#because if you acknowledge something weird is going on maybe you should make a change idk

[crewfu]

I think there's a portion of Janet's audience that feel similarly about GTA and the influx of GTA viewers she's attracted. It's become sorta exhausting to watch any of her content as a non-gta fan. The 18 y/o RP was always a weird decision, imo, and she didn't really question anything about it until it was brought to her attention. I fear the brief drama she was in was also amplified because of that decision, unfortunately.

Yeah. I honestly tried a few times to watch because she speaks so positively of her experience playing but it’s just not for me. I’ve not seen anyone say anything about not liking gta or even mention the weirdness of her rping a teenager so I just thought maybe it was just me. Also her chat just isn’t what it used to be and so intensely rp focused now that I don’t want to join anymore even on non rp days. I’m surprised the drama didn’t give her any second thoughts about that community at all. I only heard about it second hand through Steve talking about it but it sounded really dumb. The streams have been doing well for her numbers wise which she’s mentioned being motivating for her in the past so with an addictive personality that makes a deadly combination.

I think if she wasn’t a bigger streamer it would be more of an issue for people (or at least I’d like to think so because I’ve seen rp fans defend some crazy stuff before so who knows) And I honestly do believe that a lot of interactions she’s had on the server are influenced by her clout.

I’ve basically muted that whole category on twitch and I’ve used blocked terms on other platforms to avoid seeing it. The only place I still see Janet content is instagram and youtube because she hasn’t over saturated those platforms so far. I don’t remember if it was youtube or instagram but a recent reel or short popped up of her revealing to I’m guessing a romantic interest in game that her character is just 18. To see that presented as a stream highlight funny moment is SO uncomfortable to me. It’s been out of sight out of mind for me for a while so that video kinda resurfaced the feelings I’ve had.

[partoffantasy]

Fool's Heart (Part 1) - Liam Mairi

⸻ image credits to mybookishdoodles ⸻

summary: reader has always brushed off Liam’s flirting, knowing he never stays with one girl for long—but when she finally admits to herself that she wants more, she finds him with someone else. Heartbroken, she avoids him until he confronts her.

pairing: liam mairi x fem!reader warnings: angst word count: 1.8k

Part 2: Click here

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Y/N sat on her bed, staring blankly at the stone wall across from her, her mind a tangled mess of emotions. She hadn't meant for this to happen. Falling for Liam Mairi was never part of the plan. He was a flirt, a charmer, someone who never stuck with one girl for long. And yet, here she was, her chest tightening at the thought of him with someone else.

Y/N had never cared about Liam’s reputation. At least, that’s what she told herself. He was the golden boy of their squad—brilliant in battle, effortlessly charming, and infuriatingly attractive. But he was also a flirt, one who never lacked new romances. Twice a week, without fail, another girl would slip into his room, and twice a week, Y/N would bury herself under her blanket, pretending she couldn’t hear the muffled giggles or the sound of a door shutting a room away.

Earlier that day, they had been in the training yard, catching their breath after sparring. Liam leaned against the wooden post, his shirt damp with sweat, a lazy grin playing on his lips. "You know, Y/N, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna start thinking you like what you see." Y/N rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Liam, I could be blindfolded and still land a hit on you. Maybe focus on your footwork instead of flirting?"

Liam let out a dramatic sigh, pushing off the post to step closer. "You wound me, truly. Here I am, offering you the privilege of my undivided attention, and you just throw it away." She smirked, shaking her head. "Undivided? You were flirting with that second-year cadet not even five minutes ago." Liam chuckled. "Jealous?" Y/N scoffed, shoving his shoulder lightly. "Please. I just think it’s funny that you recycle the same lines. You should at least try to be original."

His grin widened. "Oh, but I am. See, the thing is, none of them get the same treatment as you.” She felt her stomach flip at his words but masked it with an unimpressed expression. "So, what you’re saying is, I’m special?" Liam leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur. "Very." Y/N stared at him for a beat before shoving him again. "Go shower, Mairi. You stink." His laughter echoed as she turned on her heel and walked away, but she couldn’t shake the warmth spreading in her chest.

A knock on her door snapped her out of her thoughts. "Y/N? You in there?" Violet’s voice was gentle, but firm. Y/N hesitated for a moment before sighing. "Yeah, come in." Violet stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She took one look at Y/N’s expression and raised an eyebrow. "Okay, spill." Y/N groaned, running her hands over her face. "It’s nothing." Violet snorted. "Bullshit. You've been weird around Liam for weeks. And before you say anything, I've seen the way you look at him. What’s going on?"

Y/N bit her lip, hesitating. Then, before she could stop herself, the words came tumbling out. "I think—I know—I have feelings for him. And it’s driving me insane because he’s Liam. He’s never serious about anyone." Violet nodded slowly, as if she had already known. "What changed? You guys have always been close, but something’s different now." Y/N exhaled sharply, her mind flooding with memories. "It’s always been there, I think, but I just ignored it. I didn’t want to acknowledge it because I knew it wouldn’t matter. He flirts with everyone. But lately... lately it’s been different."

Violet crossed her arms. "How so?" Y/N let out a humorless laugh. "It’s the little things. The way he always makes sure I have my favorite seat at the table. How he somehow remembers the exact way I take my tea, even though I only drink it when I’m sick. The way he teases me, but it’s never too much. He always knows when to stop, when to be serious."

She swallowed hard before continuing. "A few weeks ago, I was freezing after drills, and he just—he just wrapped his jacket around me without saying a word. He didn’t make a big deal out of it, didn’t expect anything in return. And then there was that night after sparring when I was exhausted, and he just sat with me in the common room, letting me rant about how much I sucked. He told me I was strong, that I was getting better. He said he believed in me." Y/N let out a shaky breath. "It’s stupid. I’m being stupid. He is just a friend."

Violet shook her head. "It’s not stupid, Y/N." "It is," Y/N insisted. "Because at the end of the day, he still has a different girl in his bed every other night. And I’m just another cadet in his squad." Violet studied her best friend for a moment before sighing. "Look, I won’t pretend to know exactly what’s going on in Liam’s head, but I do know one thing—he cares about you. I see it. We all see it. And maybe, just maybe, he’s been waiting for you to see it, too."

Y/N shook her head. "And what if he hasn’t? What if I go to him and he laughs in my face? Or worse, what if he doesn’t even care?" Violet grabbed Y/N’s hand, squeezing it. "You’ll never know unless you try." Y/N hesitated, her heart hammering in her chest. And then, with a deep breath, she stood. "Okay. I’m going to talk to him."

By talking to Violet, she had found the courage to do something about it. To go to him. To knock on his door and tell him that she—The sight of him stopped her cold. Liam was leaning against his doorway, shirtless, his pale skin illuminated by the flickering hallway torches. And in front of him, pressed against his chest, was a girl.

Blonde, beautiful, draped in nothing but one of his shirts. His hands rested on her waist, his head dipping close as he whispered something that made her giggle softly. Y/N’s stomach twisted violently. She should move. She should run. But her legs refused to work. All she could do was stand there, helpless, as Liam’s lips found the girl’s neck, as she curled into him, as his door clicked shut behind them. And just like that, everything shattered.

A sharp inhale burned her lungs. She pressed her fingers against the cold stone wall, willing herself to breathe, to stay upright. But it was impossible, because the truth had never been clearer. It had never been her. Not really. She had let herself believe in something that was never hers to have. That she was somehow different. That the way he looked at her meant something. That she wasn’t just another girl who could be so easily forgotten in the morning.

Gods, she was an idiot. A broken laugh escaped her lips, bitter and self-deprecating. Of course this was how it would end. Of course she would be the fool who thought Liam Mairi could be anything other than what he was. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she turned on her heel, her vision blurring as she walked away. She would be fine. Eventually. But tonight, she let herself grieve the fantasy she had so stupidly let herself believe in.

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Y/N spent the next week and a half avoiding Liam like the plague. She skipped meals when she knew he’d be in the dining hall, trained at odd hours to avoid crossing paths, and stuck close to Violet or Rhi whenever she had to be in the same room as him. But it was impossible to avoid him forever, especially when they were in the same squad. 

Liam noticed. At first, she thought he might not. He had enough distractions—flirtations, fights, responsibilities—to keep him occupied. But by the end of the second week, it was clear he had run out of patience. His stares had become more pointed, his usual teasing remarks absent, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

That evening, as she tried to slip out of the training hall before he could catch her, a strong hand wrapped around her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through her, but she forced herself to stay rigid, unreadable. “Alright,” Liam’s voice was low, rough, tinged with irritation. “What the hell is going on?” Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she turned to face him. His piercing blue eyes bore into hers, full of confusion, frustration, and something else she couldn’t name. Her pulse pounded, her instincts screaming at her to run, but his grip on her wrist—firm, steady—held her in place.

“Nothing,” she muttered, attempting to tug her hand away. He didn’t let go. “Bullshit.” His voice sharpened, his brows drawing together. “You’ve been avoiding me for days—weeks, actually. You barely look at me, you leave the second I walk into a room, and don’t even try to deny it because I see it every damn time. You won’t even spar with me anymore. What did I do?” His voice softened just slightly at the end, the frustration laced with something dangerously close to hurt, and that nearly broke her. But she refused to let him see how much this was tearing her apart.

Y/N clenched her jaw, anger bubbling up—not at him, but at herself. Anger for feeling this way. Anger for thinking she had been special. Anger for hoping. “You didn’t do anything, Liam,” she snapped, her own voice betraying the turmoil inside her. “That’s the problem.” His brows furrowed, his head tilting slightly as he tried to piece her words together. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

She let out a sharp exhale, shaking her head. “It means I’m an idiot,” she bit out, her chest tightening with every word. “It means I let myself think—just for a second—that maybe you were different with me. That maybe I actually meant something to you.” Liam’s grip on her wrist slackened slightly, his expression shifting from frustration to something raw—something she couldn’t bear to see.

“Y/N—” “I saw you,” she cut him off, her voice cracking despite her best efforts. “That night. With that girl. And I felt like a fucking idiot because I actually thought—” She let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head at herself. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.” Liam’s lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. And that silence, that hesitation, was worse than anything he could have said.

Her throat burned as she swallowed against the lump forming there. “I have feelings for you, Liam,” she admitted, the words barely more than a whisper. “And I hate myself for it.” Then, before he could say anything, before he could see the tears welling in her eyes, she yanked her wrist free and turned away, walking off before the weight of her own words could crush her completely.

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[willowsnook]

When Love is Left Unspoken

max verstappen x reader

she isn't you i'd be insane not to love you

request from @formulaal

Pt. 2 here

"Alright, one more question from the chat," you said into your mic, scanning for a good one. One caught your eye, and you began reading it aloud before realizing it would reveal something from your past. “Would you choose a guy over your best friend?”

Laughing humorlessly, you looked into the camera with a tight smile. “Anyone who’s been here for a while knows how relevant that question is to my life. But my answer hasn’t changed: if you’re choosing a romantic partner over your best friend, you can get fucked. Thanks for tuning in, everyone. See you around.”

Logging off, you grabbed your water bottle and headed to the kitchen to refill it. Checking your phone, you smiled at the stats from the stream—10k of your fans tuning in tonight was a big turnout. You’d gone viral on BookTok back in 2020, and now, your book podcast had a solid following. Normally, BookTok didn’t bring huge numbers, but thanks to your former best friend, your popularity had skyrocketed. As grateful as you were, his part in your success irritated you now.

Then a notification popped up on your screen, and you rolled your eyes.

MV: Nice stream.

You: Fuck off

MV: Glad I’m still living rent-free in your head.

You: Glad you got permission to text me.

You threw your phone down on the counter, boiling inside. Nobody got under your skin like he could, especially after 20 years of knowing exactly how to do it. Growing up, it hadn’t always been this way. At 10, you’d moved with your family to the Netherlands, right next door to the Verstappens. Max quickly became your best friend, your weekends spent watching him kart. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine things would end like this.

You met Kelly in 2018 at a race Max invited you to. Right away, you got weird vibes. She looked at Max like a toy she had to have. It was creepy, especially given the nine-year age gap. By 2019, they were dating, and she made it clear she didn’t like you, refusing to acknowledge your existence. That led to rocky times between you and Max; he always had excuses to avoid seeing you. When you were together, he seemed tense, as if being watched.

