kept me without anything

parent refused to get my medicine / get me medical attention because it’s too expensive while they got everything for themselves (Nah, they didn't visit the doctor either.)

parent would keep me anxious over if they would pay my expenses or not

parent would make me do as much work for them as possible before they would pay for a necessity

parent kept me in the dark over family finances even when I was of age (Was that them, though? Or was that me? It's difficult to know what's going on with your money when you can't go outside during the day—so no bank visits—and you don't have the password to your bank account because you never asked for it, so you can't do anything online. Which was just as well, because my laptop was... not great. Almost certainly terribly insecure.)

parent would make sure I never have enough money to escape them

If you bold more than 5 things, you have been through abuse. For some particular ones, even one true thing on this list means you’ve been badly harmed by your parents. Also this list is not complete, there are many more abusive behaviours not listed here, feel free to add!

#furiousgoldfish #'Was I Abused' game #child abuse #?#memories #Isaiah muses

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ichika27 · 4 years ago

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My thoughts on Yashahime

I’ll make an actual post about Yashahime after the series is over and maybe a bit more (like my thoughts on SessRin as a whole) but for now I’ll be rambling about something I couldn’t stop thinking about since last night.

So... Sesshoumaru’s a dad now, huh? I mean, I knew since they announced the sequel series but it didn’t hit me that yeah, this really is happening until I saw the latest episode (ep. 15) and seeing him with his kids. Like, I watched Inuyasha as a kid and never really imagined that there’d be a time where the word “dad” or “father” would be used to describe him. The guy is stoic and almost emotionless so to think he’d become a dad or would get married at all was a surprising and strange thought. But he’s gone a long way from being the antagonist character he was introduced as at the beginning of the main series and now he has a family and I just... can you imagine all the slice-of-life shenanigans?

I’ll put the rest of my ramblings under the cut to save space...

Sesshoumaru is a serious person who has trouble showing emotions or even admitting he cares about people. Episode 15 shows him seeing Rin after she gives birth and then seeing his kids for the first time and there’s no change in his facial expression although we know as the audience there’s something underneath that. Rin knows and trust him and Jaken does, too of course. Sadly he was not able to watch his kids grow closely especially Towa who was forcibly time-travelled to the future and grew up on a different family. The twins don’t remember him and Rin at all either.

Like, imagine how awkward it would be after all the life-threatening stuff and them trying to be a family again. The kids are teenagers now, too and have their own personalities so it might be extra awkward. Towa probably would have to deal with meeting her biological parents and having them not be the Higurashis and the personalities are different, too (esp. her dad). Setsuna has to deal with having a family period and her memories of Towa would probably return at the end, too but still she had her demon slaying upbringing and always being in battle mode and such.

Anyways, imagine Setsuna being with her mom. She already feels kind of weird whenever her sister that she doesn’t remember shows affection now she has a mom who would probably do the same lol.

And Sesshoumaru is serious and such but his daughter Towa is kind and affectionate. I couldn’t stop thinking about this scenario: Sesshoumaru noticing Towa is using a broken sword all this time and one day comes back to give her a new one and Jaken would explain that his Lord Sesshoumaru had it made specifically for Towa. I can just imagine Towa being happy cause “Wow new sword for me?” and then saying thank you to her dad and hugging him and Sesshoumaru not knowing what the heck he should do and just... staring. Rin and Jaken would watch happily of course as they know he’s not unfeeling and-

And and and Setsuna being like Sesshoumaru (well, almost) would act tsun but she probably would wanna do family stuff, too.

And I want to see the twins interact with Jaken! He would be so overprotective of them while Sesshoumaru isn’t around. He’d be pissed if anyone even looks down on them and Towa would ask him to stop cause that’s totally not it and Setsuna would just sigh. Towa would be so nice and polite and would actually talk to Jaken nicely (the guy needs more appreciation!). He would totally tell the twins about their parents and how amazing their dad is hahaha.

I ship Setsuna with Hisui, by the way. The two have been working together for years and clearly Hisui cares a lot for Setsuna (every time there’s a fight he seem to be watching out for Setsuna a lot). I wish they’d show flashbacks of how the two became close as coworkers/friends at least. Anyways, imagine Jaken seeing the two close and has suspicions but doesn’t trust Hisui enough (even if he is Kohaku’s nephew as he doesn’t know the boy well yet).

Also, I was kinda disappointed at episode 14, I think, with the whole Towa’s smartphone thing as Setsuna didn’t know what it was and stuff. I mean, they showed Towa’s phone works it’s basic properties only without internet (someone pointed out that they could’ve been charging it with the bike like they showed in one of the uh, I have no idea what it’s called. Scene shows up every end of OP). The camera works, too and I was hoping Towa would take a picture of the three of them. I know it’s no big deal but she probably also has photos of her adoptive family on that. Just imagine her taking that photo and every time she opens it she could see photos of her family and once Rin and Sesshoumaru are with them she’ll have a family photo taken and another one with her aunt and uncle and cousin Moroha. I mean, it’s cute... I think it’s cute!

The later the twins could accompany their dad on whatever adventure he gets to and when they get home Rin is there to welcome them all back. Or just Sesshoumaru coming back home and he now has a wife and two kids waiting for him and that wasn’t a thing before and maybe even Towa would try having bonding moments with her entire family.

Also, Inuyasha and Kagome are trapped at the grave of Inu-no-Taishou so the new trio would probably go there, too. Imagine them seeing their grandpa’s grave. Someone on twitter made a joke about how Moroha might want to sell her grandpa’s corpse and I know she probably has a line she wouldn’t cross but it would be funny if the twins look at Moroha suspiciously with Moroha being outraged that they even thought she would do something like that.

Oh and the twins meeting their grandmother! I’m sure as heck Sesshoumaru’s mother wouldn’t be surprised he had hanyou kids. She totally saw it coming after Sesshoumaru saved Rin from death a second time. I wonder if they’ll get along? With the way Sesshoumaru’s mother talks and the twins personalities it makes me wonder how conversations would go.

Of course I still want Kagome to be able to visit her family and properly introducing Moroha this time around. I just want family bonding about them! And Moroha showing her great-grandpa that she kept the kappa’s foot all this time and really does appreciate it and how it helped her in battle.

Of course, Seshoumaru and Rin meeting the Higurashis - Sota, Moe, and Mei. Towa introducing her two families to each other! Mei would be happy to see her two big sisters again and Rin would be talking to Moe and thanking her for raising Towa and there’s Sota who probably would be talking to Sesshoumaru about Towa and how she grew up and Sesshoumaru would act aloof and all but he’s totally listening and is proud of his kid. That said Kohaku would also tell Lord Sesshoumaru about how amazing Setsuna is as a demon slayer.

I know the above is unlikely but still... just imagine! That’d be sooo nice! After all the crap they went through they’d just be happy together.

Also I just imagine the reunion after the trouble in the series with Rin getting her kids back and Sesshoumaru watching over them not saying anything and Jaken is crying tears of joy saying how his Lord Sesshoumaru is happy that his family is together again and Moroha looking at her uncle and is like “He is?” cause the guy isn’t smiling at all on the outside lol.

I couldn’t sleep last night just thinking about these. I know it’s probably OOC for many of them but just let me have my fun hahaha.

I’ll make another Yashahime post sooner or later cause I’m enjoying the series so far. I’m excited for the next episodes! And holy crap I didn’t realize how long this would be!

If you read my ramblings this far, thank you! I do hope it wasn’t that bad of a way to kill time haha.

#yashahime #yashahime: princess half demon #inuyasha #hanyou no yashahime #sessrin #anime #sana_post

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curatedkmen · 4 years ago

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“Closer”

2019

“Have you read the script?” Manager Hong had just entered the meeting room at Salt headquarters and Seonho was sitting there alone with his iced Americano, reading a script.

“Oh yeah I’m reading it right now” he has been reading the script for over an hour now and so far he really likes how the story develops and the character that he will be playing, Ko Jiseok.

He has been working on TV for around 3 years at now and he has never played as the first male lead. He never complained though, he fully appreciates every work that has been given to him. For him, every role is interesting and every work should be considered as part of a learning process. However, he has also been acting for almost 10 years now so he couldn't help but get extra excited when he first heard that he finally got an offer as the first male lead in a drama. He had read the script before finally accepting the offer and today he just got the rest of the episodes from the drama script and decided to continue reading it.

“Have you heard about the female lead?” manager Hong asked again.

“Like heard from you or from our CEO? Nope I haven’t” he answered while still reading the script.

“No I mean, don’t you read the news or something?”

