#yes the show won't come out until November

[electricfied-wolf]

Normal people are asleep post Unicorn Academy ocs because one of my pals very kindly traced a shot of Leaf to give me a base to make refs with, I didn't feel like trying to change up the mane so bear with me jdfjsiodfsdf. (These references are her pre and post bonding looks, the markings are also courtesy of the kind friend who drew the lineart because I wasn't happy with the initial markings concept I had and they offered to help me with that as well.)

Anyways, allow me to introduce you all to Artemis, a unicorn with "Moon Magic", which gives her the power to enter the dreams of others and create illusions. She uses the dream power to more often beg her rider for treats at 2am than actually do useful things, at least when she's using it on her own accord. She's a relatively mellow and easygoing mare in her downtime, but during training or possibly more dire situations, she becomes far more alert and active. Artemis' first priority is to protect her rider, sometimes so much so that she'll actively ignore others in danger purely to keep her rider safe. Not all the time...but it's a frequent occurrence.

[into-the-grey]

New Year, New Us

Best Friend!Noah Sebastian x F!Reader (18+)

Summary: You and Noah have been close forever, but who knew that new year's could make such a mess?

W.C: 6.6k

Taglist: @anything-more-than-human @blend-in-with-the-madness @rumoured-whispers @thisbicc

Warnings: Alcohol, drunk sex, p in v (unprotected, cause they're idiots), slight fingering (f!recieving), sadness, angst.

Masterlist

A couple more warnings under the cut for those who don't care about spoilers.

Spoiler Warnings: talk of abortion, talk of pregnancy, talk of pro-life v pro choice

ON WITH THE SHOW

The day had been dragging on, and the city was buzzing with excitement and preparations for the coming evening. New Year's Eve, time to wish the last year farewell and move into better days.

Or so you hoped.

The guys had decided to have a get-together. What was originally going to be a few friends and a few drinks had quickly turned into planning a party. You were a little nervous, but it wouldn't be the first time you'd gone to a party at their house.

Noah usually stuck by your side during these events, being a buffer between you and a stranger was easy enough for him. He knew you could get anxious, but he also knew you liked meeting people. It was complicated, but he understood.

'What's the dress code?' You asked him jokingly, your phone on speaker while you brushed your hair. You'd been on the phone with him for about an hour while he ran some last minute errands, picking up snacks and an extra case of white claws.

'I don't know if there is one, but considering the amount of girls Folio invited, probably clothing optional,' Noah snickered.

'Hey, maybe you'll get lucky with one of his spares,' you joked, spraying your hair with a heat protectant before picking up your straightener and adding some curls around your face.

'Maybe,' he said. You could hear his smile in his voice. 'I don't know, I was just gonna wear something casual.'

'What, sweats and an oversized t-shirt?' You asked, running your fingers through a curl to break it up into a soft wave. 'Come on, it's new years, have a little bit of fun with it.'

'And what? Wear my stage clothes? A glittery blazer?'

'Okay first of all, you know that blazer was amazing, and second, you have nice clothes. If I have to do a FaceTime fashion show with you later, I will.'

Noah laughed, knowing you weren't kidding. You would take any excuse to dress him up, and sometimes it was good, other times it lead to some weird outfits.

'I'll tell you what, I'll just match whatever you wear. So if you go over the top, I'll go over the top. Deal?'

'Ah yes, more fuel for the dating rumour fire,' you smirked. 'Fine, I'll send you a picture of what I end up picking.'

'I'm not committing to anything until you show up, Y/N. I know you'll find something insane and then change before you leave just so I'm overdressed.'

'I would never-!' You tried to scoff, but Noah cut you off quickly.

'November 2014, that party at Damon's house.'

'Oh shit, yeah I forgot about that,' you mused. 'You looked good in pink.'

'And you were in jeans and a T-shirt, you brat.' You could hear him trying not to laugh. It had become a cherished memory, despite the awkwardness at the time.

Noah's bright pink sweater had looked pretty good though, and you would stand by it.

The clicking sound of the handbrake being applied sounded through the phone, telling you that Noah was home.

'Alright, I'll be over in about an hour, okay?' You told him, shaking out another curl and watching your hair bounce in the mirror.

'Okay. I meant it, I'll match what you do, so don't fuck me over this time?'

'I won't, I promise. I'll figure something out so you might get a girl later,' you teased. You could picture him rolling his eyes as he said goodbye.

The phone beeped, disconnecting the call and resuming your Spotify playlist. While you finished your hair, you ran through some outfit ideas in your head. If you were going to try and get Noah to look good, you needed to wear something he couldn't argue with.

You had just the outfit in mind.

***

The sun had finally set, and it was time to go. You Ubered to Noah's house, since drinking was an inevitability. You had already planned to crash in Noah's room, like so many other nights.

As you entered the house, the boys were setting up, stashing drinks in coolers and searching for bowls to serve chips in.

'Hey Y/N!' Folio called, waving as you passed.

'Hey! Have you seen him?' You asked.

'Upstairs, he told us you're probably gonna make him wear something stupid so he's trying to hide all his worst clothes,' Folio cackled.

'That sneaky shit,' you laughed, heading up the stairs. 'He's not getting off that easy.'

You had thrown an oversized sweater on over your dress. It felt too early to be wearing something like that, and the sweater made you feel more comfortable until the festivities started.

Plus, Folio had wandering eyes, and you didn't need that just yet.

'Noah,' you called out, tapping on his bedroom door.

'Yeah?'

'Quit hiding your clothes, I have a mental inventory of your wardrobe, dipshit.'

The door swung open, and Noah scowled at you. You met his scowl, flipping him off before you both laughed. You trod into his room, seeing a pile of clothes crammed under his desk.

'Only you would have dedicated my entire closet to memory,' he said, sitting down on his bed.

'Because I think I bought eighty five percent of your clothes?' You shrugged, sitting on his desk chair and crossing your legs.

'So what's the vibe? A sweater and heels?' He asked, raising an eyebrow and looking you up and down.

'Oh no, this is just until the party. The sweater is staying in your room,' you smirked, looking from him and back to the pile of clothes. 'You tried to strip everything, didn't you?'

'Maybe...'

In the closet there were only a few tops left. Most of them were oversized tshirts or bad omens merch. But in the back you could see a few nicer shirts.

Noah watched as you stood, grabbing the black button down and tossing it at him.

'Where's your suit pants?' You asked, peering through the pile under his desk.

'Second drawer, in the back. The belt is with them.'

'Glad to see you've accepted your fate,' you told him with a laugh. Noah's lips curved into a small smile.

'With you? I know you'll keep your promise. No point fighting you.' He stood, turning away from you and taking his shirt off.

While you found his pants and belt, he buttoned up his shirt. Next you went rifling through the jewellery stand, selecting a couple of rings and his gold watch.

'I swear to god, Y/N, you're not seriously dressing me up like one of those Mafia guys in the books you read, are you?' Noah groaned, buckling his belt before turning to face you.

You picked up the chain he usually wore, debating if it was too much. Ultimately deciding against it, you put it down and closed the closet door.

'If I am, it's not intentional, but you look good,' you told him, handing him the rings and the watch.

He slipped the accessories on, looking at himself in the mirror on the closet door. You stood beside him, arms crossed and lips pursed. You hummed to yourself, trying to think what was missing.

'Lose a button,' you finally said.

'Seriously?' He laughed.

'If my tits are gonna be out, so are yours. Lose a button. And roll up your sleeves, Jesus, we're not in church anymore,' you giggled.

Noah's cheeks heated at the mention of your tits, but you didn't notice it. Now he was curious to see what you were hiding under the sweater.

As he followed your instructions, you realised that the house was starting to fill with noise. People were arriving, and someone had turned on the stereo.

'Shit, it's eight already?' Noah said, looking at the watch on his wrist.

'Yup. Ready to mingle?' You said, giggling. You tried to mask your nerves, but Noah knew you too well.

'If you want to stay up here we can, you know? Or I'll just stay with you the whole time?'

'I'll be okay,' you promised him. 'Get two drinks in me and I'll be a functional adult, no anxiety to be seen.'

He rolled his eyes at you, shaking his head slightly.

'Alright, you win, mingling it is.'

Before you could leave the room, Noah tutted at you.

'Forgetting something?' He asked.

You pursed your lips, quietly regretting your choices. Sure, your dress had convinced Noah to let you play barbie, and he looked hot, but now you had to bite the bullet and lose the sweater.

Sighing, you quickly lifted the sweater off, draping it on the back of his desk chair. Noah's eyes widened as he took in the dress... if it could be called a dress.

It was more like a second skin. It was unbelievably tight, hugging every curve. The neckline was more of a navel-line. The cleavage of the dress plunged down, showing off the space between your breasts and a little below them. The spaghetti straps weren't so much straps as superfine chains, and the hem of the dress hit the midpoint of your thigh, just cresting that part where it was dangerous to bend over.

A flush of warmth surged through Noah as he stared at you. Sure, you were best friends, but he wasn't blind.

'Holy shit, you weren't kidding about having your tits out. Where have you been hiding that?' He asked incredulously, crossing his arms over his chest.

'It was an impulse buy a few years ago. I've been waiting for an excuse to drag it out,' you shrugged, clearly feeling a little insecure.

'Y/N, I'm not leaving you alone tonight. The guys won't keep their hands to themselves if I do,' he laughed.

'Oh shit,' you giggled, knowing he was trying to boost your confidence. It was working.

'Maybe you should leave the sweater on, Folio's girls might get jealous...'

'Let 'em.'

***

Noah kept his promise, staying nearby and keeping an eye on you throughout the night. At first you hadn't thought he'd need to, but a couple of guys tried to hit on you, and even Folio got a little comfortable after a few drinks. When Noah wasn't busy batting away the other girls, he was close by, keeping people's hands off you.

As the hours wore on, and midnight grew closer, you found yourself drifting from a conversation to a drinking game and back again.

Outside by the fire pit there was a game of "never have I ever" going, and for the short time you and Noah joined, you ended up downing three shots and finishing a white claw. Noah didn't drink as much during that game, but he didn't do so well with beer pong.

You were both sufficiently buzzed when someone turned the tv on for the final countdown to midnight.

Noah dragged you inside, standing in a quiet corner while people filled the living room.

'Have you got a resolution this year?' He asked you, leaning against the wall.

'Have you?' You said simply, mirroring his stance, facing him with your shoulder on the wall.

'Nothing serious,' he said with a laugh, 'I wouldn't mind getting laid.'

'Oh god, same,' you agreed, turning and leaning your back against the wall. 'It has been way too long since I've had a good fuck.'

Noah nodded, chuckling with you. Through your drunken stupor you didn't see the way his eyes trailed over your body.

'Me too,' he nodded. 'You ever thought about the whole "friends with benefits" thing?'

'Yeah,' you sighed, 'but most guys who want that are only trying to cheat on their girlfriends or wives. I've never found a guy who was open to it without being a total sleaze.'

'Shame,' he said softly. The room was filling with people, everyone's eyes on the screen as the ball began to drop.

People began to yell out, counting down.

'Hey, Noah?' You asked, a stupid idea forming in your mind.

'Yeah?' He asked, watching you as a grin spread over your lips.

'Wanna do the midnight kiss thing? Just so we can say we did?'

THREE!

TWO!

ONE!

As the city filled with cries of "Happy New Year" and fireworks filled the sky, Noah's lips crashed to yours. It was sloppy, it was drunk, there was a lot of teeth to start with because the two of you were laughing so much, but it was fun.

His hand grabbed for your face, pulling you to him while you figured out your harmony.

You pulled back, giggling as you looked up at him. Your lipstick was smeared across his lips, his beautiful smile now tinted with streaks of deep red.

For a second, you were frozen, looking at each other with dumbstruck grins.

And then he kissed you again.

And this time it was careful, tender. This wasn't a joke anymore.

You kissed him back, feeling your body fluttering in every way while your head spun. His hand snaked to your lower back, pulling you closer to him. Your hand ran into his hair, your heart hammering in your chest.

You clung to him while your arm locked behind his neck, his tongue exploring your mouth in ways you'd never experienced.

For a moment, the din of the party fell away. It was just the two of you, clinging to each other like you'd just found the only life preserver left on a sinking ship. Fire burned through your veins, his touch only stoking the flames. It had been so long since anyone had touched you that way, since anyone craved you the way Noah seemed to in that moment.

