#probably ended with sl or immediately after

[springlock-suits]

I already mentioned this before but god I love that the fnaf animatronics have a toy theme and I so wish they did more with it

[aliendes]

SVT Reaction to yelling at you for the first time/saying something hurtful

a/n: *gasp* I'm actually posting something after... checks watch... 4 years?! holyyyyy shit! anyways, this wasn't requested, I've been been brainrotting over SVT and anyone who knows me knows I love the angst. if you want to see more of SVT or have a request, hit up my inbox! i missed writing and tbh this is probably complete shit. I'm just trying to get back into it slowly before I write any behemoths like I used to. anywhooooooooo, here's some angsty AF SVT reactions.

w/c: 5,000~ (this is normal for me, unfortunately)

warnings: angssssst, some name calling (sl*t is used in a derogatory way by one of the boys I'm so sorry), one of the boys gets slapped (he deserves it), and overall just a lot of hurt no comfort. let me know if I missed anything that needs a warning.

let me know if you wanna see a part 2!

Seungcheol (S.coups)

He can be hot-headed and while he can have a sharp tongue sometimes, he doesn’t actually mean the things that he says in the heat of the moment. When he first raised his voice at you to tell you to “Stop acting like a bitch!” he instantly regretted his choice of words. It wasn’t even that big of an argument, you had only asked him to tell you about practice and what was bothering him, but after the long day he had he really didn’t want to rehash the details. When you sighed your third sigh, he just… snapped. The look on your face told him all he needed to know. He’d hurt you with his words and his tone. He watched in real-time as your expression turned from one of annoyance to one of pure hurt. Before the tears started rolling down your cheeks, you turned from him and immediately locked yourself in the bathroom. 

“Baby?” He approached the door cautiously like he would an injured animal. And he guessed, you kind of were at this point. He lightly rapped his knuckles on the wooden door. “Baby, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean that.” His voice was hoarse, he was trying to hold back his emotions so he could fix this. He could hear you sniffling from the other side of the door, but you made no moves to unlock it. 

“Go away, Seungcheol.”

He flinched at the use of his full name, he hated when you called him that and you knew it. “Ok, I’ll leave you alone for right now, but please know that I did not mean that. I’m not mad at you, I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you, and I’m not going anywhere. Ok, baby?”

He heard a few more sniffles and a soft “ok”, before planting himself against the wall opposite the bathroom door. He’d wait here however long he needed to. 

Jeonghan 

Now, Jeonghan can be sassy and snippy, you know this. You are used to this and you know he can sometimes be more passive-aggressive than he means to be. You two typically work very well together and you never let his snarky comments get to you. Besides, he always ends up apologizing for his moods and you two move on.

This time, however, Jeonghan knows he fucked up. It started with him being late for dinner, which isn’t an unusual thing. Practice runs late oftentimes, it can’t be avoided. But tonight was date night and he wasn’t just a few minutes late, he was three hours late. By the time he got home, dinner was cold and you were snoozing on the couch already in your pajamas. Practice had been tough, their choreographer running through the chorus what felt like hundreds of times until they were all moving in synch. He was exhausted, so instead of waking you up or carrying you to bed like he normally would, he set his things down and went straight to wash up.

The sound of running water is what woke you. You wandered into the bathroom to find your boyfriend in the shower. You crossed your arms and leaned against the doorframe. “You didn’t wake me.”

Jeonghan startled a bit, not having heard you enter. “Sorry, lovey. I’m really tired.” You could hear the harshness of his voice and for a moment you felt guilty, but then you remembered he didn’t even text you he would be running late. 

“You didn’t call or text. It was date night.”

Jeonghan heaved a long sigh before turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist. “It was a long day, love, please.”

“I know, Jeonghan and I’m sorry, but you know how important these nights are to me. You’re getting ready to leave again and-”

He cut you off, voice rising, “Y/N, just stop. I’m exhausted, and you’re being incredibly clingy right now.”

“What- Jeonghan excuse me?”

“You heard me.” He brushed past you, bumping into your shoulder on his way out of the bathroom. 

“Jeonghan! Hey!” You followed after him, not realizing how hot-headed your boyfriend was right now. “You can’t just say shit like that to me!”

“You know what Y/N? I can, now for the love of God, leave me alone!” His voice was louder than you’d ever heard him speak to you before. He was yelling at you. You stood, stunned, in the doorway to your shared bedroom, but Jeonghan wasn’t done. “Either you sleep on the couch or I will, because I don’t want to be around you right now.”

Something inside you snapped, hearing those words from your usually sweet boyfriend. “Don’t bother, Jeonghan. I’ll be at my sister’s.”

You don’t even bother packing a back, just grabbing your purse and phone and leaving, despite only wearing pajamas. Jeonghan followed you out of the bedroom, watching you leave, realizing what he had done as he watched the front door slam behind you. He ran his hands through his still-wet hair, closing his eyes. “Fuck.”

Joshua

Joshua is the biggest sweetheart, so you two don’t fight very often. You have small, petty arguments sometimes, but Joshua is always the first to admit defeat, even if he wasn’t in the wrong, simply because he hates fighting with you that much. 

Tonight, though, he was on a different level of mad. Was it justified? Maybe not, but it didn’t stop him from seeing red when he saw you touching your coworker's arm when he pulled up to pick you up from work. One thing Joshua couldn’t stand, was cheaters, having been cheated on in the past. Parking his car, he honked the horn just once to get your attention.

Immediately, you turned and looked at your boyfriend, smiling wide and bright. It almost made him forget why he was upset in the first place. You turned back to your group of coworkers and waved goodbye before jogging over to the passenger door and getting into your boyfriend’s ride. 

“How was work?” He asked coldly, not bothering to look at you. “Who was that?”

You looked at Joshua confused, brows furrowing, “Who?”

“That guy you were just all over,” he responded, putting the car into drive and pulling away from the sidewalk, “you know the one you were flirting with?”

You blanched. There’s no way your sweet, loving Joshua was accusing you of something right now. He’s joking, right? “You’re joking, right?”

Joshua finally turned and looked at you, and you could tell by the look in his eye that he was dead serious. “Josh, that’s my coworker, Jihyun. I’ve told you about him before, you know the-”

“Save it, Y/N. I saw the way you were looking at him, and you knew I was coming to pick you up, did you just want to rub it in my face?! Huh?” His voice was louder than you’d ever heard it before. His usually calm, soft demeanor had completely changed and it was starting to scare you, before you could get a word in he continued, “Or do you just act like that with all your coworkers?! Like a slut?”

The dam broke and tears started streaming down your face. “Stop the car.”

“No, you’re going to tell me-”

“STOP the car Josh!” You yelled through tears. It stunned him out of his momentary anger and he blinked at you. “STOP!”

He pulled over to the sidewalk, and before he could even put the car in park you were out the door with your bag, leaving your phone behind in his center console. “Y/N! Wait!”

“Save it, Josh!” You slammed the car door and stalked away, leaving Joshua to stare, too stunned to move, but regretting his words instantly. 

Jun

“Please, baby, can we talk about his tomorrow?” Jun sighed into the phone. He was currently laying on his hotel bed, trying to fall asleep but you wouldn’t let him get off the phone. Not that he usually minded, but he was so exhausted from his shoot today that all he wanted was a few hours of sleep before he did it again. “I’m so tired, Y/N.”

“Junhui, this is important!” You whined, trying to go over the schedule for your sister’s wedding next week. He was part of the wedding party, and you were the maid of honor and it really was important that you have the times down for flights and pickups. “I just need to make sure you’re getting in before-”

“Y/N! Please!” Jun yelled into the phone, stunning you into silence. He never yelled, he was usually so calm and collected that his tone shut you up. “Just shut up, please! I can call you tomorrow and we can go over all of this, but right now I need to sleep! You have no idea how long my days are right now and listening you to whine and complain about this stupid wedding is getting on my last nerve!” The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them. He knows how important this is to you and your family, hell, it’s important to him because he loves you and your family so dearly. He has not idea why he said it, but he can’t take it back now.

He could hear you sniffle on the other end of the phone, but before he could even try and make amends, you cut in, “You know what, Junhui. You’re right. Don’t bother showing up.”

The call ended before Jun could say anything and he immediately tried calling you back, only to be sent to voicemail, over and over again. 

“Baby, please. I am so, so sorry. Please pick up. I’ll be on a flight tomorrow after the shoot, I swear to you. Please, Y/N.” His voice broke on his last words and he hung up the phone with tears in his eyes. 

Soonyoung

Soonyoung was loud on a good day, so arguments between you two tended to get a little bit heated. That said, they were few and far between and your loving boyfriend never raised his voice at you. Despite this, you’ve heard his anger in the practice room, you just weren’t used to it being directed at you.

“I don’t understand why you always have to be on my back about shit, Y/N!” He boomed across the practice room. You two were the only ones in the large room, the others having left about 20 minutes ago after Soonyoung dismissed them. “Why can’t you just chill the fuck out?!”

You stared at your boyfriend in shock. He had never yelled at you like this before. And over what? You telling him he should take a break? 

“Soons, I didn’t mean it like that. I just think-”

“You just think, what?! That I can just drop everything to be with you all the time?! Why are you even here right now? You should be at home, not bothering me at work!”

Tears pricked at your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them fall. Not in here. “I just wanted to bring you and the boys some dinner.” Your voice was small, but Soonyoung didn’t seem to pick up on your near tears, because the yelling continued. 

“We don’t need your help, Y/N! I don’t need your help! Just go home.” He spat, turning away from you to start packing up his bags. “I’ll be at the dorm.”

Without saying another word, you turned on your heels and ran out of the practice room and into the maze-like halls of the Hybe building, but not before Soonyoung heard your little gasps for air like you were about to have a full-blown panic attack. His anger completely dissipated at the sound, dropping everything he was doing to stand up and follow after you. 

He felt like an idiot. Did he really just blow up on you, his favorite person in the whole universe, over something so silly? He was just stressed, he didn’t mean it, but now he’s hurt you, his entire world. He rushed out of the practice room, but it was too late. You were nowhere to be found, even after he searched up and down the halls, the lobby, and even the roof. Running his hands through his hair, he headed back to grab his bag and keys and started heading back towards your shared apartment. He knew he had a lot to make up for, but he wasn’t sure what state he’d find you in.

Wonwoo

“Y/N just shut the fuck up for once!”

You stood, stunned into silence, in the doorway of your boyfriend's gaming room. Wonwoo opted to ignore your figure to continue playing whatever game he was playing on his computer, headphones still snug over his head. 

You had approached him asking if he would get off the games to go out to dinner with you. You’d been asking him all week if you two could go out together since he had the next two weeks off before preparing for his group’s next comeback. He pushed off your requests but you’ve finally had enough and pushed him to come out with you tonight, but boy was that a mistake. 

You knew you were starting to get on his nerves, but you didn’t understand why. All you wanted was to spend some time with your boyfriend before we got busy again and you weren’t able to. You felt like the two of you were drifting apart and this just confirmed it. He had never yelled at you like that before, and the fact that he wasn’t even turning around to look at you sealed the deal. 

“I’m sorry, Wonwoo.” Your words were soft as you turned around, slamming the door behind you. 

Wonwoo sighed again into his mic for the billionth time that night, only this time, Seungcheol on the other end had had enough. “You’re a fucking dick, dude.”

Wonwoo blanched at that, “What do you mean?”

“You just yelled at Y/N and she just apologized?” Did you? He couldn’t hear you over his game. Wonwoo pushed one side of his headphones off so we could listen to you out in the apartment. He heard shuffling around and furrowed his brows. “Dude, go fix it, she’s probably pissed at you.” Wonwoo only nodded, not realizing Seungcheol couldn’t see him, and shut his computer off. 

As he walked into your shared bedroom, he saw the tail end of you shoving things into a duffle bag. Shocked, he rushed over to you, reaching out to grab your arm, but you flinched away so hard he was paralyzed with shock. “Do not touch me Jeon Wonwoo!”

Shit. You used his full name, you never did that. “Baby, I-”

“Don’t call me that.” You said coldly, before grabbing your bag and heading for the door. “I’ll be at Sunmi’s.” You threw over your shoulder before walking out the front door and out of Wonwoo’s life. He watched you walk away and for a moment, just stood there dumbstruck, before falling to his knees with tears streaming down his face. 

Jihoon

Jihoon could easily get into aggravated or ‘mean’ moods and after being together for so long, you’ve learned when to give him space when he needs it. But when he’s been ignoring you for the better half of the whole week, you’ve had enough.

You knocked on his studio door three times and waited for an answer. Only you didn’t get one. You knocked again, but this time you kept knocking until you heard his grumbles from the other side of the door. 

“I’m coming! Jesus, Cheol, can you-”

When Jihoon opened the door to find you, his loving girlfriend of 5 years, his words are cut short. You smile slightly at him and push your way through the entrance of his studio, plopping yourself on his black leather couch.