Seonho finally raised his head and looked at his manager for the first time in 15 minutes since she entered the room. He let out a small chuckle, “which one? The Moon Geunyoung one? Hahaha” he laughed and took a sip of his iced Americano again. Seonho knew that there were a lot of rumors of which actress was gonna take the offer as the female lead in Catch The Ghost. He also was very well aware that such rumours are usually wrong that in the end another actress or actors other than the one being rumoured is gonna be the one who takes the role. So when he heard about the rumour, that Moon Geunyoung, the nation’s little sister of South Korea was going to play alongside him, a 3 year old television rookie, he just shrugged it off.

Manager Hong just sat there looking at him in disbelief, the fuck is wrong with this guy.

“Yeah the Moon Geunyoung one. She accepted the offer already”

Seonho choked on his drink the moment Manager Hong answered his question. WTF?!

I mean I would love to act with her. She is such a legendary actress and all but this can't be real what if…. I mean she can’t still remember me now can’t she? It has been 10 years? Well unless I count that 2016 incident another meeting so it has been 3 years but still how did this happen?!!

“Wait wait wait wait” he decided to open his mouth to help him digest the information he just received. “When?” He tried so hard to stay calm despite being overly excited but nervous at the same time, he felt like he could explode at that moment.

“When did she accept? Like a week ago”

He closed his eyes and he let out a loud sigh, he was trying so hard not to yell out of frustration. Manager Hong couldn’t help but laugh at the sight in front of her.

He finally spoke in a low voice, trying to sound as patient as possible, “My Dongsaeng~ you knew about this a week ago so why didn’t you tell me A WEEK AGO?!”

Manager Hong knew right away when Seonho called her Dongsaeng that the guy is frustrated with her. He never got mad at all, which is why she loves to tease him because he would just get frustrated alone and it is so fun to watch.

“You were busy with shoots and you had that family trip with your mom and dad, I didn’t want you to lose focus and of course I did not want to bother your family time with any work related news. Besides, it’s not that urgent”

Seonho closed his eyes and let out a loud-frustrated-sigh for the second time.

“What’s the big deal Oppa? You’re gonna act with Moon Geunyoung! The nation’s little sister for your first drama as first male lead! Isn’t this amazing? I am so excited for you,” as manager Hong talked she was looking at Seonho and the boy had this blank stare in his eyes, “Oppa?! Hello Seonho Oppa?”

Seonho finally snapped back to reality and answered, “Yeah of course it’s amazing. I just, I needed to prepare myself Hong Yoon-ah”

“Yeah right you got like 2 months to prepare dude, chill. Or are you hiding something from me right now?”

Seonho got flustered by the question. Suddenly the memory from 10 years ago flashed back upon his eyes and just the glimpse of it made his face warm. He couldn’t bring himself to tell the truth of what happened 10 years ago and so he decided to just lie.

“You know she’s a legendary actress and I am such a huge fan of her. Also this is my first lead drama project, I would want to give a good impression to her of course. I don't want to make any mistake.”

“You are like one of the most thoughtful guys I have ever met in my life, you got this. Besides the first script reading is still in a week. You have some time to prepare. I love to tease you but I am not stupid you know”

“Right,” Seonho answered her before his eyes made its way back to the script. He brought the script closer to his face so Hong Yoon wouldn't notice his facial expression and he stared at it blankly. Fuck.

2010

Last night, one of his friends contacted him and asked if he would be interested to watch “Closer” together with him. At first Seonho was too lazy to come but when he heard the Moon Geunyoung was the one who played Alice in the play he mediately said yes. It was June and he had just finished his second play that year, a month before, he received his enlistment letter and now he has only one month before he finally enlisted. He just started to do plays only for a year and he has been enjoying it so far.

The play “Closer” is such a legendary play from the UK that he has heard so much before. He had never seen the play but he saw the movie once when he was in high school. He still remembered the dialogues from the movies and how he liked it. He still thinks that the characters portrayed in Closer were very intriguing and complicated that he remembers to be confused of whom he should be sympathized with when he first saw it.

That evening, Seonho and his friend lined up at the entrance while both holding the ticket to the play.

“Moon Geunyoung is so pretty damn. I feel like it was only yesterday that I saw her in Autumn in My Heart. Remember when we used to watch all of her movies back in high school?” said Seonho’s friend.

“As if, she is only a year younger than us. But yeah I remember, she is even prettier now,” Seonho answered his friend while looking at the poster hung up at the entrance. Deep down inside he relates to what his friend said. He couldn't believe that the Moon Geunyoung is now all grown up.

They finally entered the auditorium after awhile. The seats were packed with audiences, thankfully both of them got the perfect seats in the middle row. Not long after the play finally started.

When Geunyoung finally entered the stage, he almost could not believe his own eyes. The nation’s little sister whom he saw a lot on tv since he was a kid has now bloomed into such a beautiful young lady, standing on stage with her mini black dress, looking very mature and sexy. While holding a beer in her hand, she delivered her lines perfectly and seductively to his opposing actor. She smiled, laughed, cried, yelled, threw tantrums on stage and it was all delivered beautifully. Seonho was instantly stunned by her beauty and of course by her mature acting.

For god sake, why is she acting with this old guy, Um Ki Joon, for such an intense play like this. He mumbled inside.

She plays Alice, a young stripper who ends up dating Dan, an aspiring writer. The two of them later on got entangled in a complicated love story with Larry and Anna.

Seonho continued to be in awe for the whole 1 hour and 30 minutes not only because he finally got to see that legendary play that he had been curious for so long, but he fell even harder for Geunyoung’s charm on stage. Although during the play, he also could not help but get a little bit hard while watching Geunyoung kissing that guy on stage. After the play ended and he exited the auditorium, that image of Geunyoung in that dress still lingered in his mind.

“Wanna get drinks?” Seonho asked his friend.

“Sorry bro, I have this date with that girl I met at the club last week”

“Oh well, good luck. I’ll just drink alone, all by myself when it is my enlistment next month it’s okay mean friend” “Come on man, I’m sorry. I’ll treat you for a drink tomorrow”

“Hahahah I’m just joking. Go, your date is waiting” “Alright, bye. Talk to you soon!”

After they parted ways, Seonho found himself walking towards a nearby jazz club that he just discovered a few months ago. The bar is in a secluded area with no sign in front of it, unless anyone told you that it is a bar then no one would have guessed it. One of his theatre friends actually told him about this bar. The owner used to be a lighting director of plays where he worked at the auditorium Seonho just visited. Now he has retired and opened a jazz club instead where actors, actresses and theatre crews have drinks after they finished their play.

He made his way to the bar and ordered his usual. He greeted the owner once he saw him.

“Are you alone?” the owner asked.

“Yes Sajangnim, my friend ditched me for his date”

“I can always accompany you here. Did you just come back from practice or what?” “No, I just watched that play “Closer.” I have no more plays Sajangnim, I am going to the military soon” Seonho answered him while sipping his drinks.

The atmosphere of the jazz club that night was quite calm. With jazz music playing in the background and just a few people were having drinks on the table behind him. He was alone by himself at the bar. Few moments later, someone sat beside him and ordered a drink. He couldn’t look at her face but she smelled nice like a woody and flowery scent mixed with sweat.

Her drinks came but she was too busy taking off her scarf and putting things inside her purse so when she was finally done, she accidentally grabbed Seonho’s glass instead of hers before she finally realized that her glass drink was there, closer to her purse.

“Oh I am sorry” she said.

“It’s okay” Seonho answered her while finally looking at the woman beside him.

There she was. Moon Geunyoung. The woman he just saw on stage earlier. The women that he couldn’t get out of his mind since he left the auditorium 30 minutes ago.

Seonho was flustered so he quickly turned his head back to the racks of drinks in front of him. He did not want Geunyoung to see his cheek got red.

“Geunyoung-ssi, how was your play? My friend here just came from watching it” the Sajangnim suddenly jumped in the conversation while pointing his fingers to Seonho. Seonho sat there bewildered at the fact that Sajangnim knew Geunyoung and would just strike a conversation like this. Seonho also lowkey cursed him inside for dragging him into their conversation.

“Oh really? How did you like it?” Geunyoung answered him while looking at Seonho who just sipped his drinks because he felt thirsty all of the sudden. He tried to control himself because he almost choked when he realized that Geunyoung was now talking to him.

“Oh um I really liked it. I loved it so much. I am also a theatre actor and I have always been interested to watch “Closer” on stage. You did really well, Geunyoung-ssi” ah shit why did I say Geunyoung-ssi? Do I have to pretend to not know her? Does she think I am a freak now?

“That is very sweet of you, thank you….” she paused and raised her palm halfway toward Seonho, waiting for him to tell her his name.

“Oh it’s Seonho.”

“Thank you Seonho-ssi. I am glad that you liked it. It was my first stage play so I was very nervous. You’re an actor so I trust your opinion.” she said it while smiling at Seonho.

Seonho just smiled back at her. He did not know what to say. He still could not believe that he had just talked to Moon Geunyoung. The actress. No matter how many times he replayed the sentence in his head he still could not believe it. He also could not believe that Moon Geunyoung would go to a club alone by herself after her performance. Shouldn’t she go anywhere with her manager and bunch of bodyguards?

