#not all 400 of them ofc but they make their little groups and find at last a sense of belonging that they never had on earth

[mariusslonelysoul]

I'm just saying, i sincerely doubt anybody in the crew of the enterprise (or any other starship) is completely sound emotionally and/or mentally. Not to sound like bones, but you gotta be a little messed up in the head to want to spend years in the dark of space, love for science and adventure or not

[nicherayyy]

ok. i have the most amazing idea. child reader, but they're from south park and hung around stan's group all the time before moving. (the list of crimes is astronomical, just like cartman and them). basically la squadra and south park! child! reader. bonus points if they have immortality like kenny

Anon you are genius!! And South Park is literally one of my fav shows

TW: cursing, mention of really disturbing crimes and cannibalism (not from reader's side ofc) but it's South Park so there's nothing to be shocked with

La Squadra x Child! South Park! Reader

No one in La Squadra has any idea how they ended up in this situation.. with you.. the most feral 8 year old they ever saw.

Risotto def didn't expect this, I mean, you're just a child, what can go wrong?

Everything.

Everything goes wrong.

At first he didn't even want to tell you about the whole assassin thing. Cuz you know, you're a literal child. You actually found out by accident, finding some random documents on Risotto's desk.

And the last thing Ris wanted was to scare you. He was about to explain himself and that whatever they do, they have no intentions to hurt you while you just listened, like.. it didn't even bothered you?

The only thing you said was:

"Dude I don't really care what you do for a living"

The poor man was too stunned to speak.

Prosciutto HATES your cursing habit. Sometimes he thinks you're an old sailor that saw some things, not a child. You've got a bigger vocabulary than the whole La Squadra combined, I'm not even joking.

He tried to make you stop cursing, he really did.

Pros, in fact, didn't succeed.

"Oh fuck"

"Language"

"Shut up old fart"

"What did you just say??"

Yeah, he can't do this anymore.

Poor Pesci is terrified. How can a child be like.. this??! Children must be naive and innocent, but you?? Ohhh you're the other case.

You actually find it funny that Pesci is so scared of your stories about your old times in South Park. Pls stop traumatising him.

And you're just telling this at random times, which scares him even more.

"Oh, that's a nice chili, I remember my friend ate something like that once"

"Oh.. was it with beef too?"

"No, it was with his enemy's parents"

"WHAT"

Can I just say no one ate chili that day?

Illuso thinks it's amusing, really.

"I'll pay 200 lira if you go and say all curse words you know to Formaggio right now"

"400 lira and we have a deal"

But I won't lie, your stories are scaring him sometimes.

"You know I died once"

"Eh??"

Sometimes he thinks you saw more than him.

Formaggio really likes your stories. But one small issue, he thinks that most of your stories are a joke. Because how can an 8 year old saw so many disturbing things? Of course, it must be just your imagination.

Oh how wrong he was.

"I once was arrested for starting a Peruvian flute band with my friends"

"Haha, yeah, nice"

"And the government sent us to Peru"

"Of course, I believe you"

Actually, Melone is more interested in all your "I died once" thing. Like how?? You just rise from the dead?

"Dude, chill, my friend literally does the same"

So there's another immortal child?? What are you two, Jesus??

"I don't know it's because of some shitty cult I guess?"

"What cult??"

But anyway, he's interested in you in scientific way and doesn't care much about your little crime stories.

Ohhh, Ghiaccio and you are buffing every day. Morning, day, and night.

You just take any opportunity to piss him off. One day for example you pronounced your words wrong (he still remembers that).

Or you can start an argument with him about anything. No matter how small it is. The whole team now tries to distract you so they won't hear Ghiaccio's screams.

"Would you ever stop being so annoying?"

"I don't know, would you ever stop being such a bitch?"

And there it goes.

[imakemywings]

Below will be fanfic recs for ASOIAF, 80 DAYS, THE BURNING KINGDOMS, and TOLKIEN. Once again, I’ve tried to break the Tolkien recs down by character groupings but you all know what a thankless task that is. (。・ω・。)

(Photo credit to Michael Anfang on Unsplash.)

Past fanfic rec lists

80 Days

One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy by Prox - T - 11.1k - Fogg/Passpartout - Wonderful characterizations; the author really captures Fogg's voice and keeps it feeling in-character throughout his tribulations.

ASOIAF/GOT

It's a Long Way from the Red Keep by Storytelling_Necromancer - T - 703 - Cersei/Jaime - The Lannisters and the Folgers incest commercial. What more needs to be said?

The Burning Kingdoms

Cautionary Tale by @meadowlarkx - M - 1.4k - Malini/Priya, Mani Ara/Priya - Lark blows it out of the water with the character dynamics here, and Mani Ara preying on Priya post-TOS when she's vulnerable, particular wrt her feelings for Malini, feels so on-point.

Tolkien

Sindar

A Word and a Kiss by Miss Kitty - NR - 1k - Luthien/Thuringwethil -  An oldie but a goodie–this take on Luthien and Thuringwethil has me foaming. Exquisite vibes!

Duet by @welcomingdisaster - E - 4.2k - Daeron/Maglor - Lena plays with a really interesting take on the emotional power of song on the singer in Tolkien’s verse. And some lovely Daemags sex!

Everybody Needs a Second Chance by myliobatis - G - 1.2k - Thingol & Turgon - This fic was just such a delight, a funny little fic about Thingol and Turgon meeting in Aman.

Interlude in a Minor Key by yletylyf - M - 2.5k - Aredhel/Luthien - Cute PWP with Aredhel and Luthien.

It Would Make Every Nightingale Sing by eye_of_a_cat - M - 6.6k - Elwing/Maedhros - The pairing is certainly unusual, but this author makes it work so well and follows such a captivating arc of development for it.

Love is Not Love Which Alters When it Alteration Finds by i_did_not_mean_to - E - 3.5k - Melian/Thingol - Delightful Thelian piece which just revels in the strangeness of their relationship and how much each of them enjoys it.

More Precious was the Light in Your Eyes by @searchingforserendipity25 - G - 1k - Daeron/Man OFC - Such a tender look at Daeron’s growth post-exile.

The Myth Hanging Heavy Over You by stormfallen - G - 1.1k - Elrond & Elwing - UGH so painful and tasty Elrond parental angst. I really love the framing techniques of this piece.

No Sacrifice Without Blood by everythingnumbs - M - 18.9k - Luthien/Thuringwethil -  F/F LONGFIC! A tasty 18k of Luthien imprisoned by Celegorm and visited by whom she thinks is a servant of his…all the while plagued with unsettling and lurid dreams…

Stained Glass by @polutrope - G - 400 - Elrond & Elwing - Bittersweet tenderness when Elrond arrives in Aman and seeks out his mom. Love this for them <3

Untitled by @swanmaids - NR - Dior/Nimloth - I looove the uncertainty here where neither Dior or Nimloth really know what to expect from their experience with children because of Dior’s strange blood. Also, love the use of the Silmaril for their own needs.