Everything fell apart in Australia 2021.

Flashback

Max invited you to the first race of the 2021 season, though you almost didn’t go. It felt obligatory, as if he invited you just because you’d never missed an opening race. You hadn’t seen him all winter, just exchanging quick holiday texts. Walking into the paddock, you felt a strange sense of finality, like this might be the last one.

Spotting Carmen outside Mercedes, you walked over and hugged her. As you stepped back, she looked worried.

“What’s up?”

She hesitated. “I thought you should know, Kelly’s been saying some nasty things about you around the paddock. No one believes her, but… I wanted you to know.”

“What is she saying?” you asked, heart sinking.

“She’s calling you pathetic, saying you’re still pining over your childhood crush and using Max to become an influencer,” she said softly, looking at you with sympathy.

“You’re joking,” you said, anger simmering. She shook her head.

“Can I be real with you?” She asked, and you nodded. “I love you and George loves you and honestly, everyone does. But I will accept not seeing you here anymore if you finally realize that Max is not being a good friend to you. And he hasn’t been for a long time.”

Eyes filling with tears, you let her words sink in. She was right, but admitting it was brutal. Maybe staying around him was just self-inflicted pain.

You found Max later, pulling him aside.

“I only have a few minutes, so make it quick,” he said, barely looking at you. Seeing him like this, you realized that the man in front of you wasn’t your best friend anymore.

“Your girlfriend’s telling people I’m a pathetic loser here to use you for fame,” you said, voice flat.

“I don’t believe that,” he mumbled, avoiding your eyes.

“Really?” you laughed bitterly. “You don’t believe that from your girlfriend—the one who’s disliked me since day one?”

“Seems like you have something to say, Y/N. Just say it,” he replied, finally looking at you.

“There was a time in my life where I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to live without you. But now I’m living it. Have the past ten years been nothing to you? All it took was an older woman to bat her eyelashes at you and that was it?”

He opened his mouth, but you cut him off.

“I’m not going to stand here and tell you that we had a good run and that I wish you the best. Fuck you. Fuck you for choosing her over me and fuck you for even letting it have to be a choice. I hate you.”

End of Flashback

That was the last time you had spoken to him. There were no texts or calls after that; his life just went on like normal while you felt like you were dying inside. You had thrown yourself into your work after that and now had over a million followers and subscribers to your podcast. You’d stayed friends with Carmen but hadn’t returned to a race since that day. You had tried to block the memory of that day from your mind, but when you were low, one thing always resurfaced in your mind. Kelly was right about you pining after your childhood crush. You had been in love with Max back then. How could you not be?

Then Carmen invited you to the Austin GP, and after much persuasion, you finally agreed. Thanks to your online following, you flew down with her, officially a Mercedes guest. Wearing Mercedes colors felt like poetic justice.

When you entered the paddock, a wave of nostalgia and sadness hit you. But it disappeared as you saw familiar faces you’d missed over the years.

"Y/N!" Alex called, arms open. Hugging him, you sighed, realizing how much you’d missed everyone. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“Me too,” you admitted before greeting Lily, who gushed over your podcast and joked about being a guest. As you laughed with her, you noticed Alex subtly trying to block your view. Looking over, you saw Max walking by. He did a double take, but you turned back to Lily, ignoring his stare.

Later, as you waited for a coffee, you overheard Checo’s wife and Fernando’s girlfriend chatting.

“I heard Max and Kelly broke up,” Melissa said.

“Oh yeah, it’s been a few months,” Carola replied, shrugging. “Apparently, he was in love with someone else the whole time.”

You smirked. So Kelly finally experienced what it felt like to be second choice.

The race came and went, and you successfully avoided Max the entire weekend. You didn’t even think about the possibility of running into him when you accepted Carmen’s invitation to go out that night. George had actually wanted to go out, so you found yourself at a little country bar that night with what seemed to be the whole grid. You felt Max’s gaze the second you walked in, and you were doing a hell of a job ignoring him. Charles was trying to talk to him, looking confused between the two of you, but you didn’t care.

Ordering another gin and tonic you felt him come up next to you and you refused to look over.

“Put hers on mine,” Max said, handing over his card. You tried to leave, but he held out an arm to stop you.

“No ‘thank you’?” he teased, eyes intense.

You glared. “You can have it, then.”

“Stop being difficult,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You look good.”

“Can’t say the same about you,” you shot back, and his expression darkened.

He sighed. “Can we talk?”

“I said everything I needed to say three years ago. Have a good night.”

This time he let you go and you made your way back to Carmen who was looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“You okay?” She asked, and you nodded.

A little while later, you were sitting at a table talking with Charles with Max hovering close by.

“Max, come sit down,” Charles slurred, and at this point, you were too tipsy to put up a fight about it. “Max is my best friend, ya know?”

“Ah yeah?” You asked head tilting. “Those words don’t mean much coming from him.”

Charles giggled, too drunk to understand what you meant and Max clenched his jaw looking at you.

“Insult me all you want schatje, as long as you’re talking to me I’ll take it,” he said and you didn’t say anything, just stared at him trying to figure out his angle.

“Is this the girl Kelly broke up with you over?” Charles asked and Max whipped his head towards him. “You always had a thing for her, so I told Alex that was my guess.”

Max’s face fell, and you froze. Shock turned into anger as you got up and stormed out. You felt Max following and soon he was in front of you, blocking your path.

“Come on,” he urged, leading you to a nearby park.

“Max, I don’t want to talk,” you said firmly, pulling away.

“I don’t care,” he replied, frustrated. “Tell me what I need to do to fix this.”

You laughed bitterly. “Crawling back because you got dumped? It’s too late.”

“It’s not like that.”

“You made your choice three years ago. Now live with it.”

“You want to know why we broke up?”

“I don’t really give a fuck,” you replied before turning to walk away.

“She isn’t you!” He yelled. Your legs stopped moving as your mind reeled.

Whirling on him you got into his face, “You don’t get to fucking say that to me. Not after all this time. Not after what you put me through. Not after you chose her over me. I was there the whole time Max. Me! I was there! It’s not my fault you didn’t realize that till I was gone.” 

“I realized it long before then,” he said softly, and you took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm yourself. Tears were starting to fall, and you looked everywhere but him. 

“Then why?” You whispered, voice cracking. 

“Because I wasn’t good enough for you,” he said laughing sadly to himself. “The pressure was starting to cave in back then and I didn’t want you to see that. I didn’t want to burden you.”

“You were my best friend Max,” you said exasperated. “I would have done anything for you.” 

“It’s easy to see that now,” he said. “But then you were so full of life and starting your little videos that I didn’t want to disappoint you. She understood what I was going through, but I never stopped loving you.” 

“Then why did you still push me away?” 

“I had to do that so that I could try and move on. She knew and she hated that there wasn’t anything she could do to change how I felt about you. I knew what she was saying about you in the paddock, and I knew why she was saying it.” 

His words hit you like a ton of bricks, and it felt like heartbreak all over again. “You knew and you let it happen. You are the worst person I’ve ever known Max Verstappen.”

He was crying now too and the two of you stood staring at one another not saying anything. 

“I would be insane not to love you,” he said softly and it made you cry harder. “So I will do whatever it takes for however long to make up for what I did.” 

He let you go again and you left him there, crying silently as you walked back to the hotel. So many emotions going through your mind paired with confusing feelings. 

Happiness for your 15-year-old self that has wanted to hear those words for so long. 

Sadness for your 21-year-old self reliving those memories. 

And anger at your 24-year-old self for considering letting him make it up to you. 

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Just discovered you and love your writing! Was hoping to request something for when you have the time or desire to write 😊

Could you please do a Slytherin boy being betrothed to the reader where they know about each other and are in the same friend group but they never want to outright acknowledge it. They both secretly like each other but try to date other people because they dont want to be forced into being together.

Maybe someone gets too jealous and mad and then things escalate 😋

Thank you for considering 🥰🤩

I was having a hard time choosing which boy, so I hope Draco works. If not, send me another request! <3

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Draco Malfoy x F!Reader

Warnings: Oral(male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, cream pie, cussing

18+ Minors DNI!

The Malfoys and your parents had arranged for you and Draco to get married after you guys graduate. You never hated Draco and he never hated you, but the thought of being forced into a marriage with someone was something that pissed you off.

You both were friends and that never did change after the arrangement, even if it did get a little awkward. It made your friend group a little weird for a bit since they all knew, but no one dared to speak about it since both you and Draco threatened them if they mentioned it again.

Normally, Draco wouldn’t go against his parents, but having his future already decided for him made him start rebelling. Even you started to as well. You both would date, makeout, hookup with other people, trying to ignore the other person. You knew you were going to be married anyways eventually, why not experience other people before that?

But, deep down, both of you liked each other. As much as Draco didn’t like the idea of his future being controlled, he really did love that it was going to be with you. And same with you, you were happy you were going to be with him, you were just mad at your parents for forcing this onto you.

Even though he was trying to ignore you and have fun with other people, he was really falling harder for you. The way you’d smile and laugh when hanging out together with all your friends. Your jokes. Your personality.

Something snapped in him one day when he saw a guy hitting on you at one of the Slytherin parties. He tried pushing the jealousy away. You were his fiance, after all. He’d have you in the long run. But then the guy started touching you. A hand on your waist. He was going to cut his hand off.

Before he even realized it, he was walking towards you. He grabbed your arm, pulling you away from the guy.

“What the fuck?” You asked Draco as he was dragging you away, guiding you to his dorm. “Let go, Draco!”

“No.” He said coldly. He brought you in his room, closing the door.

“What the fuck was that about?” You yelled, pulling your arm out of his grip.

“You can’t do that! You’re fucking mine!” Draco said angrily.

“You’ve been dating and hooking up with other people, too. You can’t say that to me!” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“You’re going to be my fucking wife!” Draco said as he grabbed the hair on the back of your head possessively, making sure you looked up at him. “Not his. Not anyone else’s. Mine.”

“That’s not fair, Draco.” You said calmly, looking into his eyes. “You’ve been doing the same.”

“I’m done with them. I don’t want them anymore. I want you.” He matched your calmness, but kept his grip on your hair.

“You can’t just do that, Draco. I’ll be yours in the future, let me have my fun.”

“I can give you your fun, though.” He used his hand in your hair to tilt your head back further, moving his head to start pressing kisses to your neck. “Let me show you. If you hate it, I’ll leave you alone until the wedding.” 

“I…” You were struggling, partially from hesitation, not knowing if you should. The other part was because of the way he was kissing your neck and the hand in your hair.

“Come on, darling. Just once.” He whispered.

“Fine.” You agreed, uncrossing your arms.

He didn’t say anything, but moved his hands to pick you up and dropped you on the bed with him hovering over you. He spent a few moments just running his hands over you, like he was happy to finally have you all to himself, even for just a little bit.

“I'm gonna make sure you want no one else but me now.” He said as he started to undress you. “So fucking stunning.” He ran his hands all over you again once he got you naked. He wanted to worship you, kiss, lick, bite, touch all over you.

But he had to prove a point, he needed to show you who you belong to. And he really needed to feel you.

He got undressed as well, letting you rake your eyes over him. God, he loved seeing your eyes running over his body.

He leaned back down to start kissing you. His hands ran down your body again, giving your breasts a good squeeze before continuing its path down. He pulled away and moved to lay down beside you, moving you so your pussy was right above his face and you faced towards his lower half. He didn't waste any time before licking your cunt, moaning at the taste. You started moaning above him as you placed your hands down on his chest for support. He urged you to lean further down with a gentle hand on your back. You knew what he was going for and leaned down, wrapping a hand around his dick before spitting on cock then taking him in your mouth.

You both were pleasing each other with your mouths. His tongue alternating between licking at your clit and fucking your hole while you bobbed your head up and down his dick. Your moans were muffled by his cock as he moaned into your pussy. His mouth on you was so distracting, even his hands grabbing your ass were drawing your attention. Your movements were faltering and he started thrusting up into your mouth, making you gag on his cock.

“Come on, darling. I know you can do better than that.” He said as he gave your ass a spank.

You moaned and tried focusing back on sucking him off.