He had so many questions popped up in his head but he was just too nervous to say anything to the woman beside him.

They both drank in silence for 5 minutes while listening to the music until Geunyoung broke the silence.

“So you’re a theatre actor? Which play have you done? Maybe I have seen it?” Geunyoung asked. She knew deep down she couldn’t possibly have watched his play. She has been so busy with work since she was in junior high school, she barely had time to do anything she likes. That night was an exception since she actually had a dinner with her agency’s CEO to discuss work but he cancelled so she could sneak out from her manager and went to this jazz club instead.

“I just started last year with “New Boeing Boeing” and I just finished my play for this year “Rooftop House Cat”. But it is a small play, you can’t possibly have seen it” Seonho answered her question, trying so hard to stay calm.

“Right I have not, but i would love to see your play some time. I actually enjoy watching plays a lot but I couldn't find the time. When is your next one?”

“Ah it’s um, my next one is probably going to be in 2 years. I will enlist next month hahaha” Seonho let out an awkward laugh. He did not know why he did that but he just did. He was just too nervous. FOR FUCK SAKE MOON GEUNYOUNG WANTS TO WATCH MY PLAY BUT I AM GOING TO THE MILITARY FUCK YOU GOVERNMENT.

“Aw that’s too bad, but 2 years is not a long time, I’ll watch your play later in 2012.” Geunyoung answered while sipping her drinks and smiling sweetly at Seonho. He felt like he could pass out right there seeing her smiling like that.

Geunyoung was still wearing her dress that she wore on stage as Alice. She was only covering it up with a black jeans jacket and a scarf when she entered the room but now that she took it off, she was only wearing the black mini dress. She had tied her hair up, showing her bare neck even more and Seonho tried so hard to stop himself from looking at her collarbone.

“For real?” “Yeah of course! Why not? You watched my play, in turn I should watch yours. I am sure you’re great. So how did you decide to be a stage actor?”

Seonho was stunned at her sudden question. It finally felt like her question was a little bit personal than the previous ones. He was going to answer her but he always felt a little bit embarrassed to talk about anything related to his dreams. He feared that the word that came out and the reality in the future might not be as pretty as he imagined it to be.

“I am actually an introverted person, I used to have a hard time speaking in front of the public, it just always gives me a sudden anxiety. During my second year in university, one of my friends actually introduced me to the theatre club and I started to first help out with the staging and script writing then soon I began to act in small roles and slowly I got trusted with bigger roles and I loved it since then. I loved that I could act as different characters, not be myself for a while and suddenly my fear of standing and speaking in front of the public is long gone. I guess when I abandon my real identity on stage, I also abandon my fear and now acting has been a new part of me.”

When Seonho finally stopped talking, he realized he probably had been talking too much and he just realized that those beautiful eyes had been staring at him while he was talking.

“Sorry if I talked too much,” Seonho said right away.

“No, no, no, please. I love to hear more. It’s always nice to talk to strangers about your struggles you know. Sometimes they give better reactions than your close ones.”

Seonho, again, stunned by her reaction. Why does it feel like she is lonely in her world?

Seonho did not know how to respond to her comment and so he just stared at her beautiful eyes until she spoke again, “I am sorry Seonho-ssi if I asked something too personal. I didn’t mean to offend you or anything,” before Seonho got the chance to even open his mouth, Geunyoung added, “why do we keep apologizing to each other, we didn’t do anything wrong hahaha” followed by a laughter. Her laughing face, her hand tucking a few strands of her hair to the back of her ear, he felt like seeing everything suddenly move in slow motion. Get yourself together Kim Seonho, what are you doing?

Seonho couldn’t help it but also laughed at her words, “Right, what’s wrong with us, hahaha.”

For a moment he felt like he could relate to her so much, like he saw himself in her. He did not know exactly why. 40 minutes ago he was just watching Moon Geunyoung the famous actress on stage and now suddenly he is in a bar having drinks while talking to her. He wondered how he could suddenly feel this intense connection with her.

“If I may ask..” he paused half way, hesitating as to whether he should ask her the question in his head or not. The woman noticed his hesitation so she went ahead and said, “yeah go ahead, you can ask me anything.”

“How does it feel to, I guess, having your dreams settled since you were young?”

The question that Seonho asked was unlike any other question that she had ever received before. Everyone always asked something similar like, “have you always wanted to be an actress?” “How do you like your job in acting?”

“Well uhm, I have always been grateful to be able to do acting since I was little. It has always been my dream since I was 9 or 10 years old. But nowadays, it feels like I have nothing to chase anymore. When people around my age had just started to achieve their dream and got excited about it, they got really excited about their adult life, while I have been living in mine for 10 years yet I am still so young. I don’t know what moves me anymore. I don't wanna be ungrateful but that is how I truly feel inside.”

Seonho, of course, could not relate to anything she just said. He spent his life up until that day just like any other normal person. Grew up with his family, went to school, had a lot of memories with friends and such. He was confused about choosing his major for university until he finally got interested in acting, fell in love with it and he had now only started to build his dream. He had not yet lived in it. So he could understand when she said that “people around my age had just started to achieve their dream,” because he is those people. He was still so excited with what life has to offer and Geunyoung is only a year younger than him.

“You know you can always have more than one dream. Right? I mean life is long enough to tie us into just having one dream and now that you have achieved one, you can always choose another dream. Just go crazy!” Seonho said that while smiling brightly at Geunyoung, the girl could not help but smiled back at him.

“Of course! That makes sense. I want to travel the world, I want to see penguins in Ushuaia, I want to try to live in New York for a short while, I want to… god yeah there are so many things to do. You’re right”

“Right? Wait before you continue, where is that penguin place Ushukai?”

“Ushuaia, it’s a city in Argentina where you can see penguins in their natural habitat. Actually it’s called “End of the World'' because it is located at the Southernmost tip of South America.” Seonho looked at her passionately and talked about her dreams while smiling, he felt like he kinda brought a smile back to her face as she looked a bit gloomy while answering his first question.

“Sure, go see penguins, go to New York, go ….. Uhm what else? Go dive in the ocean and see turtles hahaha. Just do whatever it is that makes you happy.”

“You’re right Seonho-ssi. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being nice”

“Of course, Geunyoung-ssi. Anytime”

They continued to talk for another hour, Geunyoung even ordered another drink after she finished her first glass. He could not possibly order another one since he had a pretty low alcohol tolerance. He did not want to do anything stupid in front of this beautiful women in front of him. Although at that time, he was already a little bit tipsy.

While they were still talking, Seonho caught a glimpse of a few people at the entrance. They had been standing there for around 10 minutes but did not actually enter the club. Some of them had a camera on and he just got a hunch that they might be Geunyoung’s fans. because Geunyoung was sitting facing him, her back was facing the club’s entrance so she her face could not be seen from the outside,

“Geunyoung-ssi, why do I feel like those people outside might be your fans?” Seonho said while trying his best to not be obvious from looking at those people outside.

Out of reflect, Geunyoung immediately turned his head to see what Seonho was talking about. Seonho immediately grabbed Geunyoung’s chin made her face him again before she managed to turn her head fully towards the entrance of the club. As soon as he realized what he was doing he immediately let go of his hand and his face turned even redder now from the alcohol and from touching Geunyoung’s face, “sorry, I just, I thought it’s better if they don’t see you because you know. I am sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“No no no you’re right, it was stupid of me to just turned around. It’s okay, thank you” Geunyoung cut him because she did not want to make the boy feel bad. She knew he did not mean to cross the line or anything, but he looked so nervous and a bit embarrassed after he suddenly grabbed her chin.

“shit what do I do now. I’m gonna be so dead if they took a picture of me” Geunyoung let out her concerns.

“Sajangnim, isn’t there any back exit here?” Seonho asked the owner.

“Not from this floor, you can go upstairs and take the fire escape to go down. The building is strange, I know, but that is your best shot. Let me apologize to you Geunyoung-ssi, usually this area is safe from random fans like that. I don’t know what happened today”

“No worries Sajangnim. It happens” Geunyoung assured the owner to not feel bad.

“It’s okay I can help get you out from here Geunyoung-ssi” Seonho blurted out suddenly. He was already a little bit drunk at that time but thankfully he did stop drinking after just one glass of scotch so he could still totally run and helped Geunyoung escape the club. Geunyoung on the other hand, had a pretty high alcohol tolerance so she was still very much on alert.

“Thank you so much,” Geunyoung answered while putting on her jacket and gathered her stuff.

“You can just follow me” Seonho said as he stood up and walked in front of her. Geunyoung followed him from behind and both of them took the stairs to the second floor. When they finally arrived at the door, Seonho went ahead and opened the door, “I will go down first just in case you slipped out or anything.”