Wildflowers: The Tale of Aredhel and Luthien by lightofthetrees - G - 10.3k - Aredhel/Luthien - A sweet AU fic where Aredhel escapes into Doriath with Maeglin, who grows up there instead of in Nan Elmoth. I really enjoyed the glimpses into their lives in Doriath and the ending suited them very well!

Wild-Wandering by Wood and Glen by @meadowlarkx - M - 1.7k - Daeron/Luthien - Beautiful writing which so brings you into the physical and emotional space of this tragic fem!Daeron/Luthien story.

Winter Glowed on her Leaves by BloodwingBlackbird - M - 1.2k - Galadriel/Luthien - Luthien is a powerful force on Galadriel and I love her as a perpetual “what-if” in Galadriel’s memory.

Woman Into Bird by arriviste - T - 6k - Earendil/Elwing - Beautiful, heartbreaking Elwing piece. The final scene is a gut-punch.

Noldor

Berries and Starlight by Narya_Flame - T - 829 - Indis/Miriel - Indis and Miriel out during the winter <3 Does an excellent job capturing the natural atmosphere and I love the energy between the women!

Crescendo by Gilithlin - E - 3.7k - Daeron/Maglor - Fantastic Daemags; I was just delighted with Daeron’s character portrayal here.

Fouled Water by @grey-gazania - G - Another touching look at Elves and the land they inhabit, and the tragedy of Beleriand.

Her That I Call My Own by LiveOakWithMoss - M - 644 - Indis/Miriel - Tasty Mindis smut with feelings <3

Glasshouses by @searchingforserendipity25 - 2.5k - G - Glorfindel/Turgon -  Ahh such a sweet relationship here and wonderful characterization of both Glorfindel and Turgon <3

Indissoluble by @polutrope - E - 2.5k - Idril/Tuor/Voronwe - P does such a great job showing characters are are comfortable with each other and really beyond being embarrassed about their sexual foibles. This fic also does a great job balancing a committed three-way relationship!

The Kinslayer in the Woods by @elvain - T - 4.5k - Daeron/Maglor - Love this portrayal of Daeron, as well as the games he and Maglor play to avoid having to be who they are.

Life in Miniature by @thescrapwitch - G - 2.8k - This is SUCH a lovely little fic surrounding the memory of Gondolin in Aman. Author does an excellent job of weaving in the views and feelings of many characters and it feels so true to Elves’ strong memories, particularly to places.

Like I'm Set on Fire by corollaire - M - 808 - Indis/Miriel - Tasty Mindis oral; see Miriel on her knees for Indis.

One Whole with My Other by lonelyvisitor - E - 4.2k - Indis/Miriel - Now obsessed with the idea that Miriel and Indis are legally married to each other vis-a-vis Finwe. The author does a wonderful job with the feelings here.

Peaches We Devour, Dusty Skin and All by @niennawept - M - 2.2k -Aredhel/Elenwe -  Some very tasty Aredhel/Elenwe! Their dynamic here is sexy and the pull towards each other warring with Elenwe’s goals for herself 👌

The Most Precious of Treasures by AroaceMoon - E - 651 - Celebrimbor & Sauron - SHIT this dialogue is tasty and ever so painful. Silvergifting.

The Love I've Found by Corollaire - 1.4k - M - Indis/Miriel - Modern AU Mindis fluff with bonus kid shenanigans from Feanor. It’s so cute!

Picnic by @swanmaids - E - 1.6k - Aredhel/Vana - Ahh! Here we get the Aredhel/Vana partner relationship to Celegorm/Orome and I love it!! Vana is so carefree and relaxed here, but still concerned with Aredhel’s feelings <3

Pity For Your Hurts by @thelordofgifs - 666 - G - Finduilas/Gwindor - Finduilas and Gwindor before his capture </3 This piece captures a very ~courtly love~ kind of feel in their relationship and despite differences, you can see how much they care for each other.

The Plans We Make, the Memories We Record by LadyBrooke - M - 1k - Indis/Miriel - Bittersweet Mindis (w/ hints of Finwe/Indis/Miriel) as these women struggle to move on in the wake of everything that’s happened.

Sawdust by @starspray - T - 559 - Findis & Finwe - I love this exploration of Findis’ relationship with Finwe! I feel like that’s one that isn’t often explored and it’s done very well here.

Shadow-Song by Arveldis - T - 730 - Finrod & Sauron - This ficlet does an excellent job capturing the power play between Finrod and Sauron, as well as making Sauron terrifying.

Shadows of Valiance by Midnightjynx1813 - G - 2.5k - Azaghal/Maedhros - Azaghal and Maedhros bonding! This author works poetry into the fic to great effect and I really enjoyed how much Maedhros comes to rely on Azaghal.

Sometimes Too Hot the Eye of Heaven Shines by @welcomingdisaster - M - 2.6k - Celebrimbor/Narvi, Celebrimbor & Sauron - Crunchy look at the dynamics between Celebrimbor, Narvi, and Sauron from Sauron’s perspective.

To Give Up Control by @jouissants - NR - Maglor/Uinen - Ahhh just delicious Maglor/Uinen…Alix’s descriptions are always SO vivid and beautiful.

Two Queens by LiveOakWithMoss - E - 262 - Indis/Miriel - Miriel sure knows her way around a strap.

Untitled by @that-angry-noldo - Finrod at torment with Sauron :’) Author really does well with Sauron’s otherworldly presence and the fear that causes.

Untitled by @jouissants - NR - MY FUCKING HEART. Five sentences and I’m gone. Finrod stop hurting me challenge 2k24.

Untitled by @tanoraqui - NR - Feanor & Fingolfin - Love that tasty angsty awkward post-rebirth Feanor-Fingolfin bonding.

Untitled by @polutrope - NR - Daeron/Maglor - Beautiful little Daemags fic…<3 Really enjoy the touches of Maglor’s nostalgia and I’m a sucker for him treating Daeron like a treasure.

Void-Junk by arriviste - G - 2.2k - It’s so juicy, Maedhros finding his way onto Vingilot.

White Flowers by @starspray - T - 841 - Aredhel & Turgon - Weeping once again over Nolofinweans, especially Aredhel and Turgon.

Men

A Monster in the Shadows by @hobbitwrangler - G - 3k - Eowyn & Theoden - Really cute but also heartbreaking bonding between Eowyn and Theoden, when Eowyn is new to Edoras and still recovering from her parents’ deaths :( Author does a great job capturing how that grief might manifest for a child!

Celebration by maitimiel - NR - Tar-Miriel/OFC - Crunchy tasty Tar-Miriel’s favorite handmaidens sleep with her ft. her and Ar-Pharazon’s marital issues. Excellent look at the dying Numenorean state.

Courting Gifts by Muccamukk - G - 1k - Arwen/Eowyn, Aragorn/Arwen - This is such a cute Arwen/Eowyn piece focusing on the cultural differences between Arwen and the Men around her.

Cousin, Sister, Lover, Queen by broken_pencils - E - 11k - Eowyn/Lothiriel - This one is so good and so bittersweet and hit so many real notes. I’m just aching for Eowyn. The author does a great job of balancing her inherent unhappiness as a lesbian in a marriage with a man with the deep platonic love she obviously has for Faramir, and Lothiriel is such fun in this.