“That's my girl. Don't stop.” He said before putting his mouth back on your pussy.

He was still helping by thrusting into your mouth, it’s like he wanted to hear you gagging and moaning around him. His mouth continued its attack on your pussy, licking and sucking and prodding at your hole. It was getting distracting again. Draco noticed and flipped you to lay beside him, quickly settling back between your legs as he continued licking at your clit. He pushed two fingers inside you, too, looking up at you to watch your face.

“My mouth too distracting for you, love?” He teased before sucking on your clit.

Your hands went to his hair, arching into his mouth. “Shit! Yes!” You answered with an eager nod.

“And you wanted to have fun with someone else tonight.” He said after he let go of your clit. He continued licking and sucking, hearing all your pretty moans. 

He had you cumming on his mouth and fingers like he knew your body perfectly already. You cried out his name as you trembled, gripping his hair tightly. He helped you ride it out, using his free hand to rub your thigh.

He pulled off of you and flipped you over, pushing on your back gently to get you to lean down into the pillows.

“You're so gorgeous. I can't believe you were letting other people but me touch you, angel.” He said softly, but you could feel his anger and jealousy seething from him.

He pushed into you, definitely not as gently as his voice. You yelped at the intrusion before moaning at how nice his dick felt in you. He barely gave you a moment to adjust before he was thrusting in you. His cock was hitting deep in you, making you grip at the sheets below you as you moaned.

“Draco.” You moaned his name. “So deep. Fuck.”

“Yeah? Never had anyone this deep in you before?” He asked, gripping at your hips.

“No. Shit!” You cried into the pillows as you buried your face in them.

He wasn't having that and grabbed your hair again, pulling your head up from the pillows. “Wanna hear you, darling. No one's ever made you feel this good?”

“No! No! Just you!” You cried out, moaning from his brutal pace.

“Just me? Do you wanna fuck any of those other assholes anymore?” He moved his hand on your hip to your clit.

“No! I don't!” You were teetering on the edge now.

“Good. Who do you belong to, darling?” He asked, feeling how you were clenching on him as he groaned.

“I belong to you, Draco!” You cried out.

“You gonna cum? Gonna cum all over my cock, sweet girl?” He asked, his own thrusts losing tempo.

“Yes! I'm gonna cum!” He kept his pace as best as he could before you came, trembling and crying his name with a few curses.

He was right behind you, filling your sweet pussy with his cum. He rode out his high before pulling out and watching his cum dripping out as he rubbed along your back gently.

He never wanted anyone else to touch you again. You were his future wife. You belonged to him and him to you.

[chocoqtelle]

inner child pac reading

🦀 pile one,,

I know we're used to being super helpful, but it's good to help yourself too. you should always make sure you're okay first. It's important for us to be okay, even if other people don't think so. we should think so. things are gonna be okay for us. they always are. I want to do the things we like. I don't understand why you care about what people think now. I think we should try doing what we like more, even if it's embarrassing. it doesn't have to take a lot of time. it's just good to have fun sometimes. maybe you can get back into some of our old interests if you want?

it seems like this pile had to mature quickly and was overly generous in childhood. this likely led to some people pleaser habits. when the world said "be nice" and "care about others" you took it to heart, but it felt like you were the only one who did. you felt like you had to be the adult in your childhood and care for other people around you. for some of you, you may have had to care for a parental/older familiar figure or your siblings. you're used to changing your words and your personality to be more digestible and gentle because this strong fear of conflict. you were scared of people being mean to you, so you avoided making anyone mad. it was like you were always tiptoeing over eggshells. now, you don't have to, so there's no point in worrying about people who don't worry about you. you'd be doing yourself and your inner child a favor by doing what you want. it might feel wrong to be yourself, but at least try. I won't delve too much into this part, but I believe some people in this pile also dealt with being oversexualized or being hyper sexual at a young age. I think it's important to know you're more than what you can give others for this pile. please also take a break for the love of god.

🐸 pile two,,

It's hard to feel loved if nobody shows you. at the same time, i don't think I'd want to be loved. it seems weird and uncomfortable. I'm not used to it so it's scary. I still wish that someone would care at least. it feels like nobody else cares. I'm really tired of things being silent and boring all the time. I want to do something fun. I want friends but I want to be by myself. people think I'm weird, but I think they're the weird ones. they can avoid me but I wouldn't wanna be friends with them anyway. it doesn't matter if it's lonely, I don't feel less lonely around people anyway. some people think I'm mean. I don't think I'm mean. i heard I look mean or I act mean sometimes, but what if that's just who I am? I don't try to be mean to people. I just don't want people to hurt me.

holy neglect trauma... there's a lot to unpack here 😓 first off, I hope you're alright. it seems like this pile never really learned how to interact with people and is probably still a bit of a people hater. this pile has had to keep strong boundaries and walls on to protect themselves from unfamiliar experiences (being spoken to positively.) if you've never experienced something, it can be scary but you have to stop thinking every little thing is gonna go wrong in your life. it's fine. separate note but I think someone's ancestors are very present here, might want to connect with them if you don't already. you can try to shut down the feelings of loneliness and pretend connection won't help but it does. you're probably not connected with your inner child or you're ashamed of yourself for some reason. trying to be cold won't undo anything or save you from the feelings you're hiding. you'll have to acknowledge them at some point. escapism and forcing ignorance wont help forever. hopefully it'll be sooner than later, but that's your choice. it's okay to be soft, btw.

🐕 pile three,,

I know what I'm talking about. I'm serious. I wish people would take me more seriously. i get good grades, I study hard, I always prove how smart I am. for some reason, people still act like I'm too young and stupid to have opinions or that what I say is just silly, especially with emotions. they act like having emotions makes you a less rational person. some people look down on me for who I am, too. it's not something I can change. whether it's gender, age, or whatever, people always want an excuse to ignore how I feel or what I have to say. I know I'm right though. I don't want us to stop expressing ourselves. I wanna share how I feel to the world.

this pile is extremely opinionated and knows how to share their emotions. this pile is for the "bossy" kids who "should have been lawyers" or "a CEO" according to every adult around them. you were emotional as a child and it was always ignored or joked off as if your feelings were invalid. this pile is definitely natural-born leaders so if you aren't/never have been aspiration-driven or "extra" this pile probably isn't yours. the most healing thing you can do for yourself at this point is speak up. continue to speak about everything. share your opinion more, it's safe now and people will actually take you seriously. be emotional, be too much, be annoying, be talkative, be over-opinionated, be everything you feel like being and don't let anyone talk you out of it. lead your life how you want to. call everything out, even if it means being weird. I definitely feel like some people in this pile had the gifted kid experience or liked to read a lot when they were younger. there's also some unresolved anger that might need to be taken care of. I think speaking up more instead of bottling feelings up will definitely help that, though. you're not stupid or weak for being emotional. just be yourself unapologetically and that's the best thing you can do for your younger self.

[spr1ngbunnypvrin]

Wait a minute what about the playtime co. employees? What do they see when you and Dr Sawyer work together? Are they weirded out by it or they just don't notice the dynamic between you two at all lol

The Playtime Co. employees definitely notice the dynamic between you and Dr. Sawyer. The real question is: what do they think about it?

👀 The Observers (A.K.A. Everyone Else at Playtime Co.)

The thing about Harley Sawyer is that he’s… Harley Sawyer. People don’t exactly get close to him. Most are either terrified of him, actively avoiding him, or just accept that he exists in a different orbit—one filled with cold logic, sharp words, and a complete lack of human warmth.

So when you come along? When you, of all people, seem to not only tolerate him but actually interact with him in ways that don’t involve sheer terror or submission? Oh, people notice.

But their reactions? They vary:

🧩 The Confused Ones

Some employees just… don’t get it.

“Wait… so they work with Dr. Sawyer and they’re still alive? And sane?”

“Are they being blackmailed?”

“Maybe they just haven’t realized what he’s really like yet. Give it time.”

They assume you’re either:

Some kind of anomaly who hasn’t yet experienced the full horror that is Harley Sawyer.

Too stubborn (or oblivious) to realize you should be scared of him.

😨 The Terrified Ones

Then there are the people who already fear Harley and assume that by working so closely with him, you must either:

Be just as dangerous as him.

Have some kind of death wish.

Be completely off your rocker.

They avoid you the same way they avoid him—quick glances, hushed whispers, and a quiet “Nope, not getting involved in whatever that is.”

👀 The Ones Who Are Lowkey Invested

Then there are the employees who have just accepted the weirdness and are thriving off the sheer WTF-ness of it all. They don’t fully understand what’s going on between you two, but they sure as hell pay attention whenever you interact.

Leith Pierre? Absolutely gossiping about it.

Stella Greyber? She pretends not to care but definitely notices the tension.

Even some of the lower-level employees have started making bets on when Sawyer is going to snap—or if you’re somehow immune to his wrath.

👩‍🔬 The Scientific Reactions (A.K.A. What Other Researchers Think)

For the scientists and researchers, it’s more of a morbid curiosity than anything else.

Some think it’s a power dynamic thing—maybe Harley keeps you around because you’re useful.

Some think it’s an experiment (because let’s be honest, if anyone would turn human relationships into a science experiment, it’s him).

And some just don’t care because they have their own work to worry about—until they overhear some cutting remark from Harley that sounds way too close to teasing for comfort.

🔬 Harley’s Perspective: What He Thinks About All This

The funny part? Harley himself doesn’t even acknowledge that people notice. Or rather, if he does, he refuses to care.

If someone stares too long at the way he interacts with you? He stares back until they look away.

If someone dares to ask about it? His response is sharp, cutting, and entirely unhelpful.

“My interactions are none of your concern. Get back to work.”

If Leith Pierre makes a joke about it? Harley ignores him outright. (Or threatens him with something so eerily specific that Leith immediately changes the subject.)

He’s aware of the way people react to your dynamic—but he refuses to justify it. Because to justify it would mean acknowledging that there’s something to justify.

And he is not about to do that.

[kupidachillea]

Hello, I really like your yandere Olympians with a reader. You can make a yandere Poseidon with a reader separately, if it’s not difficult for you, of course Sorry if there are mistakes here, I’m just making mistakes with the translator😅 I just recently found out about Tumbl and you are the first one I write to and ask for something.

Poseidon x Reader (Hcs or imagines)

Author note: Eeeee Poseidon requests! I actually had some fun with this. Also thank you for requesting.

TW (Trigger Warning): Mentions of kidnapping, light stalking, mainly fluff.

CW (Content warning): I had this imagine set in the modern day because I wanted to explore more of how the gods would handle modern day lovers. Again- this isn’t accurate to the actual lore but some pieces are taken from it and inspired some of the things I put in here.

🌊- You had just moved to the seaside, wanting to get away from the busy city and just relax for a while.

🔱- You had found a nice home to purchase by the beach and took full advantage of it, collecting shells and sea glass, playing in the water and just sitting and enjoying the Greek sun.

🌊- Though, at times you can’t help but feel watched, however you can never tell where it’s coming from. At first you thought you were being paranoid since there were some people that occasionally came to the beach too but over time, the longer you lived by the water you felt eyes on you.

🔱- Turns out you weren’t being paranoid. A certain sea god was watching you, ever since you moved in. You had caught his eye..

🌊- He just couldn’t take his eyes off of you, it’s been quite some time since he’s had a mortal lover..it’s been a bit difficult as times have changed. You can’t simply kidnap someone without it being noticed.

🔱- “How bothersome..” He would think to himself. He was seriously considering snatching you up every time you came to the beach, after all- who wouldn’t want to spend the night with the god of the sea? So he thought you wouldn’t mind…

🌊- However, something held him back. He wanted to do things differently, believe it or not. He looked back on his memories and most times he acted rashly he ended up almost always chasing his ‘lovers’…he didn’t want to repeat history..maybe he should try human courtship for once.

🔱- And so- with that thought in mind he assumed a human form and decided to meet you on the beach.

🌊- Today was one such day, you were relaxing as usual, sorting out some shells before you felt the presence of another being looming over you. You looked up and your brows rose as you caught glimpse of the handsome man before you.

🔱- A smile tugged on Poseidon’s lips..he could already tell that his human form impressed you, however he can sense your suspicion. He pushed back a few strands of his long dark hair and greeted you.