Seonho safely went down first, “give me your purse” Geunyoung threw her purse towards Seonho so she could go down easily, “don’t worry I’m standing right below you. Just take your time.”

Geunyoung slowly went down the fire escape and when she was about to hit the last step, she missed it, thankfully Seonho was there, so he held her waist and she fell back to Seonho’s chest instead, “You okay?” she was practically in Seonho’s embrace for a split second her hair touched Seonho’s nose and in that moment he could smell her woody-floral scent mixed with her sweat even more which drove him crazy. He couldn’t tell anymore if he was drunk from her smell or from the alcohol he had earlier.

“Yes, thank you.” Geunyoung answered hurriedly while looking down and pretending to fox her mini dress because she felt her face suddenly get warm.

“Okay so how-” Seonho was just about to ask how she is gonna get home but both of them heard a bunch of people talking from the direction of the entrance of the club, “I am sure it was Geunyoung unnie you know” as they both looked at the direction of the voice, they could see one of the fans had walked towards where they both was standing.

Without wasting any second, Seonho grabbed her hand and took her inside a small alley between the club and the building behind it. The alley was so small it barely fits the two of them there. They both stood facing each other with his chest glued to hers. Everytime she breathed, he could feel her chest moving, the same goes to Geunyoung. Fuck me. I can feel her breathing right on my chest please dear god please save me from any trouble. My dick better not be doing anything stupid for fuck sake.

Seonho did not know where to look, he looked towards the right at the street to see if those fans were still around, but nothing in sight. He then turned left to see whether there’s another way that they could escape, but the alley was a dead end. When he turned around, his lips brushed her forehead because they were standing so close to each other.

Geunyoung was a bit frightened and overwhelmed with the whole situation that she rested her head on Seonho’s chest while trying to catch the breath. Seonho closed his eyes at the whole situation, he was too overwhelmed with having Geunyoung literally glued to his body and now her head was resting on top of his chest. He rested his head to the wall, praying his dick wouldn’t get hard during this very critical time.

As they were still standing, they could hear the fans voice getting closer from where they were.

“Did you call the taxi already?”

“Yeah, he is gonna come soon. I already said to pick us up here”

Apparently those fans were waiting for their taxi from the side building of the club. Meaning that Seonho and Geunyoung would not be able to go out until those fans left.

Both of them were standing at the back of a bunch of used street signs that were thrown away in that alley so no one could barely see them behind those signs.

Seonho was still in his own madness from having Geunyoung breathed against his chest. They were silent for so long until he broke the silence, “are you okay?”

Geunyoung raised her head and looked at Seonho in the eye, “Yes.”

“Okay good.”

Right after he finished his answer, Geunyoung clasped Seonho’s head and brought his face closer to her face until her lips touched his.

At that time, Geunyoung did not know what was going on with herself. She had just met this guy, Kim Seonho, for the first time and as a celebrity she should be careful with meeting strangers but she just felt like she trusted him. She enjoyed their conversation in the bar, she felt like someone understood her and she has not felt that way for a long time.

She did not know if it was the alcohol kicking in or the loneliness or the fact that this Kim Seonho guy is so handsome and polite, but she just couldn’t control herself.

She started out slowly, kissing the top of his lips and pressing her lips against his. Seonho was taken aback that he just stood still not moving his lips against hers whatsoever. Geunyoung continued to kiss him deeper, now she put her other hand on top of her hand to get him closer to her face. Seonho noticed how the girl in front of him was kissing him hungrily and at that time, he could not think straight anymore he then went ahead and kissed her back. He put his hand at the back of her waist and brought her body even closer to him, as if they were not already feeling each other's breath since 15 minutes ago.

The kiss became deeper and hotter as his hand went down behind her mini dress and squeezed her ass. She reacted to Seonho’s touch by letting out a small moan inside his mouth as she brought her body even closer to Seonho and she could feel the boy got hard against her lower stomach. She continued to kiss him and raised one of her legs half way up so the boy could get better access to squeeze her ass. They finally stopped for a while to catch their breath and Seonho just went straight to her collar bone, sucking it so hard that Geunyoung could not help but let out a moan. He did not want the fans to hear them so he closed her mouth with his hand as he continued to kiss, bite and suck on the girl’s neck while still squeezing her ass. Geunyoung was having a hard time staying quiet as she felt all this sensation from her neck and her ass. She thought maybe it’s better that they just kiss so his mouth would shut her up from moaning and so she put her hands on Seonho’s ears and brought the boy’s lips back to hers. They continued to deepen the kiss and groped each other's body. Geunyoung’s legs are now completely wrapped around Seonho’s hip and she could feel his hardness rubbing against her. She then pushed her hip against his hard dick and Seonho let out a moan for the first time inside her mouth. The guy was already about to lose it when they were still in their full clothing. He then slipped his hand inside Geunyoung’s panties. He was ready to make her feel good inside. As he did that, Geunyoung whispered between their kisses, “yes,” before continuing to kiss him relentlessly again. When his fingers finally arrived at the spot, he noticed that the girl was already so wet. He inserted his three fingers inside and started moving it gently. He could feel Geunyoung shivers in pleasure every time he moved his fingers. As he continued to pleasuring her she grabbed his hair and bit his lower lip, to prevent herself from letting out a loud moan, “you’re so good fuck. I’m so close.” Seonho did not answer to what she said, he was still losing his mind. He was too horny, drunk and he was focusing on pleasuring the woman in front of him. Her low moan inside his mouth in between their kisses was like a drug to his ears. He couldn’t believe he was fingering the nation’s little sister in an alley. The actress that he just got to know her name an hour ago. Not long after, she stopped kissing him and put her head back to the wall behind her, pulling Seonho’s head as well as his tongue was still inside her and her hands were still grabbing his hair tightly, she came and he could feel her warm cum all over his fingers. They were both catching their breaths with Seonho burying his nose against her neck and Geunyoung resting her chin on top of his broad shoulders when her phone rang. He dropped her slowly as she took her phone inside her purse. “Hello? Yes I am still in that club. I was avoiding some fans so if you could turn around and pick me up from the back side of the building that would be great.” Seonho was standing beside her, looking down and his hard dick. Can you calm down now? Please. You’re not getting it tonight. He did not realize for how long they were making out in that alley but he realized then that there were no sounds of the fans anymore. They probably went home already. “So that was my manager. He’s just turning the car around, she’ll be here soon.” Geunyoung said as she fixed her hair and outfit from all the grabbing earlier. “That’s great. I think the fans are gone already.” “Thank you for saving me today.” “Sure, I mean, of course, don’t mention it.” He understood it as she was thanking him for saving her from her fans but what she actually meant was for being a gentleman throughout the evening. She was anxious with her first theatre play and she was not in her right mind, running away from her manager and had a drink alone in a club. She surely never had a stranger whom she met for the first time kissed her, let alone put his fingers inside her but there she was, standing in front of that handsome stranger. Her phone rang and both knew that she had to leave. She took a step forward towards him, put her hand behind his neck and went for a goodbye kiss. They had been kissing for god knows how many minutes but still, when she kissed him again after their make out session, he still got that butterflies in his stomach and so was she. She then parted from the kiss and walked away towards her car.

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addictofsupernatural · 5 years ago

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Emotions (pt. 4)

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Billy gets sick, and y/n goes to his house for a surprise visit.

Word Count: 1920

Chapter 1 • Chapter 3 • Chapter 5

Over the next few weeks, the two of you had done many things together and had gotten even closer. You two went to the movies, a carnival, and even drove over an hour to a beach, where he teased you about your sloppy sand castle making skills. Most of the time he was at your house, eating with your family or just hanging out. There were even times where Hopper found Billy while driving and invited him to his house for dinner.

Because of that late beach night though, Billy ended up getting sick. Although he told you over the phone that he'd be fine, you secretly made a plan to visit him at his home. He always dodged your request to go to his house, but you made a plan to make him soup after school and deliver it to him.

Going to school without Billy felt weird and different. It felt lonely again, which became a foreign feeling. People began to treat you the way they treated you before Billy. Especially in biology.

One girl sat in Billy's seat and leaned into your space. "So how's it been being Billy's little whore?"

You didn't like that. Usually you didn't care about what people said about you, but her putting down Billy's name made you mad, something you didn't really ever have to deal with.

"I'm his friend, but maybe you don't know the difference." You tried to keep your voice calm, though it was surprisingly hard. You didn't want to look at her face, you were afraid that it'd get you angrier.

"Excuse me? You really think you can speak to me like that?!" You kept your eyes focused on the window. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

You looked at her. Her hair was full of hairspray, and you could tell that her hair is naturally straight, but she curled it. She wore heavy make up, and her hair was tied up high in a scrunchie. "Okay, what am I supposed to be looking at?"

She scoffed. "Someone who's way hotter than you." She glanced at a group of girls speculating, who nodded for her to go on. "Maybe you should leave it to the pretty girls to be with the guys like Billy. You probably aren't ready to give them what they really want."

