#(then again i do love it when she makes the awful selfish choice. you go girl!!)

[martyreddie]

Hi ☺️

I saw your post about how Eddie and Shannon drifted apart and I’d love to hear more of your thoughts! I’ve always imagined that they didn’t talk at all after she left. Eddie sent her messages and calls that went unanswered. Eddie had many lonely nights in LA thinking if he should call her again, having the phone ring and go to voice mail where he leaves her a message with his voice breaking, “hey Shan, it’s me”

But that’s just my personal headcanon ☺️ what are your thoughts?

-saturn 🪐

Hi!! :D

it's so hard for me to make up my mind about this asfssdsf I keep trying to look to canon to clear things up, but it's really really vague (and honestly kind of contradictory).

I feel like the fact that Shannon picked up when Eddie called to ask her about helping get Christopher into that new school shows that there was the opportunity for communication, they still had each other’s numbers and would answer each other’s calls, but they chose not to do so. 

And I personally really enjoy the idea of that – Eddie feeling like he wasn’t enough, choosing to believe that Shannon only left him, not Christopher, and believing he has no right to ask her to come back (similarly to how he doesn’t ask Chris to come back now) and Shannon being at first too angry to make the first move, then growing convinced that it’s maybe better for her to stay away because she’s the one who ‘hurt’ Christopher, and now ran away, so she isn’t reliable, she’s a bad person, he ought to hate her, right? 

It just seems so emblematic of their entire relationship: they don’t talk enough and marinate in their self-loathing and anger at the other person instead, and so they’re never on the same page (e.g.: Eddie asking for a second marriage the same evening Shannon asks for a divorce).

But honestly, there’s so many ways to interpret it lmao. After Shannon gives the interview at Christopher's school, Eddie says something along the lines of "you were taking care of your mom, and I was taking care of Christopher, and we just drifted further away from each other" and that could imply they were talking at least for a little while still? Idk. 

The great thing is, it’s tragic either way! 

There’s an Eddie who’s staring at his phone in the middle of the night, contemplating, typing up messages he never ends up sending, imagining a thousand phone calls in which Shannon says she loves him and she’ll come back, says she hates him and will never return, says she loves him but it isn’t enough, says she hates him and will come back either way and that makes her hate him even more, and there’s an Eddie that does text, and he does call, but he never gets an answer, even when he’s calling at three in the morning, wrung out and at the brink of tears, only ever reaching Shannon’s voicemail as he’s begging for her to tell him how she helped Chris though his nightmares, in which of the books she studied obsessively while he was in Afghanistan it’s explained just how CP makes it harder for kids to get a full night of sleep. 

There’s a Shannon who’s waiting on a text or phone call from Eddie like it’s a sword hanging over her head, and who, when it never comes, feels broken up inside about it because she can’t call him now, (she left, it’s not her right, and she’s also still so damn mad), and she misses him and she misses Chris, but there's also a sick sort of freedom in watching this string tying her back home slowly dissolve, and there’s a Shannon who receives every message, every call, and doesn’t answer, who’s too angry to write back, then doesn’t know what to say, and then realises that a week, a month has passed and she can’t write back now (it’s been too long, what would she say anyway?), and before she knows it, she mutes her phone, doesn’t look at the messages anymore, doesn’t listen to the voicemails piling up in her inbox, only ever risking a glance when she needs to feel bad about herself, is overcome by the urge to poke at the purpling bruise at the center of her being. 

And there’s an Eddie and a Shannon who get over their anger and self-doubt for just a moment, who stay in contact at the beginning, trade images of Chris and Shannon’s mom, who try so hard for a few weeks, but who are still angry, and overwhelmed, and end up forgetting to reply to messages, biting back a hurtful word on every call, who eventually drift out of each other’s lives because 800 miles suddenly prove too much, too far for what they have to hold together, who watch as they tear apart from another after only a month has passed, who don’t reach out again because she thinks he’ll never come to LA and he thinks she’ll never return to El Paso. 

And I love all of them! Go failmarriage!!!

[ceesimz]

feels like we only go backwards

is this all you'll ever be? (angst -> comfort/fluff)

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, but I am done with this.” 

All of your adult life, you thought that the six month mark argument stage was a myth. Maybe that’s because you hadn’t ever made it to that milestone before, dating wasn’t your thing.

“And everytime you say that, I don’t understand what you mean!” 

Apparently it was true.

“No, you do not get to pull that card. You know exactly what I mean. I come home after working all day, exhausted, just to hear you whine and complain about chores and other bullshit. You work from home, I travel all over Spain and Europe, so I'm sorry if I forget my chores once in a while!” 

You think it's unfair that the person you are truly, genuinely, wholeheartedly in love with is the one you can't stop arguing against. Relationships aren't meant to be like that, even you can recognise and acknowledge that after years and years of failed attempts at them.

“What, just because you're famous you think you're more important than me? That your job is more exhausting? I rarely work from home, the only time I do is when you're actually in the city so that I can try and see you! How fucking selfish are you? My job is important, in fact I make an actual difference to people's lives whereas you kick a ball around the pitch and expect everyone to worship you for it!” 

The first one began when you were running late picking Alexia up after she had a meeting, her car was in the garage and the weather was especially awful that day. Maybe the torrential downpour should have been a sign of things to come, things only got worse from then onwards.

“My job IS important! It is my life, if you can't understand that part of me then I don't know why you're still here!” 

Alexia feels like the walls are closing in on her where she lays on her couch, thinks her life might end after a particularly bad argument, the worst of them all so far. For weeks, the tension had been simmering slowly, but now it had boiled over completely. She wasn’t sure she would get you back.

“Wow. Okay. You know, if you never loved me, liked me, even. I wish you would have told me to leave sooner.” 

Both of you were to blame in all this, you two knew that. For some reason, you were just too stubborn to acknowledge that fact and do anything about it. So you both sat in different apartments in the same city, lost and fatalistically melancholic about a situation that could be solved with some simple communication. One conversation could save you from this, but were either of you brave enough to take that first step?

“Dios mío, now you are being even more ridiculous. How can you say that after all I have done for you?” 

You don’t think you’ve ever hated yourself more than you did, lying in bed and feeling sorry for yourself. Your neighbours were probably on the other side of the wall, laughing at the pity party happening in the next apartment over. From this moment on, you could never take the elevator again, you think the small talk that would occur might be your last straw.

“All you have done? Enlighten me on what you think love is, Alexia, because you’re making it out to be something transactional, and if that’s the case then this relationship might be the worst fucking ‘investment’ of my life. Don’t even act like you’re some kind of saint either, I have spent the last month feeling more alone than loved.” 

That final statement from you was when the penny dropped for Alexia. It was a sentence that would haunt her forever. There wasn’t even a thing she could do about it either; you slipped your shoes on, and walked out after it. 

You didn’t mean to leave at that precise moment, you knew that was the worst thing to do in an argument. In all honesty, it wasn’t even to make a point to Alexia. What you admitted in that moment felt way too vulnerable, you inwardly cringed when the words fell out. Your only choice then, it felt like, to save the last ounce of your dignity was to flee so that you didn’t give your heart the chance to feel bad for saying that to the woman you loved.

Being annoyed and angry didn’t come naturally to you, being sympathetic did. You knew you would have instantly felt a hundred times more guilty if you had stayed to see her reaction. And thankfully, for some time, you didn’t feel regret or remorse, you were hot with rage. Alexia didn’t try to stop you leaving, nor did she follow you. 

But then, in the quiet safe haven of your apartment, those feelings began to set in. Not even the dark of your bedroom or the comfort of your duvet could fend them off, sleep decided to go against you that night and opt out of helping you. That left you with no choice but to dwell on the evening’s events, the week’s dramas, and the month’s emotional turmoil. 

It had been one of the hardest months of your life, you just wanted it to be over. Instead, the only thing that seemed to have ended was your relationship.

And on the other side of the city, a two-time Ballon d’Or winner had reduced herself to tears after the realisation that all she had come to be in football had meant she had totally disregarded who she was at home and, more importantly, who she came home to. 

In football, when you make a mistake, there are twenty-plus people that will put you in your place and tell you exactly where you went wrong. In life, there is no such thing. There is no system, only consequence. Age was irrelevant when it came to learning things. Here, she was humbled in a way she had never been before, no nutmeg or own goal could match this. She knew, the moment it sunk in, that she needed it. 

She also needed you; she needed your love, your joy, your touch, if she ever hoped to feel whole again. The pain of the night’s occurrence was almost as horrible as the longing she felt when she thought back on the first months of knowing you. All was right in the world then – she was playing great football, and she had an incredible partner to come home to. Out of all the things she missed, all the obvious things, one thing that once seemed incredibly minor soon stepped out of the shadows and stabbed her right in the chest.

Knowing that, after the day she’d had no matter if it was good or bad, she would still get to come home to you was an unexplainable feeling. It was a phenomenon she wasn’t sure she could ever put into words. Something about being exhausted or full of energy, grumpy and miserable or content and calm, and still having someone that loved her was… priceless. If she lost that, you, forever, she was sure her heart would beat a little slower, have less will to live and function. A life without love like yours simply wasn’t worth it. 

As you both lay down in separate flats, only a car ride between you, the anxieties and the doubts were the same. Your soul was nearly a reflection of hers; the same morals, the same worries, the same guilt. Only the reasons for the last two were different. You were both determined characters, at work and in life in general. Alexia decided to put hers to good use.

Alexia: I’m coming over.

Initially, that text you received only made you feel a thousand times worse. The moment your phone vibrated with the notification, you scrambled to pick it up, hoping it was anything but that text. Maybe if you were in a better state of mind, you wouldn’t have spiralled at the sight of it. Maybe if you didn’t think your relationship was already dead and done with, it wouldn’t have been the final nail in the coffin. 

Staying in bed and feeling sorry for yourself was no longer cutting it, you had to get up and move. So, move you did. You never stopped pacing for a second. You waited for her in the lounge, a room that may as well have been a shrine to the woman about to serve you the worst news of your life. Framed photos littered the walls and any surface in sight – you were always an old soul, something Alexia adored about you. The way you demanded to have photos of every single person you loved on display reminded her of her mother, it was a sentiment that never failed to make her smile. 

But it wasn’t just the photos, it was the signs of life. The most agonising reminders of what simplicities you would lose; one of her jackets hung on the wall by the door, the dishes piled up in the sink from when you had shared breakfast just that morning, the book of yours she had been borrowing to read when she came over. They all served as a horrifying mockery of what you were about to let slip from your grasp. 

You had her, and soon you wouldn’t. 

