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no-144444 · 1 month ago

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simple, easy life- m.verstappen

summary: an accident happens and max's life changes for the worst

pairing: max verstappen x fem! reader

warnings: main character death, death, car crashes

a/n: YUKI TO RB???? I MEAN SLAY FOR HIM BUT ALSO THE RB IS SHIT, AND POOR LIAM, AND I HATE REDBULL! (not u isack, yuki, max, or liam, but fuck u helmut marko u twat)

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Realistically, cars were Max’s first love. You weren’t disillusioned to the fact that Max was a car guy in every sense of the word, and constantly made jokes that he loved his cars more than you.

He’d never drive a car again if it meant you never got hurt like this.

He had been sitting at dinner, the most regular experience, the night before the China GP, and your best mate, Hailee, called him sobbing crying.

“Max, it’s Y/n, I have no idea what’s happened, but it’s bad. She’s in emergency surgery or something, they didn’t tell me. I just- GET HERE, alright Max. Get here.”

And she hung up as his world stopped. His entire world shattered because you were hurt, you were thousands of miles away, and he had a race tomorrow.

“Are you alright mate?” GP leaned over and questioned, his voice low.

“I have to go back to Monaco,” he announced, getting up from his chair and tucking his jacket under his arm, beginning the walk out of the restaurant.

GP fumbled to follow after him, and the voices of Helmut, Jos, and Christian calling Max back echoed through the restaurant. “Mate, what’s going on?!” GP shouted after him as they reached the streets of Shanghai.

“It’s personal,” he answered. “Get Yuki to fill my seat. Have Pepe fill his. Done.”

“Max, Christian isn’t going to take ‘it’s personal’ as a response, that’s going on?” GP grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back. “What’s happened?”

“Y/n’s hurt,” he admitted, looking down. “And she needs me.”

His face fell, his jaw dropping. “My god, is she alright?”

Max shrugged, emotion catching in his throat. “I don’t know.”

He'd never seen Max like that. He’d never seen him almost cry over a girl. He’d never seen him sacrifice championship points for someone, for anyone.

“What’s going on Max?” Jos demanded, stepping out beside the two men. He placed a hand on the back of his neck, and Max tensed up.

“I have to go back to Monaco,” he answered, his voice steady. “It’s important.” “Nothing’s more important than racing-”

“Y/n is,” Max interjected. “And she’s lying in a fucking hospital bed on the other side of the world, so yes, she’s more fucking important!” he argued, slapping his father’s hand away. “We have reserve drivers for a fucking reason. Use them.”

And he walked away. Away to the airport where his jet was being stored, and he flew straight back home, catastrophizing the entire way. What if you were injured badly? What had happened? Had it been a drunk driver? Would you have serious disabilities? Would you have to take time off work? Which car were you driving, was it his? And the worst thought of all popped into his head; What if you were dead?

He pushed it back as far as he could, but still, it stayed. Lingering like the smell of your goddamn perfume on his jacket.

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All he could smell was antiseptic and a little bit of dread. It had been an exhausting 14 hour flight, one he couldn’t rest on. Max prided himself on being able to sleep through anything, and anywhere. That was not the case when it came to you.

“And how do you know the patient?” the nurse asked, pulling him out of his spiral once more.

“I’m her fiancé,” he answered, eyes glassy and heavy.

“She’s just down the hall in room 8. Be aware, it may be a bit of a jarring sight, she’s hooked up to a few machines, and she’s in an induced coma,” the nurse tried to put it as softly as she could, but no one could make that sound good, not even Bruce Buffer. “Do you want someone to accompany you? I can come in, just for moral support?” she offered, seeing the way Max’s body language changed at her words.

He chuckled sadly. “You’re very kind, but no. Thank you.”

She nodded and he walked on. He needed to do this on his own, mostly because he didn’t really know what he was walking into. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but he knew he was going to stand by you forever, if that’s how long this took. Though he hoped it wouldn’t. He hoped you’d pull through, get strong again, do all the things you wanted with your life.

Be there with him while you both grew old, have you care for him even when no one remembered his name.

Be in love. Get married. Have that small family you always wished for.

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You died at 1.33am. The universe was taunting him, clearly. He held your hand. He didn’t call the nurse. He just sat there for a few moments, trying to imagine a future without you. He fucking couldn’t. His whole life was centred around you, around you being in it. After F1 he would just stay in Monaco with you, spend his days watching his kids grow up. He would walk them to school in the mornings and bring you back a coffee from your favourite shop, maybe a cinnamon roll on a Friday, or everyday. Depends on what you’d let him do. He’d come in, coffees in hand, and bring yours to you in bed, or maybe in your office. Maybe you’d kiss him. Maybe you’d smile one of those perfect smiles of yours. Maybe it wouldn’t matter, because you both knew you had another chance the next day.

And all of that was gone. You were gone.

So what was meant to happen now?

He didn’t know. He didn’t want to know.

But he had to. He ran through all the motions, he signed the paperwork, and he picked out the casket.

But he should’ve been picking up the kids from school, holding your hand and kissing you, even if it embarrassed them.

It should’ve been a simple, easy life.

But it wasn’t.

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ysljoon · 2 months ago

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Watching and Waiting| JJK

♡pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

♡wc: 3.1k

♡genre: smut, age gap, friends to lovers (if you squint ig), non-idol au

♡ warnings: age gap (JK is 19 and reader is 23), unprotected sex, dirty talking, cumshots, noona kink

♡summary: You've known Jungkook since he was the 10 year old shy kid in the neighborhood and as the years have gone by you've continued to baby him. Now that he's older he wants to prove to you how much of a man he's become.

MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

“Hyung! Please just for this week I need you to tutor me!” Jungkook was currently pleading like his life depended on it with Namjoon to have him tutor him for his upcoming physics exam. “Dude, I’m booked out for the semester for tutoring. I already told you my cousin can help you with it.” That wasn’t what Jungkook wanted to hear at all. “Please I’ll pay you a hundred bucks just to cancel your other sessions!” Namjoon raised his eyebrow at this knowing Jungkook doesn’t even have a part-time job. “And where are you getting that money from?” Jungkook scraped his heel against the sidewalk with a pout. “From Jin Hyung…” Namjoon shook his head and sighed at the answer.

“Kook I don’t see why Y/N can’t just tutor you. She’s just as smart if not more than me. You’ll be in good hands.” He patted Jungkook’s shoulder and started to walk away from him. Jungkook slumped down on a bench and ran his hand through his hair mussing it. The main reason he didn’t want you to tutor him was because he’s had a crush on you since he was 10 years old. It was embarrassing, to say the least. He’s now 19 and you’re 23 in your first semester of your master’s program. Even though the age gap wasn’t that big you never saw him as more than just Namjoon’s youngest friend. He wanted to be able to show you he’s grown up now, but yet you still baby him.

The first time you met Jungkook was at Namjoon’s 14th birthday party. Namjoon invited all the neighborhood kids and Jungkook was just a doe-eyed quiet kid in the cul-de-sac. When you arrived at the party, Jungkook swore his eyes started twinkling. He remembers it vividly. You were also 14 and still had braces at the time and when you walked in with a cheesy party hat and big grin ready to get the festivities started. You mingled with your family never losing that big grin. As you were sitting down eating a slice of confetti cake Namjoon brought Jungkook in tow with him and had his arm wrapped around Jungkook’s lanky frame. “Y/N, this is Jungkook! He’s new to the neighborhood so I wanted to invite him.” With frosting at the corner of your lips, you gave him a big hug. “Aww, you’re a little baby! Hi Jungkook, welcome to the neighborhood.” You pinched his cheek like you were his mom. He felt flustered from all the sudden physical touch from a girl as pretty as you. “H-hi Noona, nice to meet you.” He couldn’t even make eye contact with you. Instead, he kept his gaze focused on the blades of grass that were swaying in the wind. For the rest of the party, you didn’t pay him much mind, but he had his eyes set on you.

When Jungkook got to his freshman year of high school, you were in your senior year. He felt like now since he was a teenager you would pay more attention to him. He was so wrong. You had a boyfriend at the time named Yoongi that he was not very fond of. Jungkook still has the memory of Min Yoongi fondling you and a hand up your skirt behind the science building during lunch break seared into his brain. He wanted that to be him instead. The relationship had a good run for a high school relationship (it lasted 9 months). Those 9 months were agonizing for Jungkook. He had found out about the breakup when he was over at Namjoon’s after school to play video games and you came bursting through the door with mascara running down your cheeks. You had explained to Joon how Yoongi broke up with you out of the blue through broken sobs as you clung to him. Jungkook felt terrible for how happy he was at the time knowing that that obstacle was out of the way for him.

At your graduation, Jungkook showed up with the rest of your family to watch you and Namjoon walk across the stage and start your endeavors as college students. At the end of the ceremony when your parents were taking pictures of the three of you together you gave Jungkook a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for coming, Kookie, it means a lot.” He still has the picture framed on his desk of that day. He finally thought you were starting to acknowledge him.

Now he’s at the same college as you and there has been no progress for him. Sighing he was scrolling on his phone waiting for Jin to pick him up from campus since he didn’t own a car yet. A sudden vibration to his phone let him know he had just gotten a text message. It was a message from you.

Y/N Noona: hey kookie! Joon let me know you needed a physics tutor. Let me know when you’re available and you can just come over to my place so I can see what you need help with.

Y/N Noona: p.s. I won’t charge you like Joon would 😉

Jungkook’s hands were clammy just from reading the texts. He’s never been to your apartment. Every time you guys hung out it was at Joon’s place. His heart was beating out of his chest.

Jeon Baby: thx noona can I come over tomorrow at 3 pm? I won’t be there too long I just need to review for the final exam.

Jungkook cringed at his message. He felt it was too formal for you. He stuck his phone in his pocket and tried his best to ignore it even though a single vibration from it would feel like the phone was burning his pockets. Jin pulled up right next to the curb and Jungkook jumped in and put on his seatbelt silently. He could see from the corner of his eye that Jin was scrutinizing him for some reason.

“Dude, why are your ears so red? Are you embarrassed to be picked up by your hyung all of a sudden?” Jin’s voice started to rise and Jungkook needed to find a way to diffuse the situation quickly before Jin’s mouth could start going a mile a minute.

“It’s nothing dude stop being weird! You know I’m grateful for all the rides you give me, calm down.” Junkook huffs in his seat and looks out the window. He hates when Jin antagonizes him.

Once Jin pulled into the driveway Jungkook bolted out before the car came to a full stop and charged upstairs. He locked himself in his bedroom and started to do all the things he could do to make himself look better. He took a long shower and washed his hair with the shampoo you’d complimented him on before. He shaved any stubble that was growing in and even put on teeth-whitening strips and a sheet mask. He wanted to look perfect for you tomorrow. Tomorrow was not gonna be an ordinary day, it was going to be the day he could finally show you he’s a man. ‘Kookie’ is a side of him that doesn’t exist anymore and it’s only Jungkook now.

Once night came Jungkook tossed and turned in his bed, his body filled with anticipation. His mind raced going through all the scenarios that could possibly happen tomorrow. He didn’t know how you would react if he were to make advances towards you and as much as Jungkook would put on a brave face, he would be shattered if you couldn’t reciprocate back.

As Jungkook was finally able to calm his mind and start to drift off to sleep his phone vibrated. He snatched it from under his pillow and his heart almost leaped out of his chest when he saw it was a text from you. You never text him this late. Jungkook looked at his clock to confirm what time it currently was and it was a quarter till midnight. His hands started to get damp as he swiped the notification to see what you said.

Y/N Noona: hey kookie! my noon appointment got cancelled if you wanna fill that spot but if that time doesn’t work then we can stick with 3 pm

Jungkook was slightly disappointed that you were texting him solely because of the tutoring session.

Jeon Baby: sounds good noona i’ll see you at 12! goodnight.

Y/N Noona: goodnight kook! 🥱 i’ll treat you to lunch tomorrow depending on how well you do during our session!! 😉

Jungkook couldn’t help but grin at your use of emojis it was so cute to him. He adjusted his alarm and finally let himself sleep.

Jungkooks nerves were through the roof he woke up hours before his alarm. The sliver of sun that was rising and peeking through his window was enough to have him wide awake and staring at his ceiling. He decided to just give up and scroll on his phone to kill time until he needed to get ready for his tutor session.

He stared at himself in the mirror one last time as he spritzed his cologne to make sure he looked presentable for you. He threw on a gray tracksuit set with the zipper zipped far enough down that you could see the thin gold chain he had and the tight tank top he put on that accentuated every muscle in his chest and abs. His hair was tousled just enough with mousse to accentuate the waves in his hair.

Jungkook trotted down the stairs and waited by the front door where Jin was, busy twiddling his keys in his hand.

“You look awfully nice for what’s supposed to be just a tutoring session. You have a date after or something?” Jin sized up Jungkook once, to fully observe what he was wearing. “You could call it something like that, hyung.” Jin just scoffs and opens the door without regarding Jungkook.

The car ride was short since you live about 10 minutes away, but Jungkook voted against walking to your place since he didn’t want to be sweaty as soon as he got there. Jin pulled up into the parking lot of your apartment complex. “Text me when you’re done or let me know if Y/N is gonna drive you back home. Also please actually try and pay attention.” Jungkook squinted at his hyung’s comment. “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means actually listening to what Y/N is teaching you instead of ogling. I know how you get around her.” Jungkooks cheeks flush and he starts to look at every spot in the car except for where Jin is sitting. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about dude.” “Well anyone with eyes would know what I’m talking about.” Jungkook scoffs and gets out of the car without giving any further comments to Jin.

He raises his hand to your front door to knock and the door swings open before his knuckle can connect with the wood. “Kook! You made it/ Come in, come in!” Your excitement about his presence makes his heart swell with happiness. His eyes raked over your body and your outfit was enough to make him chub up a bit in his pants. It wasn’t even a sexy outfit, but because you’re wearing it it’s the sexiest thing Jungkook has ever laid his eyes on. You’re wearing black sweatpants and a thin white tank top that was clearly a size too small that pushed your cleavage together in the most perfect way and gave him a peek at the black bra you were wearing. “Noona, are we gonna study in the living room or your room?” Jungkook piped up as he watched you scurry to the kitchen and get a bottle of water for him. “Oh, usually I do the living room for my students, but you’re not just any student so we can just do it in my room to keep it relaxed!” You usher him upstairs and he smirks that he’s so easily getting you in the position that he wants you to be.

The lesson started 30 minutes ago, and for 20 out of the 30 minutes, Jungkook has been distracted. Your lips look so soft and plush and he can’t help but think about how they would look wrapped around him. “Jungkook? Are you even listening to me?” Your eyebrows are furrowed and your lips are pouty. You look so fucking cute right now. “I am Noona I swear. Can we take a 10 minute break though? My brain is getting tired.” You closed the book and obliged him. “Sure Kookie>” You gave him such a kind smile, but he couldn’t help but grimace. “Noona can you not call me that anymore? It makes me feel like a baby.” “Aw Kookie, but you’re my baby.” You pinched his cheek, and within the next beat, you were suddenly flipped over with your back pressed against the bed and Jungkook on top of you with him pinning your hands above your head. You looked up at him with bewildered eyes.