Fade by Lady Ash - E - 6.2k - Denethor/Gandalf - Can I say something other than "Denethor/Gandalf BDSM relationship" that would entice you more?

Ode to a Nightingale by @maironsbigboobs - E - 1k - Aragorn/Arwen -  Some light, fun, Aragorn/Arwen smut.

Plentiful as Sand is Plentiful by @searchingforserendipity25 - G - 675 - I so love this look at Aragorn and Elrond’s relationship <3

Shake Loose All Your Garnet Jewels by lastwingedthing - T - 2.8k - Arwen/Eowyn - Lovely lovely fic on “what if Arwen and Eowyn had been part of the Fellowship?” Absolutely cinematic!

Untitled by @swanmaids - NR - Annael & Rian - Rian :((( Her story is so sad and yet there are at times griefs that cannot be overcome and Heather captures that very well here.

Without Dawn, No Evening by pscoptera - M - 4.6k - Arwen/Eowyn - If you want a truly historic fic, this one was originally written before the Return of the King film had released. A really interesting look at Eowyn’s sexuality and desires with what feels like realistic muddling of the issues in her mind.

Hobbits

On These Hither Shores by Arveldis - G - 3.2k - Boromir & Frodo - Boromir and Frodo bonding (sort of)! This fic does a great job capturing their feelings.

The Power of Tea by @hobbitwrangler - G - 1.8 - Bilbo & Gilraen - Fantastic character dynamics! And Bilbo feels so in-character.

Twist to Uncoil by katajainen - G - 1.3 - Bilbo & Thranduil - Ahhh lovely lovely look at Thranduil and Bilbo’s relationship as Bilbo recounts his time living in Mirkwood unseen.

[dotster001]

hello congrats on 1.5k!! may I request a type 1 matchup? for twisted wonderland please.

- I'd like to believe I'm funny, I'm someone who laughs a lot (?) even at the most dumbest things as long I get it and I actually find it funny lol. I don't like being alone outside but at home I'd like to have some alone time, I just like to surround myself with people (ex. family) I like and I'm comfortable with outside of home (doesn't have to be a large group of friends either). I get super excited if I found someone who share the same interests as me (cause rarely all my friends do), I like otome games, story games, manhwa, manga, anime, music, fanfics, cats, and etc

- I can probably talk for hours about my interests. But I'm also someone who gets bored easily (mostly toward games doe), and I get over things easily (like I could dislike this person's persona one moment and the next I wouldn't feel anything about them). I smile a lot around my friends but some say I have a rbf. I'm quite blunt and sometimes my mouth works faster than my brain. I find myself having a hard time trusting people with my more private worries but it's not that big of a deal.

- I'd like to think I'm someone who doesn't have a lot of worries (but ofc there's some days where it just hits but rarely), I just go with the flow. I'm pretty open-minded and is okay with trying out new things, I love having fun (doe I get scared by bungee jumping and stuff, I'd still try it out at least once). Although I'm not very open and chatty with strangers, I open up more if we have smth in common or we talk often. But I'd try to start some small talk if none of us says anything or just sit in silence fiddling with something (either my phone or anything I can touch) 😭

thank you in advance!! ❤️

- ☀️

Event Closed

(I hope you enjoy this! I just got the vibes that you two would get along amazingly 😁)

I match you with Lilia Vanrouge.

Ah, the beloved trickster. He loves to make you laugh. He doesn't even really need a joke, he just pranks people and watches your expressions. He loves your laugh.  If the only thing he could hear for the rest of his life was your laughter, he'd be so happy!

He's taken you to cat cafes before, just to watch you interact with one of the things you love the most. Don't worry too much about it. He also enjoys cats, and is partially using you as an excuse to visit the cafe more often. He has three cats that are his favorites, and sit with him every time…they kind of act like people you know, but you can't quite put your finger on who…

He's a man who likes a good story. He is totally ready to listen to you discussing your interests. He hopes in return you'll listen to one or two of his. Did you hear about the time he stole a tart from the queen of hearts? Well, have a sit down, cause about 400 years ago…

He's willing to try bungee jumping with you. He'll try anything once. If it's clear you hate hit, he'll just ditch the jump and fly you away from everything, holding you close and calming you down. If you enjoy it though, he wants to do it all the time. He's an excitable little guy, that's for sure.

He's ready to be your buffer with strangers you have nothing in common with.  You can small talk if you like, but Lilia can figure things out about people remarkably quickly, so he'll find something you both like, and it'll suddenly be like you three have always been best friends. And if not, well, you can always just talk to him or fiddle with his hands while he talks the stranger into a circle.

"Oh that one's a hunk, pick him!"

Lilia was very willing to "help" you play the new otome game you found. He'd already told you the character that was exactly like him was "riddled with red flags and clearly no good for a boyfriend". And now he had settled on a dark brooding character for you.

"Lilia, I'm not sure if that's the character I want…"

"Maybe, but he's definitely the hottest one. And that's what's important."

"Look, I'm just gonna go with this one," you said, indicating the character like Lilia. "His character arc is probably gonna be way more unique than the dark brooding arc. I've played a lot of these kinds of games. I know what I'm talking about."

Lilia stared at you blankly, before pulling out his own phone. You thought maybe he'd gotten bored, or had to answer some messages from his boys. But after about an hour of you playing your game, you heard him giggle.

"Oh Samsonius, you are too much!"

Startled, you looked over at his phone, and saw him playing the dark character's route.

"I'm sorry, what the heck?" You asked.

Lilia turned to you with a pout. "Look, I have better taste in men than you, I'm sorry. Now go back to your "trickster" route."

And so the war to passive aggressively seduce fictional characters had begun.

[indigosprite]

Chrome Callout post.

relax this is just my love hate relationship with chromes writing and potential. spoiler, it ends with all the love... hate is only in the middle. 

My absolute favorite thing in fanfics is Chromes characterization. Like we all know Chrome is completely aware that Mukuro and co need a reoccurring dose of Valium and a therapist willing to do illegal things in order to lower their sadistic points to ”kind of disturbing but tolerable”. Or at least we hope she does even though she proves to us again and again that she’s not phased by it in the slightest and might actually be just as bad. TYL and she’s still running around helping them do god knows what. She follows them on this massacre pridefully, she “believes in” them ( its sweet actually. They’re what she thinks of when Mukuro asks what she believes in and makes a young kokuyo gang.)

In fanfics when people write her to be a double edge sword it’s hilarious, and it should’ve been the character depicted in the Anime and manga instead. But I guess if she hadn’t been the quiet, breathy & compliant 14 year old people wouldn’t have morphed her into the fanon I enjoy now. Here’s some stuff i love and HC abt Chrome  and the things I absolutely hated.  