“Since you don’t want to leave the studio, I decided to come to you.”

Jihoon felt his anger rising. So what if he’s been in his studio and the dorms for the last 6 days? He has a job to do and this album’s due date is next week. He has limited time and not enough hours in the day to complete this. You know this, and yet, here you are to bother him. 

“Y/N, go home.” He says cooly while taking a seat at his computer. 

“No.” You say simply, a smirk on your face. “I’m here to keep you company until you’re ready to come home.”

“Y/N…” he sighed, running a hand down his face.

“Don’t Y/N me, you can’t stay here cooped up like a hibernating bear. It’s not healthy, Ji.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Y/N. You know the deadline is coming up, I have to get this done.”

“I understand Ji, but-”

“Do you?” He yells, turning his chair to face your shocked one. “Do you actually understand the pressure I’m under Y/N?! No, you don’t, because all you do all day is sit at home and answer emails and phone calls. You don’t understand how hard I work when all you ever do is lay on the couch!”

Now that hurt. Jihoon knows you work hard, he does. He has been with you since before you finished your Masters in business and before you started working for this huge tech company. He knows that you work on important projects all day and you get stressed with meeting deadlines just like he does. He knows what he’s saying isn’t fair, but he just wants you out of his hair so he can finish these songs. 

His studio was silent for a few minutes as you both just sat there staring at eachother. You swallowed hard and Jihoon could tell you were holding your tears back. “I’m sorry, Jihoon, I didn’t realize you felt that way.”

“Wait-” Jihoon stood up and followed you as you rushed towards his studio door, “I didn’t mean-”

“Yes, you did.” He could hear the crack in your voice and his heart broke at the dejected look on your face. “Goodbye, Ji.”

You walked out the door, leaving Jihoon standing in the doorway regretting all the choices he’s made this week leading up to this moment. He wants to chase after you, wants to do something, anything, but the guilt keeps him rooted in place.

Seokmin

Your boyfriend is a literal embodiment of sunshine. He’s happy-go-lucky and positive like no one you’ve ever met before and it’s one of the main reasons you fell for Seokmin. He’s so sweet, and kind, and caring, that you are constantly asking yourself how you got so lucky to be his girlfriend, the one he loves most. 

So it’s safe to say that when you hear him yelling from the other room in your shared apartment, you’re pretty shocked. You spring up from your spot on the bed and rush out into the living room to see what he’s yelling about, assuming he found a bug, or something. Only, it wasn’t a bug. Seokmin was standing in the middle of your living room holding his phone out for you to see. 

“What the hell is this Y/N?!” His face was turning slightly red and you could tell he was angry. You moved closer to him and furrowed your brows as you read the large text at the top of the article. ‘Y/L/N Y/N leader of popular k-pop girl group is in secret relationship with amateur actor Park Seungmin’ was written across his phone screen with a photo of yourself and some small-time actor you didn’t recognize. “Who is he Y/N?!”

You looked back up at your boyfriend, confusion written all over your face. “Seokmin I have no idea, you know these articles come out all the time-” before you could finish, Seokmin was moving past the couch to push the phone in your face. Feeling defensive you shove at your boyfriend’s chest a little, not enough to actually move him but to get your point across, “Seok! Stop it!”

“No, Y/N, did you think I wouldn’t find out you were fucking this guy?” Seokmin shoved his phone back into his pocket but kept pushing into your space. “Think I wouldn’t figure it out? Is this where you’ve been when you’ve said you were at practice late?” His voice was raising and you were honestly a bit scared of him in the moment. You’ve never seen him so worked up about anything. 

“Seok, listen to me-”

“No! You can’t just-” “SEOKMIN!” You screamed just to get him to stop, you didn’t even care if your neighbors heard you. “Stop it! Stop, please!” There were tears running down your face and Seokmin looked devastated, whether it was because he truly believed you cheated or because he was regretting his words, you weren’t sure. “Get out. Please!”

“I, Y/N, I’m so-”

“OUT!” You sobbed, putting your face in your hands. 

“Oh - okay, I’ll stay at the dorms, but baby-”

“Just leave Seokmin.”

Mingyu

Your huge puppy dog of a boyfriend was the cuddliest, kindest, big-hearted person you had ever met in your life. Mingyu was so kind and caring and he never, ever raised his voice at you, even when he was upset (which happened sometimes, cause you’re human!). 

Which is why it was so startling when you came home to find him hunched over his phone, sitting on the couch, looking like his world was ending. You dropped your bag by the door, not bothering to look where you tossed your phone and keys, and ran over to Mingyu and placed your hands on his knees. 

“Baby? What’s wrong, what happened?” You peered up into his large brown eyes that were looking back at you with an anger you’d never seen in them before. The look he was giving you shocked you to the point you removed your hands from his knees as if he burned you. “Babe?”

“You have the nerve to ask me what’s wrong, when YOU are what’s wrong?” He glared daggers at you as he suddenly stood up, making you jump backwards slightly, hitting your back into the glass coffee table. You flinched but stayed still as Mingyu towered over you. He pointed his phone at you showing you a string of texts between him and Soonyoung. “This, this is what is wrong, Y/N!”

Your brows furrowed as you read the text messages, but you couldn’t, for the life of you remember sending them. “Mingyu, I think-”

“What the fuck is this Y/N?!” He screamed, making you jump again and wince as you hit your back for the second time. “Are you fucking him behind my back?!” This time your wince came from the sheer volume of your boyfriend’s voice. 

“Gyu, he must be pranking you, please calm down lovey.” Your voice was quiet now, you’ve never seen him like this and it was really starting to scare you. Why would he yell at you without asking questions first? It really stung, worse than the pain you were feeling in your spine. 

He scoffed, “You have some nerve coming back here.” With that he stalked off to your shared bedroom and slammed the door, locking it behind him and leaving you there on the floor of your living room, shocked and crying. 

You stood up, grabbed your bag, and called Joshua, explaining to him what was going on as you ran out of your apartment building to call a cab and head to your brother’s.

Minghao

Your boyfriend, Minghao, didn’t have a short fuse per se, but he definitely didn’t have the patience of a saint either. But that was fine because he never directed his anger at you. You were the light of his life, his only love, and he let you know that on a daily basis. So when the words “You’re acting fucking crazy right now” came out of his mouth, it absolutely shocked you. 

“Hao, what do you mean by that?” You asked him quietly, not quite believing he would say such words to you and mean them. You were having a rough day, no MONTH, and when you got home from work all you could think about was how messy the apartment was. You got straight to work scrubbing and cleaning everything you could see and when Minghao arrived home from practice you asked if he could help you with the refrigerator. 

It set off a small argument about him being tired after a long day, but you continued cleaning even when he asked you to stop and have dinner with him. He didn’t understand, you needed to get the apartment clean before you could relax. But to tell you you’re acting crazy? You’ve never heard him say those words before. 

“You heard me, Y/N. You need to chill the fuck out! Why are you always like this when you get stressed?! You need to learn how to fucking relax because it’s getting on my nerves!” Minghao yelled into the mostly quiet apartment, the only other sound aside from him was the aircon running in the corner. 

“I - I do- don’t…” you stuttered, dropping the sponge you were holding, “I’m s-sorry Hao, I-”

“Don’t, Y/N. Just please leave me alone.” Your usually sweet boyfriend stormed past you and into your bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. 

You took a few deep breaths like Minghao had taught you previously when you’ve had panic attacks, and sunk to the floor, back against the kitchen cabinets. You couldn’t stop the tears now, so you placed your head between your knees and tried fruitlessly to get your breathing to calm down. 

Minghao was in the other room, in a similar state after what he just said to you. But all he could do was sit and listen to your sobs while he figured out what exactly was wrong with him that he would be the cause of your hurt like that.

Seungkwan

Living with Boo Seungkwan, one of the sassiest idols in Korea, was bound to lead to spitfire arguments and fights occasionally. You were used to your little spats, always making up by the end of the evening. Seungkwan had a rule, after all - never go to bed upset. 

That is why you were so shocked to receive a phone call from your boyfriend right before you got off work. 

“Y/N I need you to stay somewhere else tonight.”

“Wait, what?” You were confused, you and Seungkwan had been living together for almost a year now, and he has never asked this of you before. “Where am I supposed to stay?”

“I don’t know, Y/N and frankly I don’t really care right now. I can’t believe you told Seungcheol about our trip.”

Your heart dropped to your feet at the mention of Seungcheol, because yes, you had accidentally let it slip that you and Seungkwan were planning a weekend trip to Jeju to visit his family and have a little getaway before they went on tour. You didn’t think it was a big deal at the time, as Seungkwan hadn’t asked you to keep it a secret or anything, but the look on Seungcheol’s face after you told him told you that Seungkwan most likely never planned on telling him. 

“We have a schedule on Saturday and I was planning on skipping it, and you’ve gone and ruined the whole thing.”

“I- I’m so sorry babe, I didn’t realize-”

“Save it, Y/N. I can’t believe you would go blabbing to Cheol of all people! Do you realize what you’ve done? I got chewed out in front of the whole group during practice today!” His voice was rising and your guilt was too. “Just, find someplace to stay tonight, I don’t want to see your face. And maybe this weekend too.” At that, your boyfriend ended the call, leaving you distraught at your desk. 

One of your coworkers noticed the tears running down your face and came over to ask if you were alright, and you nodded but said you needed to head home, as something important came up. She understood and let your boss know as you gathered your things and headed down to the subway. 

Back at your shared apartment Seungkwan was pacing back in forth in the living room, unbelieving of what he just said to you. Yes, he was rightfully upset, but that didn’t give him the right to ream you like that. You would come home, right? You had to, you had a rule, after all. You never went to bed upset. 

But Seungkwan waited up for you all night, calling your phone dozens of times before it eventually turned off. You never walked through the apartment door and now he has no idea where to find you. 

Vernon

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

Those were the first words you heard from your boyfriend’s mouth as you walked out of your shared bedroom after getting ready for work. 

“What’s the matter, babe?” you asked as you finished tying your hair up. 

“Don’t ‘what’s the matter, babe’ me. My fucking lyric sheets!” He held up a stack of papers that looked like they’d been soaking in water all night. 

“Oh no, what happened?” You asked, moving towards Vernon with outstretched hands as if you could actually dry the papers for him. 

“Oh, I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?! Someone left a glass of water on the table where the cat could knock it over, and guess what?! She did!” He shook at papers in your direction to emphasize his point, splashing you with frigid droplets, and making you flinch. And yes, you did leave your glass of water on the coffee table last night, being too tired to get up and do the dishes, but did he really have the right to blame you?

“Look, Vern, I’m really sorry, but-”

“Don’t even try to say it isn’t your fault because it fucking is!” Your usually quiet and calm boyfriend yelled at you in the middle of your living room. You were honestly so taken aback that you didn’t know what to say to him. Vernon was typically so cool and collected that seeing him red in the face with anger was not something you were prepared for this early in the morning. “I can’t fucking believe you.”

“You know what, Vern, I’m sorry but you don’t get to talk to me like that.” You said in a quiet voice, betraying your confident words. You walked over to the front door and grabbed your jacket and bag before turning around to look at your boyfriend again. “I’ll go to Jihyo’s after work. I’m sorry about your papers.”

Vernon watched you with wide eyes as you exited your apartment, slamming the door behind you. You were right, he shouldn’t have spoken to you like that, but he was just so angry when he came out of your bedroom this morning to find his lyrics ruined. He huffed a sigh before plopping down onto the couch and placing his head in his hands. How was he going to fix this?

Chan

It wasn’t like you to come home so late, but your annoying boss asked you to calculate some projections for next quarter 15 minutes before your clock out time and you couldn’t just tell him no, especially when you’re up for a promotion this month. So you took on the task and ended up working 3 hours of overtime. 

You were so caught up in paperwork that you didn’t even think to text Chan, your boyfriend, and let him know you’d be home late. You didn’t think he would mind, but when you sat down on the bus to head home, you checked your phone to find 9 missed calls and dozens of texts. The last few were especially worrisome.

From Channie: do you have any idea how worried i am?!?

From Channie: i swear to god Y/N if you dont call me back

From Channie: where the fuck are you???

From Channie: are you out with that guy, from work?! 

From Channie: you know what? Dont bother coming home

You furrowed your brows. Chan never usually reacted like this. You pressed the little green phone icon next to his name in an attempt to soothe whatever he was feeling, only to be met with his voicemail. Instead you tried texting him a few times, but the texts stayed green, never going through. Confused, you pocketed your phone and continued on your ride home. 

When you got to your apartment you keyed in your passcode and walked into an almost completely dark apartment.

“Channie?” You called out, setting your bag down on the console table. “Chan, what’s going on?”