“Kook, w-what’s go-” His smirking at this current predicament sends shivers down your spine. “Noona, I’m a man now, and I want to be treated like one. You can’t look at me anymore and see the scrawny little boy I used to be. I’ve grown up so well don’t you think?” His breath fanned the shell of your ear and caused goosebumps to rise on your skin. “C'mon, noona let me show you how well I’ve grown up. Will you let me?” He took his hand and swept away some of the stray hair across your forehead. Your mind was reeling at everything happening so fast, but the dry spell you’ve had for the past 6 months has you nodding and Jungkook’s proposition before you think twice. “Aw noona I wanna hear you. I want to hear you say you want me.” His grin was devious. “I want you Jungkook please.”

This spurred him into action immediately. His lips were on the column of your neck in no time and the kisses he left were sloppy and wet and the way his hands gripped your waist had you bucking into his touch to get more. His hands traveled under your shirt and bra to grip your tits. The way his chain was dangling in your face and his fingers rolled your nipples with the perfect amount of pressure was dizzying. Hearing your whimpers just spurred him on more. “Noona don’t I make you feel so good? I touch you in all the right places and I have your body begging for my touch more and more.” His fingers trailed down into your sweatpants and he yanked them down in a single quick motion. Feeling so exposed you started to desperately unzip his hoodie and clutch onto his tank top to signal him to take it off.

“Aw noona you’re so needy. Tell me what you want and I’ll make you feel so much better.” His cooing made your body hot from embarrassment, but you cared more about cumming at this point than your dignity. “F-fuck Kook, I want you to finger me or just fuck me at this point. I don’t care! I just wanna cum please.” His eyes darkened after hearing your pleas. “I can arrange for that to happen baby don’t you worry.” Two of his fingers reached into your core ever so slowly and it was agonizing feeling him take his time. The way they pumped in and out had you crying for release. The sight of your tears had Jungkook sneering. “Like I said, tell me what you want noona the tears won’t help your case.” He ran his thumb across your cheek to sweep away the stray tear. “I can’t take it anymore please fuck me!” That’s all Jungkook needed to hear.

He yanked off his sweatpants and boxers in a rush and lined himself up with your hole in seconds. He teased you with the head of his cock by just barely pressing into your cunt. Watching your cunt weep around the tip of his cock had him groaning. Jungkook was by no means small and just seeing his length had you holding your breath for what was about to come. “Noona you gotta relax for me so I don’t hurt you.” His tone was the softest it’s been since the start of this encounter. You nodded and tried to relax your body and as soon as you felt that mind-numbing pressure start to build in your core you tensed again. The squeeze of your cunt around Jungkook’s length had him gripping onto your hips to try and stabilize himself. “D-don’t do that or else I’m gonna cum now.”

Once he was sheathed deep inside you his thrusts started to get stronger and stronger. Yours and Jungkook’s moans mixed with the sounds of his balls clapping your ass and your tits slapping together from the sheer force of how hard he was fucking you had you drooling. All composure was lost. “Noona I know you love the way I fuck you. Nobody else can make you feel as good as I do. All those other guys out there would just waste your time. I’m everything you need and more noona. Say it! I wanna hear you say you don’t need anybody else but me.” Jungkook’s possessiveness made your pussy leak from arousal. “F-fuck Jungkook you’re all I need! You fuck me so good and no other guy could fuck as g-good as you.” Jungkook was as smug as ever now. “Damn right.” His thrusts got rougher and his fingers rubbed your clit at an intoxicating pace. “Kook f-fuck I’m about to cum!” “Me too noona. Where do you want it?” “On my tits.” You were gasping to get the words out with how worked up you were. The moans you released as you rode out your orgasm were pornographic, Jungkook grunted as he painted you with his release.

The two of you just lay there in silence for a few minutes without even making eye contact. Where is there to go from here? You look over and Jungkook has a wide grin on his face and you quirk your eyebrow at his unexpected behavior. “Do you think I’ve grown up well enough noona? Did I finally prove it to you?” His words caused you to giggle. “You grew up so very well kookie. I think you deserve to be treated to some lunch.” You planted a gentle kiss on his cheek and seeing his face flush caused your heart to skip a beat.

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checkeredflagggs · 3 months ago

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Footnote of a Story

pairing: logan sargeant x famous!fem!singer

summary: Logan and his girlfriend have been together for over 10 years — people have posted about it 8 times

a/n: this is canon to the story of us story, just some backstory that probably won’t be talked about in the main story at all

a/n2: I fiddled about with the timeline of the Covid quarantine — namely that it was already happening by Valentine’s Day

a/n3: I also don’t know when Oscar and Lily started dating so here it’s when they’re 16

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10 Years Old

y/ns_mother

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y/ns_mother: well it looks like y/n has a crush…she was very determined to make “the bestest card ever and make sure it’s the good candy mom!”

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sargeant1: logan was the same way…he nearly talked me into buying a bouquet bigger then is he for her

↳y/ns_mother: they’re so adorable

↳sargeant1: they really are

sargeant2: oh young love…

↳l/n1: i guess when you know you know…doesn’t matter the age…i guess

↳sargeant2: they are very cute together

randocousin: giving us all old timers a bad name 😹

↳drunkaunt: bah they won’t last…once they get to the real world…nothing ever lasts…

↳rudecousin: just cause your marriage failed doesn’t mean theirs will. You’re just a mean old drunk

↳randocousin: not this shit again…

not_y/n: not_logan I told you — I knew very young that you were the one for me

↳not_logan: I won’t doubt you again babe

↳not_y/n: I don’t know why you doubted me in the first place ngl liked by not_logan

not_oscar: oh so you guys have always been this grossly in love

↳not_y/n: booo you grinch liked by not_logan, not_lilyz

12 Years Old

y/n_mother

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y/ns_mother: we might have a little baker on our hands…y/n was adamant that she had to cook these cookies all by herself

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l/n1: she didn’t even let me have one…

sargeant3: logan was beaming when he came home with these…

↳y/ns_mother: I’m not going to tell them of course…but we’ve started a little wedding fund for them

↳sargeant3: so have we. It’s very obvious where this is going to go

↳y/ns_mother: oh I can’t wait…

drunkaunt: their still together??

↳rudecousin: they’re*

↳rudecousin: and they are! Shockingly relationships can last longer then the hangover the next day

↳drunkaunt: do not start something with me…you weren’t they’re for it

↳rudecousin: there*

↳randocousin: must you rudecousin?

↳rudecousin: she makes it so easy!

↳drunkaunt: your a mean little man

↳randocousin: don’t

↳rudecousin: …you’re drunkaunt

not_logan: I didn’t know you baked those!

↳not_y/n: yeah that was the last time I attempted that

↳not_y/n: not pictured was my mom’s destroyed kitchen…liked by not_logan

14 Years Old

y/n privated a post

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y/n: 💜💜 he got me a card!

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logansargeant: I always get you a card!

↳y/n: I know but now I can post it for everyone to see!

y/ns_mother: oh to see you guys now…4 years strong

↳y/n: moooooommm go be embarrassing on your own post

oscarpiastri: so you’re the reason he couldn’t stop looking at his phone?

↳y/n: I am! And you are?

↳logansargeant: y/n this is one of my friends from karting! Meet Oscar — he’s the Australian

↳y/n: hi Australian Oscar!

↳oscarpiastri: don’t you mean best friend logansargeant?

↳y/n: HE DOES NOT CAUSE THATS ME!!

↳logansargeant: my best karting friend but the best friend spot has always been hers liked by y/n

16 Years Old

not_logan

liked by not_y/n, not_oscar, not_lilyz, and 392 others

tagged: not_y/n

not_logan: a small day spent together before someone goes off on a national tour!

Congrats baby — I’m so fucking proud of you 🩵🩵

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not_y/n: thank you babe! For both the day and for the constant support you’ve given me over the years

↳not_logan: always!

not_oscar: congrats again on the tour y/n!

↳not_y/n: thanks osc! And lmk if you can make any of the dates — I’ll get you tickets

↳not_oscar: oh Logan already has it all planned out

↳not_y/n: awwww

y/ns_mother: oh I’m so proud of you two

↳not_y/n: mom please…

↳not_logan: thanks mum l/n!

↳not_y/n: don’t encourage her!

not_lilyz: oh you guys are so cute!

↳not_y/n: thanks Lily!

↳not_y/n: and thanks again for making a private account

↳not_lilyz: oh that’s not a problem — and is probably good planning for the future

↳not_oscar:😳😳

yoursister: haven’t heard from drunkaunt in a while…she ok?

↳rudecousin: still drunk and mean

↳not_y/n: it’s just neither Logan or I friended her — in fact I blocked her on this account 😂

↳yoursister: good call

18 Years Old

not_y/n

liked by not_logan, y/ns_mother, not_oscar, not_lilyz, and 273 others

tagged: not_logan

not_y/n: awwwweee… my baby surprised me back in Florida. Thank you for coming home to me for Valentine’s Day

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not_logan: glad I managed to catch you before you leave me again 😔

↳not_y/n: nooooo I’m so sorry baby

↳not_y/n: you say the word and I’ll pack you up in my suitcase and take you everywhere with me

↳not_logan: …I’m not there yet but I’ll let you know

y/ns_mother: oh I’m so glad you managed to catch her…with my handwriting I wasn’t sure if she left the 13th or the 18th…

↳not_logan: thanks for all your help mum l/n!

↳not_y/n: thanks for helping him surprise me mama

↳y/ns_mother: of course baby

not_oscar: I don’t think that’s part of your diet Logan…

↳not_lilyz: like you haven’t cheated on yours a hundred times in the last month…

↳not_oscar: 😑😑

↳not_y/n: have I mentioned I love you recently lily?? liked by not_lilyz

rudecousin: heads up — drunkaunt spotted this over my shoulder and started a rant while going for her keys

↳not_y/n: …I’m gonna go start my tour early…

↳not_logan: I’m gonna head back to England real fast

↳yoursister: cowards

↳not_y/n: yup

↳not_logan: absolutely

20 Years Old

not_logan

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not_logan: fun activities to do while locked up during Valentine’s Day…

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not_y/n: we’re gonna be cooking champs by the time this ends 💪🏻

↳not_logan: I love you so much but I really hope we’re not locked up that long…

↳not_y/n: 🥺🥺🥺

↳not_logan: again I love you so much but we burned water yesterday…

↳not_y/n: ok that’s fair

↳not_oscar: how???

↳not_y/n: we’re simply that talented

↳not_logan: we got distracted 😉😉

↳not_oscar: ewww I don’t need to know that liked by not_y/n, not_logan

y/ns_mother: oh I hope you guys are doing ok…I’d be there for you if I could…love you guys…

↳not_y/n: we’re doing ok mama!!

↳not_logan: …we’re not dead yet but our lack of kitchen skills are becoming more evident…

↳y/ns_mother: oh no…don’t worry baby…I’ll get yoursister to help me video you…I’ll teach you to cook…

↳not_y/n: thank you mama 🙏🙏

not_lilyz: ok so I’m a little jealous…

↳not_y/n: awwww lily we miss you!

↳not_lilyz: miss you guys too

↳not_oscar: 🤨

↳not_lilyz: …their food looks so much better than yours

↳not_y/n: at least you guys can cook something — ours is just anything we could cut into a heart shape… liked by not_lilyz, not_oscar

bandmember: you guys are so cute…

↳not_y/n: thank you 😊

↳not_y/n: also check your mail…there might be something for you…😈😈😈

↳bandmember2: oh???????

sargeant4: how’s the weather over there?

↳not_logan: 😑🙄 cold and snowy

↳not_logan: not that we can see any of it…

↳not_y/n: it could be worse!

↳not_logan: how?

↳not_y/n: we could be stuck in your apartment and not my house

↳not_logan: …that’s true I guess

22 Years Old

logansargeant posted a story, not_y/n posted a story

[thank you to my girl! 🩵🩵🩵][oh Logan my love…an ocean apart and yet you spoil me so…]

user1 replied A GIRL?!? Logan Sargeant do you have a girlfriend!

user2 replied GIRLFRIEND???

georgerussell63 replied oh that’s cute!

oscarpiastri replied maybe I need to tag Lily in this…

↳logansargeant oh she’s already seen it

↳oscarpiastri 🫣😨

↳logansargeant didn’t know you wanted flowers and presents though…

↳oscarpiastri who doesn’t…

oscarpiastri replied you guys keep setting the bar high

↳not_y/n gotta get on my level osc

↳oscarpiastri 🙄

lilyzneimer replied brb going to make Oscar take notes…

↳not_y/n he said pretty much the same thing…

↳lilyzneimer 🤣🤣

yoursister replied you guys are literally the only reason I believe in love still

↳not_y/n awww babes it’ll happen for you soon

↳yoursister maybe sooner than you think…

↳not_y/n oh???

y/ns_mother replied oh your young love…

↳not_y/n he’s the one mama

↳y/ns_mother oh baby I know…I’ve known for over a decade now…

↳not_y/n 🥰🥰🥰

25 Years Old (after the Story of Us)

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y/n: You can hear it in the silence, You can feel it on the way home, You are in love, true love

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user3: oh my god so lovely!

user4: Logan Sargeant I wasn’t familiar with your game…

lilymhe: oh my god did Logan get you all that?

↳y/n: he did! He’s a real romantic

↳lilymhe: awww 🥺

↳lilymhe: alex_albon take notes please

↳alex_albon: oh no

↳oscarpiastri: oh this is very common

↳oscarpiastri: get used to it. They’ve been like this since they were 10

↳user5: shut up that’s so cute

oscarpiastri: please stop

↳logansargeant: I will not.

↳y/n: you just gotta do better

↳oscarpiastri: I try but you guys keep raising the bar

↳y/n: skill issue

↳user6: you can tell you guys have been friends for a while…

↳y/n: about 10 years now!

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mythtakens · 4 days ago

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sorry for endlessly posting about this it will happen again. to be totally clear I have literally nothing against healthy skepticism or doubt like it’s totally warranted. I don’t expect anyone to just buy into the Bobby being buried alive theory if they can’t or don’t want to. but saying there’s no way 911 WOULD do a MCD fakeout and bury someone alive to wake up inside their own coffin and lie about it is just. kind of silly to say? not only is that good tv, this is a show that revels in being wacky and has done countless absurd things to main characters that they reasonably should not have survived. if you can survive rebar through the middle of your skull, falling through multiple floors of a collapsing high rise, a helicopter crash AND gunfire, a ladder truck rolling over on you, a tsunami, getting shot by a sniper in the street, getting struck by lightning, getting stabbed in the gut and left for dead, your house burning down two separate times, a cruise ship flipping over, viral encephalitis, entire dispatch ceiling collapsing on top of you, angel of death paramedic defibrillating your heart multiple times, being buried under 40 feet of mud, a bridge collapse, getting your throat slashed by a serial killer, an astrophysics lab exploding, a hostage situation, another hostage situation, another hostage situation, commercial airliner falling out of the sky that you have to land, literally your heart not beating on its own for 14 minutes, a dog driving a car on fire down a hill, and the same virus. among other things. idk I think they can bury a guy alive after killing him in a way no other character is allowed to physically confirm and saying he’s dead. personally. on the show where like three separate calls have involved someone being buried alive and one of those was this season and they’ve also had a separate guy wake up on the autopsy table before. whether you think they are doing it or not doesn’t really matter. but if you ask me it does kind of seem even more ridiculous to claim they would never do it.