1. When she actually speaks not just when spoken to. She voices her concerns although she has no intent of not doing what’s asked of her. Who knew she could speak and still be the obedient gang member Mukuro trusts her to be. And when she does this it’s funny. She is the conscience he buries underneath disgust and amusement for chaos, but that’s not her entire character. She’s not reduced to the mom friend either because of this, she’s too passive on the matter. She indulges/Enables it just the same as Chikusa or Ken, although she knows better meanwhile the thought never occurs to them. To summarize :

she’s Brian

2. She’s unhinged and the best part is nobody knows even though it’s blatantly obvious. She may not have the same bloodlust or violent disposition as her peers but there are other ways to showcase this. To Allow Mukuro the leader of this little fearsome Five-some to possess you whenever he feels like and witness whatever horrors he decides to inflict upon someone that day means she’s accepting of literally everything he does. She never resists or expresses distaste/fear for him or anything he does. We assume she would in some capacity because she was depicted as this wide eyed innocent girl trying her best to repay the man that got her to join a gang under the guise of a found family. She quite literally signed up for guts n glory. She knew this and never had second thoughts. Mind you she doesn’t share the same hatred for the mafia as the boys, theirs is blind hatred regardless of who you are. Hers is through them, they are her looking glass rightfully so, so if they say it then their word is law. I’m not sure about you but I would definitely be mindful of the girl who was raised semi normal and willingly turned into a killer for Mukuro of all people. They’re killing adults not shaking them up, they aren’t Tsuna and his friends they finish the job when necessary. The body count is unimaginable. She is just as loyal as Ken and Chikusa and would probably strike you where you stand for speaking ill of him. (She wouldn’t but would definitely be opposed to whatever you’re saying, unless it’s name calling. He takes no offense to that and welcomes it in fact.)

3. The fact that she’s a person apart from Mukuro (physically speaking.) and the Vongola team at all is a blessing in few fics. Although she was made to stand in for Mukuro, when he is released it’s not necessary hence him pushing her to be apart from him and his duties. He did this in the future as well when he possessed Guidio Greco no longer using chrome which lets us know she was successful in becoming a useful comrade and not just a vessel and vongola stand in. She had to otherwise he would’ve left her alone whether she was keeping his Vongola ring warm or not. She is just as aloof as Hibari, always off with her own people only engaging when it’s asked of her. I adore when people keep that in mind and don’t lump her with following behind the vongola as if she were one of them. She shows up for them when asked but her main focus is ultimately committing felonies with Ken and Chikusa per Mukuro’s orders. let her be with the kokuyo gang and let her contribute in the way she’s meant to as a fighter. figure her out give her something cool 

 ik that’s hard considering what we got in the manga. warning things i hate ahead 

what we got in the Anime and Manga: 

so we know Chromes entire purpose was to be Rokudo Mukuro’s stand in, while holding the Vongola ring he soon takes back she is just the girl that is able to get him to come fight their battles when necessary. The Anime and Manga rarely let Chrome fend for herself. We all knew he was coming the second it got serious. By giving chrome that ring she ended up being the one thing to keep him loyal to his contract with being their guardian. If she’s in danger he comes and saves her, the Vongola put her in danger because he will show up and do his job it’s like a rat trap. She is not meant to be a Vongola guardian but more like a Mukuro whistle. They never openly admit it but in the show they will expect/ask her to do things that her track record doesn’t imply she can do and just silently expect Mukuro to show up like always. SKSJDWDN they’ll be like “oh yeah call the girl who passed out and all her organs disappeared I believe in her to do this job even though i’ve never seen her make it to the end of a fight ever not worried at all” sksksjjd They never actually expect chrome to do a job they expect her to go there and manage to get Mukuro to come out and play and we should acknowledge it was just an unspoken thing.  Now I know that despite what I just implied about her not being that great a fighter but just good enough there are two comments made in all 400 chapters that are supposed to negate this.  

Mammon says her illusions are powerful just not enough to fool him , and reborn says she could turn the tide if she were to fight against Mukuro but with confidence, these mean nothing to me because amano throws in so many useless comments like this and then fails to develop it further to make it believable.  and she made powerful characters make note of this so it would be non negotiable and we would just take it at face value because its them but hello ?? ofc we want to see it just like we had to see Tsuna grow before we even considered taking him seriously. hell Dino got a quicker rise to his title than chrome bc its that easy to say oh he can come into his own when needed they just never meant to do it for chrome. 

it’s so irritating when they try to say she’s powerful or could be but give no actual footing for anyone to take those comments seriously when they make her pass out for thirty chapters after doing the bare minimum.

let chrome win on her own not just start strong then step out of the way then have some character say “no really she could be powerful we aren’t going to show you though” .  

when she helped them sneak in the base on her own and even makes those illusions of them fighting we should have gotten more of that!!! 

literally every character is fighting the funeral wreaths and chrome is running in the woods out of breath...even Lambo got to fight. 

you made her sit out of the rep battle to focus on making organs like that wasn’t something she already accomplished in the future and suddenly can’t do anymore ?.....

Chrome finally makes one fighting decision and its to make a mist forcefield that’s dangerous but hell yeah we think she will finally pull through with something powerful and prove herself and then they have mukuro come in a panel later saying “your flames are far too weak to do that I will make it better and help you not die” BYE  that was a perfect time to have her come in to her own seeing as she was powerful and confident enough to initiate it in the first place. 

breaking the barrier daemon spade makes * chefs kiss * give me more 

 when they’re not blindly robbing chrome of character development  she’s just getting kidnapped, passing out  or helping them with small things like making a fake Yamamoto for a party or sneaking in the base with illusions to disguise them. Hello she’s training under mukuro right ??? why did we ever get to see her get stronger each fight and have them say ‘she’s learning quick” instead. 

enough abt what we got, back to what I’ve managed to make out of the scraps we were given..

4. Mukuro is the only one who reassures that she actually is a fighter and she eventually grows to be a good one bc of this and you should write about that dynamic and why it exists more. this one is long.

 the whole dynamic I was referring to exploring is the one where Mukuro and chrome are meant to be equals. He meets this girl whose been neglected and left for dead, another kid messed up by adults neglectful selfish behavior. she willingly follows the boy who is plagued by the same demons and made a small group dedicated to getting revenge for it.  Mukuro & Chrome know they’re two sides of the same coin. he is anger and she is acceptance. He probably finds it amusing she isn’t as angry as them wants to draw it out of her  where as chrome wants to pull out the peace that comes with moving on once you’re in a better place. the girl is so happy to not be near her mom and grateful for this little family while the boys are quite literally holding a grudge against the world.  and like none of them even see it the way she does but she wants them to.  Mukuro and chrome didn’t go through the same things but it doesn’t matter to either of them because its the same story, nobody loved or valued them enough to protect them. In the end chrome will learn to be angry abt things that happen and use that to find a will to fight for something and Mukuro will learn to be at peace because they’re not in that lab anymore and those people are gone from their life. as fighters they’re so important to each others balance Mukuro’s rage cannot be left to be so blind and hers unattended and i know it’s supposed to be Tsuna that cleans his soul but i think chrome definitely plays a more active role in that.  I think he sees a better him in her, he makes her his second gives her his name because she’s the good he knows he can never fully be. she posses a peace he’s not hopeful enough to believe he can achieve or want and ultimately it will make her far more capable of the change he wants. in believing this it means he also believes she will be just as powerful as him with the right training. he’s literally training his demise and her name is Chrome. he wont take over a (mafia) world he wants her to save.  we all know he’s like annoyingly stupid when it comes to showing his emotions, he rather pretend he’s sending you to die when he’s quite literally ushering you to what he thinks is safe and sacrificing himself. so I can totally see him being like  “okay Tsuna might really change the mafia and I want to see that but I've already dug my own grave here's a better newer me that will be way easier to accept than me turning over a new leaf 40 dead families later.” 