🌊- Introducing himself by a different name to hid his identity and you answered back, greeting him and telling him about yourself.

🔱- At first you had a weird feeling about this strange man but you ended up brushing it off. Mentally telling yourself that you were just being paranoid.

🌊- Eventually you warm up to the stranger as days go by. You both kept meeting at the beach and somehow he always knew when you were there. You decided to jokingly bring that up in your next conversation with him.

🔱- “Hey, you know it’s kinda odd, right? How you know exactly when and where I’m going to be on the beach.” You chuckled softly as sat on the sand next to the dark haired man. Poseidon in human disguise hummed in acknowledgment.

🌊- “Oh is it?” He would ask in response. If only you knew that he was somewhat stalking you..waiting and watching for when you’d be out here. He was honestly getting very antsy waiting so long to have you but he somehow managed to mentally will himself to be more patient.

🔱- You nodded before continuing. “Yeah..you wouldn’t happen to be stalking me, would you?” You would laugh. Clearly joking about the entire thing though Poseidon just cocked a brow at you and smirked which in turn made your smile drop and your brows furrow.

🌊- “Wait..I was joking..I’m not serious..” You said quickly, hoping he’d take the hint and admit to not stalking you but of course that’s not how things went.

🔱- “I know you were joking, dear…but I have to be honest..I have been ‘stalking’ you..only a little.” Poseidon admitted and you pressed your lips into a thin line. Should you excuse yourself and leave? Or just stay put..you don’t know why but you felt oddly compelled to stay seated for a moment longer and hear him out. “Why..?”

🌊- “Why?” Poseidon replied back, his brows raising curiously before he smiled. “Why not? You interest me, little mortal. After you appeared on my beach I just had to have a closer look.” After he said that you felt your confusion only grow. ‘Little mortal’?… ‘His beach’?. Something wasn’t adding up.

🔱- “Wait- who are you…?” You finally spoke and it was as if you were seeing who he truly was for the first time. Because you were. You watched as his smirk formed into a grin and his appearance shifted. Causing you to backpedal away on instinct.

🌊- Now with his human form dropped he could finally be at ease. Poseidon let out a deep sigh. “Oh how I was waiting for this moment, for me to reveal my true self to you..I am Poseidon..god of the sea.” He would utter, his gaze falling back to you as he knelt down and took your hand. “Come now..don’t be afraid of me, dear one…” he cooed.

🔱- You weren’t sure what was happening anymore. You would’ve laughed at him and assumed he was joking if it weren’t for the fact he was kneeling in front of you after a short transformation. You took a deep breath before answering.

🌊- “Okay..um..Poseidon..what do you want with me?” You would ask as his thumb gently glided over your knuckles. A soothing gesture on his part, probably trying to get you to relax. The lord of the sea smiled softly.

🔱- “What I want with you? Isn’t it obvious? I want you to be my partner..my lover.” He would say, his voice as calm and as comforting as the soft sounds of the sea.

🌊- You looked at him in slight surprise and disbelief. Lover? You weren’t too sure how to take this. On one hand it was sweet and you were curious to see where this relationship would go- but on the other hand you were still skeptical of the god. Poseidon noticed your hesitancy and smiled a little as he moved his hands to caress your cheek. “We can go slow if you want…I’ve been patient and waited this long..so I think I can handle it if we take things one step at a time..” The sea god uttered with a slight sigh.

🔱-You relaxed at his words and nodded a bit. You supposed you could give this relationship a shot. Who knows, maybe having a deity as a boyfriend won’t be so bad. “I-…Okay..I accept your offer Poseidon.”

🌊- He would grin as the words left your mouth. This was perfect- exactly what he wanted. He was about to speak but you cut him off. “But! But- we go slow, like you promised. No rushing into anything serious at the moment…please?” You would spoke softly, your browns furrowed as you waited to hear the sea god’s response.

🔱- Poseidon would chuckle and nod. “Of course, my dear..We go slow.” He answered before placing a small kiss on the back of your hand. Finally he had you’re in his grasp, it was just a matter of time before he’d have you completely falling for him..and he intended to make that happen. You were his darling mortal after all..

Author note: Oof- this took way too long for me to do. I apologise for that. A lot of things were happening in November and I’m still sick lol. But on another note- I might do a part 2 to this if someone asks but all in all thank you for the request, Anon. I’m still working to finish the others too.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

Impossible Things

Prompt Day 2: Fireplace | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Temporary Canon Character Death | Tags: Post S4, Resurrection, Fix-It, Platonic Stobin, Pre-Steddie, The Party

Steve lights his fourth fire in three days. Stokes it, trying to get it really going, hotter, quicker.

"It's not even cold, dingus," Robin complains, and she's not wrong. If he's gonna have a fire burning all the goddamn time, he might have to run the air conditioning, year-round.

But he feels crazy. He keeps seeing things in the fireplace. Things that don't feel real, or right. Or maybe they feel too real and right. Maybe this house is haunted. A fire ghost? Is that a thing?

Robin sits next to him, and he watches the flames dance, making familiar shapes, faces. Impossible things. 

"Dingus, are you listening to me?"

He wasn't. Not at all.

"No, sorry."

"What are you gawking at?" Robin asks.

"A ghost," Steve says.

"A what?" Robin laughs, turning her head to see if he's kidding. He's not. Not really.

"A fire ghost?"

She cackles, but he's serious.

"Do you not see that?" Steve asks, because maybe he is crazy. But the flames in this fireplace take shapes, he's sure of it.

Robin watches the fire as intently as Steve is, then she says, "Holy shit."

The air is sucked out of his lungs.

"You see him?" Steve asks. 

"Eddie? Hell yes, I see him," she says, getting down on her hands and knees in front of the fire.

Steve follows. 

The fire dances, crackles and pops, flames flaring up. Embers floating. As if it knows they know, now.

"Eddie!" she shouts, "Are you haunting Steve's fireplace?"

There's no answer, but that doesn't stop Robin. Her wheels are already turning.

"How'd he get in there? How do we get him out of there? Is he a phoenix? Is he gonna rise from the ashes? We should call Dustin!" Robin rattles off, quicker and quicker by the thought.

Dustin is exasperated when he arrives, having flown halfway across the country. 

Steve's tired, eyes heavy. He's kept the fire burning, scared that Eddie might disappear if he lets it go out. That hasn't happened before, but he feels like now that they've acknowledged what they're seeing, that maybe they've interrupted, changed, the magic. 

Or whatever this is.

Maybe it's not Eddie at all.

"Are you sure you two aren't suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning? You did have the chimney inspected and cleaned before using this old thing, right?"

Well, no. Steve didn't. He didn't even know that was a thing. Whoops.

But he has CO detectors, and they aren't screaming at them, so it's probably not that.

"Just look, Henderson," Steve says, and Dustin squats between them. He doesn't react, and Steve is concerned that maybe they have somehow built up this shared delusion. 

"Oh shit," Henderson finally says, and Steve sags. 

"See? I told you, you little asshole. Eddie's in the fireplace."

"Well, excuse me for thinking that sounded crazy, Steve," Dustin snaps back, immediately rushing towards the phone. Calls are made. The weirdness has resurfaced in a totally unexpected way, and it's time to get the band back together.

It'd be helpful if Eddie could talk to them, but that doesn't seem to be an option. If he could run his mouth, Steve's certain he would be, incessantly.

They try witchcraft. Not that any of them especially believe in witchcraft, but they bought books, and are trying to spell him out of the fire.

It doesn't work. Nothing happens, nothing changes.

El lost her powers in the final showdown, and hasn't ever regained them. She stares at Eddie, face so close Steve's worried she's gonna lose her eyebrows, but she can't communicate or change things for him.

"Munson, Munson, Munson!" Mike yells, and they all look at him. He shrugs, "What? I thought he might be like Beetlejuice."

They all sigh. 

"We could burn something. Of his. See if that frees him," Joyce says, and they all turn to look at her. 

"What do we even have of his? It's been a decade?" Dustin questions. 

And they all look at each other. Steve has something, but there's no fucking way he's throwing it into a fire.

"Steve, you still have the battle vest, right?" Robin questions, and Steve wants to kill her. 

"We're not burning that on a hunch. What if that's what's tying him here, huh? Then what?"

Dustin runs up the stairs, and Steve gives chase. 

"We can try one pin, right?" Dustin argues, unbuttoning the Accept button from the vest, and Steve can concede to that. He's sure it's not gonna change shit.

"Fine," he snaps, but yanks the vest back into his own hands. 

Dustin stands in front of the fireplace, "Here goes nothing."

He tosses it in, and the fire flares so hot, Steve shields his face, pretty scared they may burn his house down.

But it settles, and Eddie is clearer. Like his image has been sharpened.

"That worked, right?" Dustin says. 

And they all kind of look at each other, like, yeah. It worked. 

Steve hands over the W.A.S.P pin.

After, Eddie looks even more solid.

"He's getting corporeal!" Dustin says.

"He's being punished?" Steve asks, brows furrowed.

"Jesus Christ," Dustin says, and well, excuse him. "Just do it, Steve."

Steve wants to bring the vest to his face, wants to hug it close, say goodbye, but feels too fucking weird about it with all these eyes on him. 

Instead, he squats down.

"This better fucking work, Eddie," he whispers, laying the denim on the logs, and the immediate flaming knocks him back onto his ass, but he hasn't been burned. 

It's a raging inferno in there, somehow contained, and they wait, frozen. 

Finally, Eddie steps out of the fireplace, looking exactly as he did the day he died, ten years ago.

Still sassy.

"Jesus H. Christ, do you know how many things I've haunted of yours, Harrington?"

"Uh…"

"The toaster. The mirror. That stray cat."

"I told you that cat was special!" Steve screams at Robin, "And you said no!"

The bickering, the blame, starts. But Eddie's here.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun! 🔥

Notes: If there's one truth in Stranger Things, it's that Joyce Byers is never wrong and they should always listen to her.

[elliesngirl]

hii this might sound weird but i’m currently struggling with an eating disorder (anorexia) and i was wondering if you could make something where ellie comforts reader throughout their eating disorder?? sorry if this is too much or a weird request! thank you ❤️

Hey! I’m so sorry for being so late with this request and so sorry you’re going through that.

Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader. masterlist

Warnings: Mention of eating disorder, reader cries, angst, mentions of bad family & ex if anyone is struggling with an eating disorder or anything, i am always here if you need to talk.

lmk if you would like to be on the taglist! (continuing it from other fics)

Word Count: 1.1k

From a young age, your parents always made sure you knew you weren’t good enough. They picked apart your appearance, your weight, your habits—nothing was ever acceptable. At family gatherings, they humiliated you in front of guests, making cruel comments masked as jokes. "Are you really going to eat that?" "No wonder you’re gaining weight." "You should take after your cousins; they have discipline."

At first, you thought they were trying to help. That maybe, if you just changed enough, they would stop. But no matter how little you ate, no matter how much you exercised, they always found something to criticize. The shame settled into your bones, wrapped around your lungs, and made every bite of food feel like swallowing glass.

By the time you turned 18, the house didn’t feel like home anymore. You were drowning, suffocating in their expectations and judgments. So when Olivia came into your life, promising something different, you clung to her. She was older, confident, and for a while, she made you feel wanted. She told you she loved you. And that was enough. It had to be.

You moved in with her the moment you graduated. It felt like escape, but the cage followed you.

At first, Olivia seemed understanding. She knew about your parents and how they treated you. She promised things would be better with her. But slowly, the comments started.

"You shouldn’t be eating that."

"If you’d just listen to me, you wouldn’t struggle so much."

"You know, if you tried harder, maybe you wouldn’t feel this way."

It wasn’t outright cruelty. It was subtle. Manipulative. And you let it happen because it wasn’t as bad as before. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

But now, two years later, sitting at the dinner table with a full plate in front of you, it was starting to feel the same.

Olivia’s eyes rolled as she watched you struggle to put the fork in your mouth. “Seriously? This bullshit again? Just eat it.” She yelled, slamming her hands down on the table. The sudden movement made you flinch.

“I... I can’t.” Your voice was barely a whisper, even you could barely hear it.