The pacing stopped then, the sudden, strange grief strong enough to break through the autopilot movement of your legs and allow the world to come falling down on you. Whoever said that heartbreak didn’t cause a physical reaction clearly hadn’t lost a person like Alexia. She was one-in-eight-billion. No amount of searching would lead you to anyone that came remotely close to the beauty of her heart, her mind, and her soul.

“Cariño, let me in, please!” The pounding at your door brought you out of whatever pit of dread you had fallen into, only for you to fall right back into it the moment you came to. “Please. I need to talk to you, amor.”

“-if you can't understand that part of me then I don't know why you're still here!” 

Then why is she here?

The sound of the lock sliding and the door opening sent a surge of relief through Alexia, though it left the second she saw your face. Eyes full of tears and cheeks reddened by past drops that had fallen, even hours after the earlier altercation. The sun had set long ago, and it had taken any remaining hints of hope with it.

“Why are you here?” You said, knowing that the confidence you tried to put on crumbled with the crack of emotion in your voice.

“Let me in. Please, amor, I can’t… I can’t.” Sounded like she didn’t have much faith in her facade either, judging by the desperation in the way she spoke. There was also a drop of disdain too that you knew was aimed entirely at herself, you’d heard it before, and even after the way the day had gone, or rather the month, it still hurt to hear your favourite person in the world to talk like that.

If she was surprised at how you stood to the side to let her in, she didn’t show it. 

“Alexia…” You started, but trailed off fairly quick. You didn’t know what to say.

“No, don’t call me that. Please, not you.” She shook her head with the same amount of desperation as what was in her tone. 

You closed the door and slowly padded your way over to where she stood in the centre of the lounge. As you came to stand in front of her, you noticed the gloss of her eyes that glistened in the moonlight streaming through the window. The way you reached out and delicately put a hand on her arm was all instinct.

“What's wrong?” You asked quietly, but that only seemed to cause more unrest.

“Qué? What's wrong?! The fact that we love each other and we cannot stop arguing! Why are we against each other when we are supposed to be on the same team? I-it’s absurd, amor, I-”

“Ale, Ale, calm down.” Your other hand came up to grab her arm, holding tightly in an effort to grasp her attention. 

She didn't deserve your time. She had neglected you for the past month, yet here you were, taking her heart and caring for it with a tenderness that would make the world stop.

“I can’t live like this anymore. I can’t treat you like this anymore.”

Here it comes.

Your hands fell away when she said that, and the roles reversed. You slipped into a state of panic, though you tried to hide it, whilst Alexia’s composure came back to her.

“From now on, no more arguing. No more arguing, no more shouting, no more of it. It is not good for us, you don’t deserve it.” She had to get that out first, then take a deep breath, before she could move on to what really mattered to her. “I love you. These arguments hurt the both of us, but I cannot stand making you cry or making you feel alone. Dios, I will never make you feel like that again even if it kills me.”

Her words weren’t registering in your mind, you were nearly in a state of shock. Only minutes before she had showed up, you were in a near catatonic state at the anticipation of the death of your relationship. That wasn’t the case here.

“What?” You murmured, crossing your arms over your chest in a way that broke Alexia’s heart once more, because it was like you did it to defend yourself. 

She tried her best to soften her demeanour, from her body language to her eyes, and she cautiously stepped over. Her hands landed gently on your cheeks, brushing away the tears there, and she gazed at you with a softness you weren’t expecting to ever see again.

“I am sorry for how I have behaved towards you and I will say sorry for the rest of my life. I can’t lose you, amor, I would rather lose everything else in my life if it meant I could have you. I didn’t recognise that in the past and I am so sorry it took me this long to realise it. You don’t deserve my behaviour and I don’t deserve you.”

She let out a shaky breath, leaning down to rest her forehead against yours as she swallowed the lump in her throat and willed herself to get through her next words.

“What I said earlier, I do not mean it and I never could. I have never loved someone like I love you, and even though that scares me a tiny bit, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I want you around, and I want you to want me around too. There are no excuses for the way I have neglected you and treated you, and I will be better. I will be better, I promise.”

“I…” You choked back your emotions and prepared yourself for her reaction to your next words. “I thought you were coming here to break up with me.”

Even though she was the one touching you, you sensed her whole body stiffen at that. You opened your eyes, not having even realised they were closed in the first place, and saw her eyes tightly shut and the familiar frown to her face. Though, there was a tremble to her chin that told you she was fighting back her sobs. 

“No.” Was all she muttered as she shook her head gently against yours. She quickly moved away then, and the loss of her was terrifying for a moment, before you realised she had just turned around to hide her tears for a moment when she wiped her face on the inside of her shirt, turning back afterward. Her hands cradled your face in the same way she did a moment ago. “No. I’m not breaking up with you and I don’t want to break up with you, ever. For as long as you let me, I will love you. I even-”

Her eyes went comically wide then, and if the moment wasn’t so serious, you probably would have laughed.

“What?” You wondered, watching in amusement as she groaned and threw her head back. 

“I bought two bouquets of flowers for you and I left them both in my car.” 

Even though you felt a little bad, you laughed at her admission. You laughed, genuinely and freely, and it felt different to any of the laughs you’d let out in the past few weeks. When Alexia moved past her frustration, she couldn’t help but join in with you. And before you knew it, your shared laughter bounced off of the walls despite the tears still present on either of your faces. The moment was funny, in fact the whole situation of both the flowers and the arguments that had been had were ridiculous.

Most of the time, you couldn’t even pick out why the argument started. Not to mention most fights were just rehashing the same points and excuses over and over. So yeah, it was ridiculous.

Alexia, however, wasn’t expecting you to wrap your arms around her in a hug she had missed for… she didn’t even know. Every act of intimacy of the last month had felt forced, with an ounce of apprehension in them. This hug, it was different. It was sincere and filled with the love that had been lacking recently. To be honest, it took her breath away.

“You’re not breaking up with me.” You mumbled into her neck where you had buried your face, a bashful smile on your face. 

“I’m not breaking up with you. If you’ll forgive me, if you’ll have me still, I’m not breaking up with you.” 

That sentence especially caught your attention. You leaned back in her arms, keeping your own tight around her, and looked up at her in confusion.

“Ale, if you forgive me. I said some horrible things too, it wasn’t only you. I was just as bad.” The blonde smiled sadly down at you and shook her head softly before moving forward to place a gentle, reassuring kiss to your temple.

“We both said some mean things. I want to forget it for now.” She whispered. You were more than happy to entertain her in that.

“Me too. I love you, Ale. So much.”

No relationship was perfect, that you knew now. But even through the arguments, the disagreements, the particularly bad fights, every moment outside of those occurrences were worth it, and more.

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wrote this on a whim, and its... actually short? 😧 overall im not too sure about it, it's been a while since i posted something like this but hope you liked it 🙃🧡

[sodamnradd]

Ok here's a prompt, but it's totally OK if it doesn't inspire you, but maybe it will? 🥰

"How can I convince you not to?"

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These words are significant for me personally (I won't bore you with the details) and by putting them out there to see what someone could do with them creatively gives me a weird sense of peace. But again, I have no expectations and totally OK if you don't do anything with it.💜💜💜

hi anon! i know you sent this prompt ages ago. i was finally in the mood to write again. not sure you'll even seen this, but here we go:

A sharp grip sank into Hermione’s arm, stopping her short. “Don’t do it, Granger,” heaved Pansy. She must have chased Hermione all the way to the fireplace. In stilettos. “Don’t leave.”

Hermione pried herself from Pansy’s stabby claws. “He made his choice.”

“Yeah. You.”

“We’re at his engagement party.” Her voice cracked.

“You think he agreed to this obnoxious farce?” Pansy arched an ebony brow. “Narcissa blindsided us all.”

A few minutes ago, Hermione had entered the Malfoy’s Rose Garden to find a pedestalled portrait of Draco and Astoria at the entrance, posing like a pure-blood poster-couple. She’d been so shocked and hurt that she’d bolted.

“This was never going to work,” she told Pansy sadly.

Whether Draco knew it or not, this was Narcissa issuing a her or us ultimatum. Draco loved his family, and a three-month fling with Hermione didn’t merit sacrificing them. She had lost her parents young and wouldn’t dream of hurting him in that way. Even if it broke her heart.

Pansy’s lips pressed together. “Don’t you see how happy you make him?”

“We’re still in the honeymoon phase,” she half-told herself. “He can’t go a lifetime without his family.”

“You’re too rational for your own good. Be romantic for five seconds and open your bloody eyes!” Pansy snapped. “He won’t lose his family. He has me and Theo and Blaise and he’ll have you, Granger.”

“You can’t possibly believe that I mean more to him than his mother and father.”

“Do you honestly think I’d succumb to this gods-awful conversation if I didn’t? I don’t even like you.”

“Well, this is the perfect opportunity to get rid of me.”

“But I don’t have to like you,” Pansy proceeded. “I just have to like you for him. And I do. You make him less serious. More like the Draco I used to know in school. Always having a laugh, playful again, a little mischievous.”

Hermione’s eyes filled with tears.

As Pansy listed all the ways Hermione had changed Draco, she considered all the ways Draco had changed her. Her nerves had virtually evaporated when public speaking, and she suspected it had everything to do with the way Draco vocally, physically, openly admired her. He made her feel beautiful and seen, and it made all the difference. Resulting in a fiercer version of herself. A Hermione 2.0, radiating with confidence.

But making Draco choose between her and his parents was graver than Pansy made it out to be. It was life changing. Lifestyle changing. There was no guarantee he could continue to depend on his family vaults. No guarantee he would even have a home after tonight if he chose Hermione. Eventually, he would realise she wasn’t worth it. And that would hurt more.

“He’s lucky to have you, Pansy. But I’m going home.”

“How can I convince you not to?”

Hermione gasped at the sound of his voice, whirling around to find Draco standing behind her. For how long? Surely not the entire conversation?

Her stomach fluttered when their eyes met. It was unfair how beautiful he looked, half lit by the corridor sconce, silky hair drawn back and expression stormy with resolve. It took everything not to cross the room and kiss him. She was fiercely jealous of Astoria Greengrass and needed to confirm that she was still his first choice. That Draco would choose Hermione purely out of his own selfish desire.

The click of heels drew Hermione’s attention back to Pansy, who gave her a meaningful look before disappearing around the corner.

Draco said, “Please, Hermione. I had no idea—”

“I know.”

His face flashed with relief. “Please don’t leave. Or better, let me come with you. Just promise we’re still us.”

She dabbed her cheek hastily. “It might be devastating now, but you’ll understand why this can’t work. You’ll lose everything, Draco.”

He stepped forward, clutching her arms and looking at her with blazing eyes. “This,” he said, pressing his forehead to hers and lowering his voice to a whisper, “is everything.”

There was fight in the way he kissed her—one arm tight around her waist, the other planted like tree roots in her curls. It was more than lust as their lips touched, more than sexual attraction as his tongue slipped between her teeth and coaxed—it was a plea.