#my two favorite things ranting and raving #911 spoilers #911 speculation #tv: 911

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weirdmageddon · 11 months ago

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the shift in lore literacy in homestuck’s fandom

i was thinking about how the people who got into homestuck after it ended��whose interactions with the comic are in a static, archived state, not an ongoing thing—missed out on information that was more common knowledge in the fandom at that time. i don’t know if this is true since i’m not on tiktok, but i wouldn’t be surprised if it was. the fandom certainly isn’t the same as it was before.

ive found that many people reading homestuck now simply do not understand things in homestuck that were common knowledge back in the day, with calls for “homestuck literacy classes to become mandatory” in response to baffling takes because so many people just now seem to have glazed over the comic without absorbing important plot points, and i think i know why this may be. i ended up writing a post reflecting on my time with the comic, my perspective and how ive seen this change. i still think and write about homestuck because it still fascinates me. earlier i quote retweeted that call in my thread talking about the temporal relativity of dave and rose’s god tier ascension in the green sun, saying “my homestuck literacy is 100% so guess im doing my part as a teacher by pointing out whatever i think is really cool about it”. this post im writing now started out as a reply to this tweet i got in response.

i joined the fandom in 2013. i was 11. i had been aware of it since at least late 2011, early 2012 when my friend ryan in fifth grade told me to read it but i couldn’t get past the first few pages. i remember writing a journal on deviantart around this time (late 2011-early 2012) that was mocking people who typed like gamzee, which ironically was very karkat of me. and i remember someone on flipnote hatena i was following was making flipnotes with the alpha kids.

i dont know what caused me to flip the switch into reading it but 2013. i got into it somewhere between april (i think closer to april—i remember it being quite a span of time between the last update before HOMOSUCK dropped.) this was the most recent page the comic, meaning there was no > [S] ACT 6 ACT 6 at the bottom.

i got into it during a pause in updates, which looking into it, was the year 4 megapause. i wasn’t sure of the month until seeing the news post detailing the reason for the hiatus and the status report of the comic’s development at that time. pretty cool i could narrow it down by referencing the dates of those updates and the news post to correspond with the pause!

according to readmspa, the year 4 megapause was a 59 day hiatus from Apr 14, 2013 ==> (EOA6A5) running to 12 Jun 2013, [S] ACT 6 ACT 6. then for a few months there were the first updates that i was apart of the fandom for.

and what an exciting time during the story get into the webcomic! when the updates resumed in june, part 4 of homestuck had begun. here was a glimpse of the updates in that span of time before the next hiatus began in october.

that hiatus was none other than the gigapause, the longest hiatus in the comic, which started october 2013 and lasted for a YEAR, and i already posted about what happened on the date of return.

but here were the main events happening in the story at the time i first actually got interested in it. i wasn’t aware of the full context of them then like i am now, but i was looking at the most recent updates anyway with interest:

the alpha kids just emerged as god tiers from their slabs in derse and prospit, blown up by the condesce and caliborn / lil cal-possessed b2 jack noir.

the journey to the new session started 24 hours after jack called an early reckoning in descend—for context that was about when dave entered around midnight central time and before jade even entered. it’s pretty easy to forget that side 1 of homestuck basically happens within the span of a single day—and at this point in the story, the 3 year journey (which was also 3 real life years) had just ended. john and jade emerged from the other side of the yellow yard through the fenestrated plane on LOMAX. john’s real body was asleep upon arrival in the new session, while his dreaming projection out in the dream bubbles came across vriska’s ghost ship to learn lord english lore with vriska and aranea, and go on the treasure hunt where they found the ultimate weapon at the X mark out in in the furthest ring. in the dream john stuck his hand in the juju, started warping all over canon which removed his real body from the ship on LOMAX. he zapped around for a while but eventually zapped back to LOMAX, now awake, completely out of the loop of what everyone else is up to, and bored as fuck. what was everyone else getting up to while john was asleep?

jade was now once again within the domain of the green sun. im pretty sure her space god doggy essence comes with the power to sense what was anywhere within the domain of the session since her face looks like she arrived at that spot with intent (and she literally has jack noir’s exact powers from bec’s prototyping. also this panel). she immediately dispatched b2 jack to the edge of the incinisphere, defending the newly god-tiered jane and jake. i think even if they weren’t in any danger, she would have warped to them instantly anyway because she COULD now, and i can imagine she wouldve been sooooo eager to meet everyone. even davesprite comments about her rapid departure.

the pre-scratch refugees arrived during the only time serious shit ever went down in the nobles’ months-long inert void session. the condesce used her freak psychic bronze-cerulean powers to commune with jade’s bestial side and mind controlled her, which is super dangerous as someone with the powers of a first guardian. she then used jade’s powers to corrupt jane with the tiaratop. no funtime meetup allowed!

the trolls’ meteor with rose, dave, and the remaining trolls was pulling up into the new session with no way to slow it down. grimbark jade warped there once it was in the incinisphere and took active control. she warped everyone off the trolls’ meteor and sent them to LOMAX.

as john was losing his mind on LOMAX waiting for everyone, the meteor crew warped in. after 3 years he finally reunited with rose and dave, and at least saw the trolls in person. close curtains, end of A6A5. this was the newest [S] flash page at the time, one of my first impressions of this comic, and still one of my favorite flashes. knowing the context of the flash in the story only enhances the retrospective joy i have at getting into the comic at the time i did because it’s such an anticipated moment in the story for everyone, while for someone with no context of the story it was still enjoyable.

so that’s what was going on plotwise when i joined the fandom.

from this time, through those few months of updates and through the gigapause, i was familarizing myself with the characters in the story and overseeing the state of fanbase, getting myself acquainted with the story and wrapping my head around everything.

at that time i found that a new-ish group called colab HQ who were producing a let’s read homestuck series on youtube. hearing the voices and the pacing of it like that really, really eased me into it (maybe it was my adhd that gave me trouble actually starting it?). i caught up to a certain point using lets read homestuck and from that point was able to continue with the comic on my own, and by the time the gigapause came to a close i was fully caught up. i remember the rebranding of colab hq into voxus about a year and a half after i discovered them.

but.. back to the main point of my post. even these posts from hussie’s tumblr exist in archived states. how many new fans know about hussie’s old tumblr? i don’t know, unless theyre a new fan that must scour the internet for more deep more dives on homestuck and its fandom as a whole. but since hussie deleted his tumblr (it exists archived now on homestuck.net which, alongside from the unofficial homestuck collection, has nearly singlehandedly kept the most important relics of the fandom and lore archived), that page is not an active part of the fandom now, because it’s gone. it’s a pile of bones. it’s not living and breathing. it’s in an archived state. the whole thing is already there. homestuck and its fandom history is something you now binge instead of slowly consume and meld with as it comes out. it’s now this rapid information intake that you might forget about if you read it now instead of engaged alongside it. you’re not surrounded by people actively talking and theorizing about developments anymore. the ability to have those sorts of conversations during the ongoing development of the story reinforced concepts, ideas, and lore over and over as we tried to make sense of it.

being in a fandom when the author is still delivering the story is like nothing else. it allows you grow alongside the characters and engage meaningfully with the media and people in the fandom space around you. it feels like you’re participating IN the media itself, especially if you’re interfacing with the creator. it’s in always having something to theorize or talk about and speculate. and people become very aware of these sorts of forgotten story facts because they were applying the logic of the newest official post from hussie into making their sburb ocs or something and share resources and discussion posts about “what just happened in this update?? recap????” it was this cultural osmosis thing. i think this is why homestuck literacy is now at an all time low, at least from what i can see on twitter.

reading homestuck then vs now is like the difference between serialized shows with spaces between episodes to discuss stuff and time to reflect and learn and become attached to the story, narrative, worldbuilding and its characters, vs the netflix model where it’s all dropped all at once and people forget about it after binging.

at this point in time im getting the sense that “homestuck elders” now are no longer just people who were there since 2009-2010, but now also people who were there while it was still updating, probably stretching into 2014-2015. there are many sources of lore that were common knowledge in the fandom at the time that, since becoming susceptible to the deletion of content and link rot, and with the thanosing of mspaforums, are no longer accessible at the source. and a lot of people moved on after it ended, especially following the epilogues, the kate drama, and the whatpumpkin-sarah z drama, leaving a void of information behind if not for archivists and people such as me who continue to keep old facts relevant in discussions. my friend has called me a fandom scholar before and seeing this post i think i get what they mean.

EDIT: there is a series of video essays ive watched multiple times (because theyre that good) and they are exactly what modern fans need to see more of. they really help contextualize the comic and the themes present in it help you appreciate the basic fabric of homestuck a hell of a lot more. i highly recommend them and encourage any fan of homestuck to watch them, or someone considering getting into homestuck to watch the first one.

i think this is arguably as close to the “mandatory literacy class for homestuck” that person was talking about as you can get, especially the first video.

additionally, there is also the website https://rafe.name/homestuck which is essentially a sparknotes for homestuck and can help you follow developments in the comic itself.

#homestuck #homestuck meta #homestuck fandom #mine

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persevereforahappyending · 1 month ago

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A Legacies Regret |10|

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader

Summary: You were living in New York with your girlfriend, trying to forget about last year and just enjoy life, but that was easier said than done. (Sequel to A Legacies Secret)

Warnings: Threats of Murder

Word Count: 1.5k+

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist | A Legacies Secret Masterlist

Tara’s eyes darted around the park; she had her hands shoved in her pockets, so she’d stop fiddling with her jacket. She was the one who told you to go with Gale, she assured you that everything was going to be fine, she was sure of that, at least at the time she was. She was right next to Sam, Kirby was in a van with Chad, Mindy, and Ethan close by, and Bailey was sitting on a bench not too far away, they were all connected so they could hear the call from Ghostface when it came in. But you weren’t here, Tara came so close to losing you in the apartment and now you weren’t here, you were halfway across town.

“They’ll be okay,” Sam said. Tara shook her head, getting out of her mind as she gave her sister a questioning look. “They’ll be fine.” Tara nodded; she looked down at the pathway as they continued their walk. “They’re with Gale, they’re perfectly safe.”

Tara couldn’t help but scoff at that. She didn’t think Gale would let anything happen to you, despite everything, Gale did care about you. Still, even without Ghostface lurking around every corner Tara didn’t like the idea of you being alone with Gale. Gale has already hurt you so much, no amount of groveling will ever change that, Tara just didn’t want you to get hurt again.

“Gale won’t let anything happen to them,” Sam assured. “She’s survived, what, nine of these assholes? Being by Gales side is honestly probably the safest place to be.”

Tara let out a huff at that. Gale had survived many attacks, had been stabbed plenty of times herself, she was also an investigative reporter. Basically, besides Sidney Prescott, there was no one better prepared to deal with Ghostface. Hell, the only gift Gale every gave you ended up being a gun, Tara didn’t even want to know what Gale kept for herself back at her place.

“I just…” Tara sighed. “I don’t like this. We’re out in the open,” Tara looked around the park. It was broad daylight, there were people all around them. Not that any of that ever-stopped Ghostface before, this new Ghostface chased them down and didn’t even hesitate to shoot up a bodega filled with people.

“I just need the call to last fifteen seconds,” Kirby said through the earpiece. “Just keep your eyes peeled.”

“We’re ready,” Sam said.

Tara could feel Sam’s concerned gaze on her. “It’s a good plan,” Sam assured. “We’ll be fine.” Sam rested a hand on Tara’s shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. Tara smiled up at her sister, despite their issues and despite what Sam might believe she was actually pretty good at comforting her.

“It feels like we’re missing something.” Tara looked back, there were people jogging, couples going for a walk, people playing catch, families having a picnic. Everything was completely normal; it was insane to think all these people were going about their normal lives while they were stuck trying to trap a psychotic killer who wanted them dead for some messed up reason.

Tara pulled out her phone, she opened her recent messages with you for comfort. You sent a simple good luck text instantly followed by an I love you just as Tara and Sam had gotten out of the van to start their walk around the park. Tara had instantly sent an I love you back.

She had been away from you plenty of times, she went to school, you went to work, she even went to parties without you, but she hadn’t been away from you since the attacks started. Last year every time the two of you were separated one of you, mostly you, got hurt, she wouldn’t be able to handle something happening to you while she was out trying to catch Ghostface.

She tried to just focus on the walk, all they had to do was walk around the park and keep Ghostface talking, which in theory shouldn’t be too hard, Ghostface really loved to talk. As if on cue Sam’s phone rang, Tara felt her entire body tense at the sound. They had left it on ring so they could be ready for when Ghostface called. As soon as Sam pulled the phone out of her pocket Tara looked over her shoulder to see the call said it was coming from Richie.

“You’re going to die you know,” Sam said as she answered the phone.

Tara kept her eyes open, her head constantly moving back and forth, trying to spot anything unusual. When looking for something out of the ordinary though everything seemed out of the ordinary. There were dozens of people walking around on their phones, any one of them could be Ghostface, or more likely none of them were and Ghostface was off somewhere they couldn’t even see.

“No, you’re going to die Samantha,” Ghostface’s voice came through the phone. Tara tried to ignore the chill that ran down her spine, as hard as she tried to ignore it, she would never be able to get that damn voice out of her head. “Choking on your own blood while I hack up your sister.”

Tara slowed her pace and looked at Sam, it wasn’t the first time a Ghostface threatened either of them, but it never made it easy to hear. “Unless we find you first,” Sam said.

“For a mastermind you’re not very bright,” Ghostface sighed, almost like he was disappointed in them. “Waiting for me to call, desperately hoping I’m nearby so the police can grab me.” Tara’s looked all around, there was no way for Ghostface to know their exact plan unless he was right there, watching them. “But I’m not nearby, I’m a step ahead. I’ll be seeing you, Samantha.”

Sam slowly came to a stop, her brow furrowed as she looked around. Tara mimicked the look, there was some threatening but that wasn’t the typical Ghostface call, they were missing something.

“Oh, Tara,” Ghostface added before hanging up. Tara’s eyes shot to Sam’s, somehow Ghostface knew that not only was Tara right there but that she could also hear him. “I do hope you said your goodbyes.” Tara furrowed her brow as she looked down at the phone. “Because I sure do intend on making them suffer.” The call ended with Ghostface’s sinister chuckle.

“Wh-what does that mean?” Tara asked, searching her sister for answers.