His hands stayed on you as you panted, a small gap forming between you while you accustomed to breathing again.

'Upstairs,' you breathed, 'now.'

Noah didn't need to be told twice. He took your hand, guiding you through the still packed room of people making out with whoever they had chosen for the night. You climbed the stairs behind him and quickly made your way to his room. He lead you in, locking the door behind him and taking two quick strides towards you.

His hands ran over your body, pushing the chains off your shoulders while his lips pressed against yours fervently. You fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, wanting to just rip it off of him and send the buttons skittering across the carpet...

You'd never thought you'd want to do this with Noah, but now, the idea couldn't turn you on more.

His head dipped to your neck as you shoved the shirt off of his shoulders, his teeth clamping onto your throat and earning a whine from you.

His hands dropped lower, pulling the dress down until it pooled around your feet. You fought with his belt, determined to have him just as bare as you.

Finally, he helped, his rushed hands unbuckling the belt and letting his slacks fall to the floor.

Noah laid you down on the bed, hovering over you and kissing every part of your body he could reach.

'I have wanted to do this for so fucking long,' he breathed, taking your pert nipple into his mouth and sucking hard while his fingers slipped into your panties.

'Oh fuck,' you whimpered, his finger swirling over your clit.

Your core ached for him, and in your haze, you didn't have much patience for foreplay. You were so wet already, you didn't need it.

'Noah,' you begged, 'please...'

Returning to your face, Noah freed himself from his underwear, his cock springing up and slapping his abdomen. It was swollen, angry, and already leaking.

He slid your panties to the side, lining himself up with your entrance.

'You're sure about this?' He asked gently, kissing you again. The fervour had dimmed for a moment, his tone earnest and his eyes searching yours. All you had to do was say no and he would stop...

'I'm sure,' you told him, kissing him again.

'Okay.' He kept his lips on yours, kissing you deeply as he slid his cock into you. Slowly, inch by inch, he stretched you open. You hadn't had a real man between your legs in years, and vibrators only felt so real...

Noah moaned against your lips, your mouth falling open as he seated himself as deep as he could.

'Holy shit, Y/N, baby you feel so good,' he murmured, his cock twitching while you each adjusted to the squeeze and the stretch.

'Fucking hell, Noah,' you couldn't think of what to say, your mind was blown with pleasure and he hadn't even moved yet.

Slowly, Noah began to move, rolling his hips in a fluid motion. Your back arched into him while he figured you out.

'Does that feel good, baby?' He murmured, taking one of your breasts in his hand and pinching your nipple lightly, 'or do you want faster?'

'Faster,' you agreed, whining, 'oh god, you're so perfect.'

Noah chuckled against your skin, kissing at your neck and your jaw while he sped up. 'You're so wet, so tight,' he told you, 'you're everything I dreamed you would be.'

'You dreamed about this?'

'Mhmm, a lot.'

The idea of Noah secretly fantasising about you set your body on fire. You wondered how many times you'd missed him staring, how often he thought about it. Did he think of you when he was alone? Was it your name on his lips when he finished himself off in the early hours of the morning?

You could only hope he never found out that you'd named your favourite vibrator after him. It was a secret you had been harbouring for a while, and in those hours where it kept you company, you felt a pang of guilt every time you finished with a cry of his name.

But here? Now? You finally got to fulfil that secret dream of yours, knowing he thought of it too. Fuck the consequences. That would be a problem for tomorrow.

'Show me,' you mewled, 'oh god, show me what you dreamed about.'

Noah grinned, raking his teeth over your throat gently.

'Gladly.'

His hand dropped from your nipple to your pussy, his thumb swirling over your clit and shooting sparks through your body.

His pace increased, and he lifted your leg over his shoulder, letting his cock stroke deeper.

'Oh fuck,' you whimpered, feeling his tip drag along the fleshy spot that would turn you into a puddle.

'Good girl,' he grinned, kissing the inside of your leg as he fucked into you, 'look at your pussy, so eager for me, god, you're so perfect.'

Your muscles clenched, his words only driving you closer to climax.

'Keep talking, baby, please,' you begged.

'You like dirty talk? Or is it when I praise you?'

'Fuck, both, both,' you whined, gasping as he tormented you right where you needed it. Spots began to cloud your vision as he dragged you closer to the edge.

'You're doing so good for me, baby. I'm getting so close,' he breathed, 'you're getting so tight, you're gonna make me come.'

Endurance was a distant dream. With the drunk fog in your brain, there was nothing to think about. You were both operating on pure instinct and sensation, and the high was ready to crash over you like a tidal wave, dragging you into its deep waters.

'I'm gonna come,' you told him, your back arching and hands reaching for anything to hold on to. The delicious feeling was so close, teasing you.

'That's my girl. Come for me, I wanna feel you fall apart for me,' he groaned, his thrusts starting to falter and his fingertips digging into your hips. 'Come with me, baby.'

'Don't stop, oh god,' you cried, your muscles clenching hard around him.

'Fuck, so tight, so good,' he groaned, his head falling back as your orgasm finally peaked. It took everything in you not to scream.

Noah's laboured cries matched yours, moaning as he gave you his all, fucking through both of your orgasms and emptying himself into you.

'That... was... exactly... what I needed,' you gasped. Noah rested his head on your chest, his eyes fluttering closed.

'Definitely,' he agreed.

***

You awoke the next day to the sun peeking through the blinds.

An arm laid over you, the skin warm against yours. You rolled over in bed, trying to get away from the sunlight, and opened your eyes.

Through bleary eyes, you saw Noah. He was disheveled and his lips were covered in deep red streaks, completely knocked out on the pillow beside you.

The sight made you giggle a little, until you realised it was your lipstick.

And that you were naked.

And that your thighs were sticky.

'Oh shit,' you whisper, your head pounding as you sat up. Thankfully Noah didn't stir, and you slid out of the bed quietly.

Last nights events seeped back into your thumping head as the cool air hit your bare skin. You could still feel the ghost of his grip on your hips. In the mirror you could see the bruises of hickeys left on your neck and chest, each one ringed with a smear of lipstick that had journeyed from your mouth to his and all over your body.

Thankfully, your panties were still on, so you grabbed your sweater, throwing it on and covering yourself.

Your face burned as you looked at Noah, sleeping so peacefully. He slept like the dead, and you had never been more grateful for that. Snatching your phone off of his desk, you ordered an uber, not wanting to be around when Noah woke up.

The rest of the house seemed silent, and it was only nine. You hoped that everyone would still be asleep as you grabbed your shoes and your dress and silently left the room.

The house was a disaster, cups and streamers littered the halls and most surfaces. You paid no mind, edging your way to the front door. As you passed the small alcove where you and Noah had stood, you remembered what happened when midnight struck.

You had been the one to come on to him. You asked him to kiss you. You made things weird. Shame burned through you as you shook your head, cringing at yourself and the headache that the motion brought on.

Sure, the parts you could remember had been fun, but there was no way your friendship could be the same after this. You couldn't be sure what happened in those black spots.

You'd had a crush on Noah for a long time. Anyone with eyes would, and anyone who knew him loved him. Of course you'd fallen into that trap.

How could you be normal with him after having a taste of what could have been? And how quickly would he be repulsed by what happened?

Mercifully, the Uber didn't take long to arrive. You slipped out the front door, closing it as quietly as possible as you disappeared into the morning sun.

***

Noah tried to call you later that day. You had already decided to lie and say you slept for most of the day. But the weeks after? They were hard to bluff your way through.

He was your best friend, he knew something was up, and it was clear that it was hurting him that you were avoiding him.

He worried. He made it clear that he was concerned about you, pushing to talk to you. Every time, you blew it off and tried to dissuade him with a half truth about work.

You dodged phone calls, and you sent as many short texts as you could, trying to assure him that everything was fine, you were just busy. You even did everything you could just to keep yourself busy, trying to keep yourself somewhat honest.

Noah knew better than to believe you. He knew this behaviour. The last time you had dodged him like this, you were hiding the time you had spent in hospital after a bad night. When he finally found out the truth, he made you promise to call him instead, and this was the first time you'd broken that promise in years.

After a few weeks, he stopped waiting for you to come to him. Noah showed up at your house unannounced. He had let himself in and he sat on your couch to wait for you to get home from work.

When you opened your door that afternoon, you hand your head low. His truck in the drive was a giveaway, you knew he was waiting for you.

You considered not going inside, but you knew that he would stay all night if he had to.

Unlocking the door, you entered the house quietly, almost hoping he wouldn't notice you. Instead, his eyes followed you as you toed your shoes off by the door and kept your head down.

'Hey,' he called.

'Mm,' you mumbled back, beelining for the kitchen. You figured you could busy yourself making dinner or a coffee, anything to avoid him for a minute longer.

'Y/N.'

His voice was stern this time. You froze, shoulders hunched and shrinking in on yourself. Pursing your lips, you listened as he stood up and crossed the tiled floor, his socked feet almost silent.

'What's going on?' He asked you softly. He stood in front of you, his arms crossed as he stared you down.

He didn't look mad though. His stance might have, but you could see the worry in his eyes. It tugged his lip into a slight frown while he waited for your response.

'I told you, I'm fine, I've just been really-'

'Busy? Yeah, so you've said. If you were "just busy", why are you sneaking around your own house like you're scared of me?'

You felt the blood drain from your face. He had you there. Your fingers tightened, clenching into fists and loosening again while you tried to think of anything to say. You were sure you looked like a goldfish while you stammered.

You were panicking, but he wasn't going to let you leave, and you couldn't avoid him. Instead, he carefully took your hand in his. He was gentle as he lead you to the small living room.

'Y/N, what's going on?' he asked, sitting on the edge of the couch while you stood awkwardly, picking at your fingernails. 'You've been off since the party, and I know it's me. All I can wonder is "what did I do?" And you won't tell me.'

You paused, holding a breath. He thought it was his fault. Of course he did, you'd never given him any reason to think otherwise.

'What do you remember from that night?' you asked, your voice small as you sat down on the wooden coffee table. You couldn't meet his eye, too afraid of what he would say if he knew the truth.

'Not a lot,' he said, 'I remember that we played some drinking games, and I remember losing really badly at beer pong, but after that is mostly a blur.'

'Mostly?'

'I...' he trailed off, his thumb running over his palm awkwardly. 'I remember that we kissed, at least, I'm pretty sure we did. I was that far gone that it could have been anyone...'

You took a deep breath, preparing for the worst as you summoned the courage to tell him the truth.

'It was me. And it was my fault. I said that we should kiss, just so we could say we had a midnight kiss with someone. I didn't think this would happen. I didn't think we'd go that far, but even then, it was still my fault. It was my idea-'

'Y/N, you're rambling and you're being cryptic, I'm gonna need you to take a breath and spell it out for me,' Noah prodded gently. 'Whatever it is, I'm sure it's no big deal.'

'It really is a big deal,' you said, your throat trying to close over the words.

'How bad could it be?' He said softly, a reassuring smile lifting the corner of his lips. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees as he tried to meet your gaze, but you couldn't.

Your head dropped, staring at your fingers while the words caught in your throat. You hadn't said them out loud yet. You were so scared he'd regret it, or find it repulsive.

'We...' you stammered, swallowing hard, 'We had sex.'

Noah froze. His eyes widening while he processed the information.

'We... We had sex on new years?' He asked slowly, his face flushing as he spoke.

'Yeah.'

'That's why you've been avoiding me?'

'Mhmm,' you hummed with a tight nod, picking at your fingernails again. 'I know it's stupid, but I didn't want to ruin things between us and then I did it anyway because I was too scared to talk to you and-'

Noah shifted from the couch, moving to sit beside you on the coffee table and taking your hand, squeezing it firmly.

'Y/N, breathe,' he told you, his other hand rubbing your arm gently. He was going through the same whirlwind of emotions that you had gone through that morning, but somehow he handled it with ease.

'I can't, this is all my fault, I started it.' You were adamant. You'd been telling yourself the same lines for weeks now, trying to absolve him of fault. 'I initiated, I made the mistake, and I didn't want to drag you into this. I hoped that it would blow over and we would just forget because you're my best friend and I don't want to fuck that up-'

Noah shook his head, cutting you off again. You weren't oblivious to the way his face screwed up as you called it a mistake. 

'Don't do that to yourself. It takes two, and I'm sure I was more than willing to be involved.'