In the back of Hermione’s mind, Pansy’s voice sniped, You’re too rational for your own good. And she considered whether the icy bitch with a surprising heart was onto something. Love wasn’t rational. It couldn't be alphabetized or stored in a filing cabinet. It was hardly containable. Love was like magic.

Hermione sank her face into Draco’s chest, twisting her arms around his waist and inhaling the scent she recognised like her own skin.

The tension in Draco’s body melted and he sighed softly.

“Let’s go home,” she said, mentally rearranging shelves and casting extendable charms to make room for him in her one-bedroom flat.

Draco’s mouth brushed her ear, as if reading her mind, “I get the larger wardrobe, right?”

And Hermione delivered the final blow by replying, “There’s only one wardrobe, love.”

-

Pansy watched, relieved, as a cloud of Floo powder ferried her stupidly happy best mate away.

(872 words... am i back in my tumblr prompt era? maybe. submit a ficlet/drabble prompt here.)

[neteyamssyulang]

▸ Sinful Temptations ▸

▸ Pairing: Alastor x Fem doe reader ▸

▸ Summary: You thought your wedding night would go well considering how sweet he had been, man were you wrong.

▸ Warnings: Arranged marriage, Mentions of slight abuse, Manipulation, Oral (M receiving), Creepy vibes from John, Cheating, Drowning, Death, Decapitation.

▸ Word count: 4,149 ▸

▸ A/N: My longest fic by far so hope you all enjoy! <3 Just for clarification, This takes place in the 1960’s🥲

▸ Also, I know this is an Alastor story but he only makes an appearance at the end, the other chapters will involve him alot more I promise😭. This is just meant to be a backstory for reader since in future chapters there will be references to this and how it affects her and Alastors relationship <3

▸ Tagging: @aria-tempest @alastorthirsty

The day you were born your parents were overjoyed, their beautiful baby girl had finally been born into the world.

Unfortunately though, this came at a price. See even with your father working as a buss driver and your mother doing homecare, they still barely had enough to raise their little girl and pay all the bills.

So a deal had to be made, much to your mothers distaste. She would've been fine living this way if it meant her daughter could choose her own path, your father only wanted what was best for you regardless of the price he was willing to take.

There was one wealthy family that was very well known, they were selfish, stuck up and just so awful. All they wanted was more and more land for themselves, offering money to those who were dumb enough to sell their property.

With the help of a family friend, your father managed to sign a contract with the family stating that your parents would be able to keep their house and get the money. As long as on the day you turn 18, you would be wed to their son, John.

-18 years later-

"Mom I'm going out!" You called out to your mother who was in the kitchen, fixing up dinner. "Alright sweetie, be safe" she responded.

Humming, you opened the front door making sure it gets shut behind you then started walking to the meet up spot you and your friend have.

It wasn't very far, maybe only a 7 minute walk or so. Your mother loved your friendship while your father dispised it, he thought that females shouldn't have male friends.

Nevertheless you kept your friendship, only going to see him when your dad was working.

Soon enough you made it to the spot, it was a quiet area in the park with flowers surrounding it.

"Y/n you made it!" Andrew exclaimed, walking over and engulfing you in a tight hug. Smiling, you hugged him back before pulling away "Wouldn't miss it Andi."

Taking your hand, he led you to the clearing where you both sat down "I can't believe we won't be able to see eachother after this.." he spoke softly.

Sighing, you pulled your hand free "Andi we can still see eachother, it will just have to be in sec-" "Why are you lying to yourself?!" He cut you off, startling you a bit.

"You know that the minute you marry that selfish skumbag, we won't see each other again. People like him don't socialize with people like us.." he spoke, turning to look you in the eyes "You can't marry him y/n."

Looking down, you hugged your knees to your chest "I don't have much of a choice, this was already planned since I was born Andi."

Andrew scoffed, "So that's it then? You're just going to be the wife of a stuck up rich boy whom he will never care about?" Shaking his head he stood up "You're going to turn out just like them."

Before you had a chance to reply back, Andrew was already walking away. Why was he so upset with you? It's not like you had a choice in the matter. Did you want to marry him? Hell no, you wanted to find someone who would genuinely love and care for you.

But this is how it had to be, the deal had long been done. Once marrying John, you would become his little housewife and maid from what your father told you.

Standing up, you brushed the dirt and grass off your dress before starting the walk back home.

"And where have you been young lady?" You heard as soon as you entered the house. Gulping, you took off your shoes and walked into the kitchen seeing your father and mother.

Your mouth opened or speak but nothing came out, instead you went to the table and sat down."Well? Speak up child" he spoke.

"I-" "I sent her on an errand for me, to drop off something at the neighbors. You know how much they love her so they probably made her stay for tea" your mother calmly said.

Meeting his gaze, you could see your father raise a brow at the both of you but shrug it off afterwards "Alright then. Well as you know my daughter, your 18th birthday will be coming up in two days time. Until then, The chanlers have been most gracious to let you stay there with them. Gives you and their son time to get to know one another."

Your mother clenched her fists, she hated this, hated that her daughter had to marry such a skumbag of a boy. She could never go against your father though, too afraid to try and reason with him.

"Something you would like to add my dear?" He asked her, your mother shook her head "No.. I have nothing to say darling."

Everything went quiet after that, you all ate in silence besides the occasional talk of how everyone's day went.

Once everyone was finished with dinner, you were excused to go to your room and start packing since you would be getting picked up tomorrow by the chanlers butler.

You placed your suitcase by the door as soon as you got everything you would need packed, changed into your pajamas you had left out and got into bed, turning off the lamp.

Tomorrow would be fine.. you would just be going to stay with your soon to be husband's family that's it, nothing bad would happen..

Right?

Wrong.

The next morning you woke up to your mother bawling her eyes out, confused you got out of bed and opened the door to your room when your dads yelling caught you by surpise.

"She is going to their house and staying there do you understand?! You know better than to go against the deal, know better than to go against me!" He shouted at your mother,

Did he?.. no he couldn't have.. your father wasn't the type to hit a woman. Nevertheless you backed away silently from the door, changed out of your pajamas and into a simple blue dress with stockings then pulled your hair up into a small bun.

You tried not to let tears fall, worrying about your mother. Your father was never like this, sure it wasn't the best to go against your husband as a woman but hitting?..

The door to your room swung open with your father looking angry, he marched over and grabbed you by your right arm "You're leaving, now. I don't care if you haven't eaten or aren't fully dressed, your getting out of this house right now!" He yelled.

Grabbing your suitcase with his other hand he dragged you out the room, down the hallway and to the front door where he threw you and the suitcase on the ground all awhile your mother stood in the kitchen looking away.

You could see the mascara lines running down her face from her tears, it made your heart ache since you knew she just wanted to help and keep her baby safe.

All that was short lived from your fathers voice "Get up and go to the Chanlers car, there is a surpise guest waiting for you" he simply said before slamming the door.

Not having much of a choice, you got up dusting your dress off, grabbed your suitcase then walked to the car.

Someone who you would presume as the butler came around the car, "Allow me, madam" he opened the door to the backseat and once you were in he closed it. Following that, he took your suitcase putting it into the trunk of the car before making his way back to the drivers seat, starting on the drive to the Chanlers residence.

Upon getting into the car you noticed him right away, "Well if it isn't my future wife" he spoke smugly, moving closer towards you.

"H-hello" you spoke softly, feeling a bit uncomfortable by him moving closer. Either he noticed or he didn't care since he took your right hand in his, bringing it to his lips kissing it."Is the little girl shy?" He teased, placing his left hand on your cheek.

Your heartbeat increased and not in the good way at that, sure he was semi good looking (not really) and all but his breath reeked of fish.

It made you want to vomit but you chose to instead hold a fake smile "Not shy, just um uncomfortable kind of.."

John raised a brow, "Uncomfortable around me? Your soon to be husband in two days?" He scoffed, but quickly smirked and rubbed your cheek with his thumb.

The action would've made your flutter if it wasn't in such a creepy way."You sadden me sweetheart, but I know how you can make up for it."

Your eyes met his and you spoke softly,"How can I make up for it?" John moved away, sitting with his back against the door and one leg up on the seat with his other on the ground still.

He beckoned you over with two fingers which you obeyed, moving over but stopped when he held his hand up "On your hands and knees baby, this is how you can be a good girl and make it up to me."

Nodding, you moved to your hands and knees causing a grin to appear on his face "What a good listener you are." John pulled down his pants just enough for his cock to spring out, his tip already oozing pre-cum.

He placed his left hand on the back of your head, guiding you down onto his cock "Don't bite, there will be consequences if you do" he spoke.

Your jaw ached, being force to stretch to take his length. John grunted as he began to guide your movements, breathy moans leaving his lips.

His hand soon disappeared from your head and you could've swore you heard the sound of a camera shutter go off. "Such a good toy, that's all you are for me hm? Just a little toy for me to use as I please."

Tears welt up in your eyes and you felt nauseous as if you were about to throw up, either from his words or the smell radiating off of him.

With your constant squirming trying to get away, he eventually huffed and pushed you off him "Ugh, the girls in my neighborhood can suck dick better than you. What are you even good for?!" He snapped, making you flinch.

"Pathetic."

The rest of the car ride stayed in silence, he had already tucked himself back into his pants by the time the car stopped infront of the Chanlers residence.

John didn't even bother to help, he just got out the car slamming the door shut then walked to the front door of the mansion heading inside.

Looking down, you got out the car closing it when the butler cleared his throat behind you "If I may madam, do not let master John belittle you. The boy cannot even brush his teeth or shower without needing help, his parents are no different."

A small smile formed on your face,"I will try not to, and yeah I kind of figured when I got into the car with him." The butler, who's name you know now as chives took your suitcase while chuckling softly.

"This way madam, I will show you to your chambers" he spoke, starting to lead the way inside.

The mansion was huge, as expected. On the left side was a medium sized library along with what you think is the living room, while on the right side was the dining area along with a big kitchen.

Each wall was hung with either family portraits, animal heads or just small portraits of John, the flooring was a beige color with gold swirls while the walls were a beautiful pink pearl.

In the middle of all this, a grand staircase stood. Chives led you up the staircase, down the long hallway where you turned right then finally stopped at a door,"This one is yours madam."

Reaching a hand out, you turned the knob and pushed the door open gently. Stepping inside your eyes widened, this room looked bigger than your house.

It had a beautiful bed with a light pink and gold canopy ontop, a bathroom, large walk in closet that was fully stocked with jewelry, shoes, heels, dresses etc. Hell it even had a space that looked to be a medium sized library of your own, chives must've seen your excitement as he set your suitcase down and dismissed himself.