“Did you get it?” Sam asked, completely ignoring Tara’s question.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Yep, coming through right now,” Kirby answered Sam, everyone still seeming to ignore Tara’s worry. “He’s on the upper west side.” Tara could hear the confusion in her voice, that was nowhere near where they currently were. “He’s in an apartment.”

Tara’s eyes widened. “On West 96th?” Tara asked.

“How did you know that?”

Tara didn’t bother answering Kirby’s question, she was already pulling out her phone. She tapped your name and brought the phone to her ear, speed walking her way out of the park. She was aware of Sam following behind her, but she wasn’t about to wait up. “Pick up, pick up,” she mumbled to herself. “Pick up the fucking phone,” she gritted her teeth.

“Hey,” you answered, the sound of your voice instantly making Tara relax but she didn’t slow down. “What happened?”

“Ghostface is there!”

“Wait, what? What are you talking about? What…” Your words trailed off, Tara looked around frantically, she needed to find a way to get to you.

“Y/N?” she asked. “Y/N?” she looked down to see the call had been disconnected. “Fuck!” she quickly tapped your name again; she was going to keep calling until she could see you safe and sound for herself. The call just rang, until she eventually got your voicemail. “Fuck!”

She gripped her hair as her eyes scanned the street, she didn’t even know what she was searching for until her eyes landed on Bailey’s car. She didn’t hesitate to run towards the car, flinging open the driver’s side door. Tara didn’t even have time to enjoy the fact that not only was the car unlocked but the keys were also tucked up in the sun visor. Tara tapped your name again, putting it on speaker but once again it just continued to ring.

“Sam!” Tara called out, interrupting whatever she was saying to Bailey. “Get in!” Sam’s eyes widened but she didn’t hesitate to run over and hop in the car.

Tara rolled up the windows and ignored Bailey’s orders to get out of the car. She clicked the button, locking the doors before he could get to them. She didn’t care if Bailey was a cop, she didn’t care if this was a cop car she was stealing, nothing was going to stop her from getting to you.

“Keep trying,” she said, handing Sam her phone.

Sam did as asked and redialed your number once again. The ringing filled the inside of the car as Tara flipped on the sirens and sped out into traffic. She weaved in and out of the cars as they moved out of her way, pressing her foot harder on the gas as the ringing ended, only for Sam to try calling you again.

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doodledrawsthings · 3 months ago

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you. Oh my god, you. (Positive)

listen. Before I had internet access, all I had was 1 hour of allotted browser time, bing image search, and a single dantdm play through of a hat in time that never got finished. I googled fanart and got pretty much nothing, I googled fancomics and got pretty much nothing, but you know what I did end up finding?

your art.

from ages 11-14, my goal in life, in art, was your art. I can’t tell you how much I loved finding random screenshots of your posts, because I was always just so impressed by how clean and consistent your sketches are, how the characters always stay on model, the shape language, how you could somehow sketch a character in like 20 lines when it took me 50 to draw sans in my little spiral notebook— like! Holy shit! For years I have looked up to your art! There’s still a photos folder on my dads old huge-ass 12 inch work iPad labeled “holy crap” and filled with your art. Because it inspired me so much. It’s become an undeniable part of my artstyle, now — I still have fanart I drew way back in the day of Hattie and the rest, I didn’t even know anyone’s names because I couldn’t play the game, but you’re the reason I eventually did play the game. Your coffee shop au and different versions of the prince— one of those ieterations inspired the main character of my novel! Well, novel that I tried to write, I was 13 so it was eh, but I tried!!

I’m submitting this on-anon because I don’t want to out my age on the wide internet (I like my privacy) but. Your art has really meant a lot to me. It’s the reason I played hollow knight, and it’s the reason I kept trying to develop an art style I was happy with. You’re the reason I started scribbling comics in my notebooks. Being 13-14 was pretty much the worst two years of my life, but I had Bing image search and the occasional glimpse of your signature, and I’d be so happy every time I found a new (if crusty) three-times screenshotted jpg. You literally introduced me to the concept of polyamory and nonbinary-ness with the coffee shop au. I had no other access to that in my household, and. Yeah. It meant a lot to me.

Anyway. I’m so glad I’ve finally tracked you down (in the most non-ominous way possible) and I’m so glad you’re still active— Please never stop making art. Your art is incredible, and amazing, and also you never know who’s out there on Bing image search. Thank you for creating for as long as you have. You’re pretty much the reason I’m shooting for an art degree (Wish me luck!) so just…Thank you.

(Also I had no idea you were a professional storyboarder, which is insane because that’s what I want to be when I’m through college. Hey, maybe I’ll end up storyboarding a remake of something you’ve storyboarded! hehehe)

Hi anon!

So right off the bat, I gotta tell you that this message made me start bawling when I woke up and saw it. Like I had a full-on cry session while reading your message and lying in bed for almost an hour. I am crying as I am typing this response, on my phone, still in bed. It’s 11am and i woke up at 9. So I hope it turns out coherent.

The last two years have been. weird. I say that a lot because I wanna say “rough” but that still doesn’t feel quite right. I’m almost hyper-aware that there are so many people that have it worse than me rn, so it feels hard to even acknowledge when I’m going through anything, myself, sometimes- REGARDLESS, it’s been kind of an all-time low for my mental health. There was a point within in the last year where I just HATED drawing. I struggled to bring myself to work, I struggled to bring myself to even draw for fun. It felt like I was posting just to post, trying to keep people aware of my existence and it almost felt physically painful to force myself to sit down and do it, sometimes.

I’m getting better now, I think, but. Yknow.

It’s so easy to get caught up in the “oh I can make money off this,” “oh I can get attention off this,” “oh I can prove myself a functional person in society with this,” of it all. I forget why I actually do this, sometimes, or if I even enjoy it. And then I get messages like yours, about the kid with limited internet access looking for A Hat in Time fan art on Bing image search, and I get taken back to when I was a kid scrolling Google images and deviantart for the same thing.

I don’t mean to like. Foster some kind of parasocial thing with you or any one of my followers. There’s a reason I’m saying all this, I hope it ties up in the end.

We don’t know each other. I’m not some mysterious legendary artist, or whatever. I’m a person who gets burnt out, and jealous, and insecure. I need inspiration to function, just like you, and when I don’t have it, I get art block. But I also really like to draw fictional characters kissing and hanging out. I like coming up with comics and stories and playing out dramatic and funny scenarios in my head like I’m mashing Barbies together. And when other people tell me they enjoy the stuff I put out when I do this, it makes me really, really, really happy.

I think I needed to read your message, probably. With the state of… Everything… Right now, especially recently, I feel like a lot of artists are also struggling with a sense of purpose, pride, and reason as the world makes it harder and harder to even BE an artist, these days. And when I read this message it was like Anton Ego at the end of Ratatouille, I got taken back to when I was a kid looking at my favorite artists and studying their style and striving to be better and better at it over years of my life. Not just because I wanted a job for it or cuz I wanted to be a famous Disney animator or whatever, but because it was fun and I just liked doing it.

Thank you, SO much. I say this in the most genuine and earnest way I possibly can possibly express. I wish you luck on your own path in art and art school. And if you decide that animation industry is your thing, then I wish you the best in that endeavor, as well. I think I will keep making art for a long time.

Peace and love on the planet earth ✌️✌️✌️

#alright I gotta get up and start my day I’m still in bed it’s almost noon lmao #you really never know who’s out there on Bing image search #rainy days tag #starting a new tag I wanna keep this

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blegh-110 · 1 year ago

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i. "we were both young when i first saw you" | Sam Monroe

Pairing: older brother's best friend!Sam x fem!reader

Summary: You never liked your older brother's friends, they were always mean to you; kicking your seat on the bus, pulling your hair, and tricking you. You made it your mission to stay away from them, expect for one who is the first to treat you nicely.

Warnings: None! Just a cute little teenage romance <3

Word count: 851

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Older brother's best friend!Sam who you’ve known since you were 12 and he was 14. You remember your brother first coming home from his first day of high school talking about a really cool guy in his english and history class, someone named Sam Monroe. Of course you didn’t really care for your older brother's friends, in fact, you had a bit of a personal vendetta against all of them for the pranks and tricks they pulled on you when you were younger. Even now you try to avoid them and their attempts to give you a wet willy and a flick on the forehead. You were also at the age where boys were simply scary, especially older ones who were friends with your older brother.

So when the time came that your brother invited Sam over to hang out after school, you hid in your room for as long as possible and tried to finish your school work. But it was difficult to focus when you could just feel the presence of another boy in your home. And it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that you couldn’t go out into the kitchen for a snack in fear that you would run into one of your brother’s friends. They were just so demeaning, they never missed out on the chance to remind you that you’re younger and dumber than them.

You checked the time, 11:37. Surely everyone in the house is asleep, you thought. Quietly, you stepped out of your room into the kitchen, wanting your trip for your sweet tart ropes and water to be fast. But frustration and anger very quickly took over when you couldn’t find the candy you bought with your own money.

“What’re you looking for?” A voice you didn’t recognize said behind you. In the short second before you turned around, you felt your blood run cold and mind go blank. And it became worse when you looked at him, he was the most beautiful boy you had ever seen. He was leaning against the doorway with an intense stare, and what caught your eye was the blue streak in his hair. He looked so cool. With all the courage you can muster up, you speak.

“My candy, I bought sweet tart ropes earlier and can’t… find them.” Your words are quiet, you don’t want to wake anyone up but the boy in front of you is the main reason. At your reply he stands to his full height with a frown.

“Your brother said I could have ‘em, shit, I’m sorry.” And what was strange was that he really looked like it.

“It’s okay,” It really wasn’t, you were still mad. But you just wanted the whole interaction to be over, he was too cute in your eyes to continue any sort of conversation. You wouldn’t be able to speak properly if this went on. So you went back to your room right after, setting aside your homework for tomorrow because you couldn’t get him out of your mind. Although it was only a minute with him, he had shown more kindness than any of your brother's friends, or any boy in fact. And you held on to that very small moment.

You rarely saw him for your entire seventh grade school year, of course you would. He wasn’t your friend, only someone you had a little bit of a crush on. But the times you did have together, despite it being small, were special to you.

Like when he listened to you complain about your insufferable science teacher, “That guy’s a fucking asshole.” His vulgarity is a part of him that always makes you laugh.

“Shh, Sam!” You’re smiling as you bring your pointer finger to your lips, telling him to quiet down, “my parents are in the other room.” At that his eyes widened and head turned to where you’re pointing.

“Okay, I’ll stop. But seriously, I was also in his class and he was the worst, he always picked on me”

As much as you cared for Sam, he was a troublemaker, and you asked if he did anything to warrant that treatment.

“Well, yeah but what does that have anything to do with it?” And before you can answer he poked your side, making you yelp, and ran off.

Or when you first saw him with the piercing right below his bottom lip, “you like it?” You only nodded your head before bolting to your room and shoving your face into the pillow.

And when their freshman class was having a dance, he knocked on your door that night asking if you had any black eye shadow to put on him. The application was messy, since he decided he wanted it literally at the last minute and your brother was yelling for him from the living room to hurry. When you were done and got a good look at his face you blushed. In combination with his piercing, dyed hair, makeup, and suit, you got butterflies and wanted to be the one who he took to the dance.

This one was written for my younger self who wanted an emo boyfriend. I think I might do another part simply for myself. Hopefully this reaches the hayden christensen part of tumblr. Please leave a comment, I love reading them <333 banner is by @dollywons

#hayden christensen #hayden christensen x reader #haden christensen x fem!reader #hayden christensen imagine #hayden christensen fluff #hayden christensen x you #hayden christensen fanfiction #life as a house #sam monroe #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe fluff #sam monroe x you #sam monroe imagine #sam monroe x y/n #hayden christensen x y/n

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coolshadowtwins · 1 year ago

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SVSSS fanfic that I will never write-

LBH post canon accidently goes back in time. How? I don’t know, it isn’t important. If I had to pick a stupid reason, then in PIDW had a storyline where LBH went back in time to a wife’s past to like… learn more about her? To help her in the trauma? IDK but what I do know is that Peerless Cucumber would have ranged for hours about Airplane adding in the concept of time travel and then doing nothing else’s with it.

And guess who the subject of the wife plot is now??? That’s right- SQQ. Except the wife plot took the body and not the soul, and now Binghe is back during SJ’s disciple days.

LBH somehow, as the main character, manages to convince the peak lords of the time that he’s of Qing Jing! He is, really! He really laid on the charm here.

Previous Sect leader: I don’t know if I believe you, but since you look like such a polite young man-

LBH gets escorted away to a room by the head disciple. And who is the head disciple of the sect leader peak??? It’s Yue Qi, sad and depressed and lifeless because LBH managed to find himself in the period of time where YQY thinks SJ is dead!

LBH: I want to meet my young Shizun. Shen Qingqiu- Shen Jiu I think now?

YQY: …. Xiao Jiu is dead?

LBH: Maybe in the future for like five years but not right now!! He’s my super awesome Shizun! …. Do you want to drop everything to go look for him?

YQY: Oh boy, do I!!!

So the two bounce from the sect with no warning, looking Shen Jiu. Luckily, now knowing that he is alive and didn’t die in the fire, it’s pretty easy to follow the line of gossip that follows WY and SJ. And of course, the entire time, LBH is praising his Shizun.

Now, he hasn’t said that he was married to his Shizun. He didn’t want to spoil that just yet! He’ll reveal that to his younger Shizun himself when they find him. But until then, he can still tell YQY how awesome his Shizun is, and how nice, and how close he was to SQH and LQG and even to YQY himself! (That last one was a bit of a fib, of course. SQQ was always a little uncomfortable around the sect leader. But YQY was eating all of this up, being so happy that his childhood friend was so happy and well liked, and well…. It was only a small fib)

They finally catches up with them, and quickly dealing with the other guy, YQY and SJ have a nice reunion, having both think the other was dead! And of course, it was incredibly clear that YQY had been looking for SJ this whole time, which does wonders for his abandonment issues. SJ may yell at YQY for leaving the sect so suddenly and risking everything just for him, but on the inside, he is bursting for joy, trust me.

LBH is not bursting for joy. Like, at all. He had been so excited to see his Shizun but young and now that he’s here…. Something inside of him and screaming that this wasn’t his Shizun.

He had no reason to believe that. This was very clearly SQQ at 14~. But of course, he’s the 200 IQ protagonist and figures it out quickly that his wonderful Shizun/husband took over his body when LBH was 14 and that this was his shitty Shizun that made his early years in the sect awful.

He’s fully ok with that. If his husband needs to possess another man to be with him, than who is LBH to judge? Only the best body for him! The problem is, of course, that he has spent the entire trip over ranting to YQY about how good of a teacher SQQ was to him, and now YQY is excitedly telling everything he said to SJ. LBH can’t just…. Back track now! That would be weird, and if they think that someone will possess SJ later, then what if his husband never shows up??

So he goes along with it. It isn’t hard- he doesn’t hate SJ, not like PIDW him would. He was only under him for three years~ and a lot of what happened to him was still being justified in his head. So it’s just… whatever, to him at that point. He confirms what YQY had been saying, spins a charismatic lie to the sect about why they left and how GREAT SJ will be as a disciple in the future, and then he leaves. Just, fades away in front of everyone.