You pursed your lips, remembering the things he'd said. Silently you cursed yourself for the way your body tingled at the memory of his words. His hand on your arm seemed to burn at the thought.

'You were. You told me you'd dreamed about it before. I assumed that was just the alcohol.'

Noah's pink cheeks and awkward laugh gave him away quickly.

'Uh, nope. Definitely a case of drunk words being sober thoughts.'

You turned to him, a quizzical look on your face and a hint of a laugh bubbling in your chest. All the emotions you'd been fighting had reached a point of delirium.

'Hold it, you've actually dreamed about us fucking?' You asked him incredulously. You were flattered, but also baffled. How could he want that with you?

Noah nodded, chewing his lip and looking around the room for anything else to focus on. He could feel your eyes boring into the side of his head while he rubbed the back of his neck.

'Look, now is probably the best time to put the cards on the table,' he said quietly, scratching his jaw. 'I've wanted a lot more with you for a while now, but I didn't think you wanted the same since you were always pushing me at other girls, so I just shut my mouth. I didn't want to force anything on you, but Y/N, dude, come on. I've been in love with you for years, and you're the only person who doesn't seem to notice it.'

You froze, furrowing your brows and shaking your head a couple of times before looking up at his sheepish smirk. Your mouth opened, a smile on your lips as you processed what he said.

'Did you really just call me "dude" and say you're in love with me in the same sentence?'

Noah nodded, pursing his lips as he laughed at himself. 'Yup.'

'For gods sake, what a way to share your feelings, man.'

'I know,' he chuckled, 'but I'd rather you know instead of hiding from me and beating yourself up about a night I only wish I could remember.'

You smiled, blushing and laughing softly. 'I guess now is probably the time where I'm supposed to let you down easy and tell you I'm flattered, but I really just want to be friends?'

'Wow, just go straight for it, huh?' he chuckled, gently placing his hand on your back. 'Look, if that's how you feel, then thats okay with me. I'd rather be your friend than not have you in my life.'

You smirked, looking up at him. You could see the slight disappointment in his face as he looked at your entwined hands, but he was doing his best to hide it for your sake.

'Oh my god, Noah, look at me,' you said, his eyes lifting to yours, sparkling in the low light.

Your heart fluttered as you lifted your free hand to his cheek.

'I'm kidding, you dipshit, fucking kiss me already,' you told him, a grin on your face.

His eyes lit up, and he didn't need to be told twice. His lips were on yours in seconds, and it felt a million times better sober. His fingers stayed tangled with yours, his other hand pulling you close to him.

That same feeling of fire burned through you, wanting nothing more than to feel him everywhere. Your head spun and your heart pounded in your chest as he kissed you, his soft lips felt like home. You started to wonder what you were drunk on that night, was it the vodka, or him?

Your fingers ran into his hair, and you had to break the kiss so you could let out the giddy laugh that was building in your stomach.

'You're cruel,' he told you, his face inches from yours as his thumb ran over your knuckles.

'And yet, you love it for some reason?' You shot back, pecking his lips.

'I do,' he grinned, 'I really do.'

'Good, cause fucking hell I love you.'

***

If only that was where it had ended. A dopey, saccharine happy ending.

But no.

There was a consequence you had yet to encounter. A choice you had yet to pay for.

Something so simple, so many people fall into the same trap. And you didn't even notice, you wouldn't have either.

Until the app on your phone told you that it had been a while...

Two months, to be precise. You didn't dare tell Noah yet. Not until you were sure. He was busy preparing for a UK tour, and you'd only been together as a real couple for a month.

So you couldn't tell him until you tested with a doctor. Home tests could be wrong, right?

The doctor ordered blood tests, and waiting for those results was agony.

But here you sat, digesting the information the doctor had told you while you sat on the side of your bed.

You were pregnant. Seven weeks pregnant, give or take. But it didn't matter, you knew exactly when it happened.

This was not how this was supposed to go. If you were ever worried about upsetting Noah before, this was going to fuck him up.

You didn't even know his stance. Was he pro choice? Pro life? What would he say if you told him that you didn't want this yet?

Should you even tell him?

Of course, there was no way around it. You'd have to do it soon if you wanted to just take the tablets. You couldn't wait til he was on tour. He would see you in pain and know something wasn't right.

He deserved to know, didn't he?

It took him a little while, but Noah eventually found you in the bedroom. He saw you sitting on the side of the bed, crying softly to yourself, hand clutched to your belly.

'Hey, baby, what's wrong?' He asked, moving swiftly to your side and sitting with you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you to him, rubbing your back.

'We need to talk, and I don't know how you're going to handle it,' you whimpered, sniffing hard.

'You're not leaving me, are you?' He asked, his tone low and worried. You felt his arms tense around you, but you quickly shook your head.

'No, god no,' you coughed, looking up at him. 'I just got off the phone with my doctor.'

'Are you okay?'

You could see his eyes widen with fear, the idea of anything bad happening to you squeezed at his heart.

You weren't sure how to answer that question. Hell, you hadn't even said the words out loud yet. You'd only found out a few days before, you'd barely had time to process the home test, let alone the phone call confirming it.

'I'm pregnant.'

'And you don't want to be.'

'Not right now,' you said quietly, shaking your head. 'I'm so sorry, Noah. I'm sorry if you want this, but it's not what I want right now. I want us to be together for a while longer before we even think about kids, or marriage, or any of that. I'm still learning about this side of you, I want that to myself, I want to make stupid choices with you and not have to worry about a kid yet. One day, sure, but not now.'

'Baby, breathe for me. It's okay,' he assured you, 'I understand. And whatever you choose, I'm with you. But you're right, we're so new to each other like this... and I want to be able to steal you into empty bedrooms for a while,' he chuckled. 'I want you to myself too. One day, we'll talk family, but you're not ready and I'm not ready, and that's okay.'

He wrapped you in a tight embrace while you sniffled, trying to control your breaths as he stroked your hair.

'I love you, okay? No matter what,' he breathed, kissing the top of your head firmly.

You nodded against him. 'I love you,' you told him, your voice muffled by his hoodie.

'I have something to run by you,' he asked, 'I was gonna ask anyway, but I think you need it now more than ever.'

'Mmh?'

He chuckled as he rocked you from side to side. 'I was wondering if you wanted to come to the UK? I know you've got a lot of personal time you need to use, and I really don't want to be without you for three whole weeks...'

'I'll talk to my boss,' you said softly, 'but a few weeks away sounds like a realy good idea right now, with or without the chaos.'

Noah smirked, kissing your head again.

'We'll get you in to the doctor as soon as we can, and I'll be there with you every step of the way. And when everything is over, we'll be on our way to London,' he told you, his tone soothing.

You loved how good it sounded, and his voice was exactly what you needed in that moment. The tears finally slowed, knowing he was with you and that he had your back.

'I love you,' you told him earnestly.

'I love you too,' he said.

'No, like, I love you,' you murmured, 'I love you so much for supporting me with this, and just being there in general. You hold me together a lot more than you need to, and I don't know why the fuck I thought you wouldn't be with me on this one.'

'Neither do I, whatever you need, I'm always with you.'

'And I'm with you.'

Sinking further into his embrace, if that was even possible, you let him soothe you. This was love. This was everything you ever wanted, and you'd never felt better.

Who knew that New Year's parties could be so special?

[crumblinggothicarchitecture]

Hi! I hope you're doing all right!

I used to be a huge swiftie until The Eras Tour get to my country on November during a heatwave. Of course, the weather and the issues about all the logistics from the very first night of her concert weren't Taylor's fault.

The thing that happened here was that a swiftie passed away during The Eras Tour in here 'cause of the weather and the stadium didn't allow people to bring water bottles inside, they could only buy water from the stadium. It was sold out, a lot of swifties needed medical attention that night, they couldn't reach to the place where they were selling water bottles, anyway.

Taylor made a post in her Instagram about the swiftie which passed away and she said something similar to: "I won't be able to speak about it on stage 'cause it brings me a lot of pain". And... that was it? She never spoke one single word about that girl, it was just that one story (that, of course, would disappear later) and she moved on.

The Eras Tour kept going here for a few more days in here and then Taylor left to the USA again to take a break. During this time, we, swifties, figured out Ana's family (the girl that passed away) had a lot of trouble to get her body back home for the funeral, Ana wasn't from the state where the first night of the tour happened and her family couldn't afford to transport her body. Guess who had to help her family with money? Yes, we, swifties. Her family reached out us online and asked for help.

That made me really angry at Taylor 'cause during the week Ana's relatives had to ask for help to get her back home, we read news about Taylor becoming a billionarie. I can't tell you what got broken inside of me as a swiftie that day, but I simply couldn't see Taylor as *that* Taylor anymore.

At the last night of The Eras Tour, Taylor invited Ana's family to attend the stadium, took a picture with them and still, not a single word about a swiftie, a fan of hers even on the last night.

Later, we got some swifties saying Taylor tried to speak with Ana's family but she couldn't reach them (which, to this very day, I doubtly). A lot of swifties from my country still say this, that Taylor tried and that was enough. I have this feeling that if Taylor had, in fact, spoken to the family they wouldn't ask the fans for help. Ana only got a proper funeral after her family saying the donations raised enough money to pay for everything, they never asked for anything again, or anything more than what they really needed.

Swifties from my country got mad at the media for speaking out about how Taylor handled out the situation, now they say our media is responsible for Taylor never coming back here 'cause every other country in the world treated her as a princess and we didn't see her that way after what happened to Ana.

Her PR manager made some media from the USA (I can't recall which one now) write a love story about Taylor and Travis while we were trying to call their attention to what was happening in here and how they were dealing with it.

I can't forgive Taylor. After that day, I learned she's a character and the real one is cruel, mean and has a never ending thirsty for money, attention and fame.

Thank you so much for reading this! And thank you so much for this free and safe space!

Have a nice day!

❤️

Hello, my dear, thank you for writing in. I hope that you are well and thriving.

I cannot express enough my deepest sympathies for the loved ones and family of Ana Clara Benevides.

Taylor Swift is a coward who simply did not want the bad press to besmirch her precious "Eras Tour" that is why she did not say her name in that stupid instagram press-release.

She is now cavorting around the UK making a big show about stopping the tour to ask people if they are okay. (This happened in Scotland). The media outlets have been expressing how deeply caring Taylor Swift is about her fans.

I cannot help but to think that it is all a ruse meant to help people forget about the death in Brazil. I cannot help but to think that she is intentionally feeding the media positive stories about her checking in during the concert to rebuild her oh-so-precious reputation.

Well, not all of us are so foolish and shortsighted as to forget what happened in Rio.

She did not spare a moment of her time for the life loss in Brazil. She did care a bit about the thousands that were hospitalized due to heat-related symptoms.

I cannot in good faith support a woman who made headlines about her newly acquired billionaire status the same week Ana Clara Benevides died at her concert.

Thank you for sharing your perspective. Taylor Swift could not even spare a moment of silence for her...

Yes- the weather was not Swift's fault, but she has more money than God- she could have easily reached out and paid for transport of Ana Clara Benevides back to her home or paid for the proceedings of her funeral. She did not- she did not even say her name in that stupid press-release- claiming that "it was too painful." Bullshit- she just did not want to draw more attention to the event.

I call bullshit on her attempting to contact the family too. There is no way she just wasn't able to find them.

Frankly, the heat index was reaching 138 degrees Fahrenheit on the day of the concert. Those are undeniably unsafe conditions. If Taylor Swift was a responsible and caring person, she would have postponed the concert until a later date. It's not safe to be inside a stadium- with thousands of other excited people jumping up and down- during such an intense heat wave. The stadium basically turns into a frying pan at that point. If Taylor Swift cared, she would have heeded the weather. But she didn't, because that would mean losing out on some money.

I am disgusted with the immorality on display, with the self-centerness emanating from Taylor Swift. Shameful.

[valscodblog]

"The Crash"-A Ruby "Jewel" Ramirez Dialogue

"Name one mission that gives you nightmares."

"...November eleventh, two thousand."

"...What went down, if i can ask?"

"...A bomb."

"...From who?"

"...Russian planes. They were so high above me-I was landing anyways-but they were so high up above me...I didn't see 'em until it was to late."

"Is that why you quit the Air Force, Jewel? Joined the SAS?"

"Yeah, it is, Price."

"...Damn...Mind going into more detail-for the files, I mean."