You watched her smile at the group of girls. Your anger began to disappear. You understood now. She was just a girl, trying to fit in with bad people that control other people by bullying.

You looked in her eyes. "That's the wrong mentality. If someone isn't giving you attention, then you shouldn't try to give them your attention. You should just find someone who treats you the way you want to be treated."

She had her mouth open with something to say, but nothing came out. The bell then rang, and everybody went back to their seats.

After school when Hopper picked you up he also picked up Max so she could tell you where they lived. You first went to your home to make him soup and warm tea. When you finished, you told Hopper that you and El were spending the night with Max. So he dropped the three of you off.

"Crap." Max said. "Billy's dad is home. I don't know how he'll react to you giving Billy the soup and tea."

"El might have physical powers, but I have emotional powers. It'll be fine." That caused Max to crack a small smile, with the thought of that asshole of a stepdad losing to someone for once.

The three of you stepped inside, immediately causing Neil Hargrove to stand up from the couch. He eyed you, since you seemed around Billy's age. He stuck out his hand, to which you shook. "Hello sir. It's nice to meet you." You offered him a smile.

"Hey. Mind telling me what your doing here?" You saw him glancing down your body once more, with the snug clothes that Billy had bought you on.

"Oh, my sister and I are spending the night with Max. We just wanted to make sure that she goes to school safely tomorrow in case her brother isn't well enough to take her."

"Billy's always been a lazy ass kid. He can take her to school tomorrow, and you–"

You put a hand on his shoulder, sending exhausted emotions into him. "Sir, you look beat. You should probably go to bed."

"I... No, I–" You sent stronger emotions through him. "Yeah, yeah I'll go to bed now."

As he left for his room, you unzipped your backpack to take out the dinner you made for Billy. Max knocked on the door, and you heard Billy croak out a what?! "I have a surprise for you." Max said. "I'm coming in, so you better have clothes on!"

"What the fuck is the point of knocking when you just invite yourself in?!" He sat up angrily, but then saw you. His facial expression went from annoyed to shocked.

"Hi Billy."

"Sweetheart, what are you doing here?" You calmly walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. "My dad–"

"Is in bed right now." You said. "He agreed to let me and El sleep over for Max before he went to bed." At this point Max showed El to her room, leaving the two of you alone.

"No, that can't be–" He cut himself off with a coughing fit.

"Billy." You said. "I have a way with people. Just trust me. Please?" You asked him, in a teasingly innocent way. He nodded, his face becoming more relaxed. You handed him the soup and tea. "I made these for you, so you can get better. I hope you like them."

He set them down on his dresser and scooted closer to you. He hooked his finger under your chin and raised your head. "You're too good for me doll."

You smiled gently and put your hand over the one that had your chin. As you put his hand down, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You should give yourself more credit."

He stared at you, his face beginning to feel hot. "What was that for?" He quietly asked.

You looked down in embarrassment. "Um, I saw somewhere that a kiss on the cheek was a term of endearment between someone important to you. Maybe I misinterpreted the meaning. Sorry."

He quickly put a hand on your cheek in a slight panic. "No no, sweetheart! That did mean something! I was just a little surprised, is all." You smiled and nodded, leaning into his hand. He gave you one of his charming, cheeky smiles. "Can I get another one on the lips?"

You chuckled. "No, that's different."

"It's to help me feeling better." He began to crawl closer to you.

"That's not what it means." You covered his mouth with your hand as he laid you down, trying to nuzzle his way into a kiss. "Billy!" You giggled. "Your going to get me sick!"

Max made a loud cough, stopping the two of you. "So, maybe you should put on your pajamas."

You sat up and ran your fingers through your hair. "Right! I forgot to bring something to sleep in."

"Maybe you could use one of Billy's shirts."

You looked at Billy, who nodded his head. You then grabbed a Led Zeppelin shirt while Billy stared at Max's smug face. Max did always say that he was a horny ass who would get what he deserves. He guessed that this will be that time; the thought of you in only his shirt and your underwear just sounded so hot to him, and Max was just eating it up.

As Max left, you were about to follow her before you left Billy grab your wrist. "Wait," he said, his voice low. "Can I have another kiss? Please?"

You leaned down and brushed a piece of hair from his face before kissing his forehead. "Good night Billy." You then walked out, leaving Billy to push his face into the pillow, his face burning and smiling.

"Ugh, what do even see in him?" Max asked as you put on the shirt.

You chuckled. "He's a good friend to me Max. Besides you, he's one of the people I know who treat me like a normal person."

She let out a sigh. "Whatever."

"Good morning." You said as Billy watched you put up your hair in the open bathroom. Instead of leaving your hair completely down after taking your morning shower, you put up your bed head in a half bun. "How are you feeling?"

He leaned in the door frame. "Better, thanks to you."

You smiled at him before playing with his hair and getting an idea. "Can I do something with your hair? It'll be discreet, I promise."

He wanted to say the hell you can, but looking into your eager eyes caused him to be reluctant. The two of you went to the dining room for Billy to sit down. He felt your fingers play with the lower part of his hair, and he secretly liked it.

As you finished and tied it together, Max came up and let out a chuckle. "Looks good, which is weird since you always look like crap." She smiled at him, knowing that he wouldn't say anything in front of you.

He then got up to look in the bathroom mirror, and smiled. You made a small hidden braid. It looked good. "I like it." He said as he came back.

"Really?" You beamed as he nodded. You all then ate cereal together whilst talking to each other. Billy thought of you in adoration. You somehow managed to make his shithole house into a normal one by just being there. You truly are that amazing.

As you and the two younger girls got into the car, Billy grabbed his backpack and walked out of his room to see his father standing in the door frame and looking at you. "She's pretty fine looking, don't you think?"

Billy felt disgusted at Neil thinking of you in that way. He mumbled out a yeah to please him.

"She isn't like the usual sluts you have, so you probably don't have a shot with her. I think you should go for someone a little more easy." Billy said nothing as his father walked away after that.

As Billy sat into the car, you put your hand on his thigh as the two girls were talking amongst themselves. You gave him a look, silently asking if he's okay. He gave you a small smile and a little nod. You gently squeezed his thigh before bringing your hand back and contently looking out the window. You knew that just asking was enough to make him feel a bit better.

By next week you got sick, to which Billy was at your house every night after school; you had Hopper make sure he was at school instead of with you. He tried his best to take care of you, and it made you feel a different kind of happiness. You still don't know what it is, but it makes your face burn up from the things he says and does.

One day El opened the door while you and Mike were playing a card game, and Billy sat on the ground next to you, scooping you up and putting you on his lap. He handed you a piece of paper. A flyer for prom. "Guess where we're going."

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gloomyhearts · 4 years ago

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Always by your side || Luke Patterson

Chapter eleven~ her special ability

2020

The raven haired boy arrived back at Julie’s house, more over in her room. His eyes dared to the blonde who tried to lift a frame from the dresser. The shaggy haired boy stood in front of the bookshelf, studying the pictures. Reggie himself lays down on her bed, fingers running over the fabric of her blanket.

A voice disturbed the silence, “what are you guys doing in my room?”

“Uh..”

“Um..” they stuttered, view wandering between each other.

Luke was the first to find words, “we were looking for the kitchen?”

“This..” she points toward the band, “this cant happen. Its creepy,” her eyes now glued on reggie, “get off my bed, please.”

Luke raises his arm, “hey Julie, whats in the box?”

“That’s off limits.”

“Oh. Oh okay,” he chuckles, “Girls stuff.”

Julie crosses her arms in front of her chest, anger reflects in her facial expression.

“Oh, like butterflies and glitter?”

“Oh, come on. I'm sorry about them,” Alex insists.

“It's none of your business. And yes, there might be some glitter,” she teased.

Alex holds the frame in his hands, spinning around to his friends, “hey!” he chuckles, “I actually picked something up,” when he finished the sentence the frame fell on her bed.

“I dropped it,” disappointed he looked down onto it.

“Is that your mom?”

“Yes, and it’s my favourite picture of us,” she emphasised the favourite, “you break it, I’ll break you.”

“Okay, well, sorry but we’re kinda unbreakable at this point,” Alex adds.

“I don’t get it. You guys can mess up my bed, pick up your instruments, but can’t pick up other stuff?

“I know, its hard. But for some reason, our instruments easy.”

“Yeah, like super easy. Oh and check out what I learned today,” in the next seconds his bass was in his hands, throwing him back in the beanbag.

“Yeah, that looked super easy.”

“Can I ask you guys something?” they nodded. “You told me about your sister, right? Is she a ghost too? Did you saw her? Can she do it too?”

“Well.. this one.. this one time she.. she told me she was surfing and people could see her, she could talk to them like we do and she kinda lost her mind.”

“You never told it!”