And now this is SJ’s life. He thinks he’s a good Shizun in the future, even if he can’t stand kids. He think that he becomes friends with SQH and LQG, which is oddly hard to do?? LQG angrily wants to fight him every time he sees him, which is super annoying, and SJ is 88% sure that SQH is talking to demons but, you know. If another version of him managed to become their friend without future knowledge, then he has to do it now! He has a head start on the race here, no way is he losing it!

He does become friends with them, and is still incredibly close to YQY as they grow up. He’s still… him, but his major heart demons- the abandonment by his Qi-Ge and being unsafe even in the sect- aren’t there anymore. He even manages to be an ok Shizun to a young LBH, somehow. He’s pretty sure that he’s sucking at that, btw, because the little brat gets on his nerves when they are in the same room for more than five minutes, but he’s being mostly polite! He had to wonder what the other version of him did to get such a glowing review from the future version of his disciple, because it has to be more than this.

Ironically, because I think it’s funny, this is the timeline that our LBH finds himself back in. The time travel was always meant to be a stable one timeline kinda thing, so anything he changed in the past affected the future. I imagine in PIDW that LBG didn’t do much of anything but maybe comfort his future wife, for Airplane’s fear of making a confusing paradox for himself. But this Binghe? Oh no, he did so much!

Because he saved SJ some heart demons, and helped him make friends despite his trauma, he’s not as prone to Qi divinations! Which means that he didn’t have a fatal one when LBH was 14! Which means when LBH gets back to his time after all of that, he takes one look at his ‘Shizun’ and knows that this isn’t his husband. Which means that his husband never possessed SJ!

He’s horrified, and spends a whole day moping around the peak, trying to think of ways to fix this. He has just gotten himself worked up to go and do something drastic when NYY finds him.

NYY: There you are!! Shen-Shidi has been looking for you all day!

LBH: H-huh?

NYY: Why are you moping around, huh? Did you and Shen-Shidi have a fight? Don’t worry! He’s your husband, I know he’ll forgive you-!

LBH: WHAT.

And that’s how he learns that while he isn’t married to his Shizun in this timeline, he is married to his Shixiong, Shen Yuan! Shen Yuan, who got shoved in Willy nilly when the system realized that SJ wasn’t going to die when he was supposed to.

There’s probably some sequel where LBH has to fake that he has memories of what happened in this timeline, which I imagine is somewhat close to Svsss? The system was still running around, even if a major player has changed. And LBH would just be so bad at faking it in front of two people and two people only- SJ and SY.

SY: Binghe, don’t you remember our first date? :)

LBH: …It wasn’t the water prison!

SY: ….that statement is correct but also the wrong answer.

And

SJ: Beast, you’re not coming to this Immortal Convenance. Don’t you remember meber what happened last time?

LBH: …. You didn’t push me into the endless abyss?

SJ:�� That statement is wrong and I was also going for the HHP tag alongs you obtained.

#svsss #svsss au #time travel #fanfic concept #luo binghe #shen yuan #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #yue qingyuan #liu qingge #shang qinghua #ning yingying

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natsredbra · 27 days ago

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Ik you’re a primarily writing account but would you do a short character rank?

AHH yes! ive been waiting for an ask like this

warning: apparently controversial opinions, i pulled this out of my ass so these are characters i care about enough to talk about, sorry not sorry; general spoilers for s3!

credits to all gif owners!

15. Gen Nolastname

Just shut up. You have three lines and you’re bitching in all of them. I can condone cannibalism but not being mean to Natalie. She’s hot tho

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14. Travis Martinez

Now THIS is what they’re gonna call controversial and wrong…….honestly I don’t even dislike him anymore but he’s not as importnant to me as the rest of them

13. Jeff Sadecki

Same points as for Travis, but he’s funny

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12. Laura Lee

Again, I did like her character but I didn’t get too attached to her

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11. Melissa Hat

I knowww that some of you love her, and seeing as she’s gay (aka the only reason she’s above LL) I probably will too once they explore her character some more……but for now she’s a little boring, though she does seem to be getting a storyline since last ep

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10. Ben (Coach Scott, whatever, tiktok likes to whine about it)

Okay now we’re getting somewhere…….proud to say i was never a Ben hater, never will be and I never understood it. Sure, he had shitty moments but it can’t compare to what the rest of the group has done. Also his death was all too sad.

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9. Misty Quigley

Hmm honestly I was NOT a Misty fan on my first watch, but when I revisited for the second time she grew on me tbh. I’m still not too crazy about her, she’s annoying as she is relatable at times, I know that people either love or hate her but very middle of the road for me

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8. Akilah Nolastname

Stop she’s so adorable and amazing, I literally have nothing bad to say about her!!! If she had more storyline she’d be WAY higher up

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7. Mari Ibarra

NOW we are getting to characters that I LOVE and can’t choose between. Ugh ugh Mari my absolute love……..only reason she’s this low is because I like the mains/other characters better but from this point on they’re all the goats

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6. Jackie Taylor

Deserved so much better arghhhhh!!! Jackieshauna is one of the saddest ships/dynamics on tv i kid you not. My comphet femme lesbian <3

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5. Taissa Turner

I don’t have much to say about her but somehow she is the absolute mix of girlfailure and girlboss! She’s so me and probably the character I associate with the most along with Nat, it pained me to see her so discarded on that poll I made……still, one of my all time favs

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4. Van Palmer

She and Tai are very interchangable, but this feels right tbh…….she’s so nerdy and awesome and wholesome and and- anyway, if she dies I DIE BITCH. (she won’t she wooooon’t!)

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🥉Shauna Shipman

Any of the ones under this could potentially change for any reason, but let me tell you my top 3 will NOT. ever. I go on record saying that, it has been this way since the pilot. I love Shauna Shipman, nothing she could possibly do would change my opinion of her, y’all are pussy as hell always asking for complex characters and then completely dismissing her. I totally understand hating her at all BUT at the very least you could appreciate all her layers, she really is interesting and no one can deny that

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🥈Lottie Matthews

(lmao jackie checking her ass out in this gif) ANYWAY i love lottie so bad, my schizo femme lesbian gf who is bonkers. It’s so funny to me how they all call her crazy and talk shit but in the wilderness her word was LAW. Like she really jumped in with the whole “Shauna will lead us” Babe Shauna led them after that! She also loves our other gf and did it to protect her smth smth power throuple…….anyways not to go on a lottienat rant, she’s my pookie.

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��Natalie Scatorccio

LOOK AT HER! JUST. LOOK AT HER! She’s so cute and kind and i wanna mwah mwah mwah her until her trauma is healed……..I’ve seen so many people say that we only like her cause of her looks, as if that’s the only thing to like about her. Shauna’s trauma is very talked about (as it should be) but I feel like no one really mentions EVERYTHING that Nat’s gone through anymore, she went through so much both in and also out of the wilderness. Her battle with addiction is also very overlooked, and it’s so heartbreaking to know that the longest she’d been clean was against her will. She’s also very understanding, patient and mature compared to some of the other girls, doesn’t hold grudges and never let’s, as she calls it, “dumb girl shit” cloud her judgement when she’s helping someone. Most hinged of them all since the beginning, they are and always were so unfair to her - though this szn it’s more serious then simply singling her out

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reccyls · 24 days ago

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Victor's Main Route: Chapter 14 + Premium Attire Story

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The premium story is slightly NSFW (I'd say an M on AO3 as opposed to E, or lime instead of lemon for those that prefer that description)

As I ran without looking where I was going, I tripped over a tree root and fell.

Kate: Ow!

I ended up sliding face first into the mud, and ended up completely covered in dirt. I winced in pain as I pushed myself up, turning my head up to look at the moon. Its faint white glow amplified the chill of night. Drops of rain limited to just my face mixed with the streaks of dirt. It didn’t take me long to realize they were tears.

(I hurt Victor.)

I took out my sadness at being avoided on him. I couldn’t stand how he didn’t want anything in return for everything he had done, and I went a step too far.

(Because of my muddled up feelings, I ended up saying that I wish we had never met.)

I could do nothing except berate my foolishness for saying something so awful.

(I didn’t finish my sentence, but Victor knew what I meant.)

He must have known what I left unsaid. I wanted to know more about him because I liked him. And because I loved him, I wanted him to tell me everything himself. If I had never fallen in love, I wouldn’t have hurt him.

(What am I even doing anymore?)

Ever since I realized my feelings, I’ve done nothing but chase my thoughts around in circles. I wanted Victor to be happy. That’s the only thing that’s been clear since day one. Shaking, I stood up. My skirt was completely ruined, and my knees were skinned.

Kate: …And I call myself an adult.

I snorted as I saw blood run down my knee. Wiping away my tears, I slowly shuffled my way home. But my tears just wouldn’t stop falling until I reached the castle.

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Roger: Why didn’t you come to me as soon as you got hurt?

Kate: …Sorry.

The next morning, I was sat in the basement while Roger scolded me.

Roger: Even if you washed it, if bacteria entered through your wound, it could cause infection and irreversible damage.

Kate: You’re right. I’m really sorry.

(The disinfectant really stings, but I’m not in any position to complain right now.)

I sat still as Roger carried out his treatment, my shoulders hunched. After he applied medicine, he wrapped my knees in bandages. And then he crossed his arms and looked down at me.

Roger: Apply this medicine and change the bandages every day. You hear me?

Kate: I understand, I will.

Roger finally seemed satisfied when I nodded in compliance, and he put away the first aid kit.

Roger: So? How’d you get banged up like this in the first place?

Kate: Um, I tripped in the forest…

Roger: You told me that part. I’m asking what caused you to take a fall this big.

He was asking about the root cause of my injuries, but…

Roger: I know you didn’t have any missions yesterday, so why were you out walking in the woods alone at night?

I stayed silent.

(I don’t want to look suspicious, so I know I should answer him… but I don’t want to.)

As I continued to keep my mouth shut, I felt him aggressively ruffle my hair.

Roger: I’m not suspecting you of anything. I’m just asking because there must be a reason. Roger: I’m not gonna force you to answer. But if talking about it will help, I’ll listen. Roger: If anything happened to you, we’re not going to sit back, alright?

Kate: …Yeah. Thanks.

Before I knew it, it was now three weeks since I became Fairytale Keeper. In that time, I felt that the distance between me and Crown had grown smaller.

(My past self would’ve never thought we’d be this close.)

I knew Roger had been genuinely worried about me. All of this only happened because Victor chose to make me Crown’s Fairytale Keeper. As I thought of him, I couldn’t help but recall how pained he looked last night. My heart throbbed.

(...I can’t leave things like this.)

I didn’t even thank him for saving me and just hurt him. If he started avoiding me again, My time at Crown could possibly come to an end without me ever seeing him.

(And if that happens, I’ll never see Victor again for the rest of my life.)

I couldn’t tell him how much I regretted what I said. I wouldn’t be able to tell him my true feelings. I didn’t even want to imagine what it would be like to live the rest of my life like that. Hiding my bandaged knees, I pulled my skirt back into place. And as I was standing up–

Liam: Oh, here you are, Kate!

Kate: Liam, Harrison! What’s the matter?

Roger: Don’t tell me you two are injured too.

Liam: Not today. Hey, Harry–

Harrison: I’m just along for the ride.

Liam used one hand on the railings to vault over the stairs, landing in the basement as Harrison just stared.

Liam: There’s a visiting circus coming to the market today, it looks like there’s going to be a parade too. Liam: This kind of event doesn’t happen everyday, you know! I’m looking for people to go watch it with.

Harrison: He caught me first.

He raised his hand with an annoyed look on his face. However, Liam seemed to be able to tell that he didn’t really mind, and threw his arm around Harrison’s shoulder.

Liam: What about you two?

Roger: Pass. I’ve got things to do.

Roger refused point-blank as he picked up a test tube and began shaking it.

Roger: You guys should drag that depressed lump over there with you.

Kate: Are you talking about me?

Roger: You see any other depressed lumps here?

He gestured with his chin, wordlessly telling Liam and Harrison to hurry up.

Liam: Do you want to come, Kate?

Like Liam could tell that something was up, his tone of voice softened as he invited me along. I couldn’t refuse.

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Kate: Wow!

A performer danced down the street, leading a man riding atop a giant ball. Then there was a juggler, and a man performing magic tricks while walking. The crowd was captivated by the circus troupe’s various acts as they paraded down the street.

Harrison: It’s packed today. Liam, Kate, make sure you don’t get lost.

Liam: Okay~ How are you holding up, Kate?

Kate: I’m fine, still here.

Liam: Let’s go look for a better spot to watch from. Hold onto me to make sure we don’t lose each other.

I grabbed onto Liam’s sleeve and we followed behind Harrison as he snaked through the crowd. Upbeat music filled the air as the circus troupe scattered flower petals into the air. The cheers of the crowd was deafening. As I watched the petals drift in the air, it put my heart at ease. We found a slightly less crowded spot and stopped.

Liam: What a show.

Harrison: If this was the theater it’d be a full house, huh.

One of the petals drifted near my hand, and I reflexively caught it.

Liam: Nice catch! I want to try too.

Harrison merely sighed as Liam leaped into the air while reaching for a petal. However–

Harrison: Your face.

Kate: Huh?

Harrison: It’s looking better than before.

I subconsciously reached for my face. Liam looked back worriedly at me.

Kate: I feel better thanks to you two. Thank you both.

At my words, Liam beamed.

Harrison: It was that geezer’s fault, wasn’t it?

Who knows, it could have been your fault, Harrison.

How did you know? (+4/+4)

…I thought I was hiding that…

Kate: How did you know?

Harrison: Whenever you have a lot on your mind or something’s bothering you, it’s almost always related to Victor.

Liam: You never noticed? Liam: We don’t know exactly what happened, but if there’s anything bothering you, you can always talk to us. Liam: You can rely on us when you’re feeling down.

Liam’s words reminded me of Roger’s earlier.

Roger: I’m not gonna force you to answer. But if talking about it will help, I’ll listen. Roger: If anything happened to you, we’re not going to sit back, alright?

Kate: Roger said something like that just now.

The two of them exchanged a look.

Liam: A lot of things have happened ever since you joined, but you’re one of us, Kate. Liam: So whenever you’re in trouble, we want to help you. And if there’s something bothering you, you can talk to us anytime. Liam: Isn’t that right, Harry?

Harrison: Well, I guess we are getting used to having you around. Harrison: Like Liam said, even though they might not say it to your face, everyone’s been worried about you. Harrison: I believe it’s because you take your job as Fairytale Keeper seriously. Harrison: Everyone recognizes the hard work you’ve been doing.

Even amidst the music and cheers of the crowd, their words rang loud and clear. I was deeply touched.

(I didn’t even realize when they started acknowledging me.)

William: I extend to you an invitation to tonight’s banquet. Your name, dear guest? That night, I stumbled onto a secret I shouldn’t have known. Victor: From now on, you will be Crown’s “Fairytale Keeper”.