5. in the future Hibari is much more happy to help and be around because he knows what a powerful fighter Tsuna turns out to be, i think this is the exact same reason why he goes and helps chrome save herself. Kyoya knows and possibly even respects future chrome enough to save her when she’s at her weakest which he usually detests. Chrome grows to be much more in the future and that’s exactly why he even gives this sick chrome a push. everyone likes to think it’s a Mukuro thing for him but what if it actually is a chrome thing. in the show he’s never been present to witness her show any kind of power so we can only assume that at some point he saw her in action. 

  6. it’s implied in the future that Mukuro fights alongside her, he views her as more than just a vessel and doesn’t baby her in the slightest when he pushes her to become her own being. I won’t call it respect per say but he doesn’t look at her as a doll even though that’s the part she played for him. He still trains her the way he eventually does Fran. We all know he just wants Mini Mukuros to aid him in his endeavors but the fact that he chooses her says a lot about how she’s meant to be viewed. He also chooses a nine year old brat with an apple hat but hey he must see something everyone else doesn’t until he’s done with them seeing as Fran was kidnapped by the freaking Varia once Mukuro’s teachings were for the most part implemented. “Oh you learned under Mukuro ? We can’t have Mukuro you need to join us immediately” (I’ve just realized Mukuro gave the vongola their strongest mist guardians all while claiming to hate them. Funny man). imagine how powerful Chrome gets, even better when Mukuro is actually there in the flesh to teach her where as Fran got some illusionary version of him. WRITE ABOUT IT. 

7. for the love of god give that girl her own fighting style. yamamoto has his sword gokudera is literally baby genius ryohei is a boxer and hibari has like the most random weapon ever. go crazy. i love it when chrome isn’t pulling a trident from her bag. because she’s not mukuro anymore. she’s a reticent mist guardian, compliment that.  Mukuros trident has his own history with him. give her some history of her own.    

in my fic Chrome uses a scythe and tears through reality with it. 

reason:  because she is a grim reaper in her own right. she rose from the dead and is showing up to collect the souls of the wicked. a silent but fearsome person. 

her style ? :  personally I like to believe chrome dabbles in profiling, hear me out. Her parents were neglectful and in turn she really has little experience with relationships in general, i think her curiosity would lead her to constantly study peoples relationships and behaviors and see how they affect her target. aka she fights by showing up getting in your head and haunting you with your own past because even if they see through it damn what a nasty wound or insecurity to bring up in the form of a hell loop illusion. this also ties into her being Mukuro 2.0 he’s known to just be eerily in the know of everything going on even when he’s not there. this would be a great way of her matching that aspect of him and possibly surpassing it.  

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Don’t Call Her Annie. Part 2. Advice & Arrests

Characters: Jim Hopper x Reader (OFC)

Word Count: 4300+

Summary:  Annette Horowitz is Joyce’s younger sister. She hasn’t been the perfect sibling or aunt but after she finds out Will is missing, she finds herself crashing back into Hawkins to do everything in her power to help, driven by a need to prove herself. She hasn’t been around much in the past 20 or so years, but when she comes back home she finds old friends, old habits and old feelings she’d thought she’d finally escaped. Can she really change or is she just kidding herself? 

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Warnings: Angst. Language. Fighting. Fluff. Mentions of gore. Mentions of drug use. Mental Illness. Trauma.

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With fighting a Demogorgon and being on the run from the government checked off your list of things to do before you die, you find yourself in the calm aftermath of the traumatic experience.

You found yourself with the kids the night Jim and Joyce left to go to the Upside Down for Will. You'd begged Joyce to go in her place. Jim had then yelled at both of you because he wanted neither of you to go.It didn’t go unnoticed by any of the three of you...how strange it felt to be together again fighting. Jim was hit with a wave of nostalgia, the Horowitz girls both yelling, teaming up together against him. He never stood a chance. After Joyce pulled the "I'm his mother." card that you couldn't top, you'd reluctantly stayed behind in the gym with the kids. You had ended up being useful at least, getting them running and stalling and misdirecting Brenner's men as they closed in on the school. You'd seen the Demogorgon emerge from the wall, as you vibrated with fear at the sight. You heard it's shrill noises that hurt your ears even after the fact. You'd been let go of by the uniformed men as they all grabbed their guns to kill it. You'd turned and ran down the hallway as fast as you could. You grabbed an automatic rifle off of one of the bodies near you as you'd hid behind a corner. Your shoes slipped in the blood on the linoleum as you tried to scurry to find the kids after you saw the oozing, heaving beast move to one of the bodies at the end of the hallway.

You don't talk about what happened to you to anyone. Not even your sister, even though you knew she wanted you to. You weren't about to add your problems onto hers. You were a bit too traumatized to immediately want to run away like you normally would at this point. You found yourself staying with Joyce more often than not. With the thought of not being able to spend time with your family again after the close call with Will, you start to realize your time may be better spent with them. You had built in people you felt you could trust, not many people had that. Not just your family, but a new group of people you'd called strangers what felt like just moments ago. It wasn't until faced with losing it all that you realized it's importance.

As the weeks pass, you start to feel like you can function again, leave the house, not have to get drunk to sleep, not jump at every sound you hear when you're alone. You start the painful process of getting yourself back into one piece, dragging yourself out of the depression.

You come back from a ride to clear your head. You see the cars in the driveway, the lights on and laughter from inside. You feel the pull again, the urge to run from the picturesque moment. You see Jim's Police Blazer in addition to Joyce and Jonathon's cars. He'd kept checking in with visits and phone calls. You'd began to find his attentiveness endearing. He’d brought back your nephew and he could’ve never checked on your family again. His obligation was fulfilled, but he’d kept on appearing when you’d start to forget about him again. You begrudgingly admit to yourself that he was a good man, a man you could trust. He wasn’t the man of subtle villainous intentions you’d warped some of your memories into to cope with your infantile heartbreak.

At the end of the evening, you'd been sneaking away to the backyard, leaning against the hidden side of the shed, trying to ignore the feelings in your gut. It'd been getting worse, and tonight you'd found yourself not wanting to turn around when you reached the county line. You take out another cigarette, trying to reason with yourself.