"...Sure."

She looked down at her feet and sighed before slouching in her chair and then sitting up straight again.

"I was, uhm...Sixteen at the time. I had joined underage due to my father getting my date of birth wrong on my birth forms."

"How?"

"He was a drunk-a bad one."

"ah...Go on, Love."

she inhaled and started talking again, seeing that Price wasn't even looking at her-but her forms.

"Well, uhm...We had a successful...Fireworks show."

"Fireworks show?"

"...You know the code, Cap'in."

"Ah..go on."

"I was damn near base-but they were even closer...and high above-like I said. They dropped some bombs to make themselves lighter-they didn't even know that we had a base where they bombed."

"...Fuckin' Jesus."

"yeah-and my dad warned me to jump plane-but I couldn't. I was too scared-I couldn't move. At all...I was frozen...My dad came up to the cockpit and tried shakin' me alive-didn't work. I was too scared to move."

"...That's why you like to drive then?"

"Hate driving. I've been in more than one kind of crash, John."

"How many? And what kind?"

"Car, Plane...motorcycle...Fair Ride..."

"...How are alive?"

"Because God Loves to see me suffer. He thinks it's funny."

"hey now. Be real."

She sighed.

"I'm trying-but talking about this...scares me. My dad's face is all fucked up-cuz of Me. They US Army told me to quit-so many times."

"Well...your one of the best rookies I've ever had, Y'know...that Army must be on drugs."

"Half of 'em did-or used to, being honest."

"Jesus."

"yeah. Life was fine back in the US...not that I live here in the UK."

"...And why not? I hear Liverpool's rent is on the cheaper side."

"...Cheaper than the state's?"

"...No."

"Didn't think so."

And with that, she walked out, and looked at her lieuntant-he had heard everything and she could tell.

"Hope you enjoyed story time! Come on back next week to hear about how I fucked up a whole squad and nearly got killed doing it!"

She shouted angrily as she walked off from Him. He stood there, looking at her-and then the open door, and Price behind his desk.

"Go on-Go after her."

and He was off.

"Corporal!"

"Que!?"

"Watch your tone, young lady!"

"Like your my dad!"

"I'm old enough to be!"

"Oh really!? Your fifteen years older than me!?"

"More than..."

She glared up at him through her goggles. He glared back. They held each other's glares for such a long time, that Soap thought that they were talking to each other in their minds.

"...Fuck you."

"Station eight-all week."

"Only Price-"

"Price said I could give permission if you acted up."

"Wow...Must be special."

"More work-less talk, Lovie."

"Shut up, Riley...your not my fuckin' boss...I was a fuckin' commander once-I killed a whole enemy squad...And I can kill you too."

"But you won't because ye like me. Innit right?"

"...Fuck you..."

She looked down and walked away, slipping a knife into Simon's palm.

"What's this?"

"Look in the handle. See you."

He flipped the knife open-"Happy birthday Simon!"

"...Me Birfday...hmph."

[chirpsythismorning]

Noah saying, "I don't think Mike likes Will back" doesn’t equate to him not knowing about byler being endgame, and here's why.

Noah and a majority of the main cast have been given a rough idea of how the show will end, broadly in terms of the entire story, but also more specifically in terms of their personal character arcs.

Actors are out here acting. This is nothing new.

Any of the the main cast insisting they have no idea how the show ends at all, are lying. This is because their safest bet is playing dumb.

There's nothing safe about them revealing they know how the show ends, least of all to an audience that is dying for any spoiler they can get their hands on. It just puts them in a position to have to think very carefully about everything they say, which is something they already have to do regardless.

It's a lot easier to just say you don't know, because then you can give vague answers or even just flat out lie and get away with it, as opposed to saying you know and then having everyone take whatever you say as gospel since you admitted to knowing what's coming.

David is pretty much the only actor who goes around explicitly saying that he knows how the show ends, which is something he's been doing consistently since s2 premiered back in November of 2017.

Something David has also mentioned on a few occasions since then, is how much input the Duffer's let him put into his character. He's literally praised them for having a collaborative process, because it allows him to play Hopper more authentically.

And so yes, I do think it's safe to assume that the Duffer's extend this approach to their other cast-members as well, at least among the main cast-members. I do not at all think this is some exclusive treatment only David gets, because this seems like more just something the Duffer's do out of respect to the actors. How else can they expect them to portray their character accurately if they don't know what they're going through or what their motives are or what's right for them going forward?

We obviously won't know all the details about who knew what at what times or how long they've known certain things, until they themselves come out and reveal after the fact, if they even do it at all.

Still, I do think that when it comes to byler actually happening, it's going to be very satisfying for fans who saw it coming.

This is because we're dealing with something the Duffer's are predicting a good portion of the ga will be bitter about, with the main argument at the forefront being that Mike and Will came out of nowhere.

And so, how do you think they're going to combat that?

With the literal proof.

They have David, who has been used happily as their main scapegoat through the years, whose words are literal proof that things were planned for quite some time. We have him saying all the way back in 2017 that there are easter eggs in the first season which we won't understand until the end, how it's beautiful and surprising and it will explain why certain characters acted certain ways...

Not only that, but there's just no way people are going to be able to use the whole 'it came out of nowhere' argument (at least without looking like idiots), because we'll have the Duffer's themselves out here confirming shit like blue meets yellow in the west and other theories that were entirely intentional (as we predicted).

And because of this, I think I can guess roughly how things will go moving forward and it's honestly already panning out in some ways I expected.

Because while season 4 ends in a way that seems to be leading towards Mike and El ending up together from the perspective of the ga, there are numerous details in the subtext and just outright in the literal text that's trying to tell us this is not actually the case.

And so now the Duffers and everyone who knows are in this limbo of tricking their audience in plain sight, hoping to keep this act going for as long as they can, and that's obviously not easy to do.

What I think makes it most difficult is that they want to surprise fans, but they also want them to be satisfied and happy with the ending.

And that is why the whole Milkvan straight bait is indeed very near its end.

If they want ST to live on as a cult classic with rewatch value, they can't keep this straight bait going on into the last season.

They'll want Mike and El to definitively give off platonic elmike for s5, with byler being endgame and Willel being wonder twins.

This is why Mike and El's dynamic HAS to blatant in a way that will come across as platonic to the ga in s5. And the shift needs to be immediate, otherwise byler will not be satisfying.

I feel like a lot of bylers already predict this, which is why a lot of us assume that the milkvan breakup with happen (or be acknowledged as having already happened) as early as 5x01 or 5x02.

Honestly, I do think that Will's painting being plastered on merch recently was one of the big moments which is representative of a shift we're already seeing start to happen. We're going to continue to see milkvan be promoted as elmike, while byler is being promoted in a way that is, well byler.

What I think is most noteworthy in terms of how they're approaching this conflict going forward, is how the actors themselves have talked about it when asked.

For example, there was one Con specifically that I remember Noah attended right around when Vol 2 dropped, where he mentioned byler at least 3 times. Two times when asked and one other time unprompted.

And no one ever talks about this, but full serious you guys, it was dead silent at that con whenever he mentioned byler. There were maybe a few hoots and claps, with Noah literally looking kind of worried. It was obvious he noticed the silence the first time it got brought up, and so he felt the need to mention it a second time when asked about what he shipped and then AGAIN, with a note of defensiveness in his voice:

"Byler is just, at it's peak right now, okay, so definitely ship that--"

And while in the background, all you hear is maybe 2 bylers supporting him, otherwise, it's mostly crickets...

Let's try to remember that while Byler is a lot bigger now undoubtedly, unless you're active online, most of the ga does not see it coming. And so byler is by no means fan-service. If anything it's show-runner service.

This means Noah had literally no obligation that day to go all out with referring to byler in a positive hopeful light, nor does he still. And yet he did and he hasn't slowed down much since.

His approach makes sense. Because his character has been revealed in canon to be in love with the other, he can freely say he ships it and even take the opportunity to hype it up in an attempt to open peoples minds to it, who might not have considered it before. And he can also do this because in canon, Will assumes Mike doesn't love him back, so Noah can just co-opt Will & the ga's assumption that Mike doesn't feel the same, and get away with it, without anyone whose close-minded giving it a second glance as evidence.

If they wanted to avoid queer-bait and get people to not look at byler that way, they had the chance to. A majority of the ga didn't read byler romantically and so they could've just kept things casual by not bringing it up, nor humoring it at all.

The byler tag didn't even hit 30k followers until AFTER vol. 2 dropped! Most people were oblivious (including bylers).

Undoubtedly, Noah in particular around that time, was a big part of why people started to look deeper on their own and it's how a lot of people ended up here, now with 277k of us.

Like seriously, listen to me ya'll, Noah would NOT put himself in a position to broadcast his support for byler like this and the Duffers would probably be begging him not to, knowing he would be subject to a lot of criticism in doing so, if byler was not in fact where the story was going. Point blank, period.

His tweet "vol 2 got me shipping byler over everything' has to have been the most obvious stunt of all. He was not saying that to be quirky or to appease a few thousand people, he was saying it to wake up the hundreds of thousands that might be open to it, and who just need a push to see what's right in front of them.

Then we have Millie's approach. Her approach for a long time has been to say stuff that she thinks the audience wants to hear, that being anything pro-milkvan. And up until Vol 1, she was still mostly on board with referring to it in a super positive light.

She also insisted during s4's run that she has no clue how the show will end (lies, Millie is a good actress pls give her more credit), and this also explains why she's tended to feel somewhat comfortable lying about milkvan positively...

Though as Vol. 2 neared and ever since, a shift has started to happen, where in interviews Millie is getting a lot more into depth and real about El's personal arc. She mentioned right before Vol 2 dropped that El was insecure in her fight with Mike at the start of the season because she thought he only considered her a superhero and didn't see her as more than that.... Then more recently she has doubled down saying that she is her own superhero, having been shaped a little too much by the men in her life.

SHE IS OUT HERE SAYING WHAT WE'VE BEEN SAYING FOR MONTHS (SOME YEARS)! SHE KNOWS HER CHARACTER BETTER THAN ANYONE!

Honestly, even though I understand they are trying to trick people into thinking they're clueless and so I guess I'm happy for them that they've succeeded in that, I can't help but admit I feel a little disappointed upon hearing some bylers say that they are convinced Millie doesn't know, but that Finn does and even Noah does, but that she's entirely in the dark about it and that they're okay with this I guess?

First of all, why would anyone be okay with that? Why would we be okay with Millie not having insight into where her character is going. What, do you guys think they're just going to pull up on her at the last minute like, "yeah sorry we didn't tell you sooner, but this is where your character is going to end up. anyways back to byler!...."

I don't care, it would seriously be fucked up to keep her in the dark about this because El IS important to the story and Millie, just like everyone else, deserves that closure so that she can understand her character better and therefore perform to the best of her ability. She also deserves a say somewhat in where she feels her character should go, just like David has said the Duffer's afford them.

Now lastly, when it comes to Finn, I think most assume at least he is aware of byler, and I do agree he knows, so let's start there.

Again, we don't know when they found out and so for now I don't feel like going too far into guessing the exact point and so I won't. However, I do think that Finn also as of late has had an approach that manages to somehow be very different from both Noah and Millie's, and for reasons that also make a lot of sense.

Because Finn's character is assumed to not return Will's feelings, he has to be more careful than all of them. This is arguably why he goes to the least cons out of everyone (most recently everyone attended a con in person, with Millie present over zoom even, but no Finn or Noah... seems very intentional at this point).

Why I think they need to be more strict with Finn in particular is because he's in the exact opposite situation as Noah.

His character is assumed to not return Wll's feelings, and so he can't go very far with what he reveals. What we've got up to this point is actually quite revealing enough as it is, which is why that's all we're getting for now.

What I find interesting is that Finn's approach is quite similar to David's. I know Noah is known for spoiling things, but arguably Finn is just as bad, he's just a lot more sneaky about it. He has a harder time lying, which is why I think he actually looks uncomfortable when asked milkvan questions. Not necessarily because he doesn't ship it like lots of bylers assume, but because he's having to dance around and lie outright and he probably feels bad.