The sound of the door closing brought you out of your thoughts, this place was beautiful yes, if only the people living here were nice too. There were no expectations that the parents were nice, they were probably the worst ones here besides John.

Two days came around fast, faster than you had hoped. One of the maids named Hellen was tasked with getting you into your wedding dress along with fixing up your hair, she was quite nice actually.

Hellen had been working for the Chanlers for a few years now, not because she had to but because she wanted to. Even though they were stuck up and rude to everyone, the lady of the house who’s name was Priscilla never made any remarks to Hellen.

She was like a mother to her in a way so Hellen always felt welcome and safe there, unlike the other staff members who would get verbally abused 24/7.

Currently, you were standing on a platform in front of the large mirror in your room while Hellen made some adjustments on your dress.

The dress stopped just below your ankles, it was strapless with lace going around towards the bottom. White beads decorated around your waist along with a few gold swirls.

It actually looked pretty beautiful, even if your being married to a complete self centered piece of shit. “I know you do not want to marry master John but please madam, give him a chance he may surpise you” Hellen commented.

You didn’t say anything back, instead opting to nod. Once Hellen was finished, she did a quick bow before leaving the room. Sighing, you stepped off the platform, looking at yourself once more in the mirror then decided to go find where John is.

The halls were now familiar to walk through, you knew where everything was but there was still no sign of your soon to be husband.

Turning the corner, you saw a door slightly ajar down the way with noises coming from it. Curious, you quietly walked towards it and what you heard completely shocked you.

“Yesss! Ha-harder John!” The woman’s voice wailed, “Good girl baby” John muttered to her “Your so much better than that pathetic bitch I have to marry.”

Not wanting to hear anymore of that, you stepped away and started on the walk back to your room. Truthfully you wanted to cry, wanted to just break down then and there but you couldn’t.

This was bound to happen with a man like him, it was going to be your life now. You would just be nothing but a piece of meat for him to use as he pleases, never able to feel what it means to be truly loved.

You will never live out your dream wedding and life with someone who could truely love you, never know real happiness.

All you would know is pain and suffering.

Taking a deep breath, you faced the doors while they opened, all eyes were now on you as the wedding march began playing.

Your hands began shaking a bit, in reality you were never good with crowds. It made your anxiety go up big time, unfortunately though you had no choice with this. So slowly you began making your way towards the alter.

A fake smile plastered on your face the whole walk up, upon reaching him you gave the flowers to Hellen who came up to you smiling “You look so beautiful madam, master John will surely think so aswell.”

You managed a small thank you, watching as she sat back down beside Priscilla before you felt a forceful jerk on your hands as you were now standing in front of him.

Leaning in he muttered, “Be good for me and this will all go smoothly ok?” then stood up straight again with a smile on his face.

Rolling your eyes you kept the fake smile on your face while the wedding officiant began speaking.

“Welcome, We are gathered here today to witness the sacred union of Y/n L/n and John Chanler. We stand here to honor and celebrate the love shared between these two people, as they come together to start their new life with a solemn vow, surrounded by their closest family and friends. Y/n and John are overjoyed that you are able to join us here today” he starts.

All you could think about as he was talking was that this was all a lie, these people didn’t know that this was an unfortunate arranged marriage, they didn’t know that you didn’t want this.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when the officiater spoke “There are no vows more meaningful and powerful than those which will be shared here today. Your wedding vows are a sacred declaration of your love for each other, the foundation of your relationship as a married couple, and the life you want to build together. Please face each other as you declare these vows to one another. John, you may start.”

Clearing his throat, John rubbed your hands gently with his thumbs while looking into your eyes “I, John, take you, Y/n to be my wedded wife. I promise to stand by your side through good and bad times, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. I vow to stay true to you and love you unconditionally for the rest of my days.”

“Y/n, please now make your vows.”

You stood there silent for a few moments, were you really about to do this? Give your life away all so your parents deal could be finalized?

John squeezed your hands, glaring at you as a way of saying ‘Hurry up with it’

Sighing, you finally spoke “I, Y/n, take you, John to be my wedded husband. I promise to stay by your side through good and bad times, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. I vow to stay true to you and love you unconditionally for the rest of my days.”

The rest was all a blur, whereas you would’ve meant some of it John didn’t mean any of that. He would leave you the first chance he got for another woman, not bothering to care if anything would happen to you.

“Do you, John, take this woman to be your wedded wife?” The officiater spoke, looking between the both of you. John nodded “I do”

Oh fuck it was gonna be your turn now..“And do you, Y/n, take this man to be your wedded husband?” Your eyes adverted from his for a second, your smile fading “I.. I do..”

“By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss.” Your now husband didn’t waste any time, he pulled you in and smashed his lips against yours making everyone clap and cheer.

You managed to push him away after a couple seconds, not standing the taste of him. The last thing the officiater spoke was “It is with great honor and delight that I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Chanler.”

Normally one would’ve had a wedding reception but nope, John had managed to wisk you away, driving the both of you to his own mansion. It was apparently a wedding gift to you and him by his parents.

The car soon stopped two hours later with John getting out almost instantly, for once though he walked to your side, opening the door and helped you out of the car, “My beautiful bride” he smiled.

Your brows furrowed, why was he acting so…nice? As if he could read your mind John chuckled, “What? Can’t a guy be nice to his perfect little wife?”

Giving you no time to answer, your husband picked you up bridal style causing a small squeak to leave your lips.

As soon as you reached the doors, a butler was already there opening them for you both. “Now, a tour can wait till tomorrow. Right now why don’t we enjoy a nice swim hm?” He offered, already walking up the staircase and to your shared room.

“That sounds nice actually” you giggled, feeling a bit more comfortable around him. Why he’s being nice you have no clue, but it’s better than him acting like a dick that’s for sure.

The two of you got changed into your swim suits, his was simple black trunks while yours was a grey two piece. You had layed your dress out on the bed so it wouldn’t get all wrinkly in the closet, later you’d find a nice place to put it.

John had led you downstairs, down the hall, and to the large glass doors where a different butler opened them. The backyard was beautiful, filled with a large pool, grilling area, a hot tub, even a small playground for future children.

Too excited you ran towards the pool, jumping inside once reaching it. The water felt so cool and refreshing on your skin, kicking off the bottom of the pool you resurfaced, breathing in much needed air.

“Having fun baby?” John asked, hanging by the edge of the pool in the shallow end. Smiling, you swam towards him wrapping your arms around his neck, “I really am, this is perfect. Thank you John, your really not so bad after all.”

Laying your head against his chest, you sighed happily. It had seemed like he had changed, like he now genuinely loved you.

Unfortunately, that was all he needed to complete his plan. Placing his right hand on your hip, he used his left to quietly slip a knife out from his trunks and slowly brought it to the middle of your back before impaling it into you.

You choked on a gasp, feeling searing hot pain coursing through your body. “Did you really think that I would ever love someone like you? Your weak” he scoffed, twisting the knife in you.

A pained scream left you as tears pricked at your eyes “B-but I..” “Shut up!” He cut you off, pushing you down into the water.

The next few moments were you trying to get away but failing miserably, John now had both hands on your shoulders keeping you underneath the water.

The knife had already been pulled out so blood oozed out of your wound and into the pool, turning it a dark crimson color.

He watched as the life eventually left your eyes, your body going limp. Humming, he picked up your lifeless body then got out the pool.

“You actually did it? You killed her?” The woman from earlier spoke, “Yes Mary, the bitch actually thought I loved her” he laughed.

Mary chuckled, taking out her own dagger “Lay her down for me will you?” John obliged setting you down on the grass, watching as Mary kneeled down slicing your head clean off your body.

Standing back up, they both walked inside where Mary mounted your head on the wall. “She looks much better like this doesn’t she?” Mary purred, laying her head against John’s shoulder.

“She sure does babe, come on” John took her hand, leading her upstairs to your shared room. “Since she’s no longer here, why not try on your wedding dress?” He suggested, picking up your wedding dress from the bed and handing it to her.

Blushing, Mary took it and changed into the dress before admiring herself in the large mirror on the door. “She was so stupid, her and her family. They really thought this deal of theirs would work.” Mary giggled, turning to face John who only smirked “Fuck them and fuck her, she’s better off gone.”

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*Meanwhile in hell*

“Alastor, you really should visit more. We have this festival coming up, you should come!” Rosie exclaimed, taking a sip of her tea.

Alastor merely chuckled,“My dear Rosie, I would love to join you bu-“ he’s cut off when a scream sounded in the air and something landed ontop of him, causing his seat to fall back onto the ground.

Rosie’s eyes widened with both excitement and curiosity upon peering over the table, “Oh my satan..”

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Wow! I loved that! Can I request a Part 2 of the Eri Reader with Platonic Yandere God and Human Fighters?

How does Thor, Zeus, Sasaki, Jack, Shiva, Buddha, Qui Shi Haung and Beelzebub feel about Reader using her Power to rewind their Opponent from Death? And how does Lu Bu (You don’t have to do him again if you don’t want to), Adam, Poseidon, Hercules, Raiden, Zerofuku (And I guess Hajun), Hades and Nikola feel about Reader rewinding them from their demise? (I don’t doubt Adam would feel incredibly honored that one of his children saved him, but incredibly worried over her health now that she’s suffering a high fever) it doesn’t help that a lot of Deities desire to use Reader for their selfish interest and would try to kidnap her (Which fail)

Reader mostly spends her time with the Valkyrie Sisters who are eternally grateful to her because they also rewinded them too from death (Goll is sobbing hysterically thanking Reader) who all like to dote on Reader with love, affection and treats

I love Eri SO much (She’s so perfect and her smile must be protected at all costs)

-You didn’t like this tournament, your family was fighting against each other, hurting each other, killing each other!

-You didn’t like it when Thor killed Lu Bu, you had brought him back, but cried for hours as you had thought that you had lost him.

-So many wanted to call this whole tournament off, seeing the anguish it was causing you.

-After each fight you would use your quirk to bring back the fallen opponent, as well as the valkyrie if a human was the one killed, doing it in the privacy of Zeus’ viewing room, as you were still being hunted by other deities, who want you for their own selfish reasons.

-However, with each person you brought back, your body was getting weaker. You would get a fever after each revive, each one worse than the last.

-Adam was nearly beside himself, in tears as he held your little hand at your bedside, Zeus sitting nearby, getting patched up, feeling guilty as well that he was the one who made this tournament.

-He wanted to end it, as did Brunnhilde, but the other gods, who were after you, demanded that the tournament keep going and they were left with little choice.

-Poseidon stunned all when he held you himself after you brought him back, holding you to his chest, listening to your breathing as Kojiro sat next to him. Poseidon had to admit to his former opponent, “You were quite strong human-err Kojiro.” Kojiro put a hand on the god’s shoulder, comforting him and Poseidon stunned everyone again by not saying anything.