Because of the invitation that William extended on a whim, and because of Victor’s declaration, I couldn’t even sleep that first night out of fear and anxiety, and I worried constantly about whether I’d be killed or not. If I told the Kate from that night how much things would change in just three weeks, and how close I am with Crown now, she’d never believe me. This time it was tears of happiness that filled my vision, and I looked down.

(I’m actually kind of sad that my time with Crown is almost up.)

I was so happy to be acknowledged by Crown that I was now feeling sad that the time I had so dearly wished for at first was approaching.

Harrison: You know, if you wanted to give the old man a slap or two, I’m pretty sure everyone would help.

Kate: No! I don’t want that!

I snapped my head back up at Harrison’s words, only to see their grinning faces.

Harrison: Finally looked up.

Kate: Ah…

Liam: Cute girls shouldn’t keep their faces hidden!

Just like sunlight, their kindness warmed my heart.

Kate: Thank you, both of you.

As I expressed my gratitude, their smiles grew satisfied.

(I should tell Victor how grateful I am to him too. Properly, this time.)

I could picture Victor in his office, smiling warmly as always. He’d smile when thanked, and offer comforting words when I was feeling sad. I’d heard him thank me and apologize to me so many times.

(I absolutely cannot let things stay as they are.)

I put my fist to my chest and resolved to do something about it.

(I’ll find him, and I’ll tell him.)

For some reason, Liam and Harrison seemed surprised when they looked at me.

Kate: ? What’s wrong?

Harrison: Nothing…

They exchanged another glance, this one seemed relieved.

Liam: Nothing at all!

Liam sounded pleased as he shook his head and turned his attention back to the parade. It appeared as though the circus troupe was gathering in the main road, striking one final pose as a group. And then–

In broad daylight, the sound of an explosion ripped through London, loud enough to burst my eardrums.

Kate: What-

The explosion sent the crowd into a panic as everyone scrambled to flee.

Man’s voice: Run!

Woman’s voice: Out of the way, get out of the way!

Lost child’s voice: Papa! Mama! Where are you!

The crowd turned into a stampede of desperate fleeing people, turning the streets into an utter mess.

Caught in the middle of the chaos, I couldn’t move.

Kate: Ah… hah…

My breaths grew shallower and shallower. The panicking crowd seemed to move in slow motion.

Pastor’s Voice: Hurry, run! Crying child’s voice: Mama! Mama!

Kate: …No…

I was frozen in place. The sound of the explosion echoed over and over again in my head.

Kate: Agh!

Panicking Man: Out of the way, don’t just stand there!

I lost my balance as I was shoved aside by the man, and was swallowed by the swarm of people.

Liam: Kate!

I lost sight of Liam’s outstretched hand in the blink of an eye. Tossed around and shoved every which way, I was eventually thrown against a wall. As another explosion rang out, smoke began to rise in the distance. My body slumped against the wall.

Kate: Ah…

(I’m scared.)

The sound of the explosion stirred up the scars left in my memory and I found that I couldn’t breathe.

(Someone…) (Someone, please, anyone…!)

There was only one name that I managed to force out of my lips.

Kate: …Victor…

I squeezed my eyes shut out of fear. And then–

Victor: Kate!

Looking up, I saw Victor, frantically pushing through the crowd and sweat dripping down his forehead as he ran towards me.

Kate: !

He pulled me close to him and covered my ears. With my cheek pressed to his shirt, I could smell his night-like scent, and feel his warmth. My shivering subsided, just a little.

Victor: You’ll be okay. I’m here.

He moved his fingers just enough to let me hear what he said, and then he covered my ears again.

Kate: I- I’m… okay…

I was okay. I repeated it over and over again as I clung to him. When he noticed, he hugged me even tighter. I don’t know how much time passed like that. Gradually, I stopped hearing voices or other noises, and Victor pulled away just a little.

Victor: Deep breaths now. Slowly, take it slow.

Following Victor’s guidance, I sucked in a shaky breath. After several deep breaths, my breathing began to even out, and Victor put one arm under my knees.

Victor: Keep your eyes closed until I tell you it’s safe to open them, okay?

I nodded weakly, and closed my eyes. I felt myself being lifted into the air. Realizing that I was being carried by his strong arms, I looped my arms around his neck. I could no longer hear any explosions.

Premium Story: The “I Love You” Sealed Away With a Single Kiss

I was gently set down. When I slowly opened my eyes, I could see Victor kneeling in front of me.

Victor: You’re fine now. It’s okay.

He had propped me up against the back wall of the building, which faced out into an alley. I let go of his neck and wrapped my arms around myself.

Kate: …Thank you for saving me.

My fingers were still trembling as I held onto myself and thanked Victor. He let out a small breath. And gently, he covered my hands with his own. His hands were so warm. I could feel myself calming down as he held them.

Kate: Why were you here?

Victor: I was actually doing some reconnaissance with William.

Kate: Reconnaissance?

Victor: We were looking for the source of the explosions.

“Explosions.” A jolt ran through my body at that simple word. As I took deep breaths, I realized that Victor was rubbing gentle circles into the back of my hands as he continued.

Victor: It’s all speculation at the moment, but we suspect that this was premeditated by an organization.

(That’s…)

The sound of the explosions, the stampede of desperate people, all of it was like a scene out of hell itself.

Victor: I’ve asked the Yard to provide security while we investigated in the background. Victor: However, we weren’t able to obtain much information. Nothing more than rumors, anyway. Victor: To think that this would happen now…

He bit his lip, grief and helplessness evident in his expression, powerful enough to make me feel the same.

Victor: The perpetrators waited until the end of the parade where everyone would be gathered in one location before carrying out their crime. Victor: I will not let this pass.

(Was there anyone caught in the explosions…?)

I realized that the best thing to do right now would be to meet up with William and continue to investigate, However I couldn’t make my legs move.

Victor: It’s alright. William is on his way, so don’t worry.

After a while, I felt calm enough to speak.

Kate: …A few years ago, I was caught in similar explosions when I was at a church.

Victor shifted ever so slightly.

Kate: At that time I was so desperate to escape that I didn’t realize… Kate: Whenever I hear similar sounds, it reminds me of that day.

My laugh must have sounded pitiful.

Kate: But I’m okay now, thanks to you.

The expression on his face as he watched me was achingly sad.

Kate: I’m sorry for the awful things I said to you. I wanted to say thank you for rescuing me from that conversation with Darius.

I finally managed to tell him what I really wanted to say, but he remained silent.

Kate: I didn’t mean that I wish we had never met. Kate: I was just frustrated that I didn’t know so much, and when I finally found out, I didn’t know what to think or what to do. Kate: I was upset that you wouldn’t tell me, and I crossed a line. I’m sorry I hurt you. Kate: I’m really, really sorry.

(But…)

Kate: Meeting you has brought me more happiness than sorrow.

I overstep and hurt him, and get hurt in turn. But I truly didn’t believe that I’d be happier if we had never met in the first place.

Kate: Because I lo–

I was about to confess. And then– I felt something soft press against my lips, and my world was filled with him. He was kissing me.

Kate: Wha-

I didn’t expect his tongue to slip into my mouth. I tried to back away, but his hand against the back of my head prevented me from moving away.

Kate: Nnn…

His tongue slid against my teeth and then tangled with mine. He was kissing me so deeply that I thought I might pass out from lack of air. Everything felt so good that my mind was going blank. Just as I was on the brink of passing out, I felt his hand slip under the hem of my skirt, inching up my thigh.

Kate: Ah-

His finger rubbed against the crotch of my underwear. I was struck by a bolt of pleasure and could feel myself growing wet. My eyes flew open, and his jewel-like eyes were staring right at me. Desire flickered in his gaze as our kiss deepened. My heart squeezed when he narrowed his eyes.

(Does he also…?)

All my pain, all my anguish, I wanted to forget everything as I surrendered myself to this pleasure. I wished that time would stop, so this moment of mutual desire would last forever. Unable to form a coherent thought because of the kiss, I tried to press closer towards him. But his expression grew pained.

Kate: …ah…

And he broke away. I stared at his parted lips, but then his cold gaze pierced straight through me.

Victor: Is that enough?

Kate: What…

His voice was emotionless, sapping me of any lingering warmth.

Victor: There’s one more week until your promise is fulfilled. Victor: Forget everything, and return to your old life.

Kate: But I–

Victor: Kate.

This was a rejection. He was drawing another invisible line between us. “Not another step further.” I couldn’t look into his eyes any more, and bit my lip as I dropped my gazel.

Kate: …You don’t have to accept my feelings.

I’d thought the same ever since I learned of his past.

Kate: I just don’t want you to give up on your life as ‘Victor’. Kate: I know this is an unreasonable request. Kate: But I wish that you can live freely.

Even if we were to be parted, even if I were to be forgotten, Even if we were never to meet again.

Kate: I want you to be happy.

Because I love you. Because I had fallen hopelessly in love. He had so much to bear that adding this wish was an unreasonable burden. I knew that. But I just wanted him to be happy as a person, instead of as a symbol. I will always continue to wish for a future where he can smile with joy. …Even if that future didn’t include me.

Victor: I have already discarded that life. Victor: It has been gone for a long, long time.

Wordlessly, he stood and extended a hand to me. And just as silently, I took it and pulled myself to my feet. As he turned and started walking, I held back my tears and followed him. And although I knew the sensation of his hand in mine was familiar, I felt as though I had also felt something like this, a long, long time ago.

#ikemen villains #my translation #victor (ikevil)

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darksisterk · 10 months ago

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Let’s get this straight in HOTD ship discourse:

Out of all the so-called “perverted” ships in the show, we could name quite a few to be honest.. Daemon/Rhaenyra’s age-gap is close to 20 years apart. We had scenes of them with implied sexual tension even when Rhaenyra was only 14 in episode 1, yet no one seemed to have a problem with that. Viserys/Alicent..we won’t even talk about the age-gap between these two because it’s just absurd, but it is an arranged marriage. Yet again, most people don’t seem to have a problem with this.

Aemond/Alys, or Daemon/Alys, the largest age-gap thus far considering Gayle Rankin claims that Alys is nearly 400 years old beneath her glimmer.

Lastly Aemond/Lucerys, these two have the least of the age-gaps as they are only 3 years apart and yet people still call this the most “monstrous” of all the ships in show-verse. I get it, Elliot, who plays Luke is far younger than Ewan, so the age disparity is more obvious than it should be in canon, but so was Matt Smith and Milly Alcock when they portrayed Daemon/Rhaenyra…Let’s be real though, the main reason people are offended by this pairing is because it’s a queer ship. Had Lucerys been a girl there wouldn’t be near as much affront. I know a lot of talented, amazing individuals who have written for this ship..particularly aged-up Aemond/Lucerys and none of them deserve the hate directed towards them nor their work when there are far more disturbing ships in the show. Not everyone who supports this pairing condone fanart/works portraying the underage actor. So let’s stop acting like everyone who ships Lucerys/Aemond is demon spawn for seven hells sake. 🤝

#hotd ship discourse #house of the dragon #hotd #daemyra #lucemond #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #alys rivers #viserys targaryen #alicent hightower

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padfootagain · 11 months ago

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Only an Almost (XIV)

Chapter 14: Heartbreak

Hi! Here comes a new chapter!

Alright, buckle up! We’re up for a wild ride! We are reaching the heights of the angsty mess, from this chapter all the way to chapter 17. Is our girl going to be an asshole? Yes, I’m afraid she’s about to fuck up big time...

Apologies for all the damage that is about to be made in this chapter.

It’s also the first chapter I wrote for this fic! It all started with this mess…

I hope you’ll like this chapter! Please, tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader, friends with benefits AU

Warning: No explicit smut or nsfw content, but there are sexual themes and heavy make-out sessions (it’s a friends with benefits AU, I can’t really escape it), so 18+ only!

Summary: Andrew has been in love with you for years, and yet he has never confessed his feelings. But a night out celebrating the engagement of his best friend changes everything. However, you don't seem ready to be with him just yet. You make him an offer that he can't refuse... but will certainly regret.

Word Count : 3450

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

It was 11pm, which was early for a night owl such as Andrew, but late for his friends. Neither Sam nor Daphne were nocturnal creatures, and so Andrew answered his phone in a hurry when Sam’s name appeared on the screen. Something had to be wrong. He suddenly wondered where he had put his car keys, in case he needed to leave in a hurry.

“Hello? Andy? It’s me. It’s Sam.”

“Yeah, I know, are you alright?” he asked with worry making his voice deeper than usual, pausing the tv-show he was watching, lounging on his comfortable sofa.

“Yeah, yeah…”

“It’s 11pm, is there something wrong? Is Daphne okay?”

“What? Oh, no! Don’t worry, we’re both fine!”

Andrew heaved a relieved sigh.

“God, don’t scare the shit out of me like that ever again…”

“Did I wake you? I thought you never went to sleep before dawn.”

“Vampires tend to do that indeed.”

“Whose blood did you drink this week?”

Andrew wanted to answer, but he heard Daphne pestering Sam about not having much time, and he merely frowned instead.

“Right… sorry, darling…” Sam mumbled through the phone. “Are you alone, Andy?”

“Erm… yes…?”

“Okay, erm… it’s… it’s about Y/N.”

Andrew sat straighter this time.

“Y/N? Is she okay? Did something happen?”

“No, no… I mean… she’s fine, but…”

“For fuck’s sake, Sam! Spit it out! What’s going on?”

“Look I… I know that you said that I couldn’t tell Daphne about you and Y/N… but Y/N told her, so we’ve talked about you two together…”

Andrew rolled his eyes, lying back down, resting his head on the armrest of the couch.

“It’s alright, Sam… I knew you’d break it to her sooner or later anyway.”

“No, Andy… look… have you talked to Y/N lately?”

Andrew frowned.

“Erm… I don’t know… about… three days ago. Why?”

“I think you should talk to her.”

“Why? Sam, what is it?”

There was a short silence, while the couple exchanged a glance, no doubt.

“Daphne thinks she might take a terrible decision,” Sam answered.

“What kind of decision? What are you talking about?”

Andrew was growing annoyed at this game of riddles. If something was wrong, he ought to know what it was…

But even if he insisted some more, Sam refused to speak.

“Just… call her, and tell her you love her. Tell her to choose you.”

“’Choose’ me? What do you mean?”

“Just… do it tomorrow, will you?”

“Alright, alright. I’ll call her tomorrow.”

“Good… good…”

When he hung up, Andrew stared at the ceiling for a while.

Choose me?

Andrew didn’t need to call you the next day. You were the one to call, and ask him if he was free tonight. You didn’t offer an activity, like you usually would: a movie on Netflix, the cinema, a walk, going to the beach, eating together… There was little ambiguity to the reason behind your demand, and Andrew wasn’t sure whether he was flattered or vexed by it.

He warned you that he wanted to talk to you about something tonight though, and you agreed. You had something to ‘discuss’ with him too. His heart dropped as you spoke those words through the phone. It ought to be some kind of bad news. Or maybe not. Maybe he was reading too much into this, and you meant… to talk about the upcoming wedding, or your job, or… something else entirely. He wondered if you knew that he meant to tell you that he felt more for you than what he had let on.