His most common approach though is that he likes to make jokes and say things that could be looked at from multiple perspectives, where it could be looked at now as milkvan evidence, while simultaneously being looked at from the future as byler evidence. Him saying 'I think everyone knows how Mike feels about Eleven' was him quite literally gaslighting the audience just like Mike did with El in s4:

'I care for you so much" "I say it" "You know how I feel about you--"

But do we? Do we really? Or does the audience THINK they know, and so Finn can get away with saying something cryptic and vague like that? When really, in the future, everyone will be laughing looking back because to Finn and all the cast, it was actually abundantly obvious Mike's feelings for El were platonic and his feelings for Will were romantic.

Same for his response when asked if El and Mike would be together and happy in season 5. He dances around it, doesn't deny it, but also doesn't confirm it. Instead of just being like yes they will (which is what we're being led to assume is inevitable at the end of s4, and so he has no reason to dance around it), he starts by deflecting, talking broadly in terms of the stories overall ending, only to say he hopes they find happiness... Again his answer fits with the ga's assumptions now, but it also fits with the surprise of byler in the end as well.

Also important to note that Finn and Noah are the ones to repost about the show most out of everyone from the main cast. A LOT. In fact, they were the only main cast-members (besides Brett LOL) out of everyone to repost about the episode title name for 5x01 being released on ST day...

And it's because THIS is their character's big revelation going into the final season and they had a say in it going this direction. Even if it's what the Duffer's wanted all along, they still gave them and everyone to an extent, a say in things. And now that it's all slowly happening, they are front and center standing by that decision, because they insisted they could do it and wanted to.

I can't say for certain that things will just be smooth sailing from here on out though, by no means is everything just going to shift completely.

There is still undoubtedly this element of the Duffer's and everyone wanting to have the pleasure of tricking the audience. In an industry where everything that happens is usually expected and predictable and therefore rarely exciting, and with an audience that is always figuring stuff out before their supposed to through leaks and stuff, byler is something they have finally been able to successfully trick most of the audience to think will never happen. And that is fucking impressive when considering the heaps of evidence.

And yet still, they don't want to be yet another show that is considered to have a bad ending.

So, going forward, I think things will continue the way that they are, but we'll slowly see them be more comfortable in this element of acknowledging endgame in a way that will be easy to look back on positively when everything is all said and done.

Because if byler is endgame, IF they want people to look back and go oh Oh OH during all those moments where they misread things, but now they can see the other side of it, there needs to be more of an approach that gives Byler equal playing field and allows the ga to actually start to appreciate it and even want it and root for it. Which means buh bye predictability and heteronormativity and hello surprises and gayness (but also be open ended about it so the homophobes will stay tuned until the last second).

[uenodivision]

Attention!

Last week, the eight teams for the Collab Tournament were revealed. Today, I'll be showing which team is competing against which, as well as the general rules for the tournament. First off, the rules. Yes, they're boring and suck, but they are needed.

Rules:

Schedule: The Collab is scheduled to begin on November 2nd, the first Saturday of the month, and will continue through the rest of the month until the fourth Saturday, which is the 23rd. I'll try to have all of the songs posted by or around noon. If not by then, then definitely before 5 P.M.

Sending in Songs: After the theme has been chosen (and a winner from the previous round has been shown), you will send me a song that you want your OC to sing, either by PM or IM. The song can be whatever you want. If it's animated or by a real person, it's fine. I don't judge; I know how hard it can be to find a song/singer that sounds or feels like your OC. (Don't forget the title of the song!)

IMPORTANT: If possible, try to send your songs in ASAP. I'd like to have all songs by no later than each Thursday night or Friday morning, so I can begin work on the week's songs. If you need help finding a good song or think you won't be able to post a song in time, either let me or one of your teammates know, and we'll do our best to help. If you don't, I'll leave the choice of song in your teammates' hands. If you don't like the song they chose, oh well.

Themes: After discussing it with my friends, it's been decided that I will be choosing the themes for each team to do their songs on. The themes will generally only be one word revolving around a certain feeling (similar to what ParaLive does). I'll try to pick a theme that's easy for people to find songs for. But if you can't find a song that fits the theme or doesn't sound like your OC, then don't worry about it and just pick a song that you like. As stated, I know how hard it can be to find a song that feels/sounds like your OC.

Voting: Voting is scheduled to begin as soon as the songs have been posted (which is why I'll be trying my hardest to make sure they are all out by noon, if possible). I learned from last year, so I won't be using Google Polls this time since it's annoying. I'm not sure which poll system I'll use, but I'll be sure to let everyone know.

As stated, voting is scheduled to begin each Saturday afternoon, and will last until Tuesday evening, which is when the winning teams will then be announced, along with the new theme. As soon as you have listened to the songs, be sure to head to the poll on the website and vote for the team you think won.

IMPORTANT: I know I'm probably wasting my time and breathe by saying this, but please try to be fair and honest when you vote. Don't just vote for the team that has your OC in it, as that takes all of the fun of the contest. This is partially the reason why I'm not using Google Polls this year cause it allows a person to vote more than once, and that ruined the voting last year.

I think that about covers everything. If there's anything else, I'll be sure to let everyone know.

So now, without further ado, allow me to show just which team will be facing which in the tournament for the first round:

1. Dragon's Keep vs. Adrenaline Rush

Theme for Battle: Hustle

Definition: 'the relentless pursuit of goals, and the determination to succeed against all odds. The story of grinding and working hard, pushing through challenges, staying focused, and never giving up.'

2. AKATxSUKI vs. Sireen's Angels

Theme for Battle: Unity

Definition: 'the strength and power that comes from coming together as a team or a community. The idea that when people join forces, they can achieve more than they ever could alone.'

3. Cyber Nexus vs. Darkness Made Flesh

Theme for Battle: Dreams

Definition: 'the aspirations and goals that drive us forward. The hopes and ambitions that fuel our journey, the visions of what we want to achieve, and the relentless pursuit of our passions, turning them into reality.'

4. Future Forward vs. Nerd Roulette

Theme for Battle: Freedom

Definition: 'the state of being free from constraints, limitations, or oppression. It's about the ability to act, speak, and think without hindrance or restraint, breaking free from anything that hinders you.'

So, these are the first-round teams and themes that will take place on the 2nd of November. I look forward to the songs that are sent in, and a good contest. Until next time.

@katsushika-division @oita-division @sapporo-division @kanazawa-division @edogawa-division @akihabara-division03 @aichi-division @shinagawa-division @setagaya-division @kobedivision @naha-division @fukuokanodivision @kagoshima-division @sendaidivision @kumamoto-division @ginza-division @suginami-division @akihabaradivision @okinawa-division @shizuokadivision @minato-division01

[gothmessi]

EVIDENCE

you can see they both have one side of their face who has been affected, my grandpa had a stroke and only has vision in one eye, the one he can open the most, he's paralyzed in one side of the body and can't walk or do his necesites without help, that's why I'm there, I clean after him, help him take some steps, wash his hands and face, my uncle comes home sometimes to bathe him. and my grandma has eyesight problems as well, she has one side of her face that has been affected for bad meds that she took when she couldn't afford new ones, I help her walk and cook, she has to feed 3 young girls who live with them because their father left them (I won't post their faces since they are underage), so I wash their clothes and try to keep them in good shape but we can't afford some stuff, the government gifts us 8 liters of milk every month and since they are both older than 65 the government also gives them money than can barely cover electricity and running water, sometimes they get free meds, sometimes they don't, ofc we can't afford physiotherapy for any of them but they need it very badly.

yes it's true I used the donation money to that wheelchair you see folded there, it was 2,600 mxn bc we can't afford a new one, on the table you can see lotions that they need, they were also bought with the donation money. and that's where my grandma of 81 years sleeps, my grandpa sleeps in the bed because he needs more space to move and that chair you see is where I sleep there when I take care of them, you can even see my blankets, I'm always waiting for something to happen, I wake up every hour to see if they need to go to the bathroom or take water.

that´s the bathroom, as you can see we only have 3 toilet paper, some shampoo and toothpaste, that's all they have until next month. I don't want to post their kitchen cause they have so many pots but so little food, all they have is rice, beans, some cereal and tortillas.

here is my bank account, I have 9 mxn to my name and I have the movements when I retired the 2,600 mxn to buy the wheelchair, they didn't gave us a receipt because we bought it from the son of an old woman who passed away in the neighborhood. it also shows the last movement, 5 dollars I received from a donation on paypal, I have received another 40 dollars but they won't show on my account at least for another 4-5 days.

and yes I used the donation money for college, here are the receipts, I covered some information for my own safety, you can see how the amounts are the same because that was paid, I got the payment receipt on august 14th, that covers august and september. the rest of the donation money was used to buy food and bus tickets in those two months, I really appreciate everyone who donated cause you all kept me alive for more than 2 months.

and this is why I keep asking for help, because I don't want my grandpa to be sad, hungry or in pain in his last days, that´s why I can't get a job and G-d knows I want one and need one, I don't want them to die alone, I´m a very good worker, I cleaned houses, sold clothes on the street, cleaned the poop of cows, cleaned stables, washed the clothes of other people, worked in construction, I'll do anything, clean anything, just can't right now and I have to pay my college tuition. they keep sending me emails about giving me a last chance at paying, $1,840 for october and november and another $1,840 for december, also the same amount for january. so yeah I think this is about it, ofc I don't want people to think I'm a scam cause I really need the help and I feel ashamed to ask for help but I feel like I won't make it out alone. thank you for reading, might delete some pics cause I also feel ashamed of posting my grandparents, their house and my uni things but I understand if some people need to see that to believe me and donate.

[bitesize-astrology]

Not Goodbye, But See You Later

Thursday - May 2, 2024

I'm not sure how other Astrologers are interpreting Pluto's retrograde, which starts at 1:47pm ET today. But here's mine.

Pluto's advance to 2° Aquarius took us to astrological places we haven't been in 245 years, the last time Pluto was in this space. It showed us the possibilities of the future. Yes, I know things look a bit bleak, even "dystopian" out there. But Pluto in Aquarius reminded us that it's always darkest before the dawn, and gave us a glimmer of hope that we actually CAN create a very different future.

And just as we were getting used to this idea ... poof! It begins a retrograde that's going to take it to the most tested place it has been since November 2008: 29° Capricorn.

I think we can feel the tension, and in some cases upheaval, this could bring, and the last thing we want is to go there again. But it's a part of the journey we can't ignore. And we must keep in the back of our minds Pluto IS coming back into Aquarius.

On September 1st Pluto retrogrades to 29° Capricorn where it will stay until November 19th. And once it leaves Capricorn it won't be back for 245 years. And even if things are wacky and chaotic at that point, Pluto moving back into Aquarius will show us the bright future to aspire to.

So until then, it's not goodbye Pluto ... it's I'll see you again soon!

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

yeees, we are busy with jikook content until September 19, then at the end of September a documentary about Jk will probably be released, in the meantime we will get a new runJin series, and in less than three months Jhope will be back! And probably in November/December SKJ1 will finally be released.

I won't survive the travel show! Jikook are two of the cutest members and so cute together too! I wonder how many questionable friendship moments we'll get lmao.

I haven't checked out the Run Jin series yet, but that man is really going above and beyond. His life is the real life version of Run BTS.

Don't know when the JK movie will drop. I hope that it's not just the Golden stage with some behind the scenes stuff.

And, yes, Jhope is so close to coming back! I wonder what he'll do next. He's already released two albums, so I wonder if he'll turn more to dancing? Maybe judging a dancing competition or dancing with his friends? After JITB he made dancing a focal point of his again.

Jin's album is going to be the most unprepared we've been for a solo release. Who can even guess what it will sound like? I think he won't want to do ballads, since that what Jin's known for and he wants to make us happy. I think he might make bright pop music to show us something different and pleasing, and also to challenge himself. He seems to want to be as idol like as possible right now.

Thanks for the ask!