All of the sudden your bedroom door bursts open to reveal a slightly tipsy Chan, stumbling towards you. “Where the fuck were you?!” He yelled, slightly slurred.

“Chan - Chan what - are you ok?” You asked, slipping your shoes off and walking towards him with your arms out to steady him.

“Am I ok!? Am I OK!? You’re out with who the fuck knows doing God knows fucking what and I can’t reach you. And you have the balls to ask if I’M OKAY?!” He roared, making you take a few steps back. You’ve never seen him this angry before, and it confused and scared you.

“Chan, my boss asked me to work on some projections, you know how he-”

“Oh fucking save it, Y/N! Just get the fuck out of my face!”

“Chan!” By now, tears were running down your cheeks, you honestly couldn’t believe your sweet and loving boyfriend was saying such cruel things to you right now. “You know I’m up for promotion and - and…” 

“And what, Y/N?! You think you can just sleep your way to the top?!”

You swung your hand back and slapped your boyfriend as hard as you could across the face. It seemed to jar him enough that he snapped out of whatever rage he was in. He blinked a few times, sobering up, before he looked at your tear-streaked face, realizing what he had just said. 

“Y/N, wait.”

“No, Chan, fuck you!” You screamed, running into your bedroom and slamming the door shut. He deserved that, he thinks. 

“Baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” he knocked on the door a few times before trying the knob, it was locked, “just let me in, please. I’m so sorry, baby, so, so sorry. Let me in and we can talk, I don’t know what came over me, I was just so worried about you.” He was rambling now, but he wasn’t sure what else to do, he knew if he didn’t fix this he was going to lose you.

He could hear your sobs on the other side of the door and it was breaking his heart. He slid down the wall opposite the door, resolute to wait there the entire night until you finally opened the door.

[tubbytarchia]

Thoughts on the dynamic between TIES Tango and BB Jimmy? Or even the silly rivalry they have in SL? There’s just so much adorable fluffy potential there and I’m just 💭

- 🧚🏼‍♀️

YOU'RE RIGHT THERE IS AND I LOVE THEM. SL ranchers are SO cute and precious its off the charts. Limited Life however...

Ok drawing that hurt a bit so I'm immediately following up with this

Limited Life is so carefree in general it's SO fun and probably the least angst material out of any of the Life series to me (of course there is still plenty, can't underestimate the traffic fandom's ability to find angst in everything) including Tango and Jimmy. They're so fun and you're right that it's a lot of fluff potential, mostly because Jimmy being a "bad boy" is so funny. BUT THE, MAN. TH The fact that this is the one after DL, after Jimmy so desperately wanted to apologize to Tango for how they went out and who knows if he got to do that or not. I love the idea of them reuniting in some temporary afterlife game or dark void following their deaths, but also what if they didn't get to talk... maybe it was only Tango's distant messages "you're still here? It's over. Go home. Go" that reached him and then he just didn't dare to talk about it other than the one time he instinctually called him "rancher" again. I can't help but be filled with angst when I think about LimL ranchers but I trust that where there is angst, hurt/comfort is sure to follow.... If not then I just die I guess

The bad boy sunglasses are very convenient to hide the look with which he gazes upon Tango from a distance... But then oop Tango hops through the nether portal on top of bad boy mansion and Jimmy decides to go for it, to try and harken back to how they used to be to gauge how Tango will react when he goes "The boogie's being chosen, you're here with us now, we have to look into each other's eyes!" (paraphrasing) and then he's like "oh Impulse is here too" lmao and then that's just kinda it. And then TIES blows up bread bridge and auughhghhh you know??? I'm so bad at expressing how I feel, sorry this is a ramble. But I love them so very dearly and I could absolutely imagine inconspicuous moments between them. Like whenever I think of potential LimL rancher fluff my mind goes to this one fanfic about Jimmy being sleep deprived and he just kinda ends up at TIES and Tango puts him to sleep. Stuff like that

And idk what more to say about Secret Life. Their little rivalry is so funny and literally idk if it's the fanart that has absolutely fucked with my head but every time I think about them I imagine them awkwardly flirting on complete accident and just being kind of weird but. very lovable. They had only two notable interactions and those two interactions left me permanently deranged

ANYWAY THANKS FOR THE ASK ANON

[monsoon-of-art]

Little Writing thing, wanted to write some Hayday, but from the perspective of Xavier, his Ray-Of-Sunshine coworker at a grocery store.

Xavier really wasn’t sure what to make of his new coworker. Sure, Mister Murphy was going on about needing a cashier, and Xavier was a little happy to have another dude to hang with, there was just…something about Lee.

His name was Lee. Or, at least that’s what he liked to be called. Mister Murphy began saying a name starting with a “C”, but Lee was quick to speak over him. Lee was fine.

Lee was…strange. For starters he was tall as anything, and he grimaced when Xavier tried to crack a joke about it. Maybe he had heard that one before. Lee was tall and pale, had green eyes (with very dark circles around them) and dirty-blonde hair about the length of his shoulders.

Tangerine playfully asked if he cut it himself, and Lee - without any hint of sarcasm - nodded.

Xavier was more than happy to train the man, showing him how to clock in, where his locker was, where the cash registers were stored, how to set up his till, all standard practice.

(He swore he saw Lee’s hands twitch when he opened the safe with the registers inside. Maybe he was nervous at handling them, and Xavier wouldn’t blame him one bit.)

Lee had been silent on his first day, save for a nod or a shake of the head. But by the end of the day, he thanked Xavier for the help, and the man had the thickest southern accent he had ever heard.

Xavier tried to crack a lighthearted joke about the accent, earning himself only a sneer. He had probably heard that one too.

Soon enough, Lee settled in well enough.

He was…a little strange. Xavier wasn’t quite sure what to think of him.

He was skittish, jumpy almost. He barely smiled, and when he did, they were hesitant, tight-lipped smirks. Xavier had only heard him laugh once, a downright sinister sounding snicker when Tangerine tried to do a tiktok dance on the table and fell. He was helpful to customers and to the other coworkers, but the moment he was on break, Lee wasn’t going to let anything stop him from taking it. He drank coffee like a fish drank water, and Xavier had never ever seen him bring a lunch, but Lee was happy to ‘take care’ of products that couldn’t be sold.

Xavier thought of his level thirteen Harengon rogue in his current campaign when he thought of Lee. He was definitely jumpy like a rabbit, and he definitely had some rogue-like qualities.

Mister Murphy locked himself out of the office one morning, and Lee quietly offered to pick the lock on the condition he got to leave with a full day’s pay and zero questions.

Mister Murphy had called bullshit, and truthfully, so did Xavier. But Lee pulled something out of his pocket and picked the lock then and there.

And immediately walked out.

Lee was…a mystery. Xavier couldn’t help but think of the mystery campaign he ran two winters ago, where the key to solving it was learning more about the mansion’s mysterious owner. But this wasn’t his campaign, and Lee stubbornly remained closed off.

Xavier had tried; he tried all the jokes he knew, he tried inviting him to places afterwork, he even extended a seat in one of his Dungeons and Dragons campaigns, offering a freshly written half-elf rogue just for Lee.

Lee rejected all of his efforts. He rejected everyone else, too; Joy offering him to join her book club (a thinly veiled ask to make him do work around the house, something that Xavier had fallen for), Tangerine asking him to do tiktoks with her, even Hannah had sheepishly asked him for drinks after work.

“‘m busy.” he’d say sipping from his seventh cup of coffee. (Yes, Xavier had counted.)

“With whaaaat?” Tangerine asked, leaning closer. “What do you even do after work? You’re always in such a hurry to leave.”

“Not important.” Lee continued to deflect, free hand tapping on the table. By now, Xavier knew he did this when he was nervous. “Man’s allowed his privacy.”  

“Right you are!” Xavier cheerfully agreed, giving Lee a good-natured slap on the shoulder. “We only bug you because we’re curious, dude.”

Lee gave him an unimpressed glare over the rim of his coffee cup.

A strange development happened a few weeks later. The newspaper had arrived, with details on a relatively new villain that had begun to stalk the city streets at night. Updates on villains wasn’t anything out of the ordinary…but this new villain gave Xavier the creeps.

This villain had yet to identify themselves, had yet to make a grand, dramatic speech about their goals or wants. For all the city knew, this new villain robbed places blind, and had tried to kill Dragonfly the very first night they appeared.

The papers were calling it ‘the Scarecrow’. Xavier wondered if the thing was even human, he certainly didn’t think so. Gaunt and lanky with patchwork clothes and a wide-brimmed hat, looking like it had walked right out of a horror movie with the scythe it held.

Luckily, the papers weren’t on his checkstand. Xavier honestly didn’t know if he would be able to handle it.

They were on Lee’s checkstand, though, and the poor guy looked shaken up about it. White as a sheet, one hand covering his mouth while the other anxiously tapped on the counter. Sure, Lee was jumpy, but Xavier had never seen him like this before. Not even when he broke a bottle of wine and Mister Murphy called him into the back office to reprimand him.

“Oh, dude, Lee-” Xavier started to say, voice sympathetic. “-I’m sorry you got those on your checkstand. I wouldn’t be able to handle it- That thing gives me the heebie jeebies, man.”

Lee’s eyes darted over to him, wide and frantic. He cracked a nervous smile, half-covered by his hand, “I-It’s just a man in a suit, ain’t it?” he asked, voice cracking. The tapping grew louder and faster. “H-He hasn’t hurt n-nobody…”

Xavier winced, hissing through his teeth. “I dunno man. I heard it like- eats people’s hearts? Or something like that!”

That’s what one article hypothesized, anyway. The author was a little far-fetched, but she was the only one coming up with actual ideas. Her theory was that the scarecrow had been brought to life by some kind of ritual, and now sought precious gemstones for its master, and blood to keep itself satiated.

Lee’s entire demeanor changed. Now, he looked at the man as if Xavier had suddenly started speaking Russian backwards. “...yer not serious.” he said, sounding completely unamused.

“Yeah man! Blood rituals! That’s what I heard. It’s kind of like an encounter in the Curse of Strahd-”

“I need to open my till now.” Lee cut him off firmly, heavily implying he was done with this conversation.

Xavier watched him for the rest of the shift, worried. Lee didn’t smile once that day, and his hands shook when he’d hand bags of groceries to customers.

Lee had somehow become even more withdrawn afterwards. He barely spoke, and he looked even more tired than usual. 

This puzzled Xavier. Lee had never reacted this way to other villains in the newspaper. Maybe he was just scared and didn't want to talk about it. Toxic masculinity was a hell of a thing, and Xavier gave Lee his space, encouraging the others to do the same.

Once the newspapers were replaced, he slowly started acting as he usually did. His weird, closed-off, usual self.

During a slow day, Tangerine grabbed the TV remote from Mister Murphy’s office. “Guys, guys, Dragonfly’s on the news!” she shouted, turning up the volume to the little television on the corner of the ceiling.

Seeing their city’s Superhero during the day was a rare sight. It looked like she was fighting a giant robot of some kind, the news report barely able to film the fight.

“Ooh, I hope that’s far from us.” muttered Joy, pretending to sweep as she watched.

Tangerine shrugged. “That looks like the other side of the city, we should be fine. Not like the boss would let us go.” She said with a giggle, taking out her phone to start taking selfies.

Xavier noticed Lee was watching with keen interest, and gave him a playful nudge. “That’s right, you’re not from here.”

Lee briefly tore his gaze from the television to give him a sarcastic glance. “What gave it away?”

“This is probably the first time you’ve seen her, huh? The Dragonfly!”

“It’s just Dragonfly, not ‘The’ Dragonfly.” Tangerine corrected, not looking up from her phone.

Xavier rolled his eyes, but turned back to Lee. “What do you think? She’s something, huh? Not every city has their own Superhero!”

Lee didn’t answer. But Xavier could practically see the gears turning in his mind, thinking of a response.

“She’s…she’s somethin’ alright.” he finally said, repeating what Xavier had said. There was a strange tone in his voice, one that Xavier couldn’t really identify. Hesitant? Strained?

“I think she’s super cool. I mean, I sure couldn’t do that, man!” Xavier said, trying to move on. With a sly grin, he said in a hush. “I think she’s kinda hot. Easy on the eyes, you know?”

Xavier nearly burst into laughter at how red Lee’s face got at that. “Leeeee, you’re a dog! I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry!”

“She does her job.” Lee tried to insist, crossing his arms over his chest. “And she does her job well, from what I’ve seen. I can respect that.”

How very pragmatic. How very…him. Xavier smiled and pat him on the back. “Least we got one thing in common, huh dude?”

Lee gave him a long, unimpressed look before shrugging. “Sure. One thing. One thing in common.”

[sturniololoco]

Could you do a little sister fic where they find out she’s in an abusive relationship? (Maybe Chris goes to fix his hair and she flinches)

Toxic

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

warnings: toxic/abusive relationships, flinching, etc.