He parked his car in front of your house, but didn’t climb out just yet. First, he ran through his speech one last time.

I know that you are not looking for a relationship at the moment. But I want more than just sex when it comes to you. To us. Our arrangement can’t go on like this. Again, I understand that you are not in a position now where you want to be in a relationship. And that’s okay. If you tell me that you could give us a chance, I will wait for you. I’ll wait until you’re ready, until your job is more stable and you’ve figured things out in your life. I’ll wait until you want a relationship with me. I have feelings for you, feelings that go beyond a casual fling. And that’s the reason why I’m asking you now to give me a chance. To give us a proper chance…

No l-word yet, you might freak out if he used it. But this speech seemed good enough. Short, to the point. He had written six versions of it this morning.

He took a deep breath, before finally climbing out of his car and walking up to your house.

You were quick to unlock your door and welcome him in. You looked lovely tonight. But then, you were always beautiful…

You went through some meaningless chit-chat while Andrew took off his coat and shoes and followed you down the hall to your kitchen.

You offered him tea without asking if he wanted one. It was late afternoon, but not quite dinner time yet. He could have used some alcohol, but it would have been impolite to ask for some, so he thanked you when you handed him his favourite mug with two teabags plunged in warm water. He leaned against your kitchen counter, his back to your tiny window and your sink while you were facing him, a couple of steps away.

“You… you wanted us to talk about something,” Andrew reminded you, taking a sip of the warm beverage. “And I wanted to talk to you too, so… who should start?”

You were growing nervous, the signs were obvious. In your modern kitchen, there was a window above the sink that let in some golden light. The photons embraced your form, in a way that made Andrew’s heart skip a few beats.

You pushed back some hair behind your ear, pulled on the sleeves of your jumper. Andrew frowned at the sight.

“You’re alright? I can start…”

“No, I… I reckon I should start.”

“Okay.”

He was nervous beyond reason and measure. Andrew dried his clammy palms on his jeans, tried to breathe deeply through his nose, but his heart kept on pounding and his stomach was turning into knots…

You stared at each other for a moment, him expectant and you hesitant. He raised an eyebrow as a silent encouragement for you to speak, but you merely bit on your lower lip.

But then you heaved a sigh, crossed the distance between your bodies in a hurry. Andrew barely had time to blink, and you had grabbed him by the collar, pulling him down to you while you rose to your tiptoes so you could slam your lips to his. But kissing you was a habit by now, and a delicious one too. Andrew’s body was reacting on instinct as he kissed you back, messy and passionate and breathtaking. Your teeth bumped into his in your passion, but he didn’t mind. It was easy to deepen the kiss instead, cradle your face in his hands while you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, closer, always closer.

You were making his brain short-circuit, despite the important talk he wanted to have with you. You were everywhere, blurring his senses, making all traces of reason disappear…

Only when he felt your fingers travel down his chest and towards his belt did he stop you, pulling away.

“Wait, wait… stop…”

You immediately took a step back, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“You’re okay?”

“Yeah… yeah… I… look, we… We wanted to talk, like… I think we should, erm, talk before we…”

“Or we can have sex, and talk after that.”

“Is that wise?”

“Do we really need to be wise?”

It was tempting. Too tempting to resist. God, he couldn’t think about anything else but your lips, how inviting they looked, how he wanted to kiss your neck too, he could feel his fingers tickle at the thought of touching all these places of your body, entire landscapes of bare skin…

He blinked a couple of times, struggled to swallow, trying to calm down. But blood was pulsing in his ears, and when he tried to remember his carefully-crafted speech, he couldn’t remember a word…

Fuck all of this…

“Alright,” he nodded. “But we talk tonight… cause it’s important…”

“Deal. Deal. Can I kiss you now?”

“Yes… God, yes, please… please, kiss me…”

You were back in his arms in a second, hands in his hair at first, while his travelled along your frame, from chest to hips and arse, feeling your shape through your clothes. You detached your lips from his to take his hand and guide him to your bedroom.

“We should get dressed to talk,” Andrew proposed, his breathing finally settling back into a regular rhythm.

He threw his condom away in the tiny bean next to the door of your bathroom. He grabbed his underwear as he walked back to your bed and handed you your large jumper.

“You’re too beautiful not to be distracting,” he chuckled, only half-joking, while you put on the piece of garment he was giving you.

He noticed how you looked away, how you seemed uncomfortable, all of a sudden. Instead of joining you in bed once more, Andrew sat down on the edge of the mattress, right next to you.

“So… who should begin?” he asked, voice soft and a little timid. “I… like… actually, I think I should…”

“Andy, I… I think you should get dressed.”

He frowned at that remark, or rather… he frowned at the tone you used. Cold and distant, whispered, and your eyes were still fleeing his.

“Why? Am I distracting too?” he asked with a charming smile, forcing a chuckle out. But you didn’t laugh, merely brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Andrew’s nervous smile soon crumbled.

“Right,” he let out in a breath, blushing hard now, heart racing.

He grabbed his undershirt, slowly put it on while trying to swallow back the lump in his throat.

“Look, I… We should talk about… this arrangement of ours…” he started, but you interrupted him, blurting out words he wasn’t expecting so fast he second-guessed if he had heard you right.

“We need to stop sleeping together.”

He was half-bent to grab his pants when you spoke. He froze, looking up at you, cursing at his long hair when it fell before his eyes and hid you away. He stood back up in a jolt.

“What?”

“We… we need to stop this arrangement. Things have changed.”

And all of a sudden there was hope again, brighter than a sun and blinding every bit of reason in him… And he fell for it. No matter the odds, he fell for it, flew straight to it like a moth ready to be burned at the pyre of your flames…

“Right… things have changed for me too. So, actually, I do think that we need to change things between us…”

“I have a date next week.”

He froze again. Stared at you, too stunned to say a thing, too stunned to protest or ask any question or even comprehend what you were saying.

“I… I have a date with a coworker, Maggie. Next week. So… we should stop this… We said we would if we wanted to try something with someone else…”

A date? Next week? Maggie?

You… you wanted to date again… just… not him…

“But… we’ve just had sex,” breathed Andrew.

It sounded stupid and he knew it, and yet these were the only words he could summon now. The first that came to mind, the only protest he could find.

There were too many emotions all at once. It felt… like falling… falling forever… like the ground being stolen from under his feet. He had no air left in his lungs, and he had forgotten how to breathe.

“Yeah… it wasn’t planned. But I… I just… Maybe I shouldn’t have done that…”

His lip trembled, but his cheeks were still dry.

You were regretting him now?

“I think I just… wanted one last moment with you. Before we’d stop and I would date someone else.”

“So… you… you have a date?”

“Yes, I have a date with Maggie.”

“What do you mean, you have a date with Maggie? Who the fuck is Maggie?”

Andrew stared at you as he was about to cry, and he couldn’t help it. He blinked tears away, but they lingered at the edges of his eyes, ready to fall at your words.

“She’s nice. She works at HR, she’s a secretary. She asked me out, and… I don’t know, I said yes. So… I think we should stop this arrangement.”

“Oh…”

At long last, the information was being recorded in his brain. Andrew shook himself back to earth, turned around, fleeing you and your beautiful eyes, hurrying to put his trousers back on. He almost fell in the process, already looking for his shirt. He felt so exposed like this, so vulnerable, so flawed…

You were going on a date… with someone else… because you didn’t want to date him… he was the fucking problem. He was all along…

“I just… it was… good.”

He nodded, but didn’t let out a sound.

He couldn’t look at you. He would start crying if he did. He needed to run away as fast as he could…

“And she’s nice, you know? And… just… easy. Not like, easy to sleep with, but…”

“I understand.”

Of course, he did. Same argument all over again. And he couldn’t blame you, how could he?

But what if he dropped everything? What if he stopped touring? Stopped the whole music thing?

He thought about what you looked like right now, perfect and dishevelled and still gently glowing after the efforts of love-making. Absolutely perfect. Yeah… yeah… You deserved better than him, no matter the touring or the staying…

“Andy… are you angry?”

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t start acknowledging his feelings now. He would start crying if he did.

Where the fuck was his sock?

“I loved the nights we had together,” you went on, apparently unaware of the daggers each of your words planted through his heart, and for the first time in the long years the two of you had known each other, he wanted to stop hearing your voice.

You seemed to need to fill up the silence that Andrew was trying to maintain. Perhaps it was a way to reach out, perhaps it was a way to keep him at bay. He wasn’t certain about that.

“It was nice.”

Where was that fucking sock?!

“Andy?”

He put on his jumper, abandoning the thought of his black sock. He couldn’t lose any more time, he couldn’t breathe properly anymore…

“You’re okay? Can you say something?”

Silence. Only the rubbing of fabric against fabric as Andrew was getting ready to leave. He only had to grab his shoes and jacket in your hallway.

“Andy, wait!”

But he was already outside of your bedroom.

“You can’t be mad at me! We agreed about this, Andy! We agreed that… that… this was nothing but sex! It didn’t mean anything.”

He was blinded by tears when he reached for your doorknob, unlocking the door without seeing the keys he was turning in the lock.

“Andy! Where are you going? Stop! We need to talk about this!”

He shrugged you off when you reached for him.

“Andy!”

But then he was shutting the door behind him, his movement so harsh it shook the doorframe. He hurried to his car while he dried his eyes, refusing to crumble now, in the alley leading to your house.

He drove blindly, unaware of a destination, of a will behind the turns he took and the roads he chose. The words kept ringing in his ears, he couldn’t shut them out, they played on repeat in his busy mind…

This was nothing but sex.

It didn’t mean anything.

Did it not? The way you touched him, the way you kissed him, the way you held him… did it not mean something?!

His hold tightened on the wheel. His jaw clenched until it was painful, until he could hear it.

Nothing. The tenderness in your touch, the fondness in your gaze, the sighs on your lips. The way you held him after it was done, like you needed him to land again gently on the ground, like you held onto a dream before it faded. How you stared into his soul when you connected in the most intimate way possible. How you laughed together until none of you could breathe, how you talked for hours about the most meaningless things and the most intimate parts of your lives. How you let him be yours, how you almost let yourself be his…

Only an almost…

He parked the car before a house he had always called home, and it was only then that he realised where he was. He stared at the familiar door of his parents’ house, the curtains behind the windows, the light that came through them.

So, you had let him love you, and it meant nothing at all?

He turned off the engines, stared at the house for a suspended moment. What would he do now? He couldn’t possibly face you again after this. He was about to lose you for good; because after having a taste of what loving you felt like, he couldn’t go back to being a mere friend. No… no, he wasn’t strong enough for that. For seeing you happy with someone else, knowing that you held him close for a moment only to let him go, because he wasn’t enough.

He picked up his phone, ready to do something stupid, something he would regret the second his thumb would press send. He typed the text under your name.

If I gave up on touring, if I stayed home… would you give me a chance? Would I be enough if I weren’t just a ghost?

He heaved a sigh, resting his head against his seat, head tilted upwards in his exhale. He blinked tears away, staring at the dark ceiling of his car.

Did you really feel nothing now? Did it not hurt at all for you? Not even a little bit? Not at all?

Andrew didn’t press send. He deleted the text, opened the door, climbed out of the car and into the street bathed in an inky darkness and orange streetlights. His feet guided him to the safest place on Earth while he tugged his phone into his pocket. His right foot was hurting in his shoe without a sock on. He didn’t even notice.

It took his mother a moment to open the door, nothing surprising at this hour. She saw him through the glass of the backdoor, and her eyes grew round. Andrew finally noticed he was crying.

The door opened in a hurry, bumping into Raine’s foot in the process.

“Andy? Honey, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

His lower lip trembled as he stared at his mother, hands digging further into his pockets, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His throat was too tight to speak.

“Honey, what’s wrong? Tell me. Tell me what’s wrong?”

She narrowed her eyes a little as she guessed, aiming straight for his heart.

“Is it Y/N?”

He opened his mouth to answer but all that he could let out was a sob. His legs were shaking, he could feel all of his strength leaving his body. He barely registered his own moevements as he bent into his mother’s arms, folding around her frame.

“Oh, Andy… here, it’s alright. It’s gonna be okay, darling. It’s okay. I’m here, I’m here…”

She rubbed his back, in this soothing movement that had never failed to appease him ever since he was a child. His voice was a hoarse whisper when he let out the most painful words he had ever pronounced.

“She doesn’t love me, mom. She doesn’t feel anything… What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do without her?”

She let him cry for a moment longer, his father calling from the living room to know who was at the door. Raine merely answered with her son’s name, and gently pushed him upwards so he would stand straighter again.

“Well, for a start, I’m going to make you a cup of tea, with a lot of honey. And then, we’ll figure out the rest.”

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #the hoziest #hozier x reader #hozier x you #hozier x y/n #hozier x fem!reader #hozier fanfiction #hozier fanfic #hozier series #series #fanfiction #fanfic #writing

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theemporium · 10 months ago

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💚14 with luke hughes for the 10k celly pls! (congrats!!)

btw i did put this in the mob au!! thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

10. “I don’t like them all looking at you."

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Luke Hughes didn’t consider you to be a particularly possessive person.

Then again, he was also completely oblivious to his feelings for you being requited for months so maybe he wasn’t the best person to make judgements.

But even so, he never considered you to be possessive in the way he had seen other people in his life. He had seen Jack’s hot streak of jealousy when it came to Doc, the way the boy got clingy and pouty and a bit of a brat when he didn’t have her full attention. He knew Rogue was not someone to mess with when it came to Nico, and he had seen her put people in their place many times because of it. He had even seen it in John, despite how quiet and reserved the boy seemed.

He never once thought you would be like that, not really.

Not in this way.

Your relationship wasn’t exactly something either of you advertised, considering both of you were fairly private people, even to those close to you. Though, it would only take someone with a pair of eyes to see how the two of you looked at each other, it wasn’t something you shoved in people’s faces.

Hence why Luke tried to keep his ‘googly heart eyes’ (as Jack refers to them) to a minimum as he made his way into the club.

“Back again?”

Luke gave the older woman behind the bar a polite smile. “Hi, Georgia.”

“Has Nico sent you again?” Georgia asked, a knowing look in her eyes as she threw the dishcloth over her shoulder. “Or have you come to distract my girls again?”

“Boss wanted some information from a client the other night,” Luke said, which was not a lie. He had actually been sent down to the club for a reason. It was just a perk he got to see you during your shift. “Not here to be a bother.”

“Uh huh,” she hummed, nodding over his shoulder. “Tell that to them.”

Luke turned his head, finding a few of the dancers lingering by the stage. It was still an hour or so before the club opened, meaning the place was empty except for the workers. Though, Luke just gave the scantily clad girls an awkward wave before turning back to Georgia.

“You’re like fresh meat to them,” Georgia snorted. “They smell your fear.”

“I’m not scared of them,” Luke retorted, though his laugh was a little strained. “I just—”

“I’ve got him from here, Georgia.”