“Yeah, maybe cause you’d freak on the fact she’d leave this dark room.”

“She what?”

“Yes, she left it during the day to avoid you and at night she came back and talked to me and Luke.”

“This means, every time I thought she'd visited my dreams again to talk to me, she actually spoke with me?!”

“I remember she said something like that earlier.”

“Earlier?” His friends asked in sync.

“Well yeah you know how she can feel my mood? So do I and I felt it earlier so I searched for her and we talked,” he shrugged his shoulder as if it would be the casual thing in the world.

“Did you wanted to inform us about it?” Alex questions running his hand through his hair.

“I don’t know, if she came up in our conversation maybe..”

Their little argumentation was disturbed by a knocking on the door and Julie’s dad sticking his head in the door, “everything okay?”

“Yeah. Im fine.” Luke let go of Alex’s hand, he had clutched against his chest.

“Okay. I thought I heard you talking to someone.”

“Nope. Must’ve been my laptop.. that I just closed.”

“Okay, if you need anything..” he points to the door.

“Yeah. Thanks.” This was his clue to leave, he closed the door and the attention of the girl was abruptly on the raven haired boy.

“Your dad seems like the kind of guy who likes to barbecue. I bet he has a great ribs recipe.”

“I don’t know. But if you guys wanna talk to me, we have to do it in the studio. He’s worried about me enough as it is.”

“He seems chill. You should just tell him about us,” luke suggests.

“You’re kidding right?” she sighs, “the past year, everyones been watching over me, being super nice, as if theyre waiting for me to snap. If I tell my dad I met a ghost band, I’ll be back to talking to Dr. Turner three days a week.”

“You probably shouldn’t tell him.”

“Julie…”

“Oh my gosh! I told you to leave it alone!”

“I know. You shouldn’t have said nothing cause now I cant stop thinking about it, so.. Whats in the box Julie?”

“It’s just my dream box, okay? Whenever I get a thought, I write it down and get it out of my mind.”

“Like lyrics?” His body shifts so he faced Alex, they both knew exactly what the other was thinking; this was like Sabrina’s green book, every little thing which crossed her mind was written down in it.

‘Where is it now? I had it in my bag at the Orpheum, I couldn’t just lose it right?’

“They would be if I still wrote music like I used to with my mom. Now it’s full of stuff that doesn’t make me sad.”

“But, I mean, you do play. We heard you this morning,” Alex raised from his seat stepping closer to her.

“In the garage?” Luke hits alex upper arm, brows knitted.

“So you were there too?”

“Uh.. I don’t…” his voice a pinched ton.

“uh he was, like..,” Reggie's voice on the same level.

“We were..”

“Somewhere.”

“So, where is you kitchen, by the way,” the shaggy haired tried to distract her. He rested his head in his palm as he laid on her bed, also with puppy eyes.

“Okay, we need to set some boundaries,” she bend down to his level, “for starters, stay out of my room!”

“Mm-hmm. Cristal clear. Let’s go.”

“We're leaving,” they made their way over to the door.

“Yes, ma’am! We’re out of here.”

Moments later Alex’s head was in the room again, “hey. Um, sorry I didn’t mean to bother you. Did you get back into your music program?”

“No.. no I didn’t.”

“I’m sorry. That really sucks,”

“thanks.” His eyes wanders around the room and silence felt over the pair.

“is that it?”

“Yeah. Yeah, this is getting weird,” she waves at him and he leaves her alone.

The band was back in the studio sitting spread across the room. Reggie tugs on his bass, Alex head rests on the drum, Luke’s eyes glued to the roof.

“You know guys, I really miss her,” the shaggy haired boy whined, “but I can't forgive her, not after all those years. I mean she ignored me twenty-five years, like.. wait she’s stubborn she can and will if she wants. But I thought…”

“Shut up, talk to her or leave it,” Alex exhales.

“that’s the point, where is she, what should I say, whats her response.”

“You’ll never know if you don’t do it.”

There was a knock on the studio door and through the window were some blonde strands visible which floaded in the wind.

Reggie sat up, his eyes laid on the door, “should we open the door? Is that her?”

“Come in!”

Sabrina poofed herself into the room but was still in a good distance to the boy.

“I shouldn’t be here, I know but.. I.. mm..”

Alex was fast on his feet, embracing her fragile body, although they weren’t alive anymore they both still had their special scent which felt like home for each other.

“I was an ass, Will. And I should have listened to you but I was so heated that you didn’t told that we were dead for twenty-five years.”

Their little moment was interrupted by the guitarist who taped Alex’s shouler letting him know they weren’t alone.

“Brina. I was so selfish and full of anger. I .. I really missed you and your voice. I’m sounding like Alex but I’d probably should had listen to you and your point of view.”

“Yeah right. It’s.. never mind. I should get going.”

“No Will stay.”

“Right, we have to introduce you somebody.”

“It’s this Julie, right? Yeah, she’s impressive, you should probably play with her, push her and all this,” Sabrina shruggs her shoulders and Reggie locked his eyes with her, a brow raised; he felt it and she knew it.

Luke’s eyes lit up as she mentioned her voice, “yeah she is stunning,” the grief in her grew and Reggie’s eyes widened. Alex looks between the two, seeing her eyes are welling up.

“Do you mind if I talk with Will in private?”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

“That’s bullshit. Talk to me Sabrina.”

“It’s just, y’all hate me and I understand but you have to understand me too. And now with this girl, I’m losing you and Luke, the way he looks at her…”

“How would you even know?”

“This morning when she sang, I was there, I saw you, her, everyone. And… and I really wanted to hug you, talk to you but I couldn’t.“

“But I didn’t saw you?”

“Well yesterday I saw the three of you at the orpheum, you even passed me as well as this tall man in smoking and black coat. He bumped your shoulder but went straight through me, it drove me crazy so I wanted to speak to you and I knew where I would find you so I came here. First, I.. I was in the garage as well but then you three poofed in and I left, then y’all were outside as well and your eyes laid on me so I thought you saw me.”

“But I didn’t.. but then suddenly you were.”

“I was, the whole time.”

“How’s that possible? Are you superman?”

“I don’t know but we’d try if people see me without surfing if I want to. I mean not Julie cause she can see you without you playing your instruments.”

“Her friend Flynn, she can't we should do it...”

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allisondraste · 5 years ago

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on writing kiddos

Hi, hello there, it’s me again back with the first bit of meta in a really long time. I’ve been incredibly distracted with school as well as my longfic, which was actually the inspiration for this post. Just to provide some context, I write a story that spans the lives of my two protagonists from the time they are young children, all the way to their mid twenties, highlighting pivotal moments in their childhood that have had some lasting impact on their present day selves, and as such, I have spent quite a lot of time writing from the perspective of precocious kids and moody teens.

Fortunately, I love kids, and I’ve had years of experience in both being a big sister and working professionally with kids as both a childcare worker and a therapist. I’ve gotten to spend a lot of time around kiddos and learn the inner workings of their amazing, rapidly developing brains, and so I’m here to share some of the things I��ve learned AND how it can be applied in a writing situation. I know that lots of people have apprehensions when writing kids, and so I hope that my anecdotal tips will be helpful to someone out there.

I’ll drop the rest behind a handy dandy read more to spare your all’s feeds. ;D

Age and Cognitive Development

When we write adult characters, part of getting their characterization pinned down is understanding how they think, and the same thing applies to kiddos! Cognitive and socio-emotional development are long-researched topics, so there are a multitude of varying theories, and it can be quite complex to break down into neat categories that apply to all kids. In fact, all kids develop at different rates, despite following the same general trajectory.

Generally speaking, children start out understanding the world primarily through their senses, reflexes, and movements (interactions with the environment), and end with a fairly complex system of abstraction and understanding of hypotheticals. (Note that these development ranges are based upon those who are neurotypical and neurodiverse characters would not necessarily have the same markers, so if anyone has any specific tips for writing neurodiverse kids and would like to chime in, please feel free to do so!)

0-2 years - highly sensory/motor based, lots of reflexes; learn the difference between self and environment and differences between objects. Emotions develop more rapidly, beginning with anger, disgust, fear, surprise, happiness, and gradually developing more and more complicated feelings. Even at 2 years old, they are likely to not have a solid grasp on labeling the ways they are feeling, and things are mostly behavioral and reflexive.

2-7 years - children begin to understand symbols and develop language, beginning with the basics and progressing to fairly complex thoughts. Children between these ages think in a very concrete fashion and are highly reliant upon objects, but they do begin to pretend and roleplay. Children around these ages are egocentric and usually struggle to take the perspective of others. However, they begin to develop the ability to identify and express their feelings and thoughts simply, but struggle to understand the thoughts and feelings of others.