Olivia exhaled sharply, pushing back her chair. “You’re 20 years old, fucking act like it.” She grabbed her keys and stood up, her tone shifting just as quickly as she did. “You coming?”

Oh, right. You promised to go to the gym with her. Well, actually, she made you say yes.

You shook your head, avoiding her gaze. From your peripheral vision, you saw her facial expression change. She laughed—mocking, sharp, humiliating.

“Whatever.” She grabbed her things and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Silence.

For the first time in hours, you felt a small sense of freedom. The tension in your chest loosened just enough for the tears to slip out. You pushed the plate forward, laying your head down on the table, wanting to disappear into the wood beneath you.

Then, footsteps.

Oh fuck. Olivia’s roommate.

Ellie walked into the kitchen, dressed in Spider-Man pajamas, an empty Red Bull can swinging from her fingers. She didn’t acknowledge you at first, just went straight to the fridge, searching for something to eat.

“You can have this,” you murmured, pushing the plate toward her.

Ellie glanced at the food, then back at you. She smiled softly. “No, that’s your food.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “I’m not hungry. I ate after work.” You lied.

Ellie turned to face you, studying you for a moment before speaking. “Hm, what did you eat?”

Your eyes widened. You weren’t expecting her to ask that. “Uh… a chicken salad.”

She sat down next to you, her green eyes filled with something unfamiliar—gentleness. Empathy.

“I can tell when people are lying.” Her voice was soft, careful. “So tell me what you really ate.”

Your throat tightened. You could already hear the insults forming, waiting to cut into you. But they never came. Instead, you felt her hand rest on your shoulder, grounding you.

“Hey… It’s okay. It’s okay to cry.”

That was all it took. The dam broke, and the tears you had been holding back fell freely.

Ellie didn’t say anything else, just pulled you in for a short side hug. Her warmth spread through you, making you feel something foreign—comfort.

“I get it,” she said after a while. “But you have to eat.”

You swallowed hard. “I can’t…” Just looking at the food made your stomach twist with nausea.

Ellie nodded, understanding. “I know you feel like you can’t. But I’ll be here, okay?” She gently pushed the plate closer to you but didn’t grab the fork. “I’m not gonna force you, but I believe in you, baby.”

Baby.

It rolled off her tongue so easily. It wasn’t mocking, wasn’t cruel. It was soft. Safe.

You looked at her, then the food. Slowly, hesitantly, you picked up the fork. Your hands were shaking. The voices in your head grew louder.

You put the fork back down.

Ellie said nothing, just rubbed circles on your back, a constant reminder that she was there. That she wasn’t going anywhere.

You thought of her words.

I believe in you.

You took a deep breath and tried again. This time, you managed to bring the fork to your mouth, chewing slowly. It felt like an eternity before you swallowed.

Ellie grinned, clapping her hands together. “You did it!”

“It was only one bite…” You frowned. You glanced at the clock—thirty minutes had passed. “It took me half an hour to eat one bite of food. Pathetic.”

Ellie’s smile faded. “Hey,” she tapped your hands, making you look at her. “Thirty minutes ago, you said you couldn’t eat anything. But you did. That’s not pathetic. That’s progress.”

Your lips twitched slightly, almost forming a smile. “I guess you’re right.”

Ellie was about to speak again, but a loud voice cut her off.

“What the fuck is going on here?!”

Olivia.

The sight of you and Ellie sitting close together, her arm around you, set her off instantly.

Ellie stood up, her eyes blazing. “Alright, that’s enough. She’s your girlfriend, for god’s sake, and you’re treating her like shit.”

“Whatever. I don’t have time for this.” Olivia scoffed, rolling her eyes as she walked away.

Before you could react, Ellie grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward the door.

“Ellie! What are you doing? We can’t just leave.”

Ellie turned to face you, her grip firm but gentle. “Do you love Olivia? Or do you just deal with her because you think she’s better than your parents?”

Your breath hitched.

She wasn’t better. She was just another version of them.

Ellie’s expression softened. “Come with me.”

You hesitated for only a second before nodding.

Hand in hand, Ellie led you away.

For the first time in a long time, you believed things could get better.

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[luna-azzurra]

do you have any advice for writing a love confession without making it grossly cheesy or awkward?

im writing one between long time childhood best friends that are EXTREMELY close and im so stuck

Since these two characters have been best friends for a long time, the confession should feel like it’s built off their history together. Maybe start with a memory that’s meaningful to both of them. It doesn’t have to be a huge, dramatic moment, something small but personal, like a time they supported each other or a running joke they’ve had forever.

For example, one of them could say something like

“Remember that time we got caught in the rain walking home from school, and you made up that ridiculous song to keep me from freaking out? I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately… and I realized that’s when I first started seeing you differently.”

When people confess their feelings, especially in a real and vulnerable way, it’s usually not in flowery language. If you try to make it too poetic or dramatic, it might feel forced. Instead, keep it honest and straightforward. They don’t need to say “I’ve loved you all along” in some grand, movie-like way. Let the confession come out more naturally, almost like they’ve been fighting it for a while and finally just have to get it off their chest.

You could have them say

“I don’t really know how to say this, and it might sound weird… but somewhere along the way, I started seeing you as more than just my best friend.”

There’s no way for this kind of confession to be totally smooth, and honestly, that’s what makes it feel more authentic. They’ve been best friends forever, so there’s going to be nerves, maybe some hesitation or stumbling over words. Lean into that awkwardness, it actually makes the moment more relatable and shows how important it is to them.

Maybe one of them starts talking, realizes they’re rambling, and tries to correct themselves. Like

“Okay, wait, that sounded dumb, let me start over. What I’m trying to say is… you mean a lot to me, more than I’ve probably ever said out loud, and it’s kind of terrifying because I don’t want to mess things up between us. But I’ve gotta be honest, this is how I feel.” The vulnerability in admitting they’re scared to ruin the friendship makes it more heartfelt and real.

This is probably the most important part! These two aren’t just falling for each other out of nowhere, they’ve built this strong, deep friendship over the years. So the confession should acknowledge how much that means to them. Make it clear that the romantic feelings don’t take away from their friendship but add to it.

You could have one of them say something like

“You’ve always been the person I turn to for everything, and that’s not gonna change, no matter what. But lately, I’ve been feeling something more, and I can’t keep pretending it’s not there. I just hope it doesn’t mess things up between us.” This way, they’re emphasizing that the friendship is still the foundation of everything, but they can’t ignore the fact that it’s evolving into something deeper.

Overall, just make sure it feels true to the characters and their relationship. Don’t feel like you have to tie it up neatly with a perfect line or a romantic kiss right away. The beauty of this kind of love confession is that it’s messy and emotional, and it should reflect the complexity of their relationship. They don’t need to have all the answers right away. Let the moment be about the honesty and the fact that they’re finally admitting something that’s been building for a while.

Maybe end with something like

“I don’t know where this goes from here, but I had to tell you. You’re too important to me to keep pretending like I don’t feel this way.” This leaves room for both characters to process what’s happening without forcing a big romantic resolution right away. It’s more about them taking that first step into new territory, which feels more genuine and in line with the close friendship they’ve had for so long.

[777bae]

ALWAYS YOU JAMES HAGENS

Summary :: Seeing James with someone else sparks something you didn’t expect. But when he finally speaks, everything changes. You’ve always been his favorite—and he’s about to prove it. (REQUESTED :: prompt 15)

Warnings :: small amount of jealousy, kissing

Word count :: 1.7k

You don’t mean to feel this way.

James has always been your best friend—the one constant in your life, the person who knows you better than anyone else. He’s the one who’s been there through every high and low, the one who instinctively knows when you need a distraction and when you just need to be heard. He’s seen you at your worst and somehow never left, never looked at you any differently.

You’ve spent years by his side, falling into an effortless rhythm of inside jokes and whispered confessions, of late-night drives where the silence between you was just as comfortable as the words. The kind of friendship that feels safe, unshakable.

And maybe that’s why this moment—this stupid, insignificant moment—stings more than it should.

She’s standing close. Too close. Close enough that her shoulder almost brushes his as she laughs, tilting her head back just slightly, as if the sound is meant just for him. There’s an ease in the way she leans in, like she belongs there, like she has every right to take up that space beside him.

And James—he’s smiling at her. Not just any smile, but his smile. The one that makes your stomach flip and your breath catch, the one that’s always felt like yours. It’s the same lopsided grin that’s been your undoing more times than you can count, the one that makes his eyes light up just before he teases you, the one that’s made you feel special.

But right now, it’s aimed at someone else.

You try to tell yourself it doesn’t matter. That it’s just James. That this—whatever this is—is nothing more than misplaced jealousy, a reflex born from years of knowing him, of being the one who’s always had his attention.

And yet, the knot in your chest tightens, because deep down, you know it’s not just that. It’s not just about him smiling at someone else.

It’s about the terrifying, undeniable truth that maybe… maybe he smiles at everyone like that.

Maybe you were never different.

You don’t even realize how long you’ve been watching until James looks up. His laughter fades mid-sentence, his expression shifting the second his gaze meets yours. His brows draw together, his lips parting slightly as if he’s about to say something—but you don’t give him the chance.

Your heart stumbles, your stomach twists, and before the weight of whatever’s lingering in his eyes can settle over you, you turn away.

You turn away, swallowing hard, pretending you don’t care.

Except you do.

You care more than you want to admit, more than you can even begin to understand. And James—because he’s always been frustratingly good at reading you—doesn’t let it slide.

You hear him before you see him, the familiar sound of his footsteps cutting through the noise around you. A moment later, he’s there, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him at your side. It’s stupid how much comfort that brings—how, even now, even when your chest feels tight and your thoughts are a mess, his presence still feels like home.

“Hey.”

His voice is soft, laced with quiet concern, like he already knows something’s wrong. And maybe he does. He always seems to.

You force yourself to keep your arms crossed, to stare straight ahead at nothing in particular. “Hey,” you mumble, hoping he’ll let it go.

He doesn’t.

James doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything at first—he just watches you. Waiting. Giving you the space to say whatever it is that’s clearly on your mind. But when the silence stretches too long, when you refuse to acknowledge him, he nudges your shoulder, his touch light but insistent.

“Alright, what’s up? You’ve been weird.”

Your grip tightens around your own arms, fingers digging into your skin like that alone can hold you together. “I’m not weird,” you mutter, but even you don’t sound convincing.

James huffs out a quiet laugh, the sound laced with something softer, something that makes your pulse trip over itself. “You’re avoiding looking at me. That’s pretty weird.”

You finally glance at him, only to regret it immediately.

He’s too close.

Too close, too real, too James.

His eyes lock onto yours, searching—always searching—and the intensity of his gaze makes it impossible to breathe. And the worst part? He looks concerned. Like he actually, genuinely cares.

Like whatever this is, whatever you’re feeling, matters to him.

You shake your head quickly, forcing out a dry laugh. “It’s nothing.”

James doesn’t buy it. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move, just waits you out with that unwavering patience of his. You can feel his attention pressing in on you, demanding the truth without a single word.

You exhale sharply, the words slipping out before you can stop them. “You just—looked like you were having a great time, that’s all.”

James blinks, his expression shifting—subtle, but noticeable. “What?”

You shrug, trying to play it off, trying to ignore the way your heart is hammering against your ribs. “With her.”

The silence that follows is deafening.

James just stares at you, his jaw tightening slightly, his expression unreadable. You can practically see the gears turning in his head, like he’s trying to piece something together, like he’s searching for the right words. And for a split second, you think maybe you’ve said too much. Maybe this is it—the moment everything shifts, the moment you lose him.

But then, suddenly, he exhales a quiet chuckle, running a hand through his hair in that way he always does when he’s exasperated or thinking too hard.

“Unbelievable,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you.

Your stomach twists. “What?”

James doesn’t answer. Not with words, at least. Instead, he takes a step closer, closing the already small space between you until you can feel the warmth of him, the quiet steadiness he’s always carried. And then, slowly—almost hesitantly—his fingers brush against yours. It’s the lightest touch, barely there, but it sends a spark of something electric up your spine.

Your breath catches.

For a second, he hesitates, his fingertips lingering at the edge of yours like he’s giving you a choice—to pull away, to pretend this moment isn’t happening. But you don’t move. You can’t move. And that’s all the permission he needs.