Note: This is based off of a couple different requests, but I’ll put them at the bottom just incase so there’s no spoilers!

SLS/N’s POV

I love him. Don’t I?

That was what I was thinking on my way back from Luke’s house today.

He kinda snapped at me before I left today, which was normal, but what really threw me off was when he smacked me on the leg, hard. It caught me so off guard, so I started crying, which only made him even more upset.

It was my fault, I’m too sensitive. I should have just agreed with him when he was talking to me the first time. I should have just-

“Someone’s quiet today. What’s on your mind kiddo?” Matt asked me, breaking my train of thought. He picked me up from Luke's house today, and we were now headed home.

“Uh-yeah, yeah I’m fine.” I say, as we pulled up to the house.

-

Nick made chicken Alfredo pasta for dinner tonight, and I could smell it as soon as I walked through the door.

“It’s about time you slow pokes showed up! I’m hungry!” Chris wined, banging his fists on the table like a child. Nick smacked him lightly on the shoulder, rolling his eyes as he set plates of steaming pasta in front of us.

-

After about two hours of eating dinner and talking on the couch, I decided to call it a night and head to my room to shower. I grab my towel and turn on the water to warm it as I undress.

I pull down my cargo jeans, but I find a big purplish-red mark on my thigh, right where Luke had hit me. The mark had a big blue circle in the middle, probably from his ring. I didn't mind the pain though, I was being too sensitive.

It's kinda like I have a piece of him with me now, I thought.

-

My shower was done and my hair was brushed, but I couldn't help feeling like something was wrong.

I should call Luke and apologize.

I went to his contact and FaceTimed him. No answer. I tried one more time. I heard the line pick up, but before I could start talking, I heard a voice that wasn't Luke's say,

"He's busy." Then ended the call.

I stared blankly at the screen, so many thought that I did.'t even comprehend going through my brain.

Who was that? Why was she with him? Does he have a sister? No.... Is he...is he cheating on me?

I feel tears well up in my eyes at that last thought. I quickly wipe them away, clearing my throat, thinking,

"What is wrong with you?! Do you know what he would do if he knew you thought of him that way?! You are so disloyal! You don't deserve him!

I pinched myself, hard, right next to the bruise from Luke.

He's probably just busy like she said.

-

I woke up the next morning to a text from Luke, and I immediately felt relieved.

Luke❤️: Picking you up @ 9 be ready

I sent him a thumbs-up and began to get ready, throwing on some leggings and a crew neck. I put my hair in a ponytail and threw on some mascara, then walked downstairs.

"Morning SLS/N!" I hear my brothers say. Nick had some bagels laid out. I quickly grabbed one and threw my Uggs on while eating it. As I finished I stood right by the door and stared out the window, waiting for Luke's truck to pull up.

I wouldn't wanna make him wait!

-

I shouted a quick, "Love you boys," to my brothers before climbing up into Luke's truck.

It reeked of perfume, one that I would never wear.

His Mom must have been in here recently.

"Why do you look so sloppy today?" Luke asked me, looking my outfit up and down as he pulled away from my house.

"Oh, I just thought-" I began to say, but Luke grabbed my ponytail and yanked my head towards him, shouting,

"I didn't ask for you to talk back!"

I quickly apologized and winced at the pain in my head. He let go of my hair and rubbed the side of my head. I leaned into his touch. he chuckled then let go.

-

I've been at Luke's house for about two hours, but all he's done is play his video game while I sat pretty on the bed, hoping for some of his attention.

"Luke?...Hey Luke?" I began to say his name hoping he would notice me.

He muted his mic and slammed his headset on his table, briskly walking over to me.

He crouched down in front of me, and just when I thought he was about to give me the attention I'd been waiting for, he smacked me on the side of the face.

"What is wrong with you? Can't you see I'm in the middle of something really important right now?" He yelled in my face. I feel the tears well up in my eyes I mumble an apology.

"Oh my gosh, now your gonna start crying like I'm the bad guy! I-" He started to yell again but was interrupted by a call. He pulled out his phone, checked who it was, and then answered it while stepping into the hallway.

-

Luke came back into the room, slipping his phone back into his pocket while saying,

"You need to get your brother to come pick you up. I've got someone coming over soon." He said, before going back to his game.

I quickly gathered my things and went to give Lke a goodbye kiss, but then thought better of it.

I called Matt as I walked outside and sat on the curb. He picked up on the second ring.

"Hey, can you come pick me up?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't ask questions.

He did.

"Why" Matt asked.

"Oh he-uh... had a meeting he forgot about and doesn't have time to pick me up," I said. It wasn't a complete lie, he was meeting with someone.

-

As Matt and I drove out of his driveway, a white jeep pulled in. A blonde girl, with long fake lashes and nails, stepped out of the jeep and walked inside.

-

My brothers and I got Pizza for dinner tonight, so we decided to watch a movie while we ate. I had changed into some PJ shorts and one of Chris's hoodies for the occasion.

I was in between Nick and Chris on the short part of the couch, drinking a Pepsi. As I was reaching to put the can on the coffee table, I accidentally spilled it on the floor.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Chris put his hand up. I immediately crouched down, putting my hands over my head to avoid being smacked. I waited for the contact to hit but it never came.

I look up to see all my brothers staring at me with shocked and confused faces.

"Did-did you think I was gonna hit you?" Chris asked me, reaching a hand out to help me up. I cursed myself for flinching at that too.

"I-I...Well-you see I" I began to say but Nick cut me off.

"I need you to be honest SLS/N. Is Luke hitting you?"H said, giving me an I already know kinda look.

"N-no! He loves me, there is just a little love tap! He-"

"Then what's that giant bruise you've been pretending not there from?" Matt questions me.

I look up at him. And then it dawns on me.

Luke has been hitting me. And cheating.

At this I break down into tears, finally letting all of my bottled-up emotions out. Chris leans down and picks me up, bringing me into his lap and cradling me.

"Shh, your okay. Your safe here with us. We won't ever let anyone do this to you again. we gotcha kiddo." Chris says into my ear softly. Matt and Nick scoot closer and join us.

-

My thoughts change.

You never deserved him? Ha! More like he never deserved you. He used you, hit you, abused you. Fuck him.

All of these thoughts finally added up, and now they will never change, because my brothers will always be here for me.

"We gotcha kiddo."

So Sorry this took so fucking long! Here are the other requests! And I'm sorry if the story didn't completely line up with what you were asking, but if you drop another request I can try and mak a whole new one with that just by itself!

[erisweekofficial]

Today we're highlighting @shadowsandlint, another wonderful Azris writer! SL has such a way with words, so much of it reads like poetry. You can't go wrong with any of her fics, but here are a few to start with.

If you need a place to start, try SL's favorite fic she's written (and our favorite too) Autumn Winds Across the Sea

What did Azriel say to Eris at the High Lord's meeting? Your Scars on My Pulse has all the answers!

If you want a cute Azris fic that'll make you feel warm and fuzzy, read O Holy Night! The Stars Are Brightly Shining.

Read on to learn to learn more about @shadowsandlint and if Eris is going to win a battle against Loki and Lestat!!!

Give us a name for one of Eris's Brothers!

I haven't named any of his brothers in my fics yet, but I would like for them to be in the same vein as Eris'. He is named after the Greek goddess of strife, and is one of Zeus' many children. So maybe Arcas, the hunter, or Horai, after the goddesses of seasons.

Give us a name for one of Eris's hounds!

I've named one of the hounds Erebos in Your Scars on My Pulse! In Greek mythology, Erebos is the personification of darkness, which I found fitting for a smoke hound.

What drew you to Eris Vanserra as a character?

The masks he wears. He has so many layers! When we first met him after under the mountain, I immediately got the sense that he was more than he seemed. He was too well thought out to only be a flat character, with little quirks and hints to a world beyond the surface. What is he hiding? We have gotten some answers, but I want SJM to answer it all!!

Do you think Eris had any childhood friends?

Yes, I think he did before he got old enough to fully understand his role and the expectations that came with it. But after he and those around him made that connection, I think those relationships might have ended up being only superficial friendliness, in order to not have any weaknesses to be used against him.

How does Eris deal with the expectations placed on him by his court and family?

He probably reminds himself of the end goal quite a lot, like a mantra, repeating that it'll all be worth it once Beron is dead and he can shed his wicked persona. And lots of alone time in the Autumn woods with his hounds. Doggie cuddles make everything better!

Eris v Loki v Lestat. Who is winning?

I fully believe we have not been shown the extent of Eris' powers yet (the incident with Feyre and Lucien on the run was too suspiciously easy for them), so he might have enough tricks up his sleeve to take home the victory. I mean, how did he find and capture Azriel? And this is before becoming High Lord, so we can only imagine how powerful he'll be then.

[pickastitch]

how pearl really got those extra hearts after beating the ender dragon

aka sl!shiny duo ficlet (469 words)

Pearl really didn't know how she ended up fighting the Ender Dragon on a server with no natural regeneration. Well, that is partly a lie; she knew exactly what, or more accurately, who convinced her to come here.

The session started off fairly normally, a question passed around The Mounders to start off the session before they all got their tasks. Her task deemed her the butler of Impulse, and she was so excited that it was him and not someone more reckless.

Or so she thought because when Gem asked Impulse and herself if they wanted to go defeat the Dragon. Impulse agreed immediately. Pearl can still see his smug look when saying yes, knowing full well she would have to come with him. She did consider failing the task just to avoid almost certain death, and she probably would've if anybody but Gem was asking her.

After all she did outright tell Pearl, “You are the most capable one here. I believe you would do a good job,” and who is she to argue with Gem?

So now she is stuck in The End with Impulse and Bdubs until either she or The Dragon dies. There were a couple of close calls which led to her ending the fight with two and a half hearts, but Bdubs got the final hit before The Dragon took her first life. They were free; he handed her the dragon egg to thank her for the work, as it seemed Impulse did a suspiciously low amount of damage, they all hopped into the portal to return back home.

Pearl woke up back in her little dirt mound, and she was thankful for her block choice; the smell of the dirt and just Earth itself was so pleasant. She didn't realize how much she missed it. There were voices right outside; it seemed like Mumbo and someone else talking, she got up to investigate.

She finds a pumpkin mask right outside her mound. “You did it! You did it!” Gem chants the moment she opens the door. Pulling her out of the doorway, Gem hugged her so tightly and spun her around as Mumbo spoke congratulations. Instead of the physical contact reducing her health, the hearts shot all the way back up to thirty, and Pearl wanted to stay in her arms forever. She didn't realize how deprived of touch she was in the name of survival, but she loved the embrace; she got to forget about the whole death game situation, the stress of the tasks, and the chaos that she had just arrived from.

But Gem finally let go, pointing them both to the Taskmaster. Pearl sighed as she figuratively and physically stepped back into the chaos, but deciding it could at least be bearable with Gem by her side.

[frangipanilove]

“Consumed Part 2"

Does anyone still believe a car is just a car in TWDU?

…because if you do, I'm thrilled to inform you that you’re wrong, in the best way possible 😄

Here’s Carol, from the trailer. She generously lets the guys at the car shop know that their buddy Mick is stuck in the trunk of a car up the road, and if they get to it immediately they might reach him while he still has oxygen. That’s a veiled reference to the theory of Beth being put in the trunk of a car after 5x8 Coda, in an unknown state somewhere between "death" and "resurrection".

(BTW the name of this gentleman seen in the pic above is Grady. Yup. Grady. I'm just saying)

I already wrote about this scene (here). Carol misinforms them he’s in the trunk of a Dodge, when in reality he’s in a Ford Mustang. That's TPTB teasing us symbolism-hunters from TD. None of those car makes are randomly chosen. I’ve written a bunch of posts on the symbolism around both Mustangs (such as for exemple here, here and here) and Dodges (here). They’re both cars that we constantly see in the resurrection-symbolism around Beth. For starters, my hypothesis is that Beth was put in the trunk of Officer Lichari’s Dodge Magnum after 5x8 Coda.

Officer Lichari’s Dodge Magnum is incidentally also the specific car daryl and Carol see drive by in TWD 5x2 Strangers (and it has the same licence plate as the car that kidnapped Beth in 4x13 Alone, read more here):

They decide to follow it into Atlanta, where they eventually find Beth.

And the car they drive while following Officer Lichari into Atlanta is this one:

A Cadillac Seville SLS (with a very peculiar license plate we’ve seen a bunch of times throughout the seasons, I’ve written about why that’s important here).

Back to Carol at the car workshop. She overpowers the men and needs a car to continue her search for Daryl.

She jumps into the first and best she finds, which happens to be…

…a Cadillac Seville SLS…

...which @wdway brilliantly discovered was the same car as the one from 5x2 Strangers...

