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nightbound · · · andy merwin
this was supposed to be posted on the first day of ‘MC Appreciation Week’ but my dumb fckin ass just realised that march IS TODAY!! it’s fine tho, better luck next time \me @ patting my shoulder\
Honestly it is mind-blowing that there are people out here comparing Poppy Min-Sinclair to Vanessa Blackwood. They are not even remotely the same.
Vanessa is homophobic, racist, classist, sociopathic. She purposely OUTED Eiko to aaaaaaall the parents and coworkers and caused them all to turn on her solely because of the fact that she was gay. She supported and fought for Guy, MC’s clearly abusive ex-husband, and tried to have MC’s child, her love, her creation, her baby, taken from her home with custody given to him. Guy’s negligence of his daughter’s soy allergy got her sent to the hospital. She could have DIED, and Vanessa still wholeheartedly defended Guy. She even advised Guy and Tallulah to sabotage one of MC’s jobs, a job she NEEDED to feed herself, her daughter, and keep a roof over their heads. Vanessa knew damn well what she was doing. She knew Guy was abusive and toxic and didn’t truly care for his daughter. She knew MC’s life would fall apart before her very eyes if she lost custody of her little girl. She did all this out of pure hatred, spite, and bigotry. Vanessa Blackwood is truly a monster.
And people are still out here comparing this monster to Poppy Min-Sinclair, who has done nothing more than be an asshole. That’s it.
I’m sorry. How is Poppy Min Sinclair ruining a girl’s life, humiliating her on campus in front of the guy she loved, and tormenting her to the point where she got sent to rehab not make Poppy sociopathic? How does Poppy getting an entire sorority to physically assault a black woman on a primarily white college campus by showing them a video of her being racially profiled not make her a racist bigot? How is Poppy literally spitting on anyone who isn’t rich and treating them like dirt not textbook classism? How does Poppy backing up someone who stalked, sexually harassed, and was on the verge of sexually assaulting MC not make her toxic and low key misogynistic? You can yell about how Vanessa is worse all you want, but Poppy Min Sinclair has done much more than “be an asshole”. She’s racist, classist, and has no regard for anyone but herself unless they can benefit her somehow.
Yes, it is biphobic to headcanon canonically bisexual characters as gay or straight. No, it’s not cute, bisexual identities are not up for debate and our identities sure as hell aren’t your headcanons to play around with.
Yes, it is biphobic to go “but but but they’re playersexual!” because playersexual is not a real sexuality, and bisexual is. If they date a male MC and date a female MC, they are bisexual. If they date a female character then date a male MC, they are bisexual. If they date a female character then date a female MC, they are STILL bisexual. Again, they are not playersexual. They are simply bisexual.
Yes, it is biphobic to go “well they’re not bisexual if your character doesn’t date them”. What even is that fucking argument? Gtfo. Sexuality doesn’t change based on relationship status.
Biphobes do not interact.
It pains me that this needs to be said again. Us bi’s and pan’s matter!!
Us bi’s and pan’s matter indeed
LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK
It’s so irritating to me when people complain about how PB is just full of straight white male love interest when they!re referring to very explicitly bisexual male characters! Just because they can end up with a female MC, doesn’t make them straight!
Summary:As she gets ready to leave everything behind, will he stop her in time? (Part 2 of Don’t let me go)
A/N: I think I will end the pain now. So sorry for all the tears that the first part caused. I hope this one will make up for it <3
Pairing:Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)
Word Count:around 900 words
Rating:General
Category:Angst(with a happy ending :))
Warnings: None that I noticed
She wanted to take her car and leave it outside, ownerless as if an indication that no one would come back to take it.
As if a final attempt to convince every heart including her own, that this really was the end.
That there was no turning back.
That she would never spend another minute in the faint glimmer of minimal sunrays while reading her favourite book under a tree in Boston common.
That she would never laugh with her patients as they tell stories of their lives to her and as she finds pieces of her life in them back in the Edenbrook patient rooms.