-The fever you got bringing Hercules back was one of the worst, as you made it worse by sobbing so much that the valkyries in the infirmary actually had to sedate you and knock you out.

-Hercules cried as he held you when you woke up, clinging tightly to him as apologies fell from his lips like a mantra. Jack was so indebted to you, bringing Hercules back, hugging you once he was able to get you away from Hercules for a moment, his hug was so warm that you actually felt yourself dozing off.

-Shiva felt awful, making you cry, he felt so much regret as you ran to him, crying to see him in so much pain, using your quirk on him first. Once his arms were back, the first thing he did was hug you with all four of his arms, clinging tightly to you as he sobbed, apologizing.

-His family was quick to join in, including Rudra and the other strongest of the Hindu gods, giving you more family members.

-Raiden was silent as he held you to his chest, wearing a yukata as you were working through another fever, an IV in your arm as you were dehydrated from crying so much and from the fever.

-Buddha felt guilty, unable to face you after he had to kill Hajun, after he took over Zerofuku, killing Zerofuku along with him. You were the one to seek him out, Brunnhilde taking you to him, and he cried as you cupped his cheeks, comforting him when he should have been the one comforting you.

-Hajun and Zerofuku were now two separate beings, nobody was really sure how it happened, but they didn’t care. Zerofuku picked you up, once your fever was gone, spinning you around, holding you up above his head, your bright giggles filling the air.

-You were a little shy meeting Hajun, as he was new, and very large and a little intimidating looking, but he was so gentle with you, picking you up and hugging you to his chest, thanking you softly. Your little hands on his cheeks brought him so much happiness as he closed his eyes, allowing you to do as you wished, silently swearing his life to you.

-Qin Shi Huang knew regret, he had so many things in his life that he regretted, making you cry quickly topped the list as he held you tightly, sitting with you next to Hades who was just waking up in his own infirmary bed.

-Hades immediately called a meeting, absolutely furious that they all were putting you through something so traumatic.

-The gods who were after you were getting bolder, trying to break into the infirmary while you were resting, but those you brought back were guarding you fiercely.

-Beelzebub and Tesla were the last fight of Ragnarok, after you brought Tesla back, you immediately collapsed, your heart rate slowing from your fever.

-Tesla was the one who remained by your side, monitoring your vitals until Beelzebub came in, severely bandaged up and Tesla helped his friend to your bedside, to sit with you as well.

-Beelzebub couldn’t help but tear up, seeing you in such a state, feeling just a pure love for you, wanting to see you awake and happy again.

-The strongest gods immediately called a stop to the tournament while the valkyries were working hard to stabilize you, deciding that, as gods, they needed to step up and do what they should have been doing all along, managing the humans, guiding them, protecting them, and only punishing those who needed it.

-Many were annoyed at first, wanting to see more carnage, until the gods who had fought gave impassionate speeches, hyping up the gods to be the gods they should have been all along.

-The humans were quickly fired up, hearing the gods declarations, which shocked the gods but made them feel honored that the humans believed in them to help them, giving each other a second chance.

-Goll was the only one with you when you woke up 4 days later, crying harshly, but she was happy as she hugged you carefully, “They stopped the tournament! They’re not going to fight anymore! My big sisters and all of the gods and humans are safe!”

-You were quickly in tears again, hugging her tightly as she laughed warmly, the two of you celebrating that nobody else was going to be lost.

-Goll opened the infirmary door, once you were cleared, but given strict instructions to not use your ability for at least a month, which you pinkie promised to the nurses, after Goll told you what a pinkie promise was.

-Your eyes went bright, seeing Odin first and you immediately ran over, and he grinned softly, kneeling down as you leapt into his arms, no longer afraid of him as he held you tightly, a sigh of relief leaving him before he ruffled Goll’s hair affectionately, “C’mon, let’s go see the others.”

-You nodded and your face lit up when you saw everyone waiting for you, Odin setting you down and you ran for Tesla, as you hadn’t gotten to see him after you brought him back.

-He laughed warmly, kneeling down and catching you in his arms, hugging you tightly before he grabbed Beelzebub, pulling him forward and you hugged him around his knees, making him chuckle softly, patting your head.

-Ares picked you up, putting you up on his shoulder, “Come see all the hard work we’ve done, Y/N!” as they all headed out to the Greek pantheon, so you could see that gods were doing their jobs, helping humanity like they should be, working together.

-Zeus ruffled your hair gently, “It’s all because of you, Y/N, you inspired us to get off our butts!” your eyes sparkled up at him, “Because of me?” he immediately collapsed, holding his chest, unable to handle your cuteness as many others laughed at his antics as your family was quickly all praising you for your hard work in helping humanity, making your cheeks turn a bit red, bashful at their praise, but you couldn’t help but smile, feeling so happy.

[ashpkat]

Do you still think TSM and TGT were bad? For me, The Silver Mask and The Golden Tower were so bad it felt like such a let down. I know it's kind of apropos of nothing to rant about a book series that finished 6 years ago but whatever. The new cover has made me dip my toe back into the water of the fandom.

The first two books of the series were like ride or die for me; they were just so incredible, I would read the Copper Gauntlet over and over and over and over again on repeat when I was younger because I was obsessed with that reveal scene where Cal reveals to Aaron and Tamara (was there another character with them? I lowkey forget, I haven't read these books in forever) that he was born with the soul of Constantine Maddon (or something akin to that) and that he had control over the chaos-ridden armies like oh my god peak literature. And the awkward boatride to the island after that was some of the most captivating YA I've ever read. The intrigue between Alastair and Cal and the reveal and the tension between the Masters and the Iron Trio like oh my god that made my younger self go absolutely feral over the series. I wasn't that big on the Bronze Key but I went feral over the ending with Cal in prison and Anastasia (that was her name right? I haven't read these books in 6 years) revealing that she was Constantine's mother and that she would set him free. Like I was so hyped for the Silver Mask.

And then it was just like. boring. I didn't like it all that much. I did end up enjoying it but I thought the ending with Alex turning into a chaos-ridden was stupid. Then I read the Golden Tower and was just. confused the entire time I read it. I was low-key just reading it to get to the ending. Then the Maugris reveal happened and I felt like it just cheapened the entire series.

And I just have to wonder like... what happened? How did these authors write such amazing stories for the first three books and the just have the quality drop precipitously.

Anyway thank you for writing good fanfic for this series.

yesss i still think TSM and TGT are awful and a complete let down!!! TSM had so much potential to be a very good book! they’re trapped with the villains; if they try to leave then call would likely be arrested again, if they stay then call is going to likely be forced into resurrecting aaron. and then they do like. absolutely nothing with it. it would’ve been a perfect time to develop alex’s character from a cartoonishly evil villain, a perfect time to expand on the constantine and first gen lore, and they just go: “what if we make the chaos ridden dance and then kill joseph (who, mind you, was quite literally there to be the main villain all along, corrupting and using young men’s grief to turn them into powerhouses for his selfish needs).” it was VERY stupid. i hate it so much. TGT was even worse because they brought alex back (further destroying the whole point of joseph as a character) and then completely disregarding the meaning of their own story by making MAUGRIS a thing.

i also agree that the bronze key was very mid and i can’t really recall the events of it as they all mesh together into one giant blob of mediocrity. prison ending was FIRE though, right after the alex reveal and aaron’s death (which again, was hardly ever discussed and you couldn’t even truly see the ramifications and his SURVIVORS GUILT in callums character except for a few lines. and also, HELLO??? my girl TAMARA??? her GUILT of having to choose one of her best friends to live?? that entire choice being summed up to “well i was in love with you, call” FOR NO REASON???? what was she turned into??? the entire plots of the last two books could’ve gone as they did without her, compared to the first three where she was an incredibly vital character. she’s just a pretty cardboard cut out in the last two. very aggravating.)

i stand by the ghost writer theory because of the plot holes were 10x worse in TGT and TSM

[the-badger-mole]

Hi! Been loving your blog and writing!

I really like your characterization and opinions of A.ang. It’s nice to read fan fic and blogs that just gets it. Down the road and back again was just *chef’s kiss*. (Also uncharted waters I’m loving! I never know what to expect and each chapter is so good)

Anyways I was wondering if you have any head cannon’s of what a K.ataang marriage would look like? For me I imagine it being it being extremely passive aggressive, also A.ang is really selfish so that definitely would hurt their marriage. It’s kind of like the opposite side of the toxic coin with M.aiko being a screaming match and in your face constantly breaking up, K.ataang would be toxic but it’s quite and they would try to save face in public. I don’t know What do you think?

I kind of touched on it in Choices and Consequences, but I picture it being a lot of Katara swallowing her feelings and being a single mother to four children. I don't believe she was ever actually in love with Aang. She may have tried to tell herself she was, but I think the only reason she ended up with Aang is because she felt like she owed him. Kataang was unhealthy on both their parts, and while I do tend to focus on Aang (because he's awful, and I will not ever stop pointing that out), I think Katara was guilty of putting him on a pedestal. She knew the Avatar would save the world, and I think that's why she ignored Aang's flaws. Everyone wanted to end the war, but for her, it was a deeply intense and personal desire, and the Avatar would be the one to deliver that. It's a lot of pressure to put on a 12 year old who grew up slow in a world without war, and she knew that. On some level, Katara was aware of how much pressure Aang was under, which is why I think she was so insistent on everyone being gentle with him, even though they didn't have that kind of time. Then when he actually did end the war (he didn't, at least not alone, but the show refused to give credit where it was due) Katara felt some sort of obligation towards him and called it love.

Katara is a smart, passionate girl, and she would've wanted a partner who would appreciate that and respect her thoughts, feelings and opinions. The glimpses of her relationship with Aang in the early comics show me that she didn't have that with him. Aang didn't respect her feelings over those of his fangirls. He ignored her discomfort, and even thanked her for understanding why he needed to connect with those girls who were being horribly disrespectful because "sharing his culture"🤮. It wasn't their treatment of her that upset him. It was them doing something that offended him personally.

Meanwhile, Katara had to swallow her own feelings and smile through it all. That's how I see their relationship going. I think Katara might have convinced herself that he respected her thoughts and opinions because he relied on her as a caregiver and he took her everywhere, but I think as he grew into his own, he would've expected her to step back and be contented to be a homemaker/broodmare while he did the important Avatar work, which is why I think Katara wasn't present in that scene in LoK where bloodbending was banned, even though she was ostensibly the only other bloodbender in the world, but Aang was front and center. It's also my theory on why when Aang was about to go all in on pushing for anti-miscegenation, instead of her telling him that it would be a bad idea because of the effects it would have on the families and communities Aang would be separating, she appealed to how it would affect him.