So, a Cadillac Seville SLS was instrumental in the sequence of events that led Daryl and Carol to Beth the first time around, in 5x6 Consumed. And now, we're about to see a repeat of the same storyline, with the same car. We're about to see Consumed part 2. And Beth will be waiting at the end of that storyline, just as she did the first time around.

Interestingly, when Beth was kidnapped in 5x13 Alone, is was in a Cadillac Coupe DeVille

...which is of course also a Cadillac, and for what it's worth, "DeVille" rhymes with "Seville", although I don't know how much emphasis I want to put on that for the time being. I haven't ruled out a connection, considering we've already seen the serious/Sirius, beer/bear connections over the years...

But at the very least, they're both Cadillacs, and as a final fun fact, I could probably mention that Seville is a major city in the south of Spain. And as we know, season 3 will take place in Spain.

[thecoolerliauditore]

Just curious, when did you start shipping Pearl and Scott? Or at least when you realized you did ship them?

sorry if this is a more pretentious answer than you anticipated anon because this is actually something I had to think about for a bit. Because to answer when I started shipping them, I would first have to define what shipping is, and that was one of the biggest question marks over my head when I entered the fandom as well as when I started doing Scott/Pearl stuff.

I wouldn't say I really engaged in fandom prior to life series, the closest thing would be pokemon nuzlocke comics back in the day, so I might've had a somewhat weird impression of "shipping" because to me at the time being a this or that shipper just meant you were obsessed with the dynamic between two (or more) characters to me, that dynamic being romantic is the default expectation but typically it wasn't weird to see "I ship them as best friends" and stuff like that.

So MCYT was kind of a culture shock for me since so much of the fandom is "duo" content, yet "shipping" is treated as its own separate category. Which makes... enough sense I suppose when you factor in CCs and boundary discourse, but it now meant I had to pull apart my own scenarios and imagery in my head to dissect whether it's romantic-coded enough to classify as "ship art" vs "duo" art. Which I now, looking back, would maybe classify as a form of torture albeit very enlightening in terms of seeing how much that label of platonic vs romantic actually influences peoples read of the art. <-- I could go on about this point i.e. how platonic/romantic is just as much of an abstract concept as masculinity/femininity and how this relates to the joelshipping discourse but I'll cut myself off there.

So if we define "ship" as when I first became obsessed with their relationship and daydreaming about different little scenarios for them: Probably around the time I just finished their POVs of last life and immediately afterwards got spoiled on the ending of DL by seeing it out of context in animatics. I was so intrigued at why Scott would do that, and at the time I hadn't know Pearl won DL so I assumed he permakilled them both. It just seemed so harsh and I only got more invested after seeing snippets of Pearl in Bdubs' DL POV which was my first DL POV.

If we define "ship" as when I saw their relationship as being not entirely platonic: when Scott himself called her his "ex-girlfriend" and I was like. 🤨 this is when I started getting headaches over the concept of shipping because "exes" and "soulmates" and "girlfriend" are all very romantically coded terms, but I assumed people would not respond well to Scott/Pearl art being tagged as shipping.

At this time I didn't think Scott actually saw Pearl as anything past a friend, but that he was making things weirder than they had to be because the "soulmate" label was freaking him out (comphet king). Hence romantic tension, but no actual romantic attraction from either of them. (<-- this is still a pretty solid take I think btw maybe more solid than my current take)

Alot of the fanfics in my head at the time revolved around the narrative I saw of m/f best friends torn apart by outsiders forcing a romantic label ("soulmates") onto their relationship. There's was Alot of post-DL Scott apologizes AU stuff in my brain where they hug and promise to be best friends again regardless of what others think. I was so naive then.

This is also what started the. aughh wahhhh wah eughhhh auhhh ahhhhhh!!!!!! feelings when looking at fanart of them. you know the ones.

If we define "ship" as when I decided no actually Scott desires her carnally: SL was a heavy hitter with its Scott/Pearl moments and the insane fucking things that blue mf had to say about Pearl ("you guys are obsessed with Flower Husbands when it's really just been me and Pearl").

Also at the same time I was slipping ever so slightly closer to RPF lite and learnt about Scott's history of ship-baiting with female CCs. I will never unsee that one goddamn thumbnail he made where he photoshopped his face onto. I think Laurens(?) wedding photo to make it look like they got married. Very much the no hetero to Joel's no homo. So that part of me who was just the littlest bit of self-conscious that I would make CC Scott uncomfortable kind of imploded on the spot never to be seen again.

If we define "ship" as actively wanting them to get together and get married and have a happy future together: Never.

My current "ideal happy ending" for them is something clicks in Scott's brain and he has a breakdown and disappears. And the only time he and Pearl see eachother again is just in the street or something years later and they've both moved on with their lives (extra angst points if they both have their own new partners/families) and kind of just. make eye contact for a second and then walk off.

If I let the shippy brain parasitee take me, my "idealer happy ending" would be something clicking in Scott's brain and he has a breakdown To Pearl, apologizes and they have a big mutual crying session before tuckering themselves out and falling asleep together. From then on Scott kind of tries to keep his distance from Pearl, and Pearl eventually tells him she'd forgiven him a long time ago and they learn to be friends for real this time with maybe a little bit of added intimacy thrown in there.

I think this would be wild coming from both of them, especially Scott, and don't think they would do that. But it does make me happy imagining it.

Unfortunately their current situation is um. "whether you want it or not" and "pearl's memory is selective" which is um. hmmmm.

[clover-doodles]

GUH I wanna ask stuff so bad about the Watcher Scar au but idk what to ask, uhhh

I would like to think though that Scar returned to season 9 just before it ended, where from a lore standpoint Grian panicked and made Xisuma switch the seasons so he could take Scar somewhere safer, where the Watchers wouldn't immediately know?

Idk lol I really like your au

I feel this would actually happen cause when scar returned Grian could probably sense a watcher’s presence before he even saw scar and panicked and maybe Pearl would be near by see Grian panicking he would then tell pearl that he senses a watchers presence and head straight to Xisuma and come across Scar along the way then Grian realizes Scar is the watcher he’s be sensing and panics even more then he did before because first Scar wins SL and then doesn’t return with then rest of them and when he does he’s now a watcher (and Grian’s been running away from the watchers and now they know where he is) so Grian just rushes the reunion and just drags scar with him to see xisuma and when he’s gets to xisuma Grian is just goes “we need to leave” with barely any explanation after Xisuma gets an explanation from pearl on what she thinks is going on they prepare to change seasons and once they are in season 10 the reunion and hurt/comfort begins

I’ll probably make a comic about this and then just ramble about my confusing ideas 😂

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

How would all the violetta and SL girls’ parents react if they told them they were pregnant? (If they told them during canon and not as adults)

Violetta: Well we know that even if Violetta would be an adult and married Germán would beat the crap out of whoever did this to his daughter… but Yeah in the show when she’s a teenager it might even be way worse. I can see Violetta trying to desperately hide it from him as long as possible.

Luna: Her parents would be a bit concerned due to her young age, but support her no matter what. I also think their feelings depend on how Luna feels - if Luna wants to keep it they help her out and support her, and if she doesn’t then they help her with that too. Although in private when she isn’t hearing they are probably more anxious about the whole thing and try to discuss what to do.

Francesca: Judging from what we saw in the show, Fran seems to have a lot of family around even when her parents moved back to Italy (as she got to live with her aunt and uncle when she stayed). So I think her parents reactions are essentially ”Well. It’s up to you to do what you want with this. If you keep it we’ll make a little nursery for it and it can be with your aunt while you’re at school”

Nina: Ricardo would immediately be like ”that’s great!! 😃” while Ana would give her lectures on how she should have been more responsible, while simontaneously deciding she’s gonna be some sort of guide on how to be a mom. She’d also be like ”and have you figured out what to do with school? If you keep it, have you thought about dropping off? Can I talk to the father’s parents??”. Also Mora (she’s also Nina’s mom she has two moms) would just be like ”Wonderful news you gave me!! 💜💜” and sew a bunch of baby clothes, even if Nina was only like some few weeks in.

Camila: I love the idea of ”Camila has a giant hippie family” so if she was pregnant her parents would just shrug. ”Someone is always home if you need someone to look after the baby when you’re in school”

Ámbar: Haha… yeah there’s no way she’d tell Sharon. However, Sharon 100% would find out anyway and when she does, Ámbar prepares for her to disown her or yell at her for ruining her reputation with this teenage pregnancy. She is ready to say she can get an abortion (even if she’s not sure she wants one) just to please Sharon. However, Sharon sees this an opportunity to raise someone else just like her. So she’s like ”keep the child. We have plenty of room. And I can take care of it while you study in Paris.”

Ludmila: Priscila would be disgusted that her own daughter could do something like this and ruin her reputation… the odd thing is, she’s against abortions but she’s also against Ludmila keeping the child. So she plans on essentially forcing Ludmila to adopt away the child immediately at birth and ”forget this ever happened”.

Jim: I feel like her parents would be like ”well, if you’re sure about this then we’ll support you through it all”.

Naty: My feeling is that they’d feel whatever Naty feels about it. If Naty is happy, they are happy. If Naty is sad, they are sad.

Yam: I think her parents trust her so they are like ”well, whatever choice you make with this will be the right one. We’re here to help if you need it.”

Delfi: I feel like her parents would feel a bit disappointed that she wasn’t ”careful” enough and scold her about it, while they want to make her prove she’s capable of taking care of a child.

Jazmin: I have a feeling they think Jazmin is super innocent about everything and didn’t know how she ended up pregnant, but they also want to keep her pure so they are like ”Yeah honey you must be the next virgin Mary <3”. Meanwhile Jazmin is like ”lol my parents think I’m the virgin Mary they can’t believe I slept with a boy 🤣 They’re so odd”

[jewishbarbies]

the way swifties will go out of their way to put down women (esp POC women recently) in order to hype up Taylor is appalling.

For example,the Camila Belle situation is so frustrating because swifties either refuse to acknowledge that an actual person was referenced in better than revenge or they harass her to be ok with it, as if being sl*tshamed by Taylor swift is a badge of honor (hypocritical considering her reputation and how "there's a special place in hell for women who don't support other women"). Taylor has MASSIVE influence- ofc camila doesn't want to accept her mistreatment, but swifties ofc will be delusional. Who even cares about one lyric being changed?? It's 10 seconds, just listen to the song and be done with it.

Also regarding ice spice, when her collab with Taylor came out, swifties were ragging on ice spice and her stage and song presence, saying thst she "ruined" the song- as if she was the one who forced Taylor to include her on the track?? Taylor's a huge musician, her and her team know what they're doing, the song being bad wasn't ice spices fault at all. It was especially annoying because NO ONE seemed to realize how weird it was that Taylor was doing this right after her then bf was caught saying slurs about ice spice. Swifties act as if Taylor isn't a multimillionaire pop star with her own pr team controlling everything behind the scenes (although now they're not as subtle as they used to be). The song being rushed and bad still managed to work out thought for taylor, because it deflected from Taylor's racist bf

Recently i even saw swifties criticizing zendaya for not associating with Taylor anymore. There was a rumor zendaya left Taylor's friend group bc she didn't agree with her during the whole kimye scandal or something (which, yeah, i acknowledge probably isn't even one of the better reasons to stop being friends with Taylor). But the way people in the comments were reacting was disgusting- everyone was talking about how zendaya was so fake, how she was a backstabber, I even saw someone saying that if Tom Holland had a rumor start about him she would break up with him immediately because she only cares about her image... WHAT. No one knows what zendaya (nor Tom for that matter) would do or be like in their normal lives because they know how to maintain privacy with their fans, unlike taylor , who shares everything with her fans regardless of how harmful it could be considering the sheer amount of influence she has. Plus, zendaya was still up and coming in the industry at the time of the scandal- she likely had other reasons to stop working with Taylor (such as wanting to not be overshadowed by her) but ofc swifties only care about how poor Taylor was affected (as if she doesn't have a circle, which consists primarily of white women, to back her up)

Sorry for the long rant but this has been on my nerves for months. Taylor's hypocrisy seems to have rubbed off on her fans, and I seriously wonder if this entitled behavior affects them in their real lives and personalities as well. I truly don't understand why people would have such an obsession with someone they don't know and who doesnt care about them, elevating her to some sort of deity like figure who can hurt others yet still need to be protected in the end

At this point, I'm sure they're willfully ignoring Taylor's controversial behavior in order to keep supporting her because I don't see how anyone could be clueless about her intentions after the mess that was this past year for her.