[otdiaftg]

The Raven King - Chapter Ten

Day: Saturday, November 4th Time: 12:15 PM EST

Neil put his arm out when Andrew stepped forward, but there was no way he could stop Andrew if Andrew really wanted to leave. Neil had seen how much Andrew pressed when the team did weights at the gym. More importantly than that, he'd seen Andrew practically pick Nicky up by his throat and move him when riled. The gesture was just a show. Andrew knew it, but he rocked to a stop anyway. "Nicky's mother invited him home for Thanksgiving," Neil said. "He said yes," Andrew said, not really a question. "Oh, Nicky, an optimist until the day he dies. You'd think he would know better by now, but he'll go and come back boo-hoo-hoo." Andrew mimed scrubbing away tears. "Their love has a price tag he can't pay. He won't give Erik up for them." "They're not after Erik this time," Neil said. "They're bartering for you. Nicky can't go unless he brings you and Aaron with him." "Problem solved." Andrew's smile was bright. "Denied. Maybe Abby will cook us a turkey instead. She did last year. She's a decent cook but can't bake to save her life. We'll have to bring a frozen pie again." Neil refused to be distracted. "Why won't you go?" "Why would I? Luther and I aren't friends." "Last I checked, we're not your friends either," Neil said. "You still put up with us, so why won't you tolerate Luther? Nicky assumes it has to do with the way you met, but Luther's the one who got you out of juvie and back home with your mother, isn't he?" "She was not my mother." Andrew waited a beat to make sure Neil understood and made a cutting gesture with his hand.

Art used with permission by Masthya. Thank you @masthya!

[petitelepus]

A Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 13

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: Winter is coming and no one is safe.

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa, Sanemi Shinazugawa

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18

Winter was coming and you didn't mean some famous TV show that others watched. No, Winter really was here as November neared its end and December was only days away.

As you had requested after your horrible nightmare a week ago, Genya had moved from the couch to your room where you slept together in the same bed like a real couple.

Only you had decided to wait until you were both adults aka 18 years old before you would give in to carnal pleasures and have sex. That meant that the two of you would have to wait until next year, January 7th when Genya had his 18th birthday.

Your birthday? Your birthday was just a couple of days after New Year. Your family used to laugh 'New Year, New Baby' when your mother was waiting for you since you were supposed to be born on New Year, but you decided to wait a little longer before you were ultimately evicted from your home of 9 months.

But yes, things were going well with you and Genya and you learned something new about each other almost every day. Like how despite being the smallest one of the two of you, you liked to be the big spoon in the bed while sleeping and that Genya actually liked being spooned.

Speaking of sleeping, the two of you were oversleeping, and if Lady hadn't started to meow just outside your bedroom door then you both would have no doubt been late from school. You weren't late, but you sure were running late!

"Oh God, why didn't the alarm ring!?" You cursed as you struggled to get your shoes on and Genya ran out of the bathroom, his hair barely combed, "Shit, I don't know, but we gotta go!"

"No time to buy lunch, we gotta go now!" You said as the two of you grabbed your bags and left in a hurry, running as fast as you could so you wouldn't be late for your first classes of the day… And you made it just in time!

As soon as you made it past the school's gates the two of you nearly collapsed on the ground.

"W- we made it…!" Genya said and you panted breathlessly as you tried to catch your breath, "B- barely…!"

The bells rang and you were still outside so you weren't safe quite yet.

"See ya at lunch!" You both shouted as you went on your own ways since you weren't in the same class.

Much to your horror, your first class that day was math with Sanemi Shinazugawa aka Genya's scary big brother. He was just checking the attendance when you rushed into the classroom.

"I'm sorry I'm late," You said hurriedly as you made your way to your seat and the scarred teacher glared at you but otherwise, he just counted you in. Huh, maybe teacher Shinazugawa was in a good mood?

As soon as you managed to sit down you felt your legs give in. You groaned, your legs aching and your throat hurt so badly because of how hard you had breathed the cool Winter air.

The class went on as it would and you tried your hardest to understand the formula you were learning that morning while staying with the rest of the class so you wouldn't fall behind.

Before you knew it, the class ended and you were all given homework for the next day. You groaned tiredly as you put your books and notes into your bag and you were about to head to your next class when suddenly-!

"Young miss, please stay. I have something I want to talk about with you." Teacher Shinazugawa called you and you could almost hear the girls in the background giggle at you as they left the classroom. You sighed as you waited for the last students to leave before you made your way to the teacher's desk.

"I'm sorry I was late, sir, it won't happen again," You apologized humbly, but the scarred man scoffed, "You made it barely so I'm letting you go with a warning this time."

"Thank you, sir." You nodded and turned to leave, but before you could go Sanemi called after you, "Hold it! I didn't say you could leave just yet!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, sir," You stopped and the man nodded, "What are you and Genya doing at Christmas?"

"Christmas?" You hummed. You hadn't thought about it. Until now, you always bought yourself new manga and something delicious to eat and gorge yourself full. But now it was different since Genya lived with you so you would have to probably prepare better.

"If you don't have any plans then would you and Genya like to come over to our place to celebrate?"

"Ex-!" You blinked in shock, "Excuse me?"

"Tch, you don't have to if the idea sounds so awful-!"

"It doesn't!" You exclaimed and nodded eagerly, "Yes, my answer is yes! I would love to come! I'll just have to ask Genya!"

"He will come because I tell him so!" The teacher exclaimed and you nodded, "Please don't worry, I'll talk to him when I see him at lunch."

"You do that." He nodded and you smiled a little, "Can I go now?"

"Yes, go, your next class starts soon anyway." The teacher waved you off and you left quietly with a small, "Have a nice day." to your teacher. You went to the next class and another until it was finally lunchtime.

Only you and Genya had left in such a hurry that neither of you had managed to make or buy any lunch from the convenience store. So when you met at your usual spot you were both pretty empty-handed so you tried to distract the two of you with news.

"Your big brother asked if we would spend Christmas at your place?" You asked as you made yourself comfortable and Genya's eyes widened, "Big brother asked that?"

"Yes?"

"That's… Huge!"

"Wh- wha- why?"

"Big brother never invites people outside the family to family gatherings." Genya frowned a little, "He must be serious about you and me..!"

"Ah, true." You nodded and he looked at you, "How do you feel about it? Do you want to go? Because we don't need to go if you don't want to!"

At any other time you would have declined an invite to any meeting, parties especially, but living with Genya built your tolerance. Also, this was your boyfriend's family, you had to go and earn their acceptance of your and Genya's relationship!

"I don't mind, it actually sounds pretty nice." You confessed, "But I haven't been to family parties in years so I might be rusty."

"Just be yourself and I'm sure the rest of my family will also love you just like I do." Genya said and you blinked, "Oh yeah, didn't you have younger siblings?"

You hadn't been around younger kids in ages, but you liked to think that despite your status as a loner, you were pretty okay with kids thanks to your vast collection of comics, games, and such.

"Yeah, I have 5 younger siblings." Genya said and you almost choked on your own spit, "F- FIVE!?"

"Yeah, there are my little brothers Shuya, Hiroshi, and Koto, and then there are my little sisters Teiko and Sumi."

"H- How-!" You wanted to ask, but you quickly shook your head and instead asked, "How do you feel about this?"

"I, uh…" Genya blushed, "Of course, I love you and I would love it if my family knew how I felt about you and liked you also…"

"T- then..!" You swallowed as you collected your courage.

"In that case, I would love to meet your family!" You yelped out loud as you felt your face burn with blush..!

…Or at least you thought it was blush, but suddenly you felt extremely fatigued.

"I'm just… gonna sit down… for a second…" You were saying when suddenly you lost all control as you went limp and if it wasn't for Genya's quick reflexes you would have collapsed on the ground.

"W- whoa!" He quickly caught you and noticed that you had fainted.

"O- Oi! Are you okay?" He called your name and that's when he noticed how red you were. He gently touched your forehead and you felt hot.

"Hold on, I'll take you to the infirmary at once!" He picked you up like you weighed nothing and ran like crazy.

An hour later, you were resting on the bed and Genya sat next to your bed, looking worried and guilty. Apparently, you had managed to catch a sudden nasty flu and fever that caused you to faint. Genya felt guilty for not noticing it earlier. He had honestly thought that you were blushing because you were talking about his family, but you were actually sick.

"Genya?"

The young man flinched as he looked up and saw the Health Teacher slash nurse Tamayo and his big brother Sanemi walk into the room. Genya quickly got up and looked at the woman, "Will she be okay?"

"She has a fever, but she should get better with some rest." Tamayo said and Genya sighed in relief, but then he noticed his brother and looked at him, "Brother…"

"Tch, you worried me there, you shithead…!" The older Shinazugawa growled and Genya bowed, "I'm sorry…"

"It wasn't your fault Genya," Miss Tamayo said, "I went through her contacts and she doesn't appear to have anyone in her emergency contacts that could take her home."

"I live with her so I'll take her!" Your boyfriend said as he bounced up from his seat, but he flinched the moment he saw his older brother Sanemi glaring at him, "B- brother, I'll take her home and return at once-!"

"Are you kidding me!?" Sanemi snapped and Tamayo hushed him, "Quiet in the infirmary, please."

"Sorry," The older Shinazugawa apologized before he turned to look at his younger brother again, "You're going to take her home and care for your girlfriend until she is better!"

"W- what about school?" Genya was stunned to see his big brother act the way he was acting. Sanemi scoffed as he looked at your resting form, "Don't get me wrong, school is important but so is your girlfriend's health!"

"You can take a couple of days off and look after her." Nurse Tamayo said calmly with a small smile, "I'll let your teachers know about the situation and send you the homework."

"Thank you, ma'am," The younger Shinazugawa thanked the woman and turned to address his big brother but the older man was already on his phone.

"Brother-"

"I'm ordering you a taxi. I'm not letting you carry her in the cold where she can get worse and you can catch what she has!" Sanemi said and Genya was stunned by his brother's kindness. He knew that his older brother favored tough love, but this was nice too.

"Thank you, big brother." Genya genuinely thanked his brother who grunted as he looked away from his younger brother, "Whatever, just make sure she gets better."

"I promise, I will!"

[djfics]

Behind these Violet Eyes Arc 1 Part 7

Chapter 25: Planning

Summary: Sett's Mom invites Thresh for dinner, and she introduces Sett and Aphelios to him. Kayn decides to make a plan to embarrass Aphelios in front of everyone in school.

New Character: Naafiri and Vi

WC: 1,461

November 28, 5:30 P.M. - Aphelios' Room

"I'll be returning late tonight, I will bring some desert to accompany the turkey," Thresh said as Aphelios nodded. "Very well... I'll see you tonight." Aphelios hung up the phone and decides to get ready for Thanksgiving on Sett's house.

He looked at his reflection and saw his black hair, which was still growing and decided to cut and fix with his scissors. He finishes with his hair and decides to choose an outfit for this holiday.

"Well?" he shows Ekko, Ezreal, and Rakan his two outfits: the first one is a grey shirt with jeans, an orange brown belt and shoes. The second one is a navy shirt, white pants and dark brown belt and shoes.

"I like the first outfit," Ekko said as Ezreal gasped at him. "I say the second one is the best," Ezreal said as he and Ekko started fighting, and Aphelios looked at Rakan.

"If I was in Xayah's shoes... I will wear something green to match with the white pants from the second outfit and the orange brown shoes and belt from the 1st outfit along with golden accessories" Aphelios agrees to Rakan's outfit choice and goes to his closet to find something green.

"How about this?" Aphelios shows Rakan an emerald green satin shirt with the white pants, the orange brown belt and shoes with the gold watch and rings, and Rakan gives a thumbs up.

"Well...looks like Sett got a great buddy"

"Yup," Ekko agrees with Ezreal as Rakan giggles at them. Aphelios hung up his call to change so he won't make the same mistakes again.

"Who was it?"

"Is Phel, he asked us about the outfits he needs to wear." Ekko responded to Jinx's question as she got out of the shower wearing a plum bathrobe and a towel on her head.

"You two are so lucky that my sister invited you two for dinner"

"C'mon Jinx, Ez and I don't have parents," Ekko said as Jinx sighed. "Is she okay?" Rakan asks as Jinx glares at him, and he hung up the call.

"Are you two ready?" A woman with short red hair and is half shaved, blue eyes, scars on her eyebrow and lips and a tattoo on her face that says VI along with couple more on her body and wears a burgundy and black blazer, black shirt, burgundy pants and black shoes.

"Yes Vi, by the way. Phel is going to have his dinner with his boyfriend and his mom, so he's not coming. " Ekko explains to Vi understood. "Of course, come on, Powder, we have to make the turkey." Vi grabs Jinx by the robe while she tries to fight for her life.

"Should we change?" Ezreal asks Ekko, and he nods as they grab their clothes until they receive a call from Aphelios, and they pick up.

"Woah, Phel!! You look awesome!!" Ekko and Ezreal saw Aphelios in his outfit that Rakan said, and they gave him a thumbs up.