Mommy had a scrunched up face when she looked a the mess in the house. Billy didn’t really know why her face did that sometimes. (approx 4ish)

7 - 11(ish) - Development of perspective-taking and concrete problem-solving. Thoughts gradually become more complex and holistic, though children at this stage of development take things literally, and at face-value. They typically can understand their own feelings and infer the feelings of others from facial expressions, body language, etc., although they may be inaccurate in their assumptions.

Mommy’s face scrunched up when she looked at the mess Billy made in the floor. It was the same face she made when Daddy didn’t take his shoes off before stepping on the carpet. It usually meant mommy was annoyed (Approx. 7-8)

Mom’s face wrinkled when she looked at the mess Billy had left in the floor. He began to pick his things up so she wouldn’t fuss at him. (Approx 10 or 11)

11+ - The ability to think in the abstract and understand hypotheticals begins to develop around age 11, however, it’s different for everyone. Children and teens usually start to have rather complex thoughts and make inferences based on subtle cues. They’re able to manipulate information mentally and come to develop their own opinions and conclusions.

Billy’s mother wasn’t even home yet, and he could already see the look on her face she would have when she saw the mess on the floor. He hurredly began to scrub the stain from the rug. He was going to be in so much trouble. He knew it.

Teenagerdom - Most teens have all the complex thoughts and emotions that adults have, but often have less experience and/or ability to cope with and regulate those thoughts and feelings. Many teens are stuck in this place of being expected to behave in an adult way, while still being treated as a child. It’s a rough time. Not to mention, teenagers experience a re-emergence of egocentrism that takes the form of “Everyone is watching and judging me all the time,” and also “Nobody has ever experienced what I am experiencing and if they have experienced it, then they haven’t experienced it to this degree.” That all settles down with cognitive maturation and experiences; however, the experiences of teenagers often extend well into the 20s.

Examining the mess on the floor, Billy knew that his mother was going to kill him. Murder. She’d chew him up and spit him back out, never to see the light of day again. It was the end. Unless of course he could scrub the stubborn stain from the rug. This had to be the worst thing that could have possibly happened.

Personal Experience and Intelligence

As I mentioned above, those age ranges are broad, general “this is sort of what should be happening when,” but they’re more guidelines rather than hard and fast rules. When writing children, it is helpful to consider the personal experiences a child has had in their lives up to that point as well as their intelligence. Those are not the measure of a person (even a little one), but they make a huge difference in the rate at which a child matures and interacts with the world. Generally kids who have more difficult upbringings and those who end up parenting themselves and/or caring for siblings, often seem older than they really are, particularly in regard to their behavior.

Just to provide some examples for reference, the children that I write in my story are mostly nobles who have relatively comfortable, safe, and happy childhoods. My Cousland, Liss, is generally a carefree, impulsive, emotional, messy, privileged child, and so I modeled her development more closely in line with the “guidelines.” Nathaniel is also a noble, but he’s more thoughtful, and has kind of been placed into a parental role in that his dad is emotionally abusive at the very least, and after his mother dies, he is the rock that his siblings stand on, and at that point in time, he is only 10. He has to grow up a lot faster than he may have had to otherwise. As a very strong counterpoint, there are other characters who do not have any environmental privileges during their childhood. A very good portrayal of this sort of thing is this comparison of Isabela and Hawke’s respective upbringings.

Both intelligence and life experiences can lead to a quicker rate of cognitive development and maturation in some cases, that does not mean that they are “grown up” or in anyway done developing. Even the brightest kids, even the kids who have faced unbelievable adversity are still kids and they often still experience impulsivity, emotion dysregulation, and other things that one might not see in adults with the same experiences. Furthermore, some kids may not even experience advanced development, instead regressing from the lack of social support and modeling from attachment figures.

Basically, nothing is hard and fast.

Personality

The next thing I wanted to touch upon is personality. I think there is a tendency to portray all kids as Standard Kids (which I have endearingly coined Standard Kid Syndrome). It is all well and good if the intention is just to show a Standard Kid; however, if you really want to dig deep into a character, into who that child is, it’s so important to consider personality traits. From birth, children have dispositions, and as they grow and learn more about themselves and the world, those dispositions become personality. Personality traits should shine through very early on! Kids can be open to experience or rigid and anxious, they can be introverted or extroverted, they can be impulsive or restrained, they can be aggressive, meek, funny, serious, meticulous, silly, cool, gruff, grumpy, snarky, sassy, nerdy, quirky, shy, friendly, withdrawn, and so on and so forth. Children are new humans; they are not incomplete humans.

The Kid Voice

When writing from the point of view of a child, all of the things discussed above factor into word choice. Just like writing adult characters, the way a kid talks in dialogue, or narrates even, is influenced by a blend of so many different things. Young kids’ descriptions are going to have simpler sentence structures and words. They may introspect less and observe more. They may express themselves through their bodies and actions more. They may have trouble describing what they’re feeling, or understanding what they’re seeing. Teens may describe things more dramatically and intensely than similar adults would. They may not. What is important is considering the mix of traits and experiences they have in relation to cognitive development. It’s really no different from writing any other character. It just takes research and planning to get in The Zone.

TL;DR

- Understanding how kids think is a good starting point to writing kids

- Personal experiences, intelligence, and the interaction of qualities can influence how a child thinks in a multitude of ways

- Kids have personalities! They’re not blank slates that have yet to be filled. They are whole people, and it’s good to give proper care to show those unique, wonderful little minds that they have

- It’s not so much different than writing adults! It just takes some time spent looking through a different lens!

- This is not a comprehensive reference by any means, so please feel free to chime in!

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thegreenestofbeans · 6 years ago

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I know i don’t usually do long text posts like this bc i hate cluttering up this blog but gkfjjkggl (feel free to scroll past)

WARNING: Ducktales Spoilers for The Golden Spear

okay but... can we just talk about this for a sec

Throughout the episode, we see how hopeful Della is to return to her family and how insanely stressed Donald is from trying so hard to take care of everyone and how his plans to take even a couple of minutes to relax are constantly thrown off course by crazy stuff happening, usually because of the kids he’s trying to take care of. it’s also awesome because it’s just showcasing how much he’s been sacrificing for the past ten years. Props to Huey for at least trying to help Donald. he’s just a good boi trying to help his dad and i love him

(speaking of which, this moment is amazing. protective dad donald is best donald, plus he looks so cool with that chainsaw and the facial expression gsjbdbfhks)

Meanwhile, Della is still doing what she’s been trying to do, but now she finally has some success, and most importantly, hope. She finally has exactly what she needs and isn’t alone anymore, but of course Penumbra isn’t taking too kindly to all of this. And let me just say, i was kinda dumb to not see that the general was the evil one there. Something seemed odd about him, but i kept brushing it off, so that’s pretty much just on me xD

and just... wow. It’s actually really beautiful to see della recounting her adventures. she has such hope and joy in her voice and you can just tell that she’s feeling happy just thinking about it, and she wants so badly to see her boys and to create that same kind of life with them, not even knowing about everything that they’ve already been through.

Not to mention, Della is absolutely adorable here. I just love her dynamic with Penny and how she’s just so joyful and teasing, and it’s a delight to see her character traits shine through in those interactions, especially since we have never seen her interact with other people before she met them in s2e7.

And donald is just... oof. I feel so bad for him ;-; someone pls get my poor baby a break and an appreciation day

...which is exactly why i was so happy to see them doing exactly that in the next scene. These little moments of donald appreciation make me so happy you have no idea. When his kids acknowledge him and understand how hard he works for them, it’s just so wonderful!!!! aaaaah i love them all

(also scrooge is there too and he’s smiling 💗 my heaartt)

and finally... this.

I have to say... i did not expect for della to return in this episode. I thought it would show her progress and how she’s holding up with the moon peeps, but... i could never have been prepared for this. Judging by how she looks like she’s alone in those moments after shadow war and last christmas, I thought that something would happen between her and penumbra, leaving her on her own to fend for herself once more. So... these next few moments i could have never EVER been prepared for, let me tell ya that right off the bat.

I screamed when della actually got on the ship and managed to take off. When the ship was actually working, when it started heading right towards earth, when her eyes started filling with tears... wow.

While the plot twist with the general should have been predicted, i still thought it was pretty solid. Now i’ve changed my opinion on both of em: I love Penny and the general can go jump into a crater! xD also, that little tidbit of info that he gave penumbra at the end? how della apparently said that penny reminded her of a certain someone? ow.

and then... Donald happened.

Donald... Donald sweetie, why must you hurt me in this way

he was so sure

Despite everything, THE MOMENT HE SAW THE SHIP HE KNEW THAT IT WAS HIS SISTER

when donald yelled “DELLA?!” i... i could not

Fun fact: up until this point (excluding young donnie), Donald has never said della’s name in the show. And... that hope and desperation and excitement in his voice, the childlike expectation that you hear when he says “Della, where are you??” and the fact that he just dropped absolutely everything behind him and reached out for her at that sign of hope after years and years of thinking that she was completely gone, just... shatters my heart into a million pieces.