He sees you start to knock your pack of cigarettes against your palm as you slink out of the room, hiding your face with your hair. Your long legs carry you almost silently down the back steps. It's been over 15 minutes since you've left by the next time he looks at the clock. He excuses himself and goes to look for you. He doesn't see you when he looks out of the back door, standing with his hands on his hips, he slowly moves across the backyard, smelling your brand of cigarette smoke. He eventually sees it rising from behind the shed. He smirks to himself, getting out his own pack to join you. You still hid behind the shed to smoke, he was hit with nostalgia and he couldn't help but think about the last time he'd seen you before he left Hawkins.

"Hey." he startles you as you hear him coming around the side of the shed. Jim comes into view, already lighting a cigarette.

"Hey." you flatly reply. He wasn't exactly who you needed to see right now, not when you were feeling so raw. You'd managed to escape one on one conversation with him since he'd helped save Will. You knew you couldn't avoid it forever but you had given it a shot.

"Good to know you still sneak out here to smoke." he says with a grin, exhaling and looking into the woods. You let out a small noise of amusement, shrugging and realizing he was right.

"Good to know you can still find me when I want to be alone." you grin, but look at the ground and move your foot over overgrown grass.

"I can leave if you want. But you've been gone awhile, I had to check on you at least." he shrugs, showing you he wasn't here to bother you.

"You don't have to. I was only partially joking." this time you look at him when you smirk. He'd noticed you leave.

"The past few weeks you've been staying out here for longer and longer." he exhales forcefully, "You wanna tell me why that is?" his eyebrows raise, his voice was inquisitive but not aggressive.

"Of course, I don't," you answer with a huff of a laugh at how difficult you wanted to be for no real reason. "But maybe I need to change that old habit." you mumble, taking in a drag to distract from the pounding in your chest.

"Joyce told me this is the longest you've stayed around before." he adds, motioning with his hands as he talked subtly.

"Yeah, I'd noticed that too." you half answer, keeping your eyes on the line of the forest.

"She’s worried you're going to leave again." his posture mirrors yours, you don't look at each other, your eyes wander.

"She should be," you say quietly, you cross your arms and take a hard inhale. "Don't tell her I said that." you add quickly, looking up at him.

"I won't. Took me too long to earn your trust, why would I break that now?" he nudges you with his elbow, trying to ease your tension.

"Yeah I can't make anything easy." you groan, your head resting on the wall.

"For what it's worth, I think you should stay." his voice drops lower, his hands go to his pockets. "I'm not going to tell you what to do, but, I think you should stay through the holidays. Revisit how you feel after that." he throws his cigarette to the ground, crushing it with his foot. "Joyce would love it if you stayed." he turns his body to face yours, blocking out the light on the telephone pole creating an intimidating silhouette. "And because I've been there before, I know you want to try to make things up to them." his hand rests on your arm, you move your eyes to look at it. "That would be a great place to start." you move your head just slightly to look into his eyes. He pats your arm.

"That's..." you let out a heavy sigh, letting your cigarette die in your fingers. "very good advice," you say with an apathetic shrug. He smiles at you, patting you again as he moves to leave. "I don't want to leave." you say under your breath, a small cry for help. Luckily he hears it. He stands with his hands on his hips, head tilted and patient expression. He knew you didn't share. He also has the natural tendency to be an asshole to people who try to love him, so he feels a deep empathy towards you. Maybe his lingering presence when you were younger hadn't helped you in the way he thought it might. "I get this itch. This pull to leave when things get..." you move your hand to help you express your thoughts. "stable." you nod in agreement with yourself and look up at him. He nods with an indifferent expression of understanding your point. "I get all cagey and feel trapped when I think I'm being, " you use air quotations, "domesticated." you roll your eyes at how immature it all felt to you suddenly. "I know it's stupid but-"

"It's not stupid at all." he says, moving closer to you. His answer catches you off guard, your face softens as his becomes lit by the street lamp as he looms over you. The frown retreats to just your mouth, the ease with which he kept staring into your eyes made you feel small, and that wasn't something you felt often.

"It makes me feel stupid, then." your eyes go a little sad. "It's hard for me to have faith that things will be okay if I stay. I always have this heavy feeling that I'm going to ruin everything for them by just being here, somehow." His chest feels tight as he feels deep, painful empathy for your thoughts, taken off guard by your straightforward admission. Your words were raw but your body language was still reserved. He feels compelled to try to fix this for you but he sees you don't need him to do that anymore. He decides to share a bit of himself with you instead, returning the vulnerability he wanted to encourage from you.

"Like you're cursed or somethin'." he says quietly, looking over your shoulder into the driveway, nodding, his tongue working over his teeth behind his lips.

"Yeah, exactly," you say, your brow furrowing as your lips part slightly with surprise, forgetting to appear hardened for a moment.

"Trust me, I understand." he looks back down at you, his lips tight.

"Maybe you do," you respond, giving him a half smile. You let out one more sigh, trying to start shedding your old habits. "I'll stay." you whisper, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth. Your chest feels tight, you stand and let out a loud exhale before turning towards the back door. He's surprised by the strong wave of relief he feels at your words.

"I think you're making the right decision." he responds with subtle enthusiasm at the news.

"I hope so." you say, turning your head back to him for a moment before heading back into the house. You felt like it might be time to start trying to face the things you'd been running from all these years.

As he followed you back into the house, he realized that he'd asked you to stay for Joyce, but it wasn't just her that wanted you to stay anymore. ========================================================= You sat in a chair up against the wall of the Hawkin's Police Station. Your hands are cuffed behind you, you're injuries are left to dry in the stale air of the room. They'd left you handcuffed to a chair but left the cell open. They're lucky you didn't have any intentions of escaping. You are lost in thought and staring at the ceiling, wondering how long you're going to have to wait here tonight.

He stomps down the hall, putting his hand on the doorframe as he sees you sitting in the cell. He stops and takes a deep breath before approaching you. Your shirt is distractingly disheveled. Your chest pushed out from your hands still in cuffs behind your back, your head bent back, resting on the wall behind you. Your legs crossed at the knee, your face rested in an attractive pose, your annoyance visible just under the surface.

"Jesus, Ann, a bar fight? Really?" he stands in front of you shaking his head. You move your eyes to him, leaving your head against the wall, your mouth pressed together.

"I'm not happy about this either, Jim." you grumble out, your face straight.

He throws a folder on the bed in the small space. He holds your jaw to look at your injuries. "Who put you back here? They shouldn't have let you sit here like this." He sighs and uncuffs you, you smell his brand of cigarettes on him as he leans on your shoulder to unlock your wrists. As your arms are freed, you groan at the feeling coming back to your muscles. "Stay here. I've gotta get the first aid kit." he's mumbling to himself, cursing under his breath.

Here he was taking care of you again. You didn't have the same fondness for the gesture as you did when you were younger. You run your fingers through your hair and find that the small cut on your head has bled out of proportion to the injury. You could feel your swollen lip, you were sure there were other bruises forming at this point. You probably looked bad ass, you thought. You wish that you'd given off that vibe enough earlier in the evening.

He's relieved to see you haven't run away this time, he kneels in front of you and set the box on the bed. You wish you could say this was the first time Hopper had patched you up after a fight. He was such a boy scout.