That she would never get to put up an act of being the top-notch doctor who has an answer to every question related to the difficult cases while she was alone in the Diagnostic Team Office.
That she would never get to sip coffee absently, a cake piece in front of her as her heart engaged in a conversation with itself, talking about the twisted circumstances of her life.
That she would never get to relish the apricity of December mornings or see the city decked up in red on gold in the Christmas week.
Thinking about it now as she sat in the jam-packed airport, so full yet so empty, she realised how deeply this city had got embedded in her life.
There was a time when she would doubt if this city could ever become her own if she could ever forget the homesickness as she hid herself in the blankets of snow in winters and blossoming flowers in spring, and now leaving this city behind felt like leaving her life behind.
Her soul behind.
Unbeknownst to her, tear streaks mark their way on her tired face, eyes red, gaze fixed at the floor. There was a desperate need for coffee, but she couldn’t get the power to get up and buy one. Her mind was already doing the best it could in keeping her away from the maze of memories and heartbreaking thoughts where she would get lost, and slip into a sea of despair, pain and heartbreak, where she would drown.
The sky of her world was overcast, and soon it would rain, the weather grey and melancholy, piercing and painful.
The announcement echoes through the hall and people around her spur into sudden motion, packing the things taken out, taking out tickets for the check, getting ready to board. But her gaze remained fixed on the way leading to the entrance.
She took her bag and walked away from the crown that was now lining up in a queue, to take one last glance and let all hope extinguish as her reality sunk in.
She was about a hundred per cent sure that he wouldn’t come.
Even if her words were a lie, even if her letter brought tears in his eye. He would never come. He would let her go, his irrational reason stopping him, his hand always inches away from that even after running miles she would never be able to hold it.
Yet, she would have been ready. To run, to fall, to get scarred. To die. If there had been hope. If there had been a light she could chase, if there had been a belief she could hold on to. That all this would be worth it. That all her turmoil wouldn’t be futile.
But here, there was nothing. No chance, no belief, no hope. She could sense her name being announced in the speaker and she could also sense the heaviness of her head that increased by the minute. She could feel her senses slowly leaving her, a curtain of black slowly falling.
Before she could fall, she had to walk.
She had to keep her promise.
She had to leave.
“Pooja!”
The voice held her like two firm hands, gripping her as she fell, preventing her from getting hurt.
There was confusion, there was doubt. But deep, very deep down, there was a relief. There was happiness. She turns around and there they are.
Those icy blues which held unshed tears in their corners, which were desperate and pleading. There was no need of going back. She pinched herself once, wanting to confirm if the image that presented itself in front of her was deceit or truth and as the faint pain slowly dissipated, she made her way over to exit, walking in steady steps to fulfil her promise.
—————–
No one knew how long they cried.
Both of them, holding each other as if united after eons.
His hand gripped hers as if it was that log in the tumultuous ocean on which his life hung. The hand which was once terrifying to hold, the thought of not being able to hold it seemed much, much more terrifying now.
Within minutes her luggage was safely stored behind his car and his racing heart slowly calmed down, as the anticipation of not being able to stop her slowly faded away.
There was only one thing he had to say, and as he held her hand through the entirety of their journey back, he conveyed in whispers,
“I won’t let you go.”
PS:Thank you so much for reading, very very grateful for you :)
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Summary:A letter threatens to break him, and Ethan is prompted to take a decision. (set in Book 2)
A/N: This was a prompt request sent by the dearest @headoverheelsforramsey from the 101 ways to say ‘I love you’ prompt list (still accepting, feel free to send in!) I hope you like what I came up with, my lovely and thank you so so much for sending the request in❤
Does being near to me hurt you? Does being close to me bring tears to your eyes? Do you feel relieved when I go away to someplace else, where you can’t see me? Is being near to me such a curse, such a pain for you?