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

She Has No Idea (That I’m Even Here) - Chapter Four

Pairings: Steve Harrington x reader, one-sided Billy Hargrove x reader, side Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley

Work Summary:

Steve Harrington x reader Summer Camp AU with a side order of Billy Hargrove being a dick.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4387

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Final Chapter!

warnings for slut shaming, bullying, slight ED themes, Jason Carver being a dick, Billy being slightly less of a dick, little bit of fighting/violence, ronance <3, jealousy, being kinda attracted to billy despite him being a dick, sex mentions, boner mentions, weed, (potentially underage?) drinking, hellcheer friendship, mentions of roofies (nothing dub- or non-con happens though), protective stevie, chrissy cunningham deserves to be happy, mentions of homophobia

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The last couple of weeks of camp went by in a blur. Billy had avoided you since your awkward moment in the cafeteria, but you’d been so busy with activities and a surprisingly bustling social life that you hardly noticed.

Most evenings after dinner, some combination of Steve, Eddie, Jonathan and Argyle came to hang out in your cabin, which eventually got dubbed ‘the party cabin’. The staff turned a blind eye.

A few days before the camp closed at the end of summer, you and your cabinmates, plus Steve and Eddie, were playing a card game on the floor of the cabin. The windows were all open due to the sweltering heat.

Over the sounds of cicadas chirping and Steve shuffling the deck, there was a knock at the door.

“Probably Jonathan and Argyle,” you said, about to get to your feet, but Eddie was closer to the door so he made it there first.

It was not Jonathan and Argyle. On the doorstep was Jason Carver, flanked by his friends. He seemed taken aback to see Eddie.

“What the fuck are you doing in my girlfriend’s cabin, freak?” he snapped.

“I’m in my friends’ cabin, actually,” said Eddie. He didn’t back down, so Jason shoved past him to get in. Steve was on his feet immediately, blocking Jason’s path. You couldn’t help but notice that he’d positioned himself between Jason and all the girls in the room.

With considerably less grace, you got to your feet too.

“What’s your problem, man?” asked Steve, raising both hands placatingly.

Jason glared back at him. “Stay out of this, Harrington. I’ve been hearing whispers around camp that guys have been coming and going from this cabin a lot. I’m not okay with my girlfriend hanging out with other guys without telling me.”

“Without your permission, you mean?” you snarked back at him.

His gaze fixed on you then. You felt like he was trying a bore a hole right through you with his eyes. “I never said that.”

“Regardless. Chrissy isn’t only person in this cabin. We’ve all been hanging out with our friends in the evening. Chrissy hasn’t done anything wrong.”

“Oh, so all of the guys are here to see you, are they?” He scoffed, looking you up and down. “Running a train on Y/N every night? I gotta tell you, it doesn’t surprise me that you turned out to be a massive sl-”

Jason didn’t get to finish his sentence, because Steve launched himself at him, pinning him to the wall.

“You keep your damn mouth shut, Carver,” he growled at him. Chance and Andy began to advance on Steve, but you stepped into the space between them. You could feel Eddie coming to stand at your other side.

“You need to get out of my cabin, right now,” you said.

Jason glared at you. “Or what?”

“Or I throw you out,” said Steve, redoubling his grip on Jason’s shirt. “You don’t get to just come into the girls’ cabins without asking, even if your girlfriend is staying there, asshole.”

Jason shoved back at Steve, who stumbled back, letting go of his shirt. Straightening up, Jason dusted himself off, a look of disgust on his face.

“I’m here because Chrissy has barely been talking to me, and now I know why. All you little satanic freaks have been poisoning her mind.”

“Jason.” Chrissy’s firm tone cut through the air. The room fell deadly silent. “They’re not freaks. They’re my friends. You need to leave now. I can’t date someone who acts like this.”

Jason’s face went white as a sheet. “Baby, wait-”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me. It’s over, Jason.”

His brow furrowed. He pushed Steve aside and made for Chrissy. “Baby, please, let’s talk about it.”

You stepped into his path. “She said it’s over, Carver. Move on.”

“This is none of your business, slut.” He barged past you, knocking you off balance. Steve caught your arm so you wouldn’t fall, and Eddie stepped in front of Jason. Steve was poised, ready to fight, but you put out a hand, trying to calm him.

“I’m not trying to steal Chrissy away from you, Carver,” said Eddie. “She doesn’t want you here anymore. So you should get lost.”

Jason looked over his shoulder at his friends for backup, but they looked uncertain. “We don’t want any trouble,” said Patrick. “Maybe we should leave?”

“I’m not going anywhere without Chrissy.”

“Jason… We should go.”

With his friends backing away, Jason didn’t seem so tough anymore. Both Steve and Eddie were taller than him, and it was clear that if it came down to a fight, Patrick, Andy and Chance weren’t going to get involved.

He glared at Chrissy, and then at Eddie, before turning on his heel and walking out the room. The door slammed behind him, making the whole cabin shake. You let out a shaky sigh of relief.

Behind you, you heard a strangled cry. You turned to see Chrissy with her hands over her face, shoulders shaking. Eddie knelt down beside her and put a tentative hand on her arm.

“It’s okay, he’s gone, you’re alright,” he said, and she shook her head, moving her hands. She was laughing. It was a strange, hysterical laughter, but it was better than her crying.

She wiped a stray tear away with the back of her hand and said, “I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks.”

Nancy put her arm around her and squeezed. “Proud of you.”

A moment later, there was another knock on the door. You tensed, but this time, it was only Argyle and Jonathan.

“I just ran into Carver and he told me to fuck off,” said Jonathan, sitting down next to Nancy. You watched Robin’s eyes dart between them.

“Thought you were gonna get schmacked,” said Argyle, grinning hazily.

“I just broke up with him,” said Chrissy, and then she giggled.

“I’ll cheers to that. Sounds like you’re in need of a celebration.” Argyle pulled out a little baggie of weed, some rolling papers and a grinder. Eddie not so subtly sat down next to him.

“You okay?” Steve murmured to you. “Thought Carver was about to start swinging.”

“I’m okay. Are you okay?”

“Wouldn’t be my first fight,” he said, smiling at you.

“I reckon you could actually take him.” Unlike Jonathan. Unlike Billy. You hadn’t been present for either of those beatdowns, but you’d seen the aftermath.

“Thanks for your faith in me.”

*

On the last evening of camp, after a day of activities, there was a party for the kids. The cafeteria tables had been rearranged to make space for a dance floor, and the whole place was decorated with streamers that you and Chrissy had spent hours meticulously putting up.

The tables were laid out with pizzas and soda, and a stereo had been brought in to play music. Nancy had been in charge of putting together a mixtape for the party; Eddie had also volunteered, but had been overruled.

Even though it was for the kids, it was fun. You ate pizza until your tummy hurt, sitting on the sidelines with Eddie and Chrissy, watching the kids doing their ridiculous dances in the middle of the open space.

Jason sat across the cafeteria from you with his friends, watching Chrissy instead of the kids that they were supposed to be chaperoning. It surprised you that Chrissy didn’t seem all that bothered by it. She just sipped on her soda and clapped along, encouraging the kids to dance.

You even managed to persuade Erica Sinclair to dance. Despite her confidence, she was pretty inhibited. She was afraid of seeming ‘uncool’ for even a second. So you stood up with Eddie and Chrissy and did a few ridiculous dance moves of your own, until you noticed her out of the corner of your eye, challenging her older brother to a dance off, the winner of which was highly contested. Mission accomplished.

Once the kids had all been sent back to their cabins – full of food and sugar and caffeine – the counsellors had a celebration of their own. Your ‘party cabin’ wasn’t big enough for everyone, so you gathered in a big clearing in the woods.

Argyle brought the weed, while Eddie had managed to source a crate of beer and a couple of bottles of vodka. Nancy had squirreled away the leftover soda from the kids’ party, which meant you could have mixed drinks. Steve and Robin had built a campfire, bickering about it the whole time. Even so, it turned out pretty well.

The staff had all turned in early for the night (though you suspected they may have been having their own party in Hopper’s office) and as such, you weren’t worried about getting caught. There was no music – no one wanted to risk drawing the attention of the campers – so the air was filled with the sounds of people talking and the campfire crackling.

You were glad to see that, while Jason’s three friends were here, Jason himself was not. You imagined that he was sulking in his cabin, pining over Chrissy. Good.

There was a big, smooth-looking rock at the edge of the clearing. You squatted down and dug your hands under it, trying to lift it. It was heavy, so you only managed to get it about a foot off the ground before one side tipped to the ground again.

“Need a hand?”

You looked up to see Billy standing over you. You straightened up immediately, letting the rock fall back into its original position.

“It’s fine.”

“Come on.” He gave you a half-smile. “Where were you trying to put it?”

“Near the fire.”

“Okay.” He bent down and heaved the rocked into your arms with considerably more grace than you had. His arms and abs clenched with the effort. “Show me where you want it.”

Feeling a little embarrassed, you led him back over to the fire and pointed to the spot you’d been eyeing up (close enough to feel its warmth, but not close enough to be bothered by the smoke). He lowered it into position and even straightened it up for you. You had a perfect little bench for one.

It was a warm night, so you slipped Steve’s hoody off your shoulders and lay it down on the rock for you to sit on.

Billy cleared his throat awkwardly. “What are you drinking?” he asked.

“Uhh… vodka lemonade?”

“Alright.” You watched him walk over to the tree that the drinks were being stored under and grab you a cup.

Normally, you weren’t sure you’d trust a drink prepared by Billy Hargrove, but you had just watched him make the whole thing, step by step. Besides, you knew that Nancy, Robin and Chrissy would never let you wander off with Billy even if he did slip something in your drink.

“What was the point of me bringing this all the way over here if you’re not even gonna sit?” he asked, gesturing at the rock good-humouredly. He had a beach chair under his arm and a can of beer squeezed in the crook of his elbow. “Or you could sit on this. It’s actually designed for sitting.”

“I prefer the rock. It’s more rugged.” You sat down and he passed you your cup. With a hand now free, he unfolded the beach chair, sat down and cracked open his beer. As he took a sip, you watched a bead of condensation roll down his chin.

His attractiveness was undeniable, but it was at times like this that you realised that he was beautiful. If he hadn’t treated you so badly for all these years, you probably would’ve thrown yourself at him that night at the cafeteria, in spite of your feelings for Steve. Unlike Steve, you were sure that Billy liked you.

But in the real world, Billy had spent years finding little ways to poke and prod at your insecurities, chipping away at your self-esteem. Had he liked you back then? Or did saving his life make him see you in a new light? Was his bullying all some kind of strategy to make you feel like you couldn’t do better than him, or had he been in denial, taking out his confusion at his own feelings on you?

It didn’t matter. He was an asshole. An apology, a drink, and moving a rock weren’t enough to make up for years of ill-treatment. Could you like him in the future? Maybe, but there was a lot more work to be done before that.

Steve had been an asshole once, and now you were head over heels for him. It stood to reason that, if people could change, your feelings about them could too.

“Are we gonna talk about what happened that night at the cafeteria?” you asked.

“I’m gonna need more beers before that.” He started to stand up, but you grabbed his forearm, and he froze.

“Sit down and start acting like an adult for once.”

He met your eyes and slowly lowered himself back into his chair. “What’s there to talk about? I got the message. You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, Billy.”

In spite of everything, you found it hard to hate him. You knew that he’d moved out of his dad’s house as soon as he turned eighteen, and at that point, he’d changed. He wasn’t nearly so violent and volatile as he had been.

Of course, you’d never witnessed it yourself, but there had been rumours about his dad. That he’d hit him. And sometimes Billy would come to school sporting a shiner, and he’d tell everyone that he’d got into a fight, but you hadn’t been quite sure.

Maybe people are all products of their environment. Steve was only ‘King Steve’ in high school, surrounded by adoring admirers who were too sycophantic and cruel to tell him when he was being an asshole. Without those admirers, he was kind and caring and sweet and protective.

Maybe Billy was Billy because of his dad. But that didn’t change anything. He’d still done everything he’d done. He’d still tormented you for years and beaten the crap out of Steve and threatened to hurt Lucas for dating Max, and probably a lot of other stuff you didn’t know about.

Maybe someday he would stop being the boy who did those sorts of things. But he would always be the boy who had done those things.

“I don’t hate you. I just don’t want to date you. You’ve spent years making me feel like shit. How could anyone build a relationship out of that?”

Billy sighed. “I know I’ve fucked up. I know I have. But I’m trying to make it better.”

“Well, keep trying.” You took a deep swig of your drink. You were pleasantly surprised to find that Billy had even put ice in it.

“Alright, you don’t want to date me. How about we just have some fun? I could show you a real good time.” He leered at you, but you now saw this for what it was. He was falling back on a defence mechanism, acting like a perv to try and push you away. Or maybe he just really wanted to fuck you. Either way you leant back in disgust.

“No thanks. I’m not interested in having a ‘good time’ with you.”

“Because you’re in love with Harrington.”

“This has nothing to do with Steve!” you snapped, far too loudly. There was a lull in conversation as people turned to look at you. Your face was hot, from the fire, the booze or the embarrassment, you weren’t sure.