"Thanks, it looks good on me," Rakan appears and sees Aphelios in his clothes that he told him. "You look handsome, Phel. Sett will have eyes on you for the rest of the dinner," Rakan said as Aphelios blushed by Rakan's compliment.

*honk* *honk*

"I better get going, guys. Sett has arrived," Aphelios signed, and his friends gave him good luck and hung up. He grabbed his phone from the tripod and the gift for Sett.

Aphelios went outside and saw Sett with his combed back hair and wearing a red shirt with a gold necklace and watch, black pants and black shoes.

"Hey Mooncake," Sett saw Aphelios and went to him and kissed him on the lips. "Ma is very excited to meet you, and she's going to bring a guest as well," Sett said as they entered the car.

"Before you turn on the car, I got something for you." Aphelios gives Sett a purple box with a golden ribbon. "What is it?" Sett asks. "Open it." Sett opens the box and reveals a golden ring with an orange gem on it.

"Phel...."

"We can match our necklaces that you gave me yesterday." Aphelios smiled at him, and he put the ring onto his finger. "Is perfect, Mooncake, I will cherish it for the rest of my life." Sett kisses Aphelios and places his forehead with his.

"Let's go." Sett turns on his car and drives off to his mother's house. Thresh saw the car leaving and looking at Cedric. "Go to the fastest route." Cedric nodded to Thresh's order and left.

November 28, 6:10 P.M. - Shieda Residency

Varus, Rhaast, Kai, and Valmar arrive at Kayn's room since Zed invites Aatrox and his family for Thanksgiving, and they decide to barge in.

"Do you have a plan, Kayn?" Varus asks Kayn, and he throws a ball of paper onto the trash can. "Do you see I'm struggling!!"

"Every time." Rhaast laughs along with Valmar and Kai, and Kayn throws a paper ball to him. "Is no time for jokes, I need to find a way to embarrass him on school next week."

"How?"

"I don't know, Varus." Kayn throws more paper in the thrash can. "I don't like this, Kayn." Valmar said, and Kai nodded. "Val is right, Kayn, you will regret for what y-ouch!!" Kayn throws a ball of paper to Kai and glares at them.

"You wanna help me or not?" Kayn asks them, and they nod. "It reminds me when Rhaast and I have to do a presentation about the war of Noxus and Io-"

"Wait... that's it!! Varus, you're a genius!!" Kayn grabs Varus by his sweater and hugs him. "Let's make a storytelling about Moonboy's past."

"But how?" Rhaast asks Kayn and holds copies of paper. "Thresh hacked the Moonboy's computer and printed everything and gave it to me." Kayn showed his friends about the copies, and they were surprised.

"And besides, I'm planning to tell everyone a story and the narrator is not other than Seraphine"

"Of course, Pinky Girl will be the perfect narrator for the story, Kayn," Rhaast said as he, Kayn and Varus, starts laughing except for Valmar and Kai.

"Guys!! Big Brother told me that the dinner is about to start. " A girl with red hair, gold eyes, and wears punk clothes appears in Kayn's door. "Of course, thank you, Naafiri." Varus thanked his little sister, and she left.

"We start the operation next week because today is a special day," Kayn said, and the boys nodded and decided to leave Kayn's room to celebrate Thanksgiving.

November 28, 6:19 P.M. - Sett and Mei's House

"We arrived, Mooncake," Sett said as he arrived at his house and parked his car and got out. "Let me help you." Sett opens the door and gives his hand to Aphelios, and he grabs it.

"Thanks, Sett..."

"You're welcome, Mooncake."

Both boys entered the house and saw the house decorated with Thanksgiving decorations from leaves, turkeys, and cornucopia. "Nice house," Aphelios signed while looking at the decorations. He saw a picture of Sett when he was young with his mom.

"That's me and Ma when I was in kindergarten. I don't know who my father is, but I decide not to know him, " Sett explained as Aphelios looked at the picture. "My dad told me...that my mom abandoned him when I was born...he told me that she's bad." Aphelios sighed as he placed the picture frame back to its owner.

"All my life, I was homeschooling, and I never had friends until Thresh told me that I have to go to school because the homeschooling for high school has become difficult."

"I met Ekko when he was trying to recover his backpack from the basketball hoop, and he introduced me to his roommate Ezreal, who shared an apartment. Then we met Jinx when she was running away from the principal because she did a graffiti on the wall." Sett was surprised about Aphelios' past, and he hugged him.

"Phel...I didn't know about you...." Aphelios tries to hold his tears and hugs him back. "I promise I'll protect you from everyone who tries to hurt you." Sett looked at Aphelios and kissed his forehead.

"Oh, you're here!!" they turned and saw Mei with her hair styled in a braid and wearing a light pink sweater with a heart necklace, a long white skirt, and white flats.

"Yeah, I brought Phel to join us"

"Oh good!! I also brought someone as well. Please come in. " Thresh appears wearing a white suit with a pink shirt and a purple tie, white pants, and black shoes while holding a pie and smile.

"Hello Settrigh, your mom told everything about you and your boyfriend.'"

A/N: Oh Sh*t....the next part is....you know, but at least we met Vi and Naafiri. And do you guys like new design for this part? Anyway, I'll see you on Friday for Chapter 26.

[8philip20hamilton4]

The Nightmare Phone of Screams

9th of November in 1982

10:16 PM

After watching Halloween, Casey Becker had fallen asleep on the couch. In her dream, she is faced to face with a man that has knives as fingers slowly making his way towards her. She immediately makes a run for it, causing the man to go after her with more speed. She runs out of her house, only to see her boyfriend dead, causing her to momentarily stop before pressing onwards despite the heartbreak. She is eventually tackled by the killer who caresses her cheek with a bladed finger, giving her a small cut before gutted in the stomach.

Casey screams & wakes up instantly due to her fright. She than looks around & than calms down. She is in her own home, & there was no such thing of a man having knives as fingers. The phone rings & she gets up & walking towards it. Since Steve never called her back earlier, she assumes this is him calling back now.

"Hello?"

"Hey, this is Steve's cousin."

"Oh, uh, hello. "

"Yeah, so, he fell asleep awhile ago & I was supposed to call you earlier but it slipped my mind, sorry about that."

"Oh, it's fine, though I wish Steve had called me back earlier himself."

"Yeah, Steve does what Steve does."

Casey laughs. "Yeah, that's true."

"You know, you're a good friend."

Casey blinks, confused as she thought that everyone in his family knew that she & him were dating before shrugging. "Thanks . . . I guess . . . "

"So, you got a boyfriend?"

Casey raised an eyebrow. "Why, are you trying to ask me out on a date or something-?"

"Maybe, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"You never told me your name."

Casey frowns, wondering why didn't this guy know her name yet. " . . . Why do you want to know my name?"

"I want to know who I'm looking at."

" . . . No thank you." Casey said before immediately ending the call.

She than immediately began to lock all doors & all windows. The phone rings again, causing Casey to tremble like a leaf in fear. She didn't want to answer the phone, not after the last one. She than hears a noise outside, only to see her boyfriend with a gash of blood on his head while being tied to a chair. He shook his head as a figure came up from behind with one hand latching onto his throat & the other holding a knife, pointing at the phone in her hand as it began to ring again.

Casey answers immediately while sobbing. "Please don't hurt my boyfriend, I'll do whatever you want."

"Well, how about we play a little trivia game? You answer these questions correctly, than you & your boyfriend get to live to see another day, get them wrong, & one of you dies! Or maybe I'll gut you both like a fish~"

"No please, I'll play your game."

"Good girl, now tell me, what's the name of the killer in Halloween?"

Casey was trying to calm herself down while letting out a few sniffles. "Michael Myers."

"Very good, come on now, Steve is counting on you."

More tears fell from Casey's eyes as she saw her boyfriend calling her name through the tape. "OK . . . What's the next question . . . ?"

"Who's the killer in Friday the 13th?"

Casey tried taking deep breaths but it didn't help the anxiety & desperation that she felt. "It's Jason! Jason I say!"

"Sorry, but you answered incorrectly."

"You're lying! It's Jason, I know it's Jason, I watched that movie like 20 motherf*cking times!"

"Than you should know it was Jason's mother was the original killer, Jason didn't even show up until the sequel! I'm afraid you have the wrong answer~"

"You . . . Tricked me . . ." Casey whispered in horror as she shook her head in denial of her falling for that trap.

"Lucky for you, there's still one more question left, poor little Steve, he won't be able to make it to this round's cut!"

Casey turns to see the patio lights flickered off. She hears her boyfriend scream in pain as the sound of flesh being pierced in the air. It was pure dead silence for about 30 seconds before the lights flickered on. There in the chair soon revealed the newly stabbed & gutted body of Steve Orth. She screamed in terror with the realization that her boyfriend was dead & the killer was no where to be seen.

"Now for your final question . . . Where am I?"

" . . . What . . . ?"

"Am I by the patio door, or the front door?"

"I can't . . ."

"So be it."

A chair soon crashed into the patio window as Casey shrieked before dropping the phone. She than ran to the kitchen & immediately grabbing a knife before running towards the front door. When opening it, she saw the killer right there & immediately was chased to her room, locking the door behind her. She climbs out of her window & runs in hopes of reaching safety. Unfortunately, the killer soon caught up to her, tackling her behind & knocking her head against the tree, causing her entire would to go black.

[thewritingofspencerrose]

An Interview with Charlotte Dunne

Daisy Jones and the Six

Author's Note: While I have made a concerted effort to remove myself from the narrative, I have included here a verbatim transcript of my conversions regarding Charlotte with Daisy Jones, Charlotte Dunne, and Billy Dunne, because I was, in fact, an active member of these recollections.

CHARLOTTE: So, where do you want me to start?

AUTHOR: Start with who you are, your connection to the band.

CHARLOTTE: My name is Charlotte Willow Dunne, although my mother calls me Charlie, and my connection to the band? Well, I'm the reason that Daisy Jones got sober in November of 1978. And I'm the reason that Camilla left Billy Dunne in July of 1979.

BILLY: Charlotte? I first learned about her after the show in Chicago.

DAISY: Charlie? Well, how honest do you want me to be?

AUTHOR: As honest as you want to be.

BILLY: I had just finished talking to Daisy. She- she had just told me how she was pregnant. And that it was mine. So I sat down at the bar and I ordered a tequila neat. And it arrived. And I sat there and I picked it up and swirled it around and I sniffed it. And then two women came up to me, and asked me to sign autographs for them. Said they'd never seen anything like Daisy and me. I signed two cocktail napkins and pretty soon after, they left.

DAISY: It was the middle of the night, after a show at the Chicago Stadium in July of '79, when I got back to the hotel. I don't remember what I'd been doing. I just remember that I was avoiding Billy. He knew at that point the only thing I had been hoping to keep from him. I think I probably walked around the city or something. I was still out of it when I got back to the lobby. And I turned right, to head for bar. I remember thinking I didn't even want to be conscious. But I must not have realized where I was going or what I was doing because I ended up walking straight into the elevator. I thought, All right, guess I'll watch tv and go to bed. But when I got to my room, I couldn't get my key in the door. I kept trying but I couldn't get it to fit. I think I was making a lot of noise. And then I heard a child's voice.

BILLY: I grabbed the glass - the tequila, I mean - I grabbed it again and I stared at it. And I thought about what it would taste like. Clean smoke. I was lost in it when the guy next to me went, "Hey, you're Billy Dunne, aren't you?" And I put it down.

DAISY: I was stuck out there, in the hallway. Unable to get into my room. And I slumped down on the ground and I started crying. I looked down the hall and I realized it was... well... out into the hallway comes Camila and she's holding you...

AUTHOR: I remember this. You were in a white dress, I could see your baby bump.

DAISY: You were about five or so, I think. So... you've got a good memory. Camila came into the hallway and she was holding you, and she said, "Do you need help?" I didn't understand why was being so nice. I said yes and she took my key and she let me into my room. And she walked in with me. She put Julia down on the bed. She told me to sit down and she brought me a glass of water. I said, "You can go. I'll be okay." And she said, "No, you won't." I remember feeling really relieved. That she could see through me. That she wasn't going to leave. She sat down next to me. And she didn't mince words. She knew exactly what was happening. Exactly what she wanted to say. I was... unnerved. I felt so out of control and Camila was so in control. She said, "Daisy, he loves you. You know that he loves you. I know that he loves you. But he's not going to leave me." Camila said, "But what I need you to know is that I'm going to leave him. I told him that when I he started loving you that would be where we ended. But then I wasn't going to give up on him, not until the baby." And I just remember thinking, there is no way that she knew the baby was Billy's. I had been married to Nikky long enough that she could have, should have thought it was his. But she knew better.