And the saddest part? They were so close.

They had only just missed each other but donald’s bad luck struck again. They were so close to actually being able to be together again after so many years and della didn’t even get to catch a glimpse of him before he was launched off. He was so close to her and that hope was ripped away from him because of an unlucky accident, right after the first accident had been finally resolved.

And then... Donald is gone. Just like that, Della is finally home, but her brother isn’t there to see it. Another sad part (as if there weren’t enough already)? He has probably been dreaming, waiting, hoping, wishing for this day to come for years. He thought she was gone, but he came running at the first sign of her because he has been quietly wishing that this day would somehow come and his hope of that has probably been dying for the past ten years, although not truly extinguished. He wanted to be there if he ever lived to see that day that della would return and find him there with her three sons, and she had been waiting for that same day too.

Instead, the moment that one returns, the other, by unlucky coincidence, is gone. And nothing could be more heartbreaking.

It is so cruel. In that moment, fate is just so insanely cruel and i cannot stop thinking about how agonizing everything must be for donald. He was so stressed out that his feathers were just falling out and his family finally gave him his room, only for him to be hurt in the most cruel way possible. And as for della, sure she will be reunited with her kids, but... not with her twin there. Not with the brother who she missed so much and who raised her kids and who sacrificed everything for her.

I know that they’ll notice he’s gone, but... for now, they think he’s just on vacation and Della still won’t be able to see him. I personally have mixed feelings about it plot wise, since it’s sending us flying (no pun intended) from one plot point to the next, but we just have to wait and see how it plays out.

For now, I’ll just be here in my corner crying over cartoon ducks and screaming into the void T_T feel free to join me, I have ice cream

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 5 years ago

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70 years of Pain

Warning: Language, sadness, angst

Summary: Steve visits his sister in prison and asks questions that have been bugging everyone.

70 years of grief

It had been Two months since (y/n) arresting. Steve had made it a habit of visiting her every Sunday. They didn’t talk about the past 70 years instead they talk about what they used to do as kids. Friends family they talked like none of it had aged none of it had disappeared or died off. It was like what happened didn’t happen.

“Hey, what are you doing ?” Steve asked as he stepped into the lab he had just come back from his Sunday trip and Friday had informed him that Tony was still up. He was sitting at his desk scrolling through his tablet.

“She’s 102″

“We’ve established this and you’re the only one who is shocked by it.”

“I know I’m not shocked by her age I’m shocked by what she has been doing and how no one else has noticed yet. Look at this” Tony connected his tablet on the big screen and began scrolling through “ We’ve never been able to get facial recognition until now and... Your sister has been apart of every major and little event in history. Walt Disney opened Disney land in 1955 your sister is in the background, 1964 with Martin Luther King Jr., here she is with the Black Panthers, here she is marching for abortions, 1968 her she is standing in the background of JFK’s assassination maybe she killed him-”

“it was actually Bucky”

“what”

“...9/11...here is a picture of her helping people out of the tower. She has shaken hands with every single president and each time she was wearing the exact same dress. I’m more shocked that no one has noticed your sister than anything else. She’s 102 and hasn’t been caught yet. That’s amazing. She met my dad. That’s holy shit.”

“What did you expected she did nothing but killed for the last seven decades?”

“No, but I didn’t think she did all this. It’s kind of a slap to the face when you think about it. Shield has been looking for her for years and she has been hiding in plain sight for years.”

Steve smiled as he looked at one of the pictures. It was (y/n) shaking hands with Obama. “ (Y/n)’s not dumb. She’s a very smart girl. Top of her class. She was supposed to be a teacher. You should go to bed Tony don’t dwell on things like this.” he turned around and walked away.

“This is your sister Steve don’t you want to help her”

“she hasn’t asked for help”

“Bucky didn’t ask for help and he got it” Steve flinched as he came to a stop but didn’t turn around or say anything he continued walking.” Go to bed Tony”

Tony watched through the glass walls as Steve walked away. The anger was obvious in the way he walked off. His sister was an obvious soft spot. In the beginning, Tony thought of her as another hired assassin for some sick organization in the dark just another killer. But now she seemed to be a bit more complicated.

“You know you’re not that bad.”

“Why don’t you hate me?”

“Wow, that’s how we’re starting this one” (Y/n) laughed but Steve was dead serious. It was Sunday again and Steve was paying his weekly visit. They were separated by a big thick glass he sat in a melt chair on one side while she was strapped down to a seat on the other side. Although it looked like she was more comfortable than him.

“Why don’t you hate me? I abandon you with no one to love I took away your love and left you with nothing. I made promises and I broke all of them. Hell, I made Bucky break his promises too. Hate me, please” Steve was basically begging for pain but all she did was a smile.

“Once upon a time I hated, oh did I hate you hard. And it grew greater when you came out of that ice. I was relieved you were alive but I also hated you more. Especially when I found out how happy you were in this life. You left me to take a long nap then wake up and join this big flash family. That’s not fucking fair.

...I had the Barnes for a while but they eventually kicked me to the curve because I reminded them too much of their son and they couldn’t take it. I didn’t get a happy ending so I didn’t want you to get a happy ending either. I planned to kill you. But then I saw you with them and you were so happy happier than you have ever been and I couldn’t bring myself to take it away and I didn’t deserve to be apart of it either. “ Her smile was gone honestly this was the first time Steve had seen her without a smile and it looked like she age years without it.

“Bucky doesn’t remember you”

“I know. I actually found him before you did.” she laughed a bit “ He was on a mission we crossed paths I was so happy to see him I just wanted to jump in his arms and I did and he stabbed me. And that’s when my dumbass realized he didn’t know who I was that he wasn’t my Bucky. That he had changed. I made this big plan to sneak him out of Hydra. But that plan didn’t go anywhere as you and your friends destroyed Shield and Hydra and I lost him. I went looking for him but you found him before I could.” she frowned at the memory.

Steve frowned as he realized “ I took him from you again”

“You did”

“I’m sorry”

“no, you’re not”

“I am”

“Then you would have told him about me. Guard, I’m ready to go back now” A guard came in to wheel her away she could hear Steve banging on the glass and begging for her.

“no, no, no (Y/n) please no. I’m sorry, I’m sorry please don’t go. Please stay, please... you just got back please don’t leave me”

She whispered for the guard to stop and listen as Steve struggled with guards. Apparently, in a fit of anguish and heartache, he cracked the glass.

“Funny isn’t it, those were my exact words that night when you walked out on me. Now I’m walking out on you... it hurts, doesn’t it” And the guard continued wheeling her out and down to her cell. Fury was leaning against the wall outside of her cell he watched as they unstrapped her. Although he held no expression she knew he had heard their conversation. After the guard unstrapped her and locked her cell he walked away leaving the two of them alone. Fury waited a few seconds before speaking.

“I don’t want him back here” but she cut him off “ I don’t want to see him again. This was the last one”

Fury just nodded and walked away without a word.

(Y/n) didn’t say or do anything else she just laid in her bed and went to sleep with deep pain in her chest her heart. She slept soundly because she was used to it she carried it for 70 years. Honestly, she wouldn’t mind carrying it for a few more it was all she knew. All she remembers.

It wasn’t until Steve was back at the tower and in his own room that he got the call. It was Fury he didn’t sugar coat it he didn’t prepare him the message was quick and painless like a bandaid. He didn’t wait for the cry afterward he hung up.

Steve collapsed to his knees at the end of his bed and sobbed. He cried, he cried for his sister he cried for the sister he used to have and for the sister he had now. He cried for the sister he lost as well as the time. He cried all night just like she did 70 years ago.

“Flowers, don’t you know how to charm the ladies” (Y/n) laughed as she gave Bucky Peck taking the flowers replacing the old flowers on the table from last week.

“You’re the only lady I’m looking to charm,” he says as he comes to hug her from behind kissing cheek and neck. She turned around in his arms and wrapped hers around his neck pulling him into a kiss she giggles into the kiss. Bucky falls back on to the couch pulling her on to his lap. Their kiss becomes deeper and more passionate. Someone cleared their throat. They pulled away to see Steve awkwardly sitting on the other end of the couch looking forward.

“I don’t mind you guys dating, I actually love it but please don’t tongue each other down while in the same room as me.”

“Why don’t you go check on dinner Steve”

“You’re just trying to get me out of the room so you can continue making out.” he pouted for a moment but then got up and marched away “There better be mac & cheese.”

“He has been craving mac & cheese”

“me too” he smiled.

“BUCKY SHE MADE PIE” he chuckled as he heard Steve go crazy over her pie. He could imagine him sitting in front of the oven watching the food cook.

“You made a pie?”

“I wanted something sweet”

“You’re sweet enough” he kisses her again “ God where would I be without you?”

“alone”

Bucky woke up in tears and deep heavy pain in his chest. He was alone.

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