"Tell me what happened." he says, being attentive to the cut on your head, not looking into your eyes.

"I got in a fight. Obviously." you say with an attitude. He pushes the cotton ball with peroxide on it roughly to your skin. "Ow. That's a bit passive aggressive even for you, Jim." you smirk.

"Stop being a smart ass and tell me what happened." he scolds, going back to being gentle with you, holding your face still with his other hand. "You pickin' fights again now? You're a grown woman, what's wrong with you?" he's mad at you and you don't entirely understand why. You had the strange pang of guilt from his words.  You felt insulted and you weren't used to words hurting your feelings. Why did you feel so sensitive and emotional lately? You'd made lots of changes you liked, but this one you weren’t a fan of.

"I'd like it if you didn't talk to me like that." you mumble, you move your lips to frown but hiss as it stings more than you expect. "You don't even know why I got in a fight." you say defensively.

"That's why I'm asking, Ann. Stop being so difficult. C'mere" he moves your head again to start wiping away your mess of makeup and get to your surface wounds.

"They were talking shit about you and Joyce." you mumble as his hand obscures your speech by pressing on your cheeks.

"Half of my job is people talking shit about me. There are no fights you should ever get into on my behalf," he instructs, his voice less angry. He reaches to throw the used cotton balls in the small wastebasket outside the cell. He sighs and rests his hand on your leg. "Joyce doesn't need you fighting her fights either. As someone who has gotten into too many fights on her behalf, "He exhales hard and shakes his head, "Just don't do it, kid. It never ends well when she finds out." You nod and look at the floor.

"If I can't beat up someone for calling you a lazy sonofabitch who's bad at his job, AND if I can't beat anyone up for calling my sister a crazy bitch..." You take a deep breath and look at the cuts on your hands as he touches them. "Then can I beat them up for shoving me?" you ask, your voice going lower, you're hit with just how tired you are.

"Well, they shouldn't have touched you." he says obviously. "Or did you shove first?" he smirks and keeps attending to your wounds as you speak.

"I didn't hit him first." you say in an annoyed whisper of an explanation. "I didn't hit him until he had to call me fat." you let out a noise of frustration. "So fuckin' stupid." you shake your head back and forth, being embarrassed that that specifically was what had pushed you over the edge.

"Wait." he holds both of your hands in his and looks into your eyes. "You beat up a GUY?" he asks, surprised.

"Yeah," you say holding your palms up to show it wasn't a big deal to you.

"What the hell, Annie?" he's holding your face. You stiffen at his voice saying the name.

"Please don't call me that." you barely whisper, your voice giving away how tired you were. He overlooks your words.

"A guy beats you up and they bring YOU in?" he lets out a huff of a laugh. "How the hell does THAT happen?"

"I was the one on top when the cops showed up." you chuckle nervously. "I think they took him to the hospital." you mumble.

His laugh catches you off guard before he stops suddenly and grabs your knee again. "Wait, a grown man called you FAT?" his shoulders shakes as he laughs, looking at you with a confused face for a moment. "What kind of bullshit, playground insult is that?" he says rolling his eyes.

"Yeah. Assholes always do after you turn them down." you roll your eyes at the thought. "Nothing new, don't know why it was the straw that broke me." you shake your head.

"You're not even fat." he says with amusement in his voice.

"It's a lame insult." you let out a small huff of a laugh at his attempt at a compliment. "But little boys get intimated by the curves, so their lizard brains put together an insult about the body they were just trying to get into 5 minutes earlier. Idiots." you let out an exasperated sigh. You change the subject, you weren't fishing for compliments from the Chief of Police. "Was I warranted for hitting him for calling me WHORE-owitz then?" you shrug your shoulders moving as you spoke. "Or for threatening me with a broken beer bottle when he hit the floor after I punched him?" you scrunch your nose as Jim rolls his eyes up to, giving you a scolding look. "ANY of that worth me defending myself, Chief?" your face is flushed with frustration at the memories.

"Now it's hard to know if I'm mad or proud." he finally smiles at you. He finishes wrapping your hands and gently runs his fingers over your knuckles. "As the Chief, I'm mad as hell." he furrows his brow at you, leaning in closer to you. "But as Jim..." he grins, "I'd have paid to see that." You can't help but lift at least one of the corners of your mouth up at his response. "I'm glad you beat him up so I didn't have to." he smiles softly again, working on the last injury, the busted lip. "Can't have guys hitting on one of my favorite girls, now can I?"

"Shut up, Hop." you laugh, your chest bouncing with it. "And I'm not sure if the word usage of "hitting on" was the best choice." you smirk.

"Yeah, you really are bad at compliments aren't you?" he holds in a laugh, his belly moving under his uniform. Your shoulders slump slightly because he's right. You could've just said thanks. You stay quiet as he works on your swollen lower lip. It stings as he cleans it and you squeeze your eyes shut for a second. "I know, I know. Sorry." he says softly, his fingers and eyes moving quickly around your face. The shift to tenderness catches you off guard. You melt into his hands a little too much when he holds the sides of your face to look you over one last time. You fight back the sigh that wants to escape your body.

"I've got a few more questions and then I'm gonna let you go." he says, putting away the first aid kit. He brings you a soda and sits across from you in the cell.

"Fine." you reply. "Interrogate me, Chief." you let out a noise that might've been classified as a giggle.

"When I pulled up your records I didn't expect there to be so much in here, honestly." he smirks, looking in the file.

"Oh great, I love answering questions about terrible memories I want to forget." you laugh out loud, wincing as you hold your ribs.

"You don't have to talk about anything you don't want to." he answers in an obvious tone.

"What do you wanna know, Chief?" you ask, leaning back in the chair, your legs spread out.

"I didn't know you were so active in the Vietnam protests, for starters," he asks, his voice even and genuinely interested. "I didn't know you were involved in any of that." the surprise is evident in his voice.

"I..." you sigh and look away from him, you'd give him most of the story, he didn't need to know everything. "I felt strongly about it. It took too many good people from me. I couldn't sit and do nothing." you explain, meeting his gaze again. You'd given him the answer he wanted, not the complete real one but, close enough.

"Then you went to New York?" he asks, looking at the paper in front of him. He laughs and looks over at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "We were in New York at the same time." he seems thoroughly amused by this fact.

"Yeah I kept getting arrested and told them to send you but apparently cops don't work like pizza guys." you snort out a laugh and sit back up, your elbows on your knees.

"Good one," he nods and you humbly accept his compliment this time. "You didn't get arrested in the right places." he smirks at you. "Good at keeping those thefts under the felony charge, though." You let out a loud laugh that catches him off guard. You run your hand through your hair, a charming smile moving across your face as you swing your eyes back around to him. He can smell your perfume as you fluff your hair. He thought about how soft your face looked when you laughed. He became unexpectedly flustered when you locked eyes with him and leaned in closer suddenly.

"I got better at getting out of trouble the older I got, believe it or not." you flash all your teeth in an easy going expression.

"You must have, the charges just stop after that." he narrows his eyes at you. "Life of crime prove too hard for you?" he smirks again, your face falls slightly and he worries he's insulted you accidentally.