James intertwines his fingers with yours completely, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like they belong there. And maybe they do.

Your pulse is a frantic rhythm in your ears, but James is steady—always steady. His thumb brushes lightly against your skin, soothing, grounding, but when he finally speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper.

“I thought you knew,” he says softly, his gaze locked onto yours. “You’ve always been my favorite.”

Your heart stops.

Not because of the words—though they alone are enough to send your mind reeling—but because of the way he says them.

Like it’s obvious. Like it’s never even been a question.

Like it’s always been you.

You swallow hard, your mind racing, searching his face for any hint of teasing, any sign that this is some kind of joke. That he’s just messing with you like he always does. But there’s none.

Just quiet certainty. Just James, looking at you the way he always has—but now, you see it. Now, you understand what’s been there all along.

Your chest tightens, a thousand words tangling on the tip of your tongue, but none of them feel like enough. None of them feel right.

“James—”

He shakes his head, cutting you off before you can overthink, before you can talk yourself out of this, before you can let doubt win.

“No more pretending,” he murmurs, his voice steady, his grip on your hand firm like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go.

And then—before you can stop him, before you can even think to try—he lifts his free hand to your cheek, his touch impossibly gentle, warm, familiar. He tilts your face up to his, fingertips barely brushing against your skin, like he’s giving you the chance to pull away.

You don’t.

Your breath catches, the space between you charged, stretched too thin, an unspoken question hanging in the air.

Everything slows.

James is right there, so close you can feel the faintest brush of his breath against your lips. His eyes flicker between yours, searching, waiting—giving you the chance to change your mind, to say something, anything.

But words fail you.

So instead, you answer the only way you can.

You close the distance and finally, finally kiss him back.

The moment your lips meet his, the world seems to tilt, and for the first time in what feels like forever, everything just makes sense. It’s as if something clicks into place, as if all the years of laughter, late-night conversations, and unspoken feelings have been leading to this exact moment. Like the universe itself exhales, like this was always meant to happen.

James stills for the briefest second, like he can’t quite believe this is real, and then he melts into you, his grip on your hand tightening like he never intends to let go. A quiet sound escapes him, something between a sigh and a hum, and the sheer relief in it sends warmth spreading through your chest.

And then he’s kissing you deeper, like he’s making up for lost time, like he’s afraid this moment might slip away if he doesn’t hold on tight enough. His fingers thread into your hair, cradling the back of your head as he tilts you closer, his touch both firm and impossibly gentle. It’s overwhelming in the best way—the way he touches you, the way he kisses you, like you’re something to be treasured, something he’s wanted for so long but never thought he’d have.

You can feel it in every breath he takes, in the way he lets out the softest exhale against your lips, like he’s been holding it in for years. Like he’s been waiting for you to realize what’s been right in front of you all along.

Like it’s always been you.

And as you kiss him back—your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, your heart pounding against your ribs—you know, without a shadow of a doubt, that it has always been him, too.

[angeldiarybook]

“𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬“

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐮

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠:𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠,𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐬𝐭𝐮,𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞!𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲,𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 “𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠“ 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫,𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟗𝟎𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧/𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 (I would’ve accepted them😔✋🏼)

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞:𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐞��𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐮 ,𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬.𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡

I walked out the lunch room to see Billy and Stu sitting outside at a lunch table

Stu was grinning and laughing at something as billy shook his head as he held back a smile

I smiled as I approached them

“Hey Billy,hey Stu ” I said

Billy turned his head towards me as Stu shot his head straight at me

they both acknowledged me

Billy cleared his throat

“Hey babe” he said giving me a quick peck on my check as I sat next to him

Stu just gave me a quick ‘hey’ as his whole demeanor changed from laughing his ass off to having a blank look on his face

I don’t understand what the dudes problem is he always acts different when I’m around

He gets quiet and just observes which is very not like him since he talks and jokes a lot

Does he not like me? Does he find me annoying?does he not think I’m good for billy?

He’s such an energetic fun person but his vibe just comes down whenever I’m around

Which upsets me because I don’t know what I’ve done to make him dislike me

I try not to think much of it but it’s always been painfully obvious to me that he doesn’t like me for the time me and Billy have been dating

I brush the feeling off as I pull out some paper sheets

“Look what I got.bam!” I said slamming my 3 test scores that all had A’s on them

“Wow impressive I can see you didn’t sleep while taking your test or fail them unlike Stu ” Billy teased but it can be hard to tell when he’s joking when he talks like he’s always shitty

I shoved him which caused him to grin as Stu awkwardly chuckled

“Are you always a jerk?” I asked

Billy shrugged as his hand rested on my thigh

“I wasn’t being a jerk I was just stating that Stu failed the test that you passed” he said as he plopped a grape in his mouth

I rolled my eyes at his Statement

“Thanks buddy” Stu said cheekily and sarcastically

“One day when you get your shit rocked for being rude and weird I’m not going to do anything about it” I told billy as he snorted

*ring*

The bell rang

“Alright I’ll see you later” Billy said as he kissed me on the lips

As Billy’s lip were pressed against mine I felt some pair of eyes staring dead at us

I took a glance look to see Stu staring at us

In a strange way I couldn’t explain

As if he loathed me

It felt unsettling…

As I pulled away from the kiss

Billy gave me a quick bye as we he parted ways with Stu

I started walking to my next class

But I couldn’t help but to look back

I stared directly at Stu’s tall figure as I furrowed my brows

*after school*

I stretched in my chair and groaned

Ughh finally damn

I just finished studying

I better pass that damn class

I started zoning out

For some reason Billy’s beautiful features popped up in my mind

I started missing him

Maybe I should surprise him

We haven’t really hung out with each other in a while

He’s always with Stu

Which I don’t mind that’s his best friend and it’s not like I’m a controlling girlfriend who’s going to stop him from seeing his friends

I just miss him

I got up,put my sneakers on,and started making my way towards Billy’s house

I made my way to the front door and was about to knock

But before I could Billy’s dad opened the front door

He gave me a confused face as I looked surprised by his presence

He looks like a wolf to me…

“Oh hi Mr.loomis is Billy home?” I asked

“Yes ___ he’s in his room with Stu” Mr.loomis said as he made his way out the door and allowed me to come in

“Oh okay thanks” I said as he gave me a ‘mhm’ as he walked to his car in his suit

Of course he’s going to work

As he drove off I mumbled ‘bitch’ under my breath

I really don’t like Billy’s dad

He just gives me a strange vibe

I made my way towards Billy’s room

But kept my distance as it sounded like he was arguing with someone

Is he fighting with Stu?

“I just want an explanation” Stu said frustratedly

“What explanation Stu?” Billy asked annoyed

“Why are you so afraid of us being together?” Stu said

What..?

“Who said I’m afraid?” Billy responded

“Am I just not your type?” Stu asked

“What are you on about Stu” Billy asked clearly not happy

“if I was pretty like ___ and a girl like her you would date me wouldn’t you?” Stu said

As Billy groaned

I completely froze

What the hell is going on

“Why is ___ always brought up in these meaningless points you try to make ” Billy stated more then asking

“Why do we have to be kept a secret but you’re able to date ___ publicly” Stu said upset

my eyes widen

“How come you never complained about any of my past girlfriends or me and you being together in secret but now all of a sudden it’s a problem that I’m dating ___?” Billy asked annoyed and mad

“Because it’s obvious you actually like her unlike your past girlfriends…” Stu said

“So you’re jealous of her” Billy stated bluntly

Stu scoffed

“Now you’re just being a dick” Stu said

“I’m not but you clearly feel some type of negative way against my girlfriend simply because I give her the slightest bit of attention it just shows you see her as a ‘threat’ between us” Billy said

“Well how do you think I’m supposed to feel when you’re never honest” Stu said

Billy looked at him confused

“You say you love me but all you care about is using me to get your revenge” Stu said bluntly to Billy

As Billy groaned

“You got to be kidding me.Don’t try to pull that shit don’t act like you’re fucking innocent you don’t even have a motive you’re doing it for the fun and thrill of it.you’re just as bad as me.you gave in so quickly when I asked you if you wanted to join me so don’t fucking act as if I guilt tripped you or gas lit you.you’re not a victim Stu” Billy said really bluntly with a gruff

Stu looked down to his lap like a wounded puppy

“I think I should go” Stu said vividly not happy

Billy sighed

“Don’t” Billy Said with a much calmer voice yet it still felt rough

“Well what’s the point of me staying if we’re just going to argue” Stu said

Before Stu could sit up from Billy’s bed

Billy harshly grabbed Stu’s jaw and started kissing him very roughly as Stu passionately kissed him back

What..the..fuck..

I was finally able to move

My heart beated rapidly

I quickly made my way out the house as sneakily as I could

I was scared for my life that they would hear me

I shut the front door as quietly as I could

I successfully shut it and as soon as the door locked

I sprinted

I ran as fast as I could to my house

I was scared of what Billy might have done if he caught me or found out that I found out he’s cheating on me with Stu

I know how violent Billy can get when he’s upset

Which is something he never hid from me

Who knows what he’s capable of

I had so many questions running through my head

How long have they been a secret for?

Is he too scared to tell me he’s gay?

Does he actually like me or just using me?

What revenge was Stu talking about ?

And What motive?

I’m hurt but I’m more confused then hurt

Well atleast now I know why Stu doesn’t like me

It’s because he’s in a secret relationship with my boyfriend

Or am I just in a public relationship with his boyfriend?

At this point I don’t even fucking know

It’s not like I would judge them I just don’t like being lied to and used

My stomach twisted

As if I was about to barf

His disloyalty and manipulating self made me sick

It’s obvious Stu doesn’t care how I feel or if I get hurt yet I feel bad because he loves Billy enough to be getting used like that

But I know whatever “plan” or “revenge” they have going on Stu is doing that by choice

And it scares the shit out of me

What am I going to do…

Guys imma make a part 2 of reader confronting one of them 👀trust BUT do y’all wanna see a Stu pov of him loathing/envying reader and his toxic secret relationship with Billy?🤨😔 let me know yall

Stu’s just fake asf to us in this fic 🙄

[caramel1mochi]

ㅤㅤPlasma [ Yoru x F! Reader ] [1] [ part 1 / part 2 ] words: 5k / TW: blood, fighting / Please refrain from stealing my work.

ㅤIt's known that earning Yoru's attention is a futile struggle. Still, the first to achieve it is you — a woman who plans for nothing beyond the optimal spot to doze off.ㅤ

note: Mum said it's my turn to wish you all a happy Halloween!!ㅤ Anyway I watched the cinematics 50 times and still mistook the Scions' clothes for robes. But now it's too late to change it so yay.ㅤ Also, this story is pretty lore-heavy so it takes place after the Abyss cinematic. I'd start there hahaㅤ

Dividers by @saradika! Future credits will be in tags.

It all started with one gentle assassin.

An assassin who possessed eyes so innocently bright, a build so friendly and personality so amiable that his recruitment prompted the bosses to question their decision.

'What started?' I hear you ask. And to that, the answer would be a little organisation dubbed the 'Scions of Hourglass'. An organisation with power and control so vast, they managed to hide the discovery of radianite for an undisclosable amount of time. Presumably millennia. As naturally as the planets orbit the sun, every member of this group was brainwashed by their adept commanders. So much so, to entertain the very concept of their underlings having autonomy — or even a sound state of mind — would be beyond laughable.

And Iso was a lovely example of that.

Nevertheless, it led to a rabbit hole. And it was a rabbit hole that proved just how much damage the Scions of Hourglass could do. Indirectly or not, many agents were still affected by it even if they were no longer associated with it — whether it be Omen, Iso, Viper, Reyna… But Clove was one of the few who found it very fun. Mostly because it involved them killing these guys left and right.

Emerging from a smoked off corner, the wee Scot held up their Spectre and immediately began spraying down the one masked soldier in front of them.

Given that he was caught off guard, it didn't take long for the man to fall to his death.

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"Agh, that's gotta hurt." They scoffed as they began reloading. "These lads are helpless."

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Clove jumped once another soldier appeared. However, before he could take the shot, a few bullets from behind dug through his back. Just as he sank to the ground, it revealed their friend, Iso, who appeared from the darkness. His gaze followed the butterflies that previously burst from Clove as they travelled upwards.