He barely got a chance to say goodbye to the woman when he felt a hand wrap around his wrist, tugging him in the direction of the changing rooms at the back of the club. However, his instinct to pull away completely washed away when he saw you pulling him away from the main area of the club, your brows furrowed and lips turned downwards.

Luke frowned. “Are you okay—woah!”

He stumbled into your room, looking back at you with wide eyes as you closed the door. He paused for a moment, just watching you as you locked the door before letting out a heavy sigh and turning to him. You wasted no time closing the distance between you, winding your arms around his middle as you pressed your cheek against his chest.

“Star, baby,” he murmured as he wrapped his arms around you. “Are you okay? What’s happened? Was it—”

“I don’t like them all looking at you,” you mumbled against his shirt as your hold on him tightened.

“Oh,” Luke paused for a moment before a small grin grew on his face. “You’re jealous?”

You lifted your head to narrow your eyes at him. “They are vultures.”

“Uh huh,” he grinned down at you, lifting his hands to cup your face. “Well, unlucky for them, I’m here to see my favourite dancer.”

You raised your brows. “Just your favourite dancer?”

“She happens to be my girlfriend too,” he added with a casual shrug, something warming in his chest at your smile. He leaned down to peck your lips. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

“No, really, it’s cute. You look murderous—”

“I’ll murder you.”

“And you’ll look cute when you do it.”

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14DWY As a Drama AU

Hey remember when I said I’d post this in February oopsies!! (don’t ask me about demon!ren i will cry)

Open at your own risk this thing is LONG. Tried to give everyone at least a little something! upon putting this in my drafts i realized olivia exists i'll add her at some point uhhh. Also you can tell how much I love Elanor... hehe

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

The cult classic romantic thriller, 14 Days With You, is now a drama! Coming to all your favorite streaming platforms this summer. A whirlwind romance gone right and wrong that you DON’T want to miss.

Cast List

[REDACTED]

🖤 Quiet kid that used the after school theater program to delay returning home. Never wanted to perform, but loved doing costumes, make up, and correcting others (in his mind) on how to portray their roles.

🖤 Spent a little extra time perfecting the costumes of a certain someone who didn't even know they existed. He always traded house chores with his sister so she'd sit in the audience to solely film Tree #2's performance.

🖤 Was an apprentice special effects makeup artist after graduation at first, particularly for horror films, but it didn't exactly pay the bills when they left home.

🖤 Easily rose to the top in their acting career due to his dedication for crafting characters to perfection.

🖤 Dolly Parton/Lady Gaga-esque in their separation of work and life—completely unrecognizable in their regular civilian attire. Paparazzi have never gotten a picture of them in all their years trying.

🖤 Has zero issues getting into character, but does "method acting" on occasion to make sure people leave them alone on set. And also to fuck with directors and producers they don't like. Notoriously difficult to work with because of it + their overall attitude towards others, still gets hired somehow.

🖤 Got offered the role as the main love interest in 14DWY without an audition, thanks to a previous manipulative pink haired character he played in a film that ended up never being released. (2017 Ren because it's funny)

Angel (you!)

💜 Participated in the same after school theater program as [REDACTED] and Leon for a few semesters before you got bored of it. Curiosity for acting resurfaced later in life.

💜 Newbie actor at the recently formed talent agency of your friend. Only starred as non-speaking roles or background characters in small productions until the drama. You moved back to Corland Bay after uni for the better industry prospects.

💜 You initially auditioned for a very small role in the drama as an employee in a seaside shop at first, but somehow you wound up as the lead? (un)lucky you.

💜 Feel free to fill in the blank for any whys and hows you think of to fit your OC/self/sona as you so please <3

Elanor

💖 Normally an actress and casting director, first time as an executive producer for the drama. Dreams of bringing her own romantic screenplays to life. Hasn't quite proven herself the way she wants in the industry to feel confident enough in them.

💖 Catalyst for the drama being made. A "friend" mistakenly recommended the 14DWY book to her. She absolutely loathes all the psychological horror of it but sees the potential it has.

💖 Also the reason [REDACTED] was immediately cast, and you as well once she saw your chemistry with him while reading for a minor role. He hadn't shown a fraction of as much interest when reading lines with other potential candidates, so she decided to take the risk of an untested talent as the headliner.

💖 Refuses to use her family's name to get her stuff made. She wants her works to speak for themselves. Very picky about who she works with due to her family having hands in most of Corland's entertainment industry so she hardly gets a genuine interaction beyond ass-kissing.

💖 Always partial to working with Conan's small studio since he was the only director to give her any sort of criticism in spite of her family, as gentle and polite as it was. She still cried a little in the dressing room though.

💖 Genuine confusion when Conan wants her to act as both a producer and assist with direction. She only intended to bring it to his interest. But how could she say no to someone whose judgment and opinion she respects so much?

Conan

💖 Runs and owns a small scale studio in the Bay that seems to pick and choose its productions at random. It is in fact Alice sneaking into her dad's home office and putting scented stickers on the ones she likes. (She only reads the titles)

💖 Extremely proud of Elanor for getting so far on her own, and would take on one of her dozens of scripts no questions asked if she'd only work up the courage to show him one. So imagine his surprise when she comes to him with a romantic horror instead of one of the fairy tale romances he sees her scribbling notes on during breaks.

💖 While he’s the one with the final say, he does try to let Elanor have as much free reign as possible on the project in the hopes to boost her confidence.

Kiara

💖 A super-star actress and model that got her start in Corland’s local industry, but quickly hit it big.

💖 When she isn’t drowning in work, she’ll swing through town to check in on her sister.

💖 Desperately wants to star in one of Elanor’s productions, but respects her sister’s desire for independence. Though she does like to tease about certain casting decisions on the drama when made aware of them.

the rest of the cast are unfortunately very silly i couldn't resist

Moth

💖 Started a talent agency out of spite for the terrible castings in their favorite media. Got further invested upon realizing they could read the scripts before the movies or show adaptations were even announced.

💖 The one who pushed you to audition for a minor role in the production once the rumor about who was cast as the main love interest reaches them. They've heard all the horror stories about [REDACTED] so wanted the inside scoop. Horrified and fascinated to find out you get the lead role. It’s like watching a train wreck.

Leon

💖 Joined the theater program initially because of you, but got really into it. Moved away to attend a performing arts school until his mother got sick.

💖 Took every wacky infomercial or street performance gig he could find to pay the hospital bills until Teo found out and swooped in.

💖 Eternally grateful for the burden of financial ruin being relieved, so he always accepts the jobs Teo gets for him. He definitely won’t complain since he’s not dressed in an animal costume and shouting nonsensical slogans for cleaning products.

Teo

💖 Met Leon through a shared production and quickly bonded. Attended a different performing arts school and met Jae as a child.

💖 Almost the exact opposite of his game character purely for the funnies. Shy, introverted, can’t flirt to save his life. Still a nepo baby but he can hold his own in acting. Doesn’t like his character much, but is extremely jealous of the confidence he oozes.

💖 Leon and Jae are his only friends in the industry so he uses his sway to get them parts if they haven't already gotten a call back. Gets REALLY nervous on set for certain roles so he needs their support.

Jae

💖 Attended the same school as Teo when they were kids, and is constantly pitching intentionally bad ideas and joking on set to reassure his friend.

💖 A little bit of a thrill seeker, so does all his own small stunts if he thinks he’s capable. Stands there and gawks watching the more extreme stunts, loudest to clap when they go well.

💖 Kept bringing Maple to the shoots cause how could he even think about leaving her at home? She would occasionally break her leash and wander into a scene for head scratches and kisses. The film crew always booed when a PA came to take her off set.

Violet

💖 Completely terrible at caring for plants. Inspired by her role, she starts vlogging about her plant mom journey before shooting even begins. All her advice is completely wrong and terrible. Her personal assistant keeps her in the dark by tending to the plants themselves to fix her mistakes.

💖 Finds out she has a talent for flower arrangement, though. Does thank you vases for the cast and crew on all her future productions that last a lifetime because her PA made sure all the flowers were fake.

Exposition

(silly on set shenanigans)

🎬 Scenes get retaken quite a bit, since you’re still extremely new to it all. Most of the cast and crew expect anger out of [REDACTED] after the 4th call for a re-shoot on the first day’s library scene, but he’s surprisingly cracking jokes about his dye job and reassuring you that you’re doing great. The infamously ill-tempered actor is smiling somehow… even being patient? Not glaring down his co-star for minor slip ups? They cannot recognize this person.

🎬 Violet and [REDACTED] naturally butt heads on set. She respects their acting, not the actor. Zero hesitation to snap back if he’s getting snarky with a PA. You’re the one people have to beg to separate them, and you’re completely baffled that [REDACTED] doesn’t treat others as nicely as he treats you.

🎬 Even though Elanor is a nervous wreck about the first real thing to ultimately make or break her career, she’s scarily efficient on set—as long as no one distracts her. She does get sidetracked once in a while, only because she loves chatting and answering any questions the cast or crew might have. She even brings one of her own cats to set during a slower day to see if they can get along with Maple. Leaves Conan in charge when the horror scenes are being shot. They’re both put off by how vivid they feel, but Conan at least can grin and bear it.

🎬 You and Leon manage to catch up on set while [REDACTED] is otherwise occupied shooting said horror scenes. You tease him about a few infomercials you saw when looking up his actor reel, and Leon teases you back about your unlucky streak of being a tree or a rock in every play the theater program put on when y’all were younger. Laughs even harder once he finds out your most prominent roles until then were “unnamed zombie #5 at the bottom of the pile” and “sleeping train passenger.”

🎬 Try as he might, [REDACTED] doesn’t convince Elanor to change up a few crucial parts of the script for his benefit. His offhand threats of leaving the production fall on deaf ears, as she is all too happy to do re-shoots to make Teo the lead. His innocent hints to you about the shoddy script fly over your head for some reason! You love how it's turning out, what does he mean?

🎬 Super shy Teo prefaces and warns his co-stars before acting in every scene of his character being excessively flirty. Most of the actors have worked with him at some point or another beforehand, so they let him go through his routine without issue. Some crew members love the whiplash of him switching between overly courteous and smarmy, others vastly prefer the flirty character and mourn the loss as production comes to a close.

The Build Up

📺 The higher ups pressure Violet to start a short-lived streaming career to boost interest, since she’s hopeless with plants. She amasses a cult following for her MMO reviews, blind raids on new patches, and her wild ride of a Minecraft playthrough. In the end she winds up preferring to play games off stream, but once in a blue moon she’ll do a first time raid stream so her more dedicated fans can join and watch her alliance get wiped. Creative trolling is highly encouraged.

📺 Teo, Jae, and Leon appear on a late night TV show for promotion. It was meant to be for Teo and [REDACTED] at first. (Where’s the leading lover? [REDACTED] refused all promo appearances or sit downs without you being involved in them.) The host plays a clip that Teo’s particularly embarrassed about, and he hides his face in shame when the crowd hoots and hollers praise about his portrayal.

📺 [REDACTED] comes across as doting and overprotective of you once you’re pushed into the spotlight of celebrity, and shows increasingly concerning behaviors as the premiere looms closer. Depending on your response, they’ll back off to a point or dial it up. Interviewers and consumers mistake it as the eccentric actor’s “method acting” so the red flags just slide right past.

📺 Elanor and Conan guest star in a podcast for off-the-cuff romance enthusiasts. Their strangely cagey and joking comments like “there were so many retakes we couldn’t keep track of what was meant to be the actors messing around or part of the final cuts,” and “we’ve actually sent all the reviewers 1 of 14 versions with completely different endings,” leave listeners all the more curious to see the film.

The Climax

🎉 Reception is huge, in good ways for most. The majority of the cast see a surge in popularity if they didn’t already from the hype.

🎉 Teo bemoans his endless offerings for sarcastic pretty boy jobs, Leon makes enough to get picky about his roles (and pay Teo back), Jae somehow cons a studio into an action film starring Maple—and subsequently adopts every single one of her stunt doubles.

🎉 Moth throws the agency away to start adapting anime and manga themselves. Elanor finally feels validated enough to bring one of her romantic screenplays to the big screen, starring her sister Kiara and a very enthusiastic Violet as the leading couple.

🎉 Conan’s studio is overloaded with scripts, and Alice runs out of scented stickers that much quicker. They are severely backlogged send help.

🎉 One determined conspiracy theorist sets out to prove those missing 13 versions of the ending are real, based on minor cuts and inconsistencies purposefully left in the public release.

The End, Roll Credits

choose your own ending

Bad End 💔 - A Falling Star

💔 If you respond negatively to [REDACTED]’s demeanor during shoots and promo: he plays the waiting game, uses his connections and blackmail to make sure all your roles without his name attached don’t garner nearly as much attention as the ones where you’re co-stars.

💔 Your negotiating power quickly plummets as you fall out of demand and end up begging just for the non-speaking roles you once loathed.

💔 The careers of anyone you got close to on set fall apart much faster than yours, before they’re outright blacklisted in the industry.

💔 You begrudgingly call up your last option. He can’t do much for your friends, but their offer to help you make a comeback is always open.

Neutral End 💌 - Just One More Try

💌 If you respond indifferently to [REDACTED]’s demeanor: the drama leads to you getting more offers, though a handful are for playing opposite of [REDACTED], as the on-screen chemistry was too much for studios to ignore for cash grabs.

💌 Elanor has rid herself of the drama’s subsequent rights, despite positive reception, so a sequel sprouts up in the works at a different studio. One that doesn’t mind catering to the whims of their actors when it comes to script integrity.

💌 You arrive on the set to find that not just one, but all of your cast mates except for them were written to have much smaller parts in the sequel. In fact, you rarely find a scene in the revised script where [REDACTED] isn’t alongside you.

💌 Sadly the contract is air tight, just put up with it until it’s over… What’s this clause about further sequels?

Good End 💍 - Off Into the Sunset

💍 If you respond positively to [REDACTED]’s demeanor: you’ll sadly announce at the post premiere press conference that acting was a one-and-done adventure for you. Retired effective immediately, no farewell interviews.

💍 You’re spotted around town for a few weeks in a mask with a tall, darkly dressed companion at your side before you disappear from the public eye and Corland Bay all together.

💍 A few of your friends at least have an idea of where you are, and they meet up with you whenever you're in a nearby city. None of them can recognize the man glued to your side, though. Not that he'd say anything to clue them in.

💍 After months of near inactivity, [REDACTED] mysteriously deletes their socials without a word, sparking confusion and outrage among hardcore fans still desperately hoping for a sequel.

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy au #momo writing #wow look i posted not requested stuff #and it's NOT only emo boy??? wild #<- i am capable of this sometimes #wrote it in like 2 days back in november from brainrot ngl #and now it's here so it can stop haunting me!!!#i do wanna write little drabbles (mostly about angel's audition) but who knows if that'll happen #if u see issues bc of having to remove discord formatting no u didn't #AND if u saw this on discord b4 no u didn't #i wanna add river once he's in da game cause i have many ideas

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