I don't think their marriage would be passive aggressive. I think Katara would just make herself as small as possible and do her best to keep the Avatar happy and on track because that's what she owed him. She'd have moments of acknowledging her deep unhappiness and regret, but she wouldn't dwell on it. And she would convince herself she was content to be a devoted wife and mother, and nothing else.

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

Prompt: “I feel like I can breathe better with you around.”

Song: I’ll Keep You Safe – Sleeping At Last

For Reader x Tolya please?

So, I'm a /little/ obsessed with TMA, and honestly that might show a little in this one because I just had THOUGHTS and I went okay let's apply that to Tolya for bestie.

If It's You Or The World, I Am Still Choosing You - Tolya Yul Bataar

Content Warnings: Canon Compliant Threat And Violence. Discussions Of Sacrifice, Death, Bereavement And Loss. Not Beta/Proof Read.

The look on Alina's face says more than you ever wanted to know. To Alina, Mal is the only consistent, the only thing that kept her moving when she felt she could not go on, they were each other's home, each others compass, the place the other was only ever trying to come back to. And now Alina was faced with the most awful choice, the place she had sworn to protect, the people she had sworn to protect, the fight she has been fighting day and night, the justice and the revenge she sought, it came at a price. She knew it would. Baghra had always said it would. But this price, this price was steeper than she thought it would ever be. She was willing to die for her cause, but Mal's life being held as the cost of winning, the cost of survival against the evil she wanted gone, that had her doing something she hadn't thought she was still able to do until now: she is hesitating.

The words that everyone is saying aren't passing into your mind, you're overwhelmed, and if you feel like this you can only imagine how Alina is feeling, and that dread wraps its way around your throat and you feel like the life is being choked right out of you. Tolya's hand gently taps against your arm and you don't even look at him to nod, and he is walking beside you gently, as you both exist the room.

The air is cold, and the brisk nature of it all starts a reset. "Can I help?" Tolya asks.

“I feel like I can breathe better with you around.” It's not a new admission, you're sure you've told him this a million times, and you will tell him a million more, more than likely. For everything in your life can be chaos, and Tolya he is always your north star. Has been from the day you met.

You sink into the stone floor and lean your back against the outer wall, and Tolya leans down and sits beside you, not saying a word, but those golden eyes watching you reminds you of what knocked you breathless to begin with. That price.

Any other price, you would pay it. The only cost that would be too much, is him. If you could never see him again, but you knew he was alive and well, you could live with that, you could make peace with that. But to know the only way to save everyone, was for him to die. That's too much for most, and it would be too much for you. So no, not any small part of you envied Alina and the bargain she has to strike with the Saints. If you still believed it was between her and the Saints. The amplifiers makes things muddy, they're creations from true magic, not the Small Science and true magic... it's wild, and the price is always too high. This price feels too high.

"Nothing is fair," you say, just above the sounds of your heavy breathing, "not even in love and war. Especially in love and war."

"Your empathy," he says, offering a hand, "that's what's caused this?"

"I couldn't," you tell him honestly, "I could not do what is needed of Alina, to part with the person who means the most to me, for the sake of everything, I know that is selfish, but I couldn't do it."

"It's a tall ask," Tolya admits, you do not ask him where he stands, you shy away from too much analysis of faith when it comes to the Saints. Not because you're scared of the answers Tolya might give you, but because you're scared to put him on the spot, and to see what answers he might give himself.

"I would choose you," you admit, knowing he probably already knows it, but knowing you need to tell him anyway. "I would choose you and I wouldn't even allow myself a moments doubt in the matter. How could I? Because this war, this fight, it's for freedom, it's for love and life and what is right, and my life is better for you being in it. This place is better for the moments you spend in it, and I could not take you out of this world in the name of saving it, that would not be saving this place, it would be worse for the loss of you."

"And you are willing to die for it," Tolya states.

"Aren't you?"

"I am," he says. "We all are."

"But death and sacrifice are not the same," you say, "I would not choose to die, but to die I am willing, and yet to lose you is to lose something bigger than the war."

"You may value me too highly," Tolya says, wrapping an arm around you. "But I guess that makes us both fools. For if I lose you to win the war, the war would not have been won for me."

[bpdetrimental]

I recently reconnected with the girl of my dreams who I’ve loved since I was 16; she was my first everything and I was her first everything. I’m bisexual and I helped her learn who she is.

I left my previous partner for her, and everything was perfect and fine until I recently had a meltdown about two weeks ago. I was selfish and not taking account of what she was/is going through. Since I was “normal” with her, I didn’t expect her to become my fp…but naturally she did when I came to my parents house. She said she wanted to marry me before I came here. She hasn’t been able to give me the attention my stupid brain thinks it deserves. So naturally I do the thing where I spam text her and freak out and make her feel really bad and feel like she isn’t enough. We haven’t spoken in almost a week and it’s killing me. She either leaves me on read or doesn’t even read my messages.

I am terrified I pushed her away and the “real me” slipped out and scared her, as I did not have these feelings when we were together in person. For several months I didn’t have this go on. It’s been years since I’ve had a meltdown this bad. She knows I’m bipolar but I haven’t told her about my BPD. I’ve gone from angry to understanding to sad and talked about suic1de a lot, and I know that scared her.

She said she we both needed to heal and work on ourselves two weeks ago and that’s what sent me to spiral I think. I’m not sure what to do and I feel like the girl I’ve loved for so long is now too annoyed and overwhelmed to talk to me, or even want to be with me anymore. I gave up everything so I could have a chance to be with her and she’s always said she loved me and wanted to be with me, she said we felt the same. And I feel like I ruined it.

My friends say I need to give her space but when I get bad I spam text. How do I handle this situation? Please help. I feel awful and I don’t want to lose her.

A situation like this can be especially difficult to handle. From a rational perspective, she is entirely in her right to feel that way, seeing as you mentioned you made her feel really bad and as if she isn’t enough. There, you may have messed up quite a bit. On her end, she may be doubting the feelings you have with her, and seeing you spam her may come across as you regretting having done it for selfish reasons.

This is why I really think you should be open and honest with her. To be vulnerable and to expose yourself is not something to be taken lightly. I know how uncomfortable it can be, to lay your cards out all on the table and allow them to make their decision.

Do not spam.

Write out your thoughts and gather them first before trying to contact her again. But I believe it’s what’s best to do. Every time I have made irrational decisions with my partner, I had to self reflect and come back to him, telling him my feelings and he helped me find ways we could overcome the problem, or would be reassuring.

Tell her about your bpd, tell her about how you’ve been feeling. But make sure to do it rationally. Try your best to not let your emotions dictate what you’re going to say. We tend to be led by our feelings, and that’s when things come crashing down.

She has told you she’s loved you, that she wants to marry you. Feelings do not fade over night, so I have no doubt she still does. For you to be honest and open with her should not change anything. You are still the same person she fell in love with. The same person who helped her find herself. Sure, you may have messed up. But things like that are bound to happen in a bpd relationship. What’s important is you let her make the choice. If she chooses to, you get the chance to prove yourself.

If you do not have a therapist, find someone trustworthy to talk about your feelings to. That way you do not lash out at her. Make a blog, as I have done, to get your feelings out somewhere. Find time to gather your thoughts, take deep breaths. Think about the core reason as to why you are feeling these emotions towards her and remind yourself that she is not the problem, she didn’t cause your trauma.

She was right, you both have to work on yourselves. But that does not mean she hates you, or that she loves you any less. You need time, find the best ways to cope. And approach her gently. She may be like a wounded lamb, you need a gentle hand to heal her. Do not push her further away.

[sserpente]

LOKI EPISODES 4 and 5, HOLY SHIT!

Let me tell you, this past week was insane! I did manage to watch Episode 4 last week but pretty much fell asleep straight after so I completely missed writing about Episode 4!

So let's talk about that one first before I lose my absolute shit at Episode 5!

As always, HEAVY SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!

So then... it is finally revealed that Ravonna had something to do with Kang before. I can't say I'm too surprised. And of course she would just kill a bunch of people to get her way.

Quite interesting how she pretended Loki was the villain this whole time when it's actually her. And don't even get me started on Brad!

I have a feeling we're gonna have a big confrontation in the final episode... but I'm getting ahead of myself--I am way too hyped now after Episode 5.

Now, I have to say, Episode 4 didn't have an awful lot of Loki in it, haha! But hells, did Episode 5 make up for that... DAMN!

The cliffhanger was something else. Obviously, the suspense wasn't one of "oh no, they're doomed and everyone's dead now" but rather "oh shit, how are they going to fix THAT?!"

Good thing it wasn't Loki who went out there... so much for spaghettification. So with that... let's move on to Episode 5 so I can lose my absolute shit!

The very moment O.B. mentioned that Loki might be able to control time slipping I was like 👀. I had a feeling where this was going but... patience, patience, patience.

I swear my poor heartbroken God of Mischief... the fact the timelines were all just evaporating was honestly scary. I mean, imagine your reality is falling apart and there is NOTHING left. NOTHING. And there's nowhere for you to go.

I thought it was convenient that Loki would show up in his friends' timelines until I realised there was a reason for that. Speaking of which... B15 was a doctor, aw! And Mobius finally has his Jetskis! And two sons?! GODS! I hope that they'll be able to combine their TVA life and their timeline life. There's gotta be a way, right?

But to be fair... Casey didn't wanna go back to prison (did you hear him say "they're gonna gut us like fish" I was cackling), Mobius loves jetskis but doesn't seem to be 100% fulfilled with this job... O.B. is a writer who's trying to make it (I felt that) and I guess... you could say B15 has great purpose as a doctor but still! So... I'm still with Loki, they did have a purpose at the TVA and it should be their choice.

I totally love the conversation between Loki and Sylvie here and the fact that she admitted that she's selfish. Is Loki selfish too? Yes and no. Yes, he wants his friends back. But why? Because he CARES about them. And because he knows that most of them aren't actually as happy as they should be in their timelines. Also, naturally, if he doesn't fix this, then all of reality will evaporate so his argument is quite valid.

I swear when he said "where do I belong then"... I was SO DAMN CLOSE TO TEARS. I just wanted to HUG him so bad! Because it's true, isn't it? Loki has no timeline to go back to. He can't just show up in Asgard and pretend like nothing ever happened. But a life like the one Sylvie thinks she's happy with, working at McDonald's? That's not it for Loki, we all know that! I swear... by the end of Season 2 it will be official that he found his glorious purpose!

I mean... just the fact that he was willing to give it all up alone... to let Mobius and everyone else go back to their timelines... NO ONE DARE SAY HE IS A VILLAIN EVER AGAIN, OUR PRECIOUS BABY!