"Something like that yeah." you scrunch your nose. Once again deciding how much information to divulge to him. Not that you didn't trust him, you were just battle-worn with worry about people using things against you. "I, uh..." you heavily sigh and see no reason to hold this back. From what you'd heard about him, he might just understand. You take a chance on him and put yourself out there. "I was in a bad place." you say with a nod. "Someone close to me died. I moved on to drugs, things got dark for little while there." you chew your cheek in thought. "The charges stop because I left New York and got sober." you hesitate to look back up at him. You didn't need junkie added to the hurtful things you heard hurled at you tonight.

"I shouldn’t have said that, sorry." his eyes are apologetic and it both hurts and feels good to see it in his eyes for you.

You shrug it off. "You've never purposely hurt my feelings before so I didn't expect you to start now." you mumble, taking another drink of soda.

"I'm glad you realize that at least." he gives you a supportive smile, reaching out to rub your knee again.

"You don’t have to look at me like I’m broken now. It was a long time ago." you cross your arms.

"I'm not. I just empathize is all." he shakes his head at you. "I've had problems dealing with people close to me leaving too." his lips are tight. You knew about his daughter and his ex-wife, Joyce had told you what she knew. You were familiar with the look of someone who had such heavy baggage they have to self-medicate to deal with life going on. You felt oddly connected to him, knowing that he understood.

"Thanks." you say roughly. You were trying, you really were. You notice how big his hand is as it squeezes your large thigh. You gulp at the touch, knowing he didn't mean anything by it, but being affected by it nonetheless. You needed to get away from him. Enough bonding over feelings between you both for one night.

Chapter 3

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(not so much) Last Hurrah

So ELYU (long weekend) happened

Nov. 30-Dec. 2

ELYU turned out also as a surprise to me. I’ve been wanting to go there since earlier this year with Andi, Polix and Ms. Sheryl (my old colleagues) but for so many reasons hindi kami matuloy tuloy. I wanted to try surfing ever since I saw someone posted a kewl picture of her surfing in Mati, Davao and Siargao.

Powie asked our group to go to LU for my bday weekend and sakto LU is the one I’m eyeing since it is one of the many go-to’s surfing spot that is nearer than Davao and Siargao. Also, I have been hearing the buzz about LU from my friends and officemates who’ve been there. It was quite interesting.

No joke. LU is hyped! totoo yung sabi ng isa kong officemate, “sherep dun” and you’ll be pleading to go back for more of LU. Hindi ako nagsisisi na nagbooked ako ng bus ticket papunta dun at magastusan ako ng 5k sa isang long weekend.

I can’t find the right words to describe how happy I was to be spending my bday long weekend (lalo na with my bestfriends and ofc my boyfriend) at La Union.

The place really took my heart. The coffee shops, the waves and the sea foam I’ve always been dreaming of came to reality, and the people. Really, LU is the Place to be.

The golden hour in ELYU is so amazingly crazy, like the Gods is bathing you with gold gleamer that in any picture you get turns out to be a perfect painting of how the sun soaked you with God’s glorious glow. It was also a blessing to witness how the Sun sets here. I’m in awe how Mr. Sun can make the waves and seafoam a glowing canvass that in a span of just 2minutes it’ll leave you speechless and blessed. From that show, you know you’ll be having The great weekend.

So our first day the itinerary was Luna (Pebble beach & Bahay na bato)-Hello Kitty Cafe-Surfing-Flotsam

Before we went to Luna Beach, I got a traditional SPB cake and candle for brunch. We’ve been doing this for so long that I lost count of how many cakes I received with “Love, SPB” in it. Haha The long roadtrip going to the Pebble Beach and Bahay na Bato top off my best moments in LU, the 9 of us shared a pick up vehicle and braved the 30-minute drive to Luna. They say “it’s not about the destination, the journey is the best part” well yeh it’s true hahahaha Playing category while being in a sardine-stuck position inside the car somehow eases the roadtrip. But the Pebble beach and Bahay na Bato did not disappoint us. It was beautiful with all the art creations using pebbles inside the house. The trip really made me think that people of LU is really artistic. The Dal-luyon Cafe Gallery where we were staying at was a Gallery of good stuff local art so as the bars, restos, and coffee shops that can be found in San Juan, LU. The Bahay na Bato is standing beside what it looks to be the Pebble beach. It was a quite walk from the fences of the house to the Pebble beach. In a scorching heat, we witness how the waves range in rave that if any man dared to go to the beach or accidentally trip off from the mountain pile of pebbles that keeps us from the dangerous beach would be really be eaten by the waves and off to a fatal fate. Prolly the reason why the distance between the fences of the house and beach was quite a walk because tides are so strong. I wonder if the locals can braved that beach’s ass off.

The journey to Hello Kitty Cafe was an epic fail for we got lost a long the way so we decided to go back at Dal-luyon, took a quick nap and digged that surfing thang that afternoon. Shet surfing dreams came true on Dec. 1. Yaaas! I didn’t have the picture of my self standing on the surfing board that I wanted but I survived surfing and really enjoyed it. The experience was so surreal. It was a love-hate relationship with the waves that kept my adrenaline pumping. The waves was really hard on me. Literally smacked me in the face so many times but left a wide smile on my face. The best feeling that caught me smiling widely was the moments I can barely stand straight after the waves crushed me and swirled me 360 degress no shit and manage to pull of my paddle’s board leash. It was so so so so fulfilling to be able to stand until the waves died off few meters from the shore. sulit ang 400

Our last night was the main night of our ELYU weekend. It was so unforgettable to party with my HS bestfriends and dance wild at the dance floor. I wouldn’t have imagine my late 20’s old self will be partying and acting like crazy youngsters with my HS bestfriends until it actually came to happen. I felt young despite of being so pagod after tugs tugs tugs. It was very memorable like it top off my first prom experience with them. I never thought that my quiet-dainty bestfriend would actually asked our group to have another go and act crazy again at the dance floor for the second time around. so yeah LAVAAAARN ulit. It was crazy youthful-feeling night, I’ll never forget.

The other thing I really enjoyed in LU was our small coffee-dates whether it’s just the two of us in the morning or with our little group. Us exploring and trying out food, drinks and interesting shops in LU. I feel like the trip made us closer together. The spontaneous pigging out all over LU with him and with my bestfriends really made this trip extra special. We were not in a rush to do something which makes it very enjoyable and relaxing at the same time. Like we were just enjoying the laid-back vibe of the place and ofc each other’s company.

What could I say more? The place is full of character (not the IG-able character) but Artistic character. I mean every corner has an art in everything. The vibe is chill and sexy. The coffee was amazing. You can talk to almost anyone and anyone is open to everything.

To sum up, I had a really great time being with my bestfriends, sharing those amazing moments with them, trying out new things, laughing so many times, talking to them in so many different levels.

Instead of feeling old, the trip with them made me feel young and made my heart a little younger.

It was really a great goodbye to my 25years (you will be missed) and hello to many many more years to come.