“You should probably tell him that. He’s been staring at me like he wants to kill me for the last five minutes.” Billy took a sip of his beer and nodded towards the edge of the clearing. You followed his gaze and saw Steve leaning against a tree, crushed beer can in his hand. When he saw you looking, he quickly looked away.

“I’m man enough to know when I’m beat. I hope he makes you happy,” said Billy. And with that, he stood up and patted you on the shoulder.

You realised with horror that he was walking over to Steve. Steve visibly tensed, but Billy just said something to him, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at you. Steve looked up and your eyes met. While you were looking at Steve, Billy tossed his beer can on the ground and walked off into the trees.

You had told Billy that none of this had anything to do with Steve, but you wondered if you had been wrong. Steve had been a constant presence this camp season, always there to feed you that little bit of hope that maybe you had a chance with him.

If you had truly believed that nothing could ever happen with Steve, if he hadn’t showered you with compliments and carried your trays and lent you his hoody as well as a hundred other little kindnesses, would you have let Billy kiss you?

There was a time when you had felt desperate to be loved. Billy had fueled that, with all of his insults and teasing that made you believe no one desired you. Maybe in another world, you would’ve been desperate enough to let him kiss you, and fuck you, and take whatever else he wanted from you because that’s all you thought you were worth.

But in this world, there was Steve. Steve let you know that it was okay to hope for better. To want someone who made you feel like you were worth wanting.

A moment after Billy disappeared, Steve pushed himself away from his tree and walked towards you. Your heart was starting to speed up. You drained the rest of your cup nervously.

“You want another one of those?” he asked you.

“Sure. Vodka lemonade, please.”

“I know. I watched Billy make it for you.”

He took your cup and went over to the drinks. Your eyes scanned the rest of the party, looking for your friends. Chrissy was smoking a joint with Eddie, Argyle and Jonathan. Her hair, normally tied back in a tight ponytail, hung loosely around her shoulders. She looked happy.

You looked around for Robin and Nancy, but couldn’t see them anywhere.

As Steve slid into the seat next to you, you asked him, “Have you seen Robin?”

He looked around and then leant closer to you. “She snuck off with Nancy a few minutes ago, after I told her to stop being such a dumbass about it. She had to take a couple of shots, but she did it.”

“You know about Robin?” you asked in disbelief.

“I’m the first person she told.” He grinned at you, looking proud. That surprised you. You knew that her and Steve were close, but you couldn’t imagine her confiding something like that in him. You supposed you knew them both less well than you thought. “And a couple of weeks ago, she told me that she’d told you too. She’d been so nervous, but she said you took it well.”

“Robin is my friend, no matter what.”

“Good. ‘Cause she’s my best friend, and I can’t be spending time with anyone who’d hurt her.”

“I’ll cheers to that,” you said, mimicking Argyle as you clinked your cup against his beer can.

“So, I see you gave Billy the bum’s rush.”

“I was nice about it!” you protested.

“Nicer than he deserved, I’ll bet.” His fingers tapped against the arm of his chair. You wanted to put your hand on his, but you were nowhere near drunk enough.

“He, uh… He tried to kiss me a few weeks ago. I didn’t let him.”

Steve swallowed a sip of beer, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion. After a moment, he said, “Good.”

“Why’s that good?” you asked, hoping that you knew the answer.

“Because he’s an asshole.” Your heart sank a little, but then he said, “And you deserve better. You deserve someone who makes you feel you could tell them anything. Someone who won’t turn around and use your insecurities to hurt you.”

“Uh-huh. You got someone in mind?” You had almost finished your second drink now, and you were starting to feel a little bold. As Steve opened his mouth, a wave of anxiety overcame you, and you got to your feet. “I’m gonna go get another drink. You want one?”

“Sure.”

You expected him to wait for you, but after a moment, you realised that he was following you. As you poured a more generous helping of vodka into your cup, he said, “Can we talk? Somewhere more private?”

Afraid of what might come out of your mouth if you spoke, you just nodded.

You followed him through the trees, wondering how the fuck he managed to navigate through the thick foliage, until the two of you emerged into a familiar clearing. The big wide stump was waiting for you, looking enticing under the moonlight.

Steve didn’t sit down though. He took a big swig of his beer, swallowed, and then said, “I’ve been kinda messed up over you all summer. It’s been a long time since I felt this way about anyone.”

Your heart stuttered. Under the moonlight, his eyes were big and dark and bright as they stared into yours.

“Robin said I was being an idiot. And a hypocrite, because I was always telling her to shoot her shot with Nancy. Every time I was alone with you, I’d get so close to telling you how I felt, and every time, I clammed up. I was scared to make a fool of myself, which is stupid because I’ve been making a fool of myself in front of girls for years. Just ask Robin. She used to keep a tally of all the times I struck out. I wasn’t scared to put myself out there. But with you, it’s different. I was just so terrified that you’d turn me down. So I chickened out, every time.”

“Steve…” you breathed, unable to believe what you were hearing. Steve Harrington had thought you would turn him down. The world was upside down.

“But then you rejected Billy and I thought that maybe… well, maybe you might like me too? Even though every time I got close to you, you’d end up backing away. You were always the one who left first.”

“Because I was scared,” you said. “Scared that it was all a joke. Or that you were just being nice. Scared that I’d get too close and become too clingy and you’d think I was a gross creep or something.”

“I’d never think that.”

“Steve…” His name came out as half a laugh and half a sigh of relief. “I’ve had a crush on you since, like, fifth grade.”

The invisible bar that had been holding you at arms’ length from him seemed to collapse, hitting you right in the stomach. Steve crossed the distance in one stride and cupped your face in his hands. He kissed you, and you felt like stars were bursting inside you.

It was a sweet, gentle, chaste kiss at first, but you were a little tipsy and a little horny from the way Steve was touching you, so you kissed him back sloppily, licking at the inside of his mouth.

He responded in kind, hands touching you everywhere, trailing kisses down the column of your throat as you gasped for breath. He manoeuvred you both until your butt was pressed against the tree stump, his hands sliding up the outside of your thighs until they reached the hem of your shorts.

You kissed until you ran out of breath, and then you leant your head back, letting Steve nibble and suck at your neck. The moon stared back down at you, almost full. You wondered if the moon was making you crazy, or if it was just Steve making you feel like this, desperately grinding on him in the woods.

You hooked one leg over his hip, tugging him closer.

“We need to stop,” he panted, fingertips sliding up under your t-shirt. “Or else I’m gonna have a problem.”

“Feels like you already have a problem.” And it was true that you could feel him through his shorts, half-hard and pressed up against your leg.

He stilled. “As tempting as the idea of fucking you in the woods is,” your stomach swooped at the suggestion, “I want to take my time with you. Somewhere where no one is going to interrupt us.”

You swallowed and nodded. “Okay.”

A smile flitted across his face. “When camp is over, do you wanna go out with me?”

“Yeah, I really do.”

When you finally managed to drag yourselves away from each other, you helped each other straighten your clothes before heading back to the main party.

Nancy and Robin had re-emerged, sitting on a log by the fire, thigh to thigh and both looking very giggly. Nancy’s hair was messier than you’d ever seen it, and you thought that maybe you could see the trace of a hickey on Robin’s neck.

Your eyes met hers, and she stared at the way Steve’s arm was slung casually over your shoulder. She grinned at you, and you grinned back.

You passed by Eddie, who looked at you both with wide eyes and an excited smile. He was about to say something, but Steve raised a hand.

“Don’t you dare,” he warned, and Eddie raised both hands in surrender.

Steve’s hoody was still on the rock where you left it. You tried to offer it back to him, and he looked positively offended by the suggestion. He picked it up and draped it over your shoulders, and then sat down on the rock himself. You were about to sit in the chair beside it when he tugged you down to sit sideways across his lap.

“How are people gonna know you’re my girl if you’re not wearing my hoody?” My girl.

“Well, I think the fact I’m sitting in your lap right now might be a clue.”

“You’re so smart,” he said, grinning at you dopily. You couldn’t help but giggle. “My girl’s so smart.”

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Notes:

Thank you for reading <3

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Turbofox Coding Has Its Blurses (Part 2)

It's a part 2, hoo boy! Straight into the valveplug here, since the stuff I added to part 1 disappeared.

Warnings: Valveplug. The usual deal. Also mentions of pregnancy possibly occurring because that's how this ended up going (bitty already has a name and alt mode)

Something something story below the cut

As Subiector thought, she was in for a long night. Springer changed her position from on his thigh to on the berth, legs spread and valve still leaking.

Springer chuckled, "To think that you shot me once in alt mode, making me unable to use my flying mode for some time, and now we're interfacing. Who would've thunk it?"

The words that went out of his voicebox made Subiector cringe. She remembers that incident from a few million years back, when she had to use the sharpshooter skills she learned from Deadlock (now Drift) and the sniper skills she learned from other Decepticons. She never tried to purposefully hit a lethal spot, only neutralizing any threats.

Springer was in his flying mode when she shot him down. He likely knew it was her since she was discovered by Whirl, who grabbed her by the tail when discovering it was her. Subiector barely escaped him, but Springer ended up meeting her later anyway.

Subiector covered her face, "I swear to Primus Springer, if we ever end up with a sparkling we are not telling that story."

"Is that just your coding wanting you to carry or do you actually want a bitlet?" Springer proceeded to get a tail to the side of his face at his question.

"Sir! That's something that would be logistically difficult to raise while there's a war going on! Even if I can get the Predacons and Combaticons to agree to a truce, I-" Subiector winced as her heat intensified, the discussion of having sparklings making her frame shudder in anticipation. Dammit Subi, you did this to yourself.

Springer sighed, "Well, it's probably unlikely that you get sparked depending on how far we go. I can just eat out your valve until you're tired enough to recharge." Springer brought his face closer to Subi's valve, "Ready?"

Nodding, Subiector spread her legs in preparation for Springer eating out her valve. Placing a kiss on her anterior node, Springer then began licking into her valve with his glossa. Optics half-lidded in concentration, Springer focused solely on Subi's valve. Glossa entering in and out of the valve canal, aiming points that made her legs and tail twitch.

It was something Subiector never experienced before, interfacing with anyone. If anyone asked her a year ago if she would interface with an Autobot Wrecker as her first, she would immediately decline. Oh, how the irony writes itself.

Already sensitive from her first overload, it didn't take long before she overloaded for the second time. The second one made her chassis heave in exhaustion, still not fully used to interfacing. After licking up all the transfluid, Springer looked up at her before sitting up.

"You seem tired, I'll clean you up. You're going to rest up now, that's an order." Springer winked at the medic, who responded with a pout.

"Petty." Subi glared at him as he started to clean the transfluid that was on the berth and his thigh.

"Say what you want, but even Drift told me that you need one." Springer leaned over to Subi, frame casting hers in shadow. "Unless you want me to spike you so hard that you won't be able to walk?"

If Subiector is anything other than a workaholic, she's inherently stubborn. His words spun her on to take the challenge, but was it just her heat making her do this? At this point, Subiector wanted her heat to be over, so she took on Springer's suggestion with one word, "Bet."

"Well then, don't blame me when you're stuck here for a few days." Springer's spike pressurized with a hiss, clearly he was getting pent up as well. The delicious sight made her valve producing fluid all over again, anticipating the penetration.

However, Springer didn't spike her yet. He used his digits to slowly prod her valve, likely to make sure she wouldn't yelp in pain when he actually spikes her.

Subiector was getting impatient, bucking her hips into his servo. Springer shook his head, leaning into her, "How impatient, guess I've checked enough, your valve should be relaxed enough to take my spike."

Gently, Springer pushed his spike into Subi's valve, looking back and forth between her valve and face to check for discomfort. Even as his spike fully sheathed into her, he always checked for any discomfort in Subiector.

"Feel good?" Springer asked, which Subiector responded to with pressing her helm to his and nuzzling his enstril with her own, putting a servo on his neck.

"Mmh, keep going." Subiector left a peck on his enstril, doing a small bounce on Springer's spike to rile him up. He smirked, beginning to slowly thrust into her.

Springer knew that Subi never interfaced until now. He's overheard conversations she had with others saying so. He had interfaced before, given the occasional Wrecker orgies that Subi would definitely shudder at the concept of. Because of that, Springer gave himself a duty of making sure that Subi's first was a damn good time.

As Springer's spike went in and out of Subi's valve, Subiector slowly got more feverish, nibbling on any part of Springer she could reach with her dentae. The bites started off soft, but as Subiector began humping into him the bites started getting harder in intensity.

Eventually, she overloaded onto Springer's spike, biting hard onto his shoulder as she did so. The combination of sensory inputs made Springer overload as well, transfluid painting Subi's valve and into her forge.