If no, then why? Why do you act like holding my hand will end the world for you? Why do you move away when I want to hug you? Why do you not cup my cheek and wipe my tears when I cry? Why do you sit there and see everything, understand everything and still hold up this facade of ignorance and professionalism?
Is it true that you don’t miss the touch of my hand over your heart as I miss yours? Is it true that kissing me was never a thing you wanted to do? Were all those words of how you’ve wanted 'us’, a lie? Was all this a mistake? Was kissing me in Miami a mistake?
Why do I feel that you never wanted it to happen? Why do I feel like I never was someone of importance to you?
Because if I was, you wouldn’t have hurt me, broken me, pained me like this, time and again. You wouldn’t have made me cry through endless nights. You wouldn’t have left without a goodbye.
And if it’s true, if I truly never was a person of importance to you, then it wouldn’t bother you if I wasn’t around anymore, right? It definitely wouldn’t bother you if you can’t hear me laugh or see me cry again, if you can’t touch me again. You wouldn’t even seem to mind the absence of our talks and I am sure you will definitely not miss our kisses. You probably won’t even notice that the notorious intern who dared to cross a line and dream of a forever with you was around. I am a pain in your ass anyway, and it would be for the better if I wasn’t around. You wouldn’t have to deal with this 'Rookie’ ever again.
If everything I wrote, everything I said was true, then the job you do next is tearing this sheet of paper and throwing it into the trash can next to your table just as easily as you threw away your feelings for me, if they ever existed.
But if you do have something, anything in your heart for me, come and tell me. I will be waiting for you, just like I always did, until the end.
Come and stop me, come and give me a reason to stay. Don’t let me go, please don’t let me go. Keep me with you, tell me everything that you want to.
Please, don’t let me go.
Because if you miss this chance, the last chance, you will probably never be able to look at me again. Never get a chance to stop me and tell me again. Never get a chance to hold me again.
So please, don’t let me go. I am probably packing my bags when you read this, so you know where to find me. Come and find me, I promise I will stop. But I also promise that there will be no one who could stop me today if you don’t come.
I wish I could write it but I guess I am not 'Yours’ just like you are not mine
Pooja
The paper shook in his hand, just like his entire world was shaking. The pages of the patient charts in front of him fluttered in the air, but he couldn’t notice.
Her absence from the hospital since he last saw her during the Diagnostics Team meeting now made sense. There was a haphazard in his orderly life today, his heart not resting even for a minute. As if it knew that something was going to go very wrong.
The tears that spill from the corner of his eye on the paper cause the ink to blot, the letters to fade. Acting like an indication that her existence from his life was slowly fading, she was slowly becoming that fog which no one could catch or stop.
She was leaving behind a void of darkness that threatened to engulf him, and once that happened, he would never be able to find a way out of it again.
Everything in the letter, everything she had written in the paragraphs except the last was false, the biggest lie anyone had ever said.
She said he didn’t miss her kisses and her touch? He was ready to trade his life for the chance to be able to kiss her without any worry or restraint again.
She asked if he felt relieved in her absence and pain in her presence. The answer was he felt heaven in her presence and hell in her absence.
She says she isn’t a person of importance to him, her absence wouldn’t bother him. How could she say that? For him, she was the most important person in the world and her absence would make every day a living hell. He wanted to shriek from the highest grounds of the city, the echo so powerful that his words would resonate around her. He would repeat his answers to each of her questions a hundred times until she begins to believe them.
Until she understands her place in his life.
Until she drops all doubt about her existence in his life.
She was his strength, his solace, his world. And now he was on the verge of losing everything life had given him. She was hope, a ray so bright that even the stoicism of a man like him melted due to its warmth. She was the reason why he wanted to believe in life again, in happiness again, in love again.
Every thought, every memory that flashes in front of him is a pathway for him to reach his decision. As if someone had painted the answer for him on a gigantic canvas, he could clearly see the path he was to follow. The choice he had to make. The actions he was to take.