For a moment, he was mesmerised by them, but he was quick to meet their gaze once more.

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"Maybe we should go easy on them."

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His tone was too monotone to register as sarcasm to anyone who didn't know him. Thankfully, Clove wasn't a part of that crowd. They took their time to reload as they approached him, and the two began slowly walking off towards one of the doorways.

ㅤ

"Ya reckon we jump off and make this fair?"

ㅤ

Iso lightly smiled, though it was more of an awkward acknowledgement than anything else.

ㅤ

"What is it with you and jumping off things?"

ㅤ

"Dinnae make it sound weird, Iso−"

ㅤ

Gunfire suddenly rang out from behind them.

Caught off-guard, Iso instinctively put up a wall of hexagons to shield them from the storm of bullets that emerged. For a moment, the barrier swallowed every bullet, and the ones that were spared flew past them.

The duo readied their weapons just as it stopped.

When Iso's wall came down, however, the two noticed Omen standing over the corpse of one of the soldiers. They could tell that, by his tense posture, he was angrily glaring at them.

ㅤ

"Focus."

ㅤ

Omen growled, causing Clove to stiffen up as several more butterflies escaped them in anxiety.

Satisfied with their non-verbal apology, Omen took a step away from the doorway they were headed towards. There, he unwittingly approached the sharp rays of the sun, now bathed in the light coming in from the opening above. They could see the particles of dust as they fell.

ㅤ

"I sense something…"

ㅤ

He noticed how the particles shifted towards one direction. But before another word could be exchanged, the three heard the awry static in their radio, moments before a familiar and gentle voice took over their ears.

ㅤ

"Team, I need an update. How are you all holding up?"

ㅤ

Amidst the chaos that had only slightly lessened by now, her voice felt like a much needed break for Iso and Omen.

ㅤ

"I'm detecting an unfamiliar presence."

ㅤ

"Of course, I'll run a quick scan."

ㅤ

Silence promptly befell them.

Clove was about to speak, but they shut themselves up once they heard a hum in the distance. The tense quiet amongst them helped them isolate the noise with ease. But it was so quiet considering how far away it was.

ㅤ

“I’m picking up an… abnormal presence of radiancy in the area.”

ㅤ

Sage noted.

Omen noticed something cut off the sunlight that previously illuminated him. And just as he was about to look up, the answer to his question deafened all three of them. If the unbearably loud whirring accentuated by the enclosed cavern wasn’t enough, the shadow that engulfed them from above forced the rest of the team to also glance up.

There, they finally saw the number of helicopters that were entering the area from above.

Omen brought up a hand and unmuted the radio.

ㅤ

“They’ve brought backup.”

ㅤ

One of the helicopters’ doors swung open, revealing a peculiar soldier who stood at the edge of the vehicle.

This one seemed to be dressed in different apparel; as opposed to the previous soldiers who donned simple brown armour, these ones wore midnight blue robes with silver patterns across, and an unfamiliar marking on the black mask that covered their face. The soldier lifted his hand, and there was a misplaced glow emerging from his palm. It almost mimicked Sage’s.

Only one second passed before the trio were forced to jump out of the way. They narrowly dodged an attack of what seemed to be a massive mound of… ice? Snow? No, it wasn’t either. But it was solid and pure white.

Particles of cyan emerged from the massive shards. It began suffocating them, the massive influx of it creating a burning fog that irritated their lungs with every inhale. Only Omen seemed unharmed by this.

ㅤ

“Team, report! What happened?”

ㅤ

Sage cried out, her voice barely audible in the sudden ruckus.

ㅤ

“They’ve brought radiants this time. Weapons ready.”

ㅤ

He cocked his gun as he explained.

And unlike the two of them, who continuously cleared their throats in a vain attempt to clear their airways, Omen peeked and began shooting the first thing he saw. The thick cyan 'smoke' successfully obscured anything that could be seen. Due to this, he had to rely on his hearing to infer whether or not he hit anything, and the bullets from each side made sure to make that even more difficult.

With one more cough, Clove readied their own Spectre and fixed their posture in preparation for the upcoming rematch… as they called it.

ㅤ

“These people have radiants working for them?!”

ㅤ

“Do they really?”

ㅤ

Clove rolled their eyes at Iso’s cheeky remark.

ㅤ

“Agh, whisht. I’m nae keeping track of yer backstory.”

ㅤ

Clove promptly revealed themselves once more. And although they began rapidly shooting at whatever they could see, they made use of the thick haze to reposition themselves and cover more area. Nonetheless, Compared to Omen's, their voices were dangerously gravelly and weak. Something Sage quickly noticed due to them forgetting to mute their radios earlier.

ㅤ

“All of you must get out as fast as you can! We’re sending backup to–“

ㅤ

“There’s no need for backup−!” He peeked once more and shot, gunning down a soldier just as he noticed him. “What difference do radiants make? We can take care of this ourselves!”

ㅤ

His words were now laden with the fury he lugged around the moment he discovered who he really was. It lacked the serenity he was attributed with mere weeks ago. There was no way to reason with him currently.

However, Iso’s thought process was interrupted once the ground rumbled beneath him, and he looked down to see the area he stood on violently cracking, almost like a mini-earthquake. A massive spike of concrete shot out from under him, but he quickly jumped out of the way.

Thankfully, he landed beside Clove behind a massive pillar.

He only had a few seconds to catch his breath and regain his balance. There, he saw the spike revert back underground, having defiled the exact part of the concrete Iso stood on. He knew he'd be dead if he were a second too late.

ㅤ

“Careful,” he started, “some of them could detect our locations, as well.”

ㅤ

“Ya know them?”

ㅤ

He muted his earpiece. Since he attempted to steal a glance once more, he didn't note the curious glimmer in Clove's eyes behind him. Not when he was too busy struggling not to reveal himself to the enemies by accident.

ㅤ

“I know of them.”

ㅤ

Clove laughed, almost amused. In conjunction with them pulling out a smoke from their dimension, a small glow promptly emitted from their hand; its pale complexion now shifting to a purple, pink and white hue.

ㅤ

“It's fine, Iso. I’ve nae problem killing yer loved ones for you!”

ㅤ

“No, that’s not, uh… that’s not necessary; I can do it myself.”

ㅤ

He wasn’t that soft, was he? Besides, they weren't his loved ones.

ㅤ

“If ya say so. Well then, I’ll be out killing these numpties.”

ㅤ

Iso turned to meet Clove's gaze to nod, but he was caught off guard by the massive cloud behind them.

Clove, clearly happy with his reaction, saluted him with a wide grin and disappeared into the dome of colourful smoke they proudly formed behind his back. It felt like his mind was slightly contorting. Iso would attribute it to anxiety if he weren't surrounded by radiants who worked under this cursed organisation.

He had to act fast.

ㅤ

“Iso, you seem to know them, what can we expect?”

ㅤ

Sage’s voice perked up over the radio.

He peeked and surveyed the area. But for now, there was nothing. He still had to watch out for any misplaced shadows. Some of them can turn invisible, right?

ㅤ

“Uh… Well, violent radiancy.”

ㅤ

“Violent?”

ㅤ

“My bosses have a tendency to search for the… the dangerous radiants.” He quickly shot, killing one blue-robed soldier. “If my memory serves me right, one of them can control our minds if we’re exposed to them long enough.”

ㅤ

Iso immediately hid back behind the pillar when another soldier emerged. The misplaced confusion in his mind slipped just as he shot. So, hopefully it was that one, he mused. But he was too overwhelmed by anxiety and adrenaline to think about anyone else.

ㅤ

“This is worse than I thought. I have to send back-up. Try to stay alive until we’re there, okay?”

ㅤ

Clove’s voice emerged in the radio after that. However, in the midst of all the chaos, he deprioritised their conversation and peeked once more.

But then, Iso saw it.

He saw a soldier, also wearing those blue robes, pull his own blood out from his left hand with a twist of his fingers and… He promptly used it to heal the other one he’d just shot, the fluid entering their gaping wound with relative ease.

Now that he saw this from far away, the sight was macabre.

However, Iso was swiftly caught off guard when a soldier emerged from what he assumed was a locked door behind him.

Though he took aim and shot, his enemy was significantly quicker; the bullets missed no thanks to him being stripped of his ability to move.

He wasn’t too concerned with someone sneaking up on him since he had his shield up, but this man, weaponless, only needed one hand to completely disarm Iso. The clatter of his Vandal as it fell on the ground grew to a mere muffle. It only took a few seconds for Iso to begin losing all control of himself.

For a moment, it was blank. All he could hear were the rapid beats of his own heart.

The enemy in front of him became a lump of midnight blue and vague patterns of silver. Time became slower, his pulsations grew weaker, and breathing devolved into a repetitive task he was urged to drop by whatever remnants of cognitive coherence remained in his decaying mind.

It felt like his blood stopped travelling across his body, and the connection between his nerves grew weaker and weaker. So much so, all sensations were no longer being processed.

Thirty seconds before his brain activity finally ceased. With that over with, the soldier promptly worked away at his brain stem.

Then, there was a flash, and Iso fell to the ground. All of his nerves reconnected within the span of a picosecond.

ㅤ

“Iso, are you with me?”

ㅤ

A voice called out, but he couldn’t respond.

He forgot how to speak. Heck, everything he was used to mere seconds ago felt like an assault to his senses. Light, sound, even the sensation of his clothes as they wrapped around his skin, each cloth harbouring a vastly different texture compared to the last.

Omen placed a hand on his back in an attempt to catch his attention. But in the face of the incomprehensible stabbing pain in his abdomen, it did nothing.

ㅤ

“Iso!”

ㅤ

Omen growled once another soldier presumably appeared, quickly rushing in front of Iso to cover him and gun the enemy down as soon as he could. The fight was easy to slip his mind. Nevertheless, he sat up and sighed, finally catching up.

ㅤ

“I’m, uh…” he wiped the sweat from his forehead, “I’m here, I’m here.”

ㅤ

“What did he do to you?”

ㅤ

Omen asked as he reloaded.

But, for a moment, there was only silence on Iso’s end. It felt like many of his systems were shifting inside of him, mainly his digestive and respiratory system. Almost like they were…

Well, he wasn’t a bloody doctor.

ㅤ

“I– I don’t know.”

ㅤ

“I’ll give you time to recollect yourself.”

ㅤ

A smoke of purple suddenly enveloped Iso, but Omen himself stepped out and continued down towards a doorway. Iso heeded his words; he took his time and let his body catch up.

He had forgotten why he was here, or where he even was. All he knew was that there was something they wanted. Worst of all, there was this peculiar... thing he could control, but he just couldn’t remember what it exactly was.

Although he sat there for a bit, an unfamiliar shout from outside of the smoke caught his attention. The distortion of the voice let him know that it was nobody from his team. Right, right. The mission. He and Clove and… uh, someone else, they all came here for something…

He promptly clutched his weapon, stood up and followed without second thought.

His body felt heavier than usual. Each step required an exponential amount of effort to lift every part of his foot, and holding his heavy Vandal was unbearable. But that didn’t matter.

Not now.

Iso turned the corner and mindlessly gunned down the first thing he’d seen.

One soldier fell, revealing another. But Iso wasn’t quick enough to release the trigger; this led to a bullet piercing his target’s thigh and forcing him to tumble to the ground. His weapon escaped his grip, as well.

Iso's thoughtlessly brought him in front of the soldier he'd just injured. He stopped in front of him, aiming his Vandal right on the centre of his concealed face.

His index finger rapidly tapped on the trigger, almost begging him to shoot already. But… something was wrong.

Iso's eyes were firmly locked on the soldier's sash. His brain wracked itself, desperately attempting to understand why this little detail shut his mind down when it could mean life and death. But the way it was tied was different.

ㅤ

“I know you.”

ㅤ

He muttered.

Decades of training pushed Iso to never hesitate. He didn’t even know why he was killing these people, his instincts told him to. Yet, for some reason, he kept scrutinising the midnight blue sash.

It hung loosely around the soldier's waist. As opposed to the others, who meticulously tied it to make it look both elegant and efficient, this one was simply haphazardly tied together.

With a shake of his head, Iso snapped himself out it and firmly held his gun once more.