Just having someone overload into her forge shouldn't be enough to spark her, Subi thought to herself. In her post-overload haze, she lazily traced the bite mark she left on Springer. She no longer felt affected by her heat, only tired.

Springer cautiously pulled out his spike, lifting up Subiector's lower half to prevent any further transfluid spills. After her panel went back in place, Springer began cleaning up the transfluid that was on the berth.

"Are you alright? Feeling any pain?" Springer asked as he used the rag to clean the transfluid off Subiector. She shook her head, curling her tail around his arm.

"It felt good. I'm just tired." She replied, optics half-lidded. Subiector would've gone another round if she weren't so exhausted.

Subi placed her servos on Springer's face once he finished cleaning himself, bringing his face close to her own. "Can I kiss you before you go?"

Springer nodded, leaning into the kiss. It was a short kiss, only lasting a few seconds, but both enjoyed it.

After the kiss, Springer leaned her into the berth, giving her another on her purple finials. "Go recharge now, captain's orders. If you need my help again, contact me personally." He kissed her cheek before walking to the door, "Rest well."

It didn't take long for Subi to fall into recharge, as soon as the lights turned off she fell asleep.

Walking down the hallway past the habsuites, Springer noticed Perceptor approaching him. Perceptor stopped walking, looking at the Wrecker leader.

"What's with those bite marks on you? Got attacked by a turbofox?" Perceptor gestured to Springer's shoulder, bite marks still fresh. "Rest assured, there's no energon leaking."

Springer laughed, shaking his head, "Not like that. Apparently after that risky move she did with the Matrix a few months back, some of Subi's turbofox coding was restored and she went into heat. She was lucid, her heat still affected her."

"So you interfaced with Subiector?"

"I interfaced with Subiector. Don't worry, I made sure she consented before I did much to her." Springer added, "She ended up biting me after she overloaded a few times. But this isn't the place to talk about interfacing."

Perceptor scrunched his face in concern, "If Drift thinks you hurt his former charge, he might try to kill you. Also, I wanted to inform you that the scrambled spark signature Subiector has is due to several small sparks sharing space in her spark chamber. I was going to inform her, but I think I'll do that another time. Good night, sir."

Perceptor walked away, and Springer had a horrible realization. He fucked up, but he was ready for the consequences anyway.

What alt mode would the bitlet or bitlets have? Would one of them be a helicopter like his air mode? Would the bitlet be a helicopter ambulance capable of the same siren sounds of Subiector's mentor? Well, she can make those sounds, but it looks more like a scream with weewoo noises with it. Guess in due time it will be figured out.

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The Perfect Ending of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

I watched that movie during a time of immense heartbreak, I was with someone and we were taking a break. That person talked about this movie so much, and honestly, his head is way up his ass to think he is like Joel.

As you might have figured, we ultimately broke up and boy, was I glad.

But enough of that, let's discuss the movie's ending.

The Journey to the End

Essentially, Joel and Clem's relationship became rocky, and both of them goes under an experimental procedure to erase each other I their memories, Clem did it first, unbeknownst to Joel. Joel, in protest and anger, undergoes himself.

What we were revealed with was memories of their relationship, and in my opinion, their relationship was based on high highs and low lows.

They were complete opposites of each other, and while they adore each other , their views are opposing each other. Clementine's personality is what you could call a passionate flame, she warms you up and sometimes she could burn. She was well aware of how she is seen by the men she dated: a quirky fun charismatic lover/ saviour, and had warned Joel that she is no concept, but a person looking for peace of mind.

Joel on the other hand is a reserved artist. He is not an enthusiastic animated happy person, but a reserved person who need to time to process things and takes time to answer. Joel is easily content, but finds it hard to settle.

In their first run-through of their relationship, I truly think that Joel and Clem are in so many ways toxic. They were never going to work with who they were during that time.

The scene of them trying to mend their fight. TRIGGERING.

Clementine is clearly communicating her wants and concerns, but hearing what she is saying is quite aggressive and explosive. Joel mumbles and is mostly quiet, which can be worse to the person being clear. When he does talk, he is passive-aggressive. At the end of the conversation, Joel tries to cosy up to probably comfort Clem, but Clem moves away, with a face of annoyance.

That is where it was clear that they could not work. Joel is passive-aggressive and incredibly self-deprecating. Clementine is an emotional wreck and defends herself by offence.

I really am basing my observations along with CinemaTherapy's video essay of this movie.

The customized "lobotomy" experiment

Clementine leaves one night after another argument with Joel, where Joel completely implied that she was a sl*t. Being the Aries queen, she immediately decided to undergo a memory erasing procedure in a clinic named Lacuna. The procedure is basically a customized lobotomy, pinpointing specific memories to be erased. Clementine chose to erase memories of her relationship with Joel, of which he learned days after Joel went to make amends with Clem, who has completely forgotten about him and has a new suitor for an added salt burn.

Joel decides to undergo the same procedure, and thus, the movie’s main plot play.

I think this sci-fi aspect of Lacuna's experimental medical surgery is a fun idea that would only have worked with Eternal Sunshine. The 90s to early 200s had a lot of futurism themes, such as Spicy City, Evangelion, Ghost in the Shell, The Fifth Element, and Men in Black and Hackers. The media is incredibly aesthetic but usually is either cult following and are of the trend at the time. They are iconic, but the theme was scattered heavily as it was trendy. Eternal Sunshine had psychological thriller and drama ingrained, with its sci-fi themes kept at a minimum, albeit hugely practical to the plot. I can not believe just how great the screenwriting is, but I do feel weird about what Jim said Gondry (the director) told him in the cast meeting.

Back to the memory erasing surgery, I think it's also something a lot of people dealing with grief wished existed. It might be a manifestation of a desire of a solution to instantly soothe grief, and it is a direct point from the main moral of the movie, which I will get to in a moment.

The Role of Memories

I have seen movies using losing memories as a major plot device for a certain character. In this case, it is used as a literal device and its effect on characters. Domino effects.

Joel realized his wrongs as he went through memory lane. He loves Clementine, and halfway through the procedure, he immediately regrets the decision and tries his hardest to keep the memories that will eventually be erased. He engages into conversation with the Clem of his memories, reliving the wonderful and ugliest memories they have. In the process, he faces a lot of his underlying issues and grows as a person (not by much but a good amount. Remember, growth takes LONG). He also wanted another chance with Clementine, another go.

In Clementine's journey, memory loss proves to be damaging. She was going emotionally insane like something was missing. She was frantic and triggered every time Patrick (her new lover in the movie) would use Joel's memories to seduce her (unbeknownst to her knowledge). It was like she was simultaneously trying to either relive a similar memory or go away from it. She was confused and honestly, in my personal opinion, somewhat very guilty of what she was doing. She can't go about her day normally. I remember the two scenes of Joel subtly insulting her and calling her a sl*t. The argument and the recording. In both times, she was firm and offended. However, the second time, she communicated her feelings firmly but gently. She wasn't a person who gets around that way, and I think her relationship with Patrick was the proof of that. Even without the memories of Joel, she somehow felt like she was cheating on him (imo).

I really truly think their last memories of each other were about Montauc. They met there at the same time, like reliving a memory. They were the same people but grew a little, enough to have some actual compatability with each other. Let's be honest. She and Joel, in the first time around, were intrigued by each other by attraction, but their polar oppositions made them impossible to have common ground except highly joyous emotional situations such as celebrations, small moments of creativity, sex etc. Their issues held them back and mixed like fire and ice.

However, the second time, they were BETTER. Maybe not the best versions (this movie is about realistic growth, so the best versions will be very much not to our knowledge). Joel was still a quiet private person who isn't very confronting, and Clem was still overreactive and defensive. But what changed is their ability to take accountability and better engagement AND BETTER COMMUNICATION. Honestly, that is the major improvement, the ending scene of them actually TALKING to each other. I was like "an actual conversation".

In the end, him and Clem while having some growth and a successful memory, erasure, we're fated to meet and fall in love all over again.

It is an unorthodox love story which I tell you is oddly realistic, their fate is now up in the air, will they go back to their turbulent cycle or actually work this time around?

The Hope of The Ending

When I first watched it, it was around the time of a huge argument that is similar to one of Joel and Clementine's volatile fights. I was reactive and hurtful, he was pointed and quiet.

At the time, I thought the ending is that they were continuing a toxic cycle, even when I humoured my then boyfriend at the time that I think they'll get together in a better light. Because I wanted out argument and feeling fixed. But I think my thoughts during that time should have been the sign I took to actually break up with him. I was the only one working in that relationship, and he broke up with me. I'll admit it. He was a piece of shit. He revelled in the fact that he was wanted while wanting someone else.

Now, after a year after breaking up with him, I do not miss him at all, but my thoughts on the movie changed. I realize that Joel and Clem really were already established people. They just had to work on their self-esteem on their own for a bit, and they did. In the movie. They already did. So the toxic cycle wasn't exactly going to happen anymore. It was a matter of choosing to really work with someone on a relationship. Mistakes will happen, but that's the lesson. They have a choice to work through and move forward or break up and move forward separately.

I think Clem wanted a person who would be there for her, and while I think she can make friends (she needs to), I think the new version of Joel could actually work. I truly think they worked on their insecurities and anxieties during the Lacuna procedure. It's just that they need to grow continuously on their own a little while longer. Growth is an active choice and habit in the long run. Joel enjoys being alone but is now more open-minded and engaging. He matured a little more. These two could work. Or not. But those are choices they are given to take.

The ending gave the audience the lesson of choice. Either direction can set them free.

I made my choices in relationships. Some were the strongest and even solid ones I knew would work with me until the end, yet even those I made a choice to end.

This film taught me that it will be okay, it is better to have loved than lost, I have memories with them and that was enough.

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PLEASE tell us more about AdriMike 🙏🙏🙏

WHAUSHAHH!!!!! OTAY!!!

I don’t really know how to talk about stuff without being asked specific questions but I’ll give it my best shot!!!!!

So in my lore? I guess is the word? Mike and my S/I met during the FNAF 3 era (technically a little while before FNAF 3 starts, but while he’s working at Fazbear’s Fright). We’re coworkers, he’s the security guard while I’m a set designer (though I kinda do a little bit of everything because the manager (phone dude) is a cheapskate and knows he can just make me do it)

But also this takes place after SL, so he’s been scooped and is trying his best to avoid people and live in the shadows. The only reason he works here is because he’s trying to track down his dad.

So it kinda takes a while for us to meet, since we’re both the avoiding-people type. But eventually the manager has me install some stuff in his office (probably the manual reboot panel, since it’s likely there have been a lot of problems in the building that would require that) and we finally meet. I get a crush on him, like, immediately, and he’s kinda. hdhsh. Interested in me I guess? And he’s only supposed to work the nightshift but he starts spending more time at the attraction. He tells himself it’s to do more digging on where his dad might be, and in part it is, but also he just wants to spend more time with me (😳)

So that goes on like that for a while, but the more he starts to develop feelings the more he starts to panic, because he feels like he destroys everything he touches and if he gets too close to me he’ll ruin me and get me hurt, not to mention he feels like he doesn’t deserve good things. So he starts giving me the cold shoulder, which leaves me super confused because I thought we were growing to be friends.

So I go and try and ask him what’s going on, and he ends up lashing out, trying to scare me away. I just kinda freeze, leaving him to storm out pushing past the manager, who thinks he’s gonna quit.

The next day is Night 1 of FNAF 3.

The day after that, I get called out to investigate a lead the manager found, leading me to unearth the old Springbonnie animatronic from the old abandoned Fredbear’s Diner. Not knowing what’s inside, I bring it back to Fazbear’s Fright.

While looking it over in a supply closet, Michael spots me with the animatronic, and completely panics. He knows almost instantly who’s inside, and knows that if he finds out how Michael feels about me, he’ll kill me for sure. He needs to think of a way to get me out of the building, and fast, so he ends up yelling at me, telling me he doesn’t want me around him.

It works to get me to leave the area, but not the building, as my RSD is flaring up, and finding out that someone I thought liked me actually hates me is literally my worst fear, so I break down crying by the front door. And of course, Springtrap’s not stupid, he can see through his son’s ruse, so he makes a beeline straight for me.

Michael sees Springtrap attack me on the cameras, and freaks out, drawing him away with the audio lures before running to come get me. He brings me back to the security office, and we spend a very tense and stressful six hours together.

At 6AM, Springtrap stops moving, and Mike’s been through this song and dance twice before, so he knows it’s safe to leave, and offers to drive me home. Confused, injured and still a bit scared, I agree.

He offers to give me first aid once we get to my apartment, and again, I agree, but I make him explain what the hell’s going on while he does so. Reluctantly, he does, and admits why he said he hated me, and that he’s actually in love with me.

Uguvuhhh yeah there’s some more after that obvi buts that’s the more set in stone stuff I have so far. Sorry it was kinda angsty lmao