BILLY: I took a taste of it. Not even a sip, but a taste. It took everything I had not to gulp it down, not to throw it into the back of my throat. It tasted like comfort and freedom. That's how it gets you - what it feels like is the opposite of what it is. But my whole body went slack, from the relief of it being on the tip of my tongue.

DAISY: Camila got up and poured me another glass of water and she got me a tissue. Which is when I realized I was sobbing. Those damn hormones. She said, "Daisy, I don't know you very well, but I know you have a great heart and you're a good person. I know my daughter wants to grow up and be you one day, and I know that I want the twins and Julia to know their brother or sister." And I told her then. She was the first person I told other than Simone. I told her I was having a girl.

BILLY: The man next to me, he was watching me. He had a full beer in his glass and he was sipping it, like you sip something you're indifferent to. I glanced at him and then... I did it. I drank it. Maybe half of a finger or so. And then I held on to the glass. Like someone was going to try to steal it from me. I told myself to put down the glass. Just put it down.

DAISY: Camila looked at me for a moment. And I wanted to know what was going through her head. And then she gave me a soft smile, softer than I would have mustered in a situation like that and congratulated me. She said, "Julia, Susana and Maria will love having a new sister." And I could tell that she meant it. "But Daisy, you have to leave the band."

BILLY: I couldn't put it down. My hand held on to the glass. And I thought, I wish this man would take it out of my hands and throw it across the room."

DAISY: I was quiet for a while, trying to process what Camila had said. And then she said, "I think it's time for you to take time off for yourself, and the baby. You can't keep this life up and have her end up healthy. I want the best for both of you." And I finally said, "Why do you care about what happens to me? To my child?" And she said, "I think almost everybody on this planet cares about you. But I care about Billy, and I don't want his child or future being affected by any of this."

BILLY: The man looked at my hand and it seemed like he was looking at my wedding ring and he said, "Are you married?" I nodded, chuckling sadly. "For now," I had answered. He laughed and said his girlfriend would be crushed. "You got kids?" That caught my attention, caught me off guard, but I nodded again. "Three girls, and a baby on the way." And it had felt so abnormal to hear. One on the way. He said, "Got any pictures?" And I thought of the photos, in my wallet, of Julia and Susana and Maria, and of the baby on the way. And I put the glass down.

DAISY: Sometime in the early morning, Camila picked you up out of my bed, and she grabbed my hand. I grabbed her hand back. She said, "Good night, Daisy." And I said, "Good night, Camila. Thank you." It was as I opened the door that Billy was walking down the hallway, his eyes catching Camila and I.

BILLY: I saw them, Camila and Daisy, with you hanging from Camila's hip.

DAISY: Camila just looked at him and said, "We're getting a divorce, Billy. I told you this would happen when you fell in love with her, and that baby needs you around."

BILLY: I just nodded. I didn't want to fight her if that was what she wanted. I had already put her through enough. And so I just looked at Daisy.

DAISY: He just looked at me, and all the love I had thought I had seen behind his eyes to that day, was no longer behind his eyes, but front and center. And he was looking at me.

CHARLOTTE: At least, that's how Mom and Dad told it to me. Camila and Dad got divorced that month, and two weeks later Mom and Dad announced that not only were they an item, but that Mom was pregnant with Dad's baby.

WARREN: Finding out that Billy and Daisy had been together was a surprise to no one.

GRAHAM: I was happy for him, finally being able to be happy with the one big love of his life.

KAREN: I was just happy for Daisy. We had talked about her wanting to be a mother, get clean, and she was able to do both.

CHARLOTTE: I know, and have always known I was never planned. But I do know I was born to two amazing parents, who have remained clean since. They got married when I was three, and, well you know this part, but you, the twins and I were their flower girls. So yeah, that's my story.

Unknown to Charlotte, Billy Dunne and Daisy Dunne had come out to the patio where we were filming her interview and were leaning together against the wall behind her, smiles on both of their faces.

AUTHOR: Thanks Lottie.

CHARLOTTE: Anything for my favorite big sister, but don't tell the twins I said that.

Charlotte Dunne grew up in northern California with her mother, Daisy Dunne nee Jones and her father, Billy Dunne. Camilla Dunne moved with her daughters Julia, Susana, and Maria to North Carolina shortly after the divorce. Charlotte Dunne is currently a second year nursing student at the University of California, Berkley, while Billy and Daisy enjoy their retirement from their lives as rockstars.

[safetycar-restart]

Valentine's morning with Charles! 💌

He is a bit grumpy when he wakes up because he wanted to spend the whole day with you. From the moment you woke up until late at night. Just the two of you. But apparently no. Because Ferrari had to plan a car launch today. Great. And now he would have to go outside, talk with people he doesn't know and you wouldn't be able to be with him. You won't be able to hold his hand. What a disaster!

So from the first minute he is pouting and looking at you with sad eyes. But you quickly pretend to comfort him by attacking him with kisses. Leaving them all over his face, neck and chest. And in a minute he turns into a giggly mess. You're so relieved, because your happy boy is back. You hold him in your arms, enjoying the rest of this peaceful morning. If you had more time, you could afford a morning fuck. But you have to get up soon, so all you can do is a quickly hand job. But Charles is happy anyway, because you took care of him. And he lies between your thighs, literally melts in your arms. Previous grumpines long forgotten.

You stay in an apartment in Maranello. Basically, at that time you were supposed to be at work but you couldn't leave your boy, you didn't have the heart to do it. You two need to spend Valentine's Day together, no matter what.

So you finally get up and go make breakfast. But gifts are waiting in the living room. You have a Valentine's card for Charles, as always, and a bouquet of red roses. When he sees this, he throws himself into your arms. He feels so special because he has never received flowers from anyone before. And these are from you!!! They're the most special!!!!

After that you make breakfast together and you slowly handfeed him and you choose his clothes... Charles is just the happiest subby baby. Because it's perfect Valentine's morning.

- 🪸

Ah yes let’s start Valentine’s Day with a charles ask!! This is perfect I love it so much.

Firstly, Charles would obviously know long in advance that the new livery would launch on valentines, and he is NOT happy about it. Not one bit.

Maybe last valentines you two had just started dating? So he was still trying to not be as needy and sappy as he was actually feeling for fear of being too much.

But now he’s been with you for over a year and he’s completely honest with you and is no longer afraid to be whiney needy boy. And honestly, I think he had been thinking about valentines since like November of the previous year?

Of course he’s always being sweet and subby and showing how much he loves you, but a whole day where that’s the main thing?? A whole day where he has the PERFECT excuses to shower you in gifts and cuddles and never let go of your hand ever.

So to find out that the day would instead be filled with PR events? He was so sad. Such a sad little boy. He comes home after that meeting with tears in his eyes, crying his little heart out cause he was SO excited for Valentine’s Day and now he’ll barely be able to spend time with you.

Of course you can’t have that.

You can’t change the schedule or anything, but you can make sure he has a very nice day. Maybe you suggest that you guys have feb 15th as your very own Valentine’s Day?

You know Charles will be so tired after the launch day and you know he’ll have the day off to recover. So it’s the perfect day for your very own valentines. Charles loves the idea! Not only will he have a day with his Dom, but he’ll also have something to look forward to during the lunch and he’s just so so happy.

But of course you can’t give him NOTHING on actual Valentine’s Day. You would never do that to your good boy, especially because you know he’ll still be a little sad on the day cause he had so hoped for a special day with you.

When you wake up he’s pouting at you, tears welling in his eyes cause it’s really hitting him that he won’t be able to spend the day with you.

Which is why you pull him into your arms and kiss all over his face and pinch his tummy until he’s all giggly and wriggly in your arms. You’d love to have a morning fuck then, ride him while giving him countless forehead kisses until he sobs but that would take too much time and require too much aftercare.

But there’s no way in hell you’re letting him out of this bed without an orgasm so you get him between your thighs and stroke him. He’s a soft mess in your arms, still a little sleepy as he whines against your neck, cumming all over your hand and then licking it clean.

You slip out of bed then, telling Charles that you’ll make him some coffee. You know that Charles won’t get out of bed until you call him, which is exactly what you want because you can grab the flowers and card and maybe even the pretty bracelet (with your birthstone, not his) and lay it all out.

Because there was no way you weren’t going to celebrate Valentine’s with him. He deserved it so much. You know that tomorrow he’ll have all sorts of things for you, and you’re very excited for it of course, but you wanted him to still have something on the actual day and also because you know that he’ll be in a good mood the whole day.

You call him into the kitchen when it’s all done and he’s so shocked to see that you’ve gotten him things!!! The massive bouquet of roses are so cute and he’s got a little AND he’s got a bracelet? He’s so happy. He didn’t expect any of it and he has no idea what to with himself.

You laugh at his reaction, letting him hide in your arms and explaining that of course you had to spoil him a little. Even though you can’t spend the day together, you had to make sure he knew you loved and appreciated him.

He’s in tears. He’s a pile of tears. And he’s so so happy.

You hand feed him his breakfast and let him read his card and put his pretty bracelet on for him and then go with him to the car launch.

Tomorrow he’ll have so many things for you and be such a cutie but today he’s just a happy mess, still so emotional about your incredible surprise.

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

As my third night of this grueling nightshift comes to a close, I breathe a sigh of relief and cry tears of joy. Not because I have survived another night, though yes that is important, but because I have finished the one thing that I set out to do back before November ended. Though I am supposed to be on holiday, I knew that I would finish this, no matter the cost. There are so many things I could say, about how much you have done for me, how important you have become to me on this journey. But I know that not a single one of them would sum up the immense amount of gratitude that I truly hold for you, V. The things that I have learned from watching your love for Stephen, the strength that it has given me about my own feelings for Tony, they are the things that I am truly thankful for.

Before I met you, I would have kept my love for him silent, mourned in my darkness and never spoken out about it. I would not have sought help here to process everything that I was feeling, how I want to feel these things. And the more I watched you, the more I realized that I truly didn't have to feel bad about the love I have in my heart for him. It's okay for me to want him here, to want him to have survived so that I can still dream of him. And while there are many, many others that I extend my thanks to, you were the first one that showed me loving a fictional character is okay, no matter what people say. And for that, I gift you this, one last thing before I rest my weary soul for the winter.

Thank you, beautiful flower, for all you have done for me - myself and for Tony - on this long journey. And I look forward to seeing where we go from here. Merry Christmas, my dear.

Oh my heart💗 - in all the best of possible ways!

I am so grateful that something that comes as naturally to me as breathing touched you in such a way that you felt freed to love and mourn and heal. I suppose I didn't get that you'd tried before to tell me this; I can be dense that way at times. But I understand now and I will forever love & treasure this amazing, beautiful, shining labor of your love. Love that comes from an immense heart, and that deserves to find its expression without hesitation or concern for appearences to the wider world.

The details of the gorgeous piece take my breath away. A ring on Beauty's finger...and a baby bump as well! Stephen looking so comfy (especially in that hoodie) and relaxed, holding not only his beloved, but the future they will share. I first saw this when I was half-awake, watching the end of the PBS Tabernacle Choir Christmas special (so I was in no fit state to reply) and as I fell back to sleep, my mind's perpetual fancy had me imagining Stephen finally saying, 'Yes...yes, let's make a baby together...' What a wonderful dream that would be!

I love seeing Tony & Damon together and happy, and that you included Tony's injuries from when he sacrificed himself to save the Universe. And a ring on Tony's finger too! I suppose it won't be too much longer until Stephen & Beauty invite their friends to take on the mantle of godfathers to Baby Strange (baby girl, much to Beauty's understated longing, as it took her mother six pregnancies to get her girlchild). After the first sketch you gifted me, I never would've imagined more--so this is the sweetest surprise and I'll adore it forever. In fact, I'm going to work on a way to make it my icon (although it may mean editing it down to just S&B, but I know you won't mind).

Mere thank you's will never be enough to portray my gratitude, so I will simply say: go rest your weary mind and soul, and may your dreams be blessed with those things you long for most, for you've more than earned that joy. Come Spring, I will be looking forward to hearing and seeing the ideas & artist visions that come to you in your hiatus! You have all my love ~ V

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