I know I said we don't need Loki to be a self-righteous hero and we don't but the character development in this episode, the reflection of what's been going on with him... SO DAMN GOOD! It's proof that Loki has a good heart, honestly! I mean... we knew that already, it's not the first time we saw it on display but still... awww!

So what's next? Loki, the lord of time... I mean, I'm sorry... did he just become the most powerful being in the MCU?! JUSTICE FOR LOKI AT LAST! I WAS SCREAMING LET ME TELL YOU!

I was hoping for something like that so bad and now here we are! With how things are working out right now, I have a feeling it won't be long until Loki is back in the main MCU timeline and the ultimate force in the final battle against Kang!

[hufflepuffronstan]

Lucky

#5 - Hate, for @hinnymicrofic

They were lying on Ginny’s bed on a summer night, a couple of months after the first anniversary of the war. The whole house was quiet apart for the sound of the wind coming through the open window.

She rested her head on Harry’s chest listening to his heartbeat, her hand absently stroking his chest. 

A part of her felt selfish for not feeling awful for being able to lie together like this, for feeling relieved and comforted in his arms after so many people lost their lives, including her own dear brother.

She looked at Harry to see him looking up, unblinking, a myriad of thoughts passing through his eyes. 

“I thought of you.”

He had a hand wrapped around her and the other gently stroked her back.

“What?”

“Right before I faced the spell.” 

Ginny felt her breath catch. 

“I knew it was going to be the end, that there was no coming back. I knew there was nothing else I could do and right before the spell hit me, your face was the on my mind.”

He sounded almost detached, as if he was telling the story of a fictional character in a dystopian world. But there was a minute tremor in his voice that had she didn’t know him wouldn’t notice. But there had been so many conversations and she knew him and his mannerisms.

She wrapped her arms around him tightly as tears flowed down her eyes.

“And when I was given a choice to stay, I chose to stay because of you. I didn’t want to leave you behind again. I left you once and I didn’t want to leave you again. Finally, there seemed to be a tiny sliver of hope that if —” he tightened his hold around her, “if I came back maybe I could make things right and maybe, if I was lucky, I could have a life with you.”

A million emotions coursed through her mind.  She wanted to speak and comfort him, reassure him and tell him that she loved him, but her throat was tight and all she could do was hug him tighter as she tried to gain control.

She felt sad for the boy whose childhood was wrecked. 

She felt intense hatred and disgust towards the people who puppeteered his entire life, exploiting every bit of pureness and kindness of his soul. 

She felt fear for the boy who walked away, silently watching the faces of the people he loved, to face death alone. 

She felt admiration and awe for the boy who fought for everyone brave, loyal and unquestioning selfless.

And right now, most importantly, she felt immense gratitude for having him by her side. 

No, she wanted to be by his side. 

She wanted to be by his side so that she could spend her life trying to show at least a fraction of love he showed her.

She didn't know how long they lied silently in each other’s arms. 

When she finally calmed down, she leaned over and kissed him on the lips, softly. She hoped that her lips would convey the emotions where words failed her. 

She sat up, feeling a single kiss inadequate, and started peppering his face with kisses. She kissed his temple and then his cheeks then his nose, his eyes, his neck, fervently whispering words of love.

Harry sensing the need for her, grabbed her face and crashed their lips together. Their lips tangled together passionately, their emotions driving them together on a high like fuel on fire.

After what felt like several lifetimes, they broke apart, breathing heavily.

Ginny stared into his eyes and whispered, “I love you, Harry. So, so, so much!” She pecked his lips. “And you’re wrong.” Harry let out a watery chuckle. “You’re not the lucky one. I am the lucky one. I’m lucky that you chose to come back, that you love me and I’m so grateful that you’re here because I can’t imagine a life without you.”

“I love you too, Gin!”

Note:-

I’m sorry for the angst. Promise I’ll try to write a fluff next.

[waffelteufel]

I think I vastly prefer Early Access Wyll. Some thots under the cut.

In the released game he is very much the knight in shining armour, the one who will always do good and is pretty much the fairytale romance. Now that's not a problem per se, but I struggle to stay engaged in such a story, when that is never challenged in some way? He really has no internal conflict and stays the same character from start to end.

In the game, Wyll is very much a passive observer. He doesn't really have any agency in the game, as Tav is making all the choices for him, and I find that to be such a damn shame. There is like one moment in the game (when he gets the horns) where we can see his image faltering for a bit, but then it is kind of never mentioned again? I wanted to see how that moment influenced him, if he was struggling because of what people saw in him, you know? Get to know him on a deep level!

Why does he have such a hero complex? Why does he need to save everyone? It would have been such a cool thing if his storyline involved him becoming so self-sacrificing out of compulsion, that it started to destroy him. What if his quest could end with him destroying himself out of his need to protect everyone vs Him finally being a little bit more "selfish" and saving himself instead (I feel like his last choice sorta went into that direction, but the execution was awful)? What if he saved his father and his father still rejected him, was still acting like an asshole, etc.? You cannot save everyone, you cannot always win, people will not always love you. That would have been a rad narrative imo.

Early Access Wyll felt different. He was flawed, he wanted to be seen as a hero, but he was very much not. He would even lie about it, to seem more heroic to you! EA Wyll wanted to become the Blade of Frontiers, but he was pretty far from being one. Some people didn't like that in EA, because they felt like he was a sham. And like? Isn't that exactly what's so fascinating? Like if you didn't let him get his (good) way, Wyll would actually snap at you and get really nasty! He'd call you a wretch!! In EA, the reason he was missing an eye was because of a goblin raid in the past. You then had the possibility to torture/kill or even let Wyll do that to the responsible goblin in the goblin camp, and Wyll was honestly really on board with that revenge trip. It's like a flip would switch, and his mask came off and you saw how bitter he actually was underneath.

I wanted an arc for him where we could help him grow away from that bitterness, or (when evil) help him embrace the more egoistical aspect. Or a middle ground, I dunno. The road to hell is paved with good intentions - THAT'S what I assumed his story was supposed to be.

Mizora is also in this weird limbo that feels rewritten like hell. Originally she tricked him into a pact by offering him the power to repell the goblin horde. Now she is... Whatever she is now, I guess. Maybe that whole thing would have been more cohesive if Raphael had been his patron instead? He could have guided us towards Raphael as a way out of the tadpole mess and at the end there could have been a choice between him delivering the crown to Raphael, or him sticking with us instead. I don't know, I just feel like it would have been much more cohesive somehow? But Mizora has been slobbering all over him in the marketing art, so I guess changing that would have been odd LMAO.

This is him in EA by the way (gosh I miss his old voice so much) explaining his pact:

As he is right now, Wyll's intent is the story just isn't clear to me at all? There is this common theme of self-sacrifice in there, but it's not here nor there and I cannot find it really compelling especially in contrast to other really well-written arcs like Astarion's or Shadowheart. Like there just isn't any internal conflict and I don't see him changing towards a version of himself that makes me go "Wow! What a character!" . I wonder if that has to do with his re-write, because it feels really rushed and the pacing and tension is super off. It makes me sad for the story we never got to experience, cuz some people couldn't imagine that there was more to his story than Early Access showed us. EA criticism towards him in general felt overally critical and dramatic and to me it always smelled of racism. People would legit talk about him like he was the most questionable evil character ever for not being who he claimed to be, it was so fucking odd. :/

I love Wyll! I am sad he got the short stick, man.

[veraynes-blog]

Missy/Twelve for the ask meme? 👀

Ooh okay. Haven't done much content for Twelve/Missy but I really like them as a pairing.

Who’s the cuddler?

They're both really awful at it, honestly. 😬 Twelve ultimately doesn't like to be touched, though I think he makes occasional exceptions when emotional needs can be met through touch. Missy doesn't have the same reservations, but she does have her pride, and he's rejected her often enough that lowering her guard would be difficult.

Who makes the bed?

Missy, when she can be bothered, and when she's decided she's performing femininity today. Sometimes she likes everything to look just so, and that means an elaborate overhaul of their living space.

Who wakes up first?

Missy. I imagine she has a slightly better sleep schedule than Simm, but would still get bored and restless lying down for very long.

Who has the weird taste in music?

I actually think they have pretty similar tastes. We know they both like classical, although Missy seems to lean towards piano music whereas Twelve likes the more powerful stuff. And they both have a weakness for catchy pop still, whether that's Hey Missy or Pretty Woman. Mostly the only disagreements are on whether Twelve's electric guitar cover of Beethoven's 5th constitutes 'music'.

Who is more protective?

Twelve, but in a weird way. He's not Ten, he's not lying to himself. He knows full well the Master is a terrible person, that they've committed atrocities, that they're dangerous to anyone around them. But also he's selfish, and he loves her, and he wouldn't let anyone (beyond himself) truly punish her for those crimes. We literally see it play out in canon, that he'd rather put her in a box to keep her safe and with him, as well as keep her isolated from everyone else.

Who sings in the shower?

Missy, again for the Master's love of music and self-expression.

Who cries during movies?

Missy does the whole performative dabbing of eyes where she thinks normal people would cry. Usually followed by some terribly inappropriate or cutting commentary on why that tragedy was pretty funny, actually.

Who spends the most while out shopping?

Missy. Just because someone decided they were only going to dress in secondhand hoodies and mismatched pants doesn't mean she gave up her standards, thank you very much.

Who kisses more roughly?

Again, I'm conscious of Twelve's aversion, or particular preferences, around touch. Don't get me wrong, I think they have a sexual relationship, but that there's some different physical boundaries in place. I don't think they kiss very much as part of that relationship, or if they do it's the more delicate, careful type of kissing we saw him share with her.

(That said, Missy took her opportunity when they first met, so I guess Missy!)

Who is more dominant?

Okay, in a purely sexual dynamic, of course Missy. Like, give her half an opportunity and she's got a crop in one hand, restraints in the other, and a head full of ideas on how exactly she's going to break his composure.

In their relationship? Twelve. I actually think Missy makes a very purposeful choice to present herself as more submissive in this regeneration, because for whatever reason she believes that will gain the Doctor's approval enough to repair their friendship. (Side note: by 'submissive' I definitely don't mean nice or calm or even non-threatening, just that she's willing to bend to his will.) Twelve, meanwhile, rises to the challenge and fully controls the narrative of their relationship. I don't know if he fully realises how much of that power she handed him, but he's not above using it.

My rating of the ship from 1-10.