And this time he wasn’t making a mistake.
PS:This fic has a part 2, that I will post some days later! Thank you so much for reading, very very grateful for you :)
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Buckle up. I had some thoughts recently and I decided to share them and have fun :D You can laugh, or you can discuss it further with me. I had fun writing this :)
So… Riley Brooks. I’ve read nearly all of the books and I remember that every MC had established a back story. We learned things about them like parents, school life, past flings in one book or sequels but TRR franchise is currently on its 6 book and we didn’t know about her life before meeting the prince.
Someone could say “so what? There is nothing deep about it, the writers didn’t want to bother” but it’s not fun xp
I think there is a reason they didn’t tell us bout her past. It’s because….
*drum roll*
she’s a match. *Perfect Match*
Think about it.
She has no background, no relationships and she immediately *clicks* with the prince. She has everything he was looking for. It sounds too good to be true.
I think she was Eros Match #1, the Original. When Rowan kidnapped PM gang he told them this during the dinner:
Maybe that was the case at the beginning. Perhaps a test on how much science can imitate real human beings but he became obsessed about Matches and started treating them like his children. Because someone happened…
it was Daniel
Meet Daniel, former Eros inventor and engineer. He knew Riley was a miracle since he laid his eyes on her and had their first talk. She wasn’t a human being, but she was alive. Her brain and heart were artificial but her thoughts weren’t. She controlled her emotions and thoughts but she wasn’t safe at Eros because of Rowan greed and desire for power and control. So he deleted his plans and notes Eros could use in the future and they run away. Layed low, working in a bar, barely affording to leave. He did one last thing as her handler - he deleted all of her memories and blocked the ability to think about her past - no Eros, no Matches, no Daniel’s being her creator and the moment she opened her eyes for the first time in the lab.
Now answers for questions you may have:
-What about other Li’s?
Depend on other Li’s [MC] gives them what they were looking in life (I only read TRR with Liam and Hana route, so forgive me if I mistake something :/)
Hana all of her life was pressured to marry someone rich and successful. she didn’t have a real and happy childhood and her parents moulded her into their image. When MC appeared in her life, they were rivals, but Riley showed her you can be respected without losing yourself and not missing in life. She showed Hana love can be a magical and intimate thing not only a business transaction.
Drake was in the shadow of his best friend. I don’t think it was Liam’s fault because he would never think about him less just because he isn’t royalty. MC broke through Drake’s bitterness and felt in love of who he truly was and showed him that a higher social status doesn’t mean being bad and you can do a lot of good things too :)
Maxwell… I don’t really know what to write about him :( I think he’s really nice and I personally treat him like a younger brother, but I think (judging from other people’s post) he and MC had a good relationship buildup. Maybe in some way she made him more responsible… He’s funny and I apologize all Maxwell stans… Drake’s too, because as I said I only played Liam and Hana route… But that’s my impressions.
-MC gave birth in TRH, and I’m sure Matches can’t do that!
Yes, but consider this - If Riley is indeed Match #1 she must’ve been Eros breakthrough. She was designed to pass as a human, so she would be able to live on her own, or in case she was captured, her kidnappers had to believe she’s a person.
Eros thought about everything.(I added the wired to the MC’s for fun) Her organs aren’t a machine but it’s not a real thing either. Her skin is fake but it turned red when she blushes. She is the closest thing to the humans ever created.
She’s a miracle.
Think about her as a more advanced Host from Westworld
Pixelberry thinking of plots in 2016: Exiled queen fights to reclaim her kingdom with the help of a man with mysterious powers. Yup. Mhmm, let’s work with that. Okay next, a group of college students wins a weeklong vacation at a mysterious island where they learn of an impending apocalypse among other odd qualities on the island. Maybe next year we’ll do a story about some teens who encountered the supernatural as kids and it comes back to bite them in the ass. We’ve gotta keep it creative, people.