"She was my mancrush" out of 10. 💕

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Friday, January 5

WILLOW: Faith, wait. I want to talk to you. FAITH: Oh yeah? Give me the speech again, please. Faith, we're still your friends. We can help you. It's not too late. WILLOW: It's way too late. You know, it didn't have to be this way. But you made your choice. I know you had a tough life. I know that some people think you had a lot of bad breaks. Well, boo hoo! Poor you. You know, you had a lot more in your life than some people. I mean, you had friends in your life like Buffy. Now you have no one. You were a Slayer and now you're nothing. You're just a big selfish, worthless waste. (Faith punches Willow in the jaw and she falls to the ground.) FAITH: You hurt me, I hurt you. I'm just a little more efficient. (Willow climbs back to her feet.) WILLOW: Aw, here I just thought you didn't have a come-back. FAITH: You're begging for some deep pain. WILLOW: I'm not afraid of you.

~~Choices~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Buffyverse Flashfiction updated by NotASlayer (Buffy, Olaf, not rated)

Or You Could Come Upstairs by CoffeeHunt (Joyce/Spike, E)

the sun shines different on me these days by Melacka (Buffy/Faith, M)

Patched Up by MadeInGold (Angel, Joyce, G)

Divergent by TheOriginalLovelace (Buffy/Faith, T)

Rethinking Labs by Leata (Spike/Fred, E)

i want a fist around my throat by Anonymous (Buffy/Faith, E)

[Small Snippet from new work] by blazinwolve (Faith/OC, not rated)

First Date by acb6293 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Weekly Drabbles #65 — Midnight Snacks by veronyxk84 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shadowed Suspicion - Ch. 407 by madimpossibledreamer (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure xover, T)

I'm Only Your Darkness - Ch. 18 by Karnstein99 (Buffy/Faith, E) Complete!

Fuel’s Aflame - Ch. 20 by wickedrum (Buffy/Spike, not rated) Complete!

Daily Drabble #1: Enter the Darkness (Kendra/Riley) by MadeInGold (Kendra/Riley, G)

Some Time in Between the First Time and the ... - Ch. 1 by useALLthewords3437 (Buffy/Spike, E)

They Know Exactly What We're Here For - Ch. 2 by MadeInGold (Angel/Riley/Spike, Buffy/Willow, E)

Under the Water - Ch. 18 by dwinchester (Willow/Oz, M)

equal and opposite reactions - Ch. 2 by CallMeVampy (Giles/Jenny, M)

He Slays Monsters - Ch. 10 by BeatriceEveryTuesday (Buffy/Faith, E)

Say what you mean - Ch. 3 by Tellhulla (Faith/Tara, T)

Home Sweet Home - Ch. 8 by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, PG) Complete!

What If Love Was Enough? - Ch. 3 by Spikelover4ever (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Three Little Words - Ch. 3 by Maxineeden (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

A Waxy Gent Chuckled Over My Fab Jazzy Quips - Ch. 5 by violettathepiratequeen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Pack My Box with Five Dozen Liquor Jugs - Ch. 5 by honeygirl51885 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Truth Hurts - Ch. 3 by Geliot99 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Goodbye to Everything That I Knew - Ch. 15 by fortes775 (Buffy/Spike, R)

The Neighbor's Point of View - Ch. 74 by the_big_bad (Buffy/Spike, PG)

cause when you have more, you have less to lose by luxaII (Cordelia, Buffy, Heathers movie xover, FR15)

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[thatiranianphantom]

Hi there.

Your ship is dead. Bullying a grown man and hiding behind ‘bUT IM A TEENAGER” is bullshit. If you have ANY ounce of dignity, just stop fucking watching the show. You are going to drain yourself and drive yourself crazy over a fictional tv ship which you don’t DESERVE. Maybe I might have had sympathy for you in season 4. Before you bullied half of the cast and lili to tears (do you remember when she had to come out and say ‘it’s a fucking tv show’ only for you to STILL whine and cry and throw your bottles? Ted is right. You are the most disrespectful, selfish freaks of fandom I’ve ever come across and I hope to god you grow the fuck up and get TV comprehension skills. Because you have ZERO. Crying about the ratings which have been falling since season 3 is not going to bring back your CORPSE of a ship. Betty and Jughead don’t even like each other and you expect them to fuck? You will cry when the writers are “sexualising teenagers!!!” But when Betty and Jughead were having roleplay sex as 16 year olds it was fine?

You cried and begged and demanded bughead sex scenes and bABY JULIET when these kids were 15/16 years old and you call out the writers for being creepy now? NOW???? You call Archie disgusting and using Betty as a “baby maker” doll, housewife, but you have wanted that woman (or CHILD) fucking rat boy and having his kids since they were literally kids themselves? Do you see the hypocrisy or should I continue?

“How DARE the writers have Betty change everything about herself for Archie that is so GROSS AND MISOGYNISTIC.”

Yep. And Betty didn’t do a serpent dance at 15 to fit into Jughead’s world?? Now that is changing herself for a boy.

You’re hypocrites and are salty because your ship is dead, the actors despise each other, and you can’t make Sprousehart edits without the feeling that it may be wrong, because rat boy is an abuser. Barchie have never tried to erase bughead. Because it happened. It was cute, and it was a thing that happened. Betty loved him.

But the fact that you constantly delude yourselves with insane theories which are wrong every single time to erase barchie is hilarious. Seriously. “It’s an au!! “Archie’s light gives Betty headaches!” “We are going back to 5x17!” “Jughead shielded Betty” “the season 6 universe was erased!” That makes it clear you see barchie as developed, and real. And a THREAT which you can’t shop unless you erase it. You can’t hide behind “it’s forced! “It came out of nowhere!” Barchie was building from the first episode. If you cannot understand the point of two mains Archie and Betty, slowly getting feelings while being with other people; you are either stupid, or a child. This show was RULED by bughead and lili and Cole can service. The teen choice award you keep talking about? WAS VERY CLEARLY THERE TO HYPE UP THE ACTORS DATING. If you can’t get??? You’re an idiot or a child. If you can’t understand the point of a slow burn which was Betty and Archie being sidelined by a psychotic fandom who bullied the writers into four season of bughead fucking in a bunker and varchie arguing with hiram, you are an idiot. Sweetie. BABES. When the fifties are over and Archie and Betty have fallen in love AGAIN, and they return to a riverdale free of darkness, Toni and Cheryl are together, Veronica and Reggie— and Jughead and Tabitha, what are you going to do? Implode? Delete? Murder a crew member? I don’t know what you will do but holy shit it will be entertaining to see you fall. A fandom who spent 7 years terrorising barchies, cast members and writers, making fake sexual assault allegations for each cast member, being disgustingly racist to Vanessa and ash, and body shaming Lili. Bullying KJ until he very clearly went off of the edge in the pandemic, and for some reason also going after your GOD rat boy. I’m saying this to you and all of you. Yes, barchies and Choni’s have said some awful things, as well as varchies. But nothing can top the entitled brats you are. And I hope when Lilis contract os over, and she reveals Cole was an abuser, she tells you all to go and fuck yourselves.

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wut????

This manifesto is so very confusing to me. Somehow, you've both been stalking my blog and been paying no attention at the same time.

I'll admit, I didn't read much of this, but a few things

This is now the second time today that someone on the internet accused me of being a teen. I'm flattered, don't get me wrong, but what is it about this? I am a grown ass adult. Is it something I am putting out there?

Oh please, please desperate BA anon, may I have your sympathy back??????

"Ted is right." Oof, anon. Very oof.

I would like you to go on, anon, please point out to me where anyone thought the Serpent Dance was a good decision? And where the seasons 1-4 sex parties and girls with one character trait were?

The BA stuff, I can't....I can't even....what?

What teen choice award do I keep talking about???? I am so confused????

The only thing in this.....jumble of words that offended me was you calling Cole "rat boy" (also did you imply that I love Cole? Have you....read my blog?) because I have rats and excuse you, they're amazing. Look at this leetle boy

Apologize to him this instant!

Look how upset you've made him!

[treason-and-plot]

I'm finally caught up! It took a few days of non-stop reading but I had to know what those 3 trainwreck idiots (Anita, Roy, Joël) ended up doing.

Anita and Roy are the biggest self sabotaging idiots I've seen in my life. Anita was an absolute trainwreck. I mean the girl had made all the wrong choices in life, one thing she did right is probably never giving up on her and Joël.

Roy is... he is just as bad at making decisions as Anita but I think their biggest difference is he just doesn't feel guilty or responsible, at all. I think the only time I've seen him actually feel sorry is when that whole pregnancy drug thing had happened.

And Joël, sweet idiot Joël. I don't have words for how stupid this man is. He just let's things happen to him. He let's women in his life manipulate him. I'm not a jealous person but him being such a clueless idiot about his exes' motives, is part of the reason why Anita lost it so many times (his idiocy and Anita's insecurity were bound to breed that problem.)

So far where they are at, I think Roy should've dumped Sonia looooong ago, like at the altar. The man had serious growing up to do before he got married and Sonia definitely wasn't it.

I'm just happy about Anita and Joël. For a while there I was really thinking that they were done but they made it. I'm still worried whenever I see Anita go out drinking because she still haven't fixed any of her problems but being with Joël seemed to have stabilise her. And Joël is in bliss with his daughter and son, even Saffron. I loved how much that little girl was upset when Joël was leaving.

It's a great story and I really advise anyone who had followed you to go back all those posts and read it all. I loved it!

Ps. After reading all of I've come to conclusion that Raj and Mia deserve each other, for sure. xD

I am dying at you christening Anita, Roy and Joël '3 trainwreck idiots!' That's made my year. And the fact that you spent days reading my story non-stop...my gratitude and awe knows no bounds. You are the best.

Poor Anita...dear, sweet, simple Harry was never going to make her happy. And she nearly destroyed her life and Joël's with her insecurities and her self-sabotaging behaviour, that's very true.

I don't think Joël is stupid...although I know many readers will disagree with me! He's a sensitive, intense, moody introvert who loves deeply and passionately and whose heart rules his head, often with disastrous results. But I wouldn't want him to be any other way!

You have hit the nail on the head re Roy...his personal mantra is never apologise, never explain. He never, ever second guesses himself. His sense of self is inviolate. He married Sonia because she presented a fascinating challenge to him and he did love her (and still does!) But yeah, theirs was a marriage destined to fail. I still miss them as a married couple though, as bizarre as that sounds. Their relationship was just so much fun to explore and write about!

One of the high points for me in my story's recent history has been the birth of Joël and Anita's daughter Alice...I still get emotional thinking about it! And thank you for mentioning Saffron's distress when Joël left Anita...that was another part of the story that I felt was particularly poignant for a variety of reasons (not least of which was Anita's selfishness) and has stayed with me for a long time.

As for Mia and Raj...well, we'll just have to wait and see! The two of them intrigue me as much today as they do as when I first started writing about them;)

Thank you again for taking the time to read my story and send me this...it's hard to express just how much it means to me. But one thing's for sure, it's people like you who make this community so wonderful and who make me inspired to keep on writing as long as I possibly can. And for that I will be forever grateful❤️