ㅤ

“Take the mask off.”

ㅤ

There was naught of a response from the soldier. Impatient, Iso shot inches away from his head.

ㅤ

“I said take it off!”

ㅤ

He shouted, his typically soft voice echoing harshly within the walls that surrounded them. Hearing something like this was so awry coming from Iso. It seems that the soldier also knew this, given the sudden tension that coursed through him.

So, he slowly lifted both hands and used one to push off the hood, letting his platinum-blonde hair loose. Then he clutched the black mask and slid it off, revealing… a very familiar face.

Iso’s eyes widened once he was finally allowed to observe your features. And nothing’s changed. You looked just as tired as the last time he saw you.

Sickly pale skin, droopy eyes, and…

Looking at you made it feel like all of those months never passed. It was as if he just came back from another assassination and went to see you like usual. It took Iso a few seconds before he could even form an appropriate response.

ㅤ

“…Y/N?”

ㅤ

“Hey, Zhao Yu. How's grandma?”

ㅤ

Instinctively, he dropped his weapon and rushed to your side.

ㅤ

“My God, you’re alive! I– I thought I’d never see you again… Why didn’t you say anything? I could’ve killed you!”

ㅤ

“We don’t die that easily, remember?”

ㅤ

“But I– I shot you. I shot your leg.”

ㅤ

He lifted a hand, as if he himself was going to tend to your wound, but you were quick to gently push it away.

ㅤ

“I can take care of it, Zhao Yu.”

ㅤ

He faintly nodded, taking his time to observe you. Looks like he forgot.

ㅤ

“It’s been so long. I’m… I’m sorry I never got back to you. Everything happened so fast, and I just–”

ㅤ

“Hey, be glad you left. The new regulations would drive you insane.”

ㅤ

He averted his gaze as he wiped his forehead. It took him a moment to comprehend you were still here, or how things worked at the organisation before he left.

One month… felt like a decade.

ㅤ

“But you could’ve left… We could’ve left this place together.”

ㅤ

“No hard feelings.”

ㅤ

Using your index finger, you began to heal the injury on your thigh with some sort of radiancy Iso just couldn’t remember. He sounded a bit woozy, now that you thought about it.

ㅤ

“It’s surreal seeing you on the job.”

ㅤ

…

He awkwardly smiled and met your gaze.

ㅤ

“Really? I hope my… my performance wasn’t too bad.”

ㅤ

“Fine at first. It got sloppy fast.”

ㅤ

“Oh… That’s– I’m glad it didn’t– I’m glad it didn’t go… uh…” he shook his head. “What’re we talking about?”

ㅤ

You glanced at him.

ㅤ

“You alright?”

ㅤ

Iso stared at you for a few seconds. Then, a crooked smile painted his lips.

ㅤ

“Huh?”

ㅤ

You lifted a hand and stroked his cheek, collecting a few droplets of sweat that were rapidly dripping down his chin. His skin felt hot and he looked weak. That wasn’t to mention how deathly pale he was becoming.

ㅤ

“You’re ill.”

ㅤ

Iso chuckled awkwardly, almost as if he were drunk.

ㅤ

“Am I really? That doesn’t, uh, That sounds…”

ㅤ

The rest of his words were incomprehensible gibberish even you couldn’t decipher. You clutched his shoulder and shifted his blood to inspect all of the surrounding organs.

This inspection, however, was quickly interrupted when you detected multiple unknown particles floating around in his bloodstream. Worst part is that their erratic structure wasn’t anything you could recognise.

And a healthy body wouldn’t have cluttered blood like this.

Great.

You placed your finger on his neck, gradually moving it down to detect where all of these foreign bodies were coming from. The lower you got, the closer you were to the source.

And it was mostly around the upper abdomen.

ㅤ

“Your organs aren’t working, Zhao Yu; you’re dying.”

ㅤ

You averted your gaze to the healed wound in your thigh. Reactivating whichever organ that was shut down would take more blood than one measly shot to the thigh could ever hope to produce.

ㅤ

“I can fix this. I can fix you."

ㅤ

You clutched the handle of the knife he had concealed on his hip, taking it out. But just as you aimed at your thigh again, an unfamiliar voice rung out from down the hallway, accompanied by rapid sets of footsteps.

ㅤ

“Get your hands off of him!”

ㅤ

You jumped at this order.

But you were quick to react; the blade was tossed away in favour of Iso’s Vandal. You clutched it and stood up, aiming it at the group. More specifically, their leader, who seemed to be a woman with a large ponytail. All you needed was a split second to take aim. Then, without hesitation, you promptly pulled the trigger.

However, the bullets were eaten up by a wall of lilac hexagons formed by your former co-worker. It blocked both your line of sight and any hope of self defence.

You promptly shot Iso a glare.

ㅤ

“What’re you doing?”

ㅤ

For a moment, he stared at the wall he’d created, almost as if he was mesmerised by it. Then, he stood up, peering through the wall and watching the weirdly familiar-looking group grow closer and closer.

Everything was so…

ㅤ

“I, uh… I don’t know.”

ㅤ

The hexagons suddenly came apart.

The group of two you were ordered to kill now morphed onto a group of three, that same phantom man now accompanied by many other faces you hadn’t seen in the briefing. All of their guns were pointed directly at you.

ㅤ

“Hands up, drop the weapon!”

ㅤ

“Make me.”

ㅤ

You hissed in response to a very short Scot. And your reply evidently ruffled their feathers. Or their scales. But another was quick to speak before either of you could shoot.

ㅤ

“This doesn’t have to end violently, okay? Just put the gun down, and we won’t hurt you.”

ㅤ

The one with the ponytail said, holding up one hand towards you as a peaceful gesture. This statement felt like such a slap in the face. So much so, you couldn’t help but cock your rifle specifically in the face of the lady who said it, even when the contingency of death was dangerously probable.

ㅤ

“You don’t get to have peace after what you’ve done.”

ㅤ

“You can’t comprehend what atrocities your superiors committed! They must be dealt with.”

ㅤ

Omen replied... and the sight of him stopped you from being able to respond. But during this conversation, the one with the ponytail began moving towards Iso, and it swiftly caught your attention. She approached Iso with one hand outstretched, and a glow of serene yet saturated shade of teal began forming in the palm of that hand.

Before she could touch Iso, however, a shriek escaped her when an immense amount of pressure suddenly overtook her wrist and forced her away just as you waved your hand.

This allowed you to stand between the two of them and force space.

ㅤ

“Don’t touch him!”

ㅤ

You spat out.

The woman clutched her wrist in an attempt to soothe the pain; her two partners seemed like they were just one nod away from gunning you down then and there. But she only stood there, staring at you in surprise.

ㅤ

“Do you… know him?”

ㅤ

The question caught you off guard. And for a moment, you hesitated, narrowing your eyes.

ㅤ

“…Do you?”

ㅤ

“Yes! We’re the ones who took him in!”

ㅤ

You stared at her. And given his silence as he stood behind you, you knew that Iso wasn’t capable of confirming anything at the moment. He must be seconds away from death, you’re sure of it.

ㅤ

“We’re not against you, okay? We’re with you. Let us help.“

ㅤ

As much as you wanted to kill them all then and there, you weren’t capable of doing such a thing given your measly role. And you knew it would probably upset Iso. He did stop you a minute ago, didn’t he?

So… you had no choice but to take her word for it.

ㅤ

“Zhao Yu’s dying.”

ㅤ

“What?”

ㅤ

You dropped the gun and rushed to his side. This also allowed her to move to him and start healing him alongside you.

ㅤ

“My partner shut down his organs. I think one hasn’t recovered.” You pushed your hand against his chest once more. “Check his abdomen.”

ㅤ

She complied. And there, she felt the same heaviness that tipped you off earlier.

ㅤ

“It’s a large organ… I– I’m not sure, but it could be either his lungs, or his liver… or spleen?”

ㅤ

The phantom stepped up just as you moved elsewhere, accompanied by the tired-looking Scot. They slid their gun back in their holster and held Iso’s left arm.

ㅤ

“Iso! Can you hear me?!”

ㅤ

“We need to get him back on the aircraft.”

ㅤ

The phantom started, but the healer shook her head.

ㅤ

“He could die if we wait for too long. His blood is already full of toxins. We must stay until he’s in a functional state, at the very least.”

ㅤ

“You have to go. Now. The others will kill you.” You called out, holding the mask you left on the ground moments prior. “I’ll tell them you escaped.”

ㅤ

“Yer lads cannae do nothing! We can take them all.”

ㅤ

“We have a different execution procedure. It’s why you have holes forming in your bones.”

ㅤ

You tied the mask back on and lifted your hood, oblivious to how the Scot’s face blanched.

ㅤ

"Aye, maybe we should, er…" they awkwardly chuckled, a few butterflies escaping them, "we should go."

ㅤ

You lifted your hand and went to unmute the radio.

ㅤ

“Wait…” The healer spoke. “Why don’t you come with us? We could use someone with your expertise.”

ㅤ

…

You glanced at her in confusion.

ㅤ

“Are you suggesting I quit?”

ㅤ

“Yes, just like Iso! Whatever abuse you’ve endured, it’ll all end if you decide to join us.”

ㅤ

You paused. The offer sounded seductive, but only to a lower rank like Iso. You were in a much worse position being in a higher one.

ㅤ

“I… won’t live if they catch me.”

ㅤ

“We’ll keep you safe from them. I assure you, they won’t lay a finger on you if you come with us.”

ㅤ

You stared at her for a few seconds, weighing this decision. And you weren’t really sure if it was worth it, even though you knew she wasn’t lying.

On one hand, you’d be freed of the shackles of the Scions of Hourglass, and you probably wouldn’t be indoctrinated every day. And you’d also reconnect with Iso. On the other, you’d have to live in constant anxiety of the contingency of being caught again.

You went to reject her offer… until you glanced at the half-dead Iso.

The kid would never survive without you, would he? He could barely navigate being both a student and a hitman without you or his grandmother’s help. Actually, his grandma probably missed you, huh?

You smiled fondly at the thought. So, you sighed, ripped off the mask, and threw it it on the ground. This allowed the screen to pitifully shatter to a dozen pieces.

ㅤ

“Let’s go.”

ㅤ

Just doing that cemented your path with these new people. The penalty for letting your mask break was severe, especially from Jess. But you weren’t here to endure it.

Not anymore.

With that confirmation, all of you left the base through an exit you were sure nobody was guarding. Unlike Iso, you yourself had enough information on this place to navigate it.

All of you boarded what you presumed was their aircraft and disappeared into the sky.

You were impressed with the speed of the vehicle… for a few seconds until you had to tend to the spaced-out Iso once more. The other healer, Sage, was now working on freeing Clove from whatever hold one of your colleagues had on them.

Apparently you weren’t lying about their bones.

ㅤ

“This is horrible. I’ve never heard of radiants who can manipulate the human body like this. How could such a thing possibly exist?”

ㅤ

Among your efforts to heal him, you were also gently guiding the circulation of Iso’s blood. Not fully controlling it, but instead pushing it to move to encourage his pancreas to start fully functioning again. Or spleen, you didn’t know.

But you could tell that it was working. His blood felt much cleaner than before.

ㅤ

“Our bosses take powerful radiants and brainwash them. They teach them the most effective ways to kill.”

ㅤ

You remembered Luca, and how he acted when he was first being trained. It was hard not to laugh at his face when he discovered his ability could be utilised in such a way; that he himself was capable of rendering someone brain dead so fast.

But it ceased to be funny when your friend was now on the other end of it.

ㅤ

“…Is that what happened to you and Iso?”

ㅤ

You opened your mouth to answer, but Iso’s face slightly shifting at this question made your voice falter. It wasn’t hard to tell he was very uncomfortable at this topic, despite his state.

So you opted to leave him out of the conversation.

ㅤ

“Happened to me.”

ㅤ

“That’s horrible.” Sage averted her gaze. “These people are horrible.”

ㅤ

You contemplated her words for a second, and promptly began to question whether or not Iso told them everything.

Sure, you were a much higher rank than him and thus had more information, but surely he remembered their ritual when it came to recruiting specific radiants? Oh, his memory was shoddy. You couldn’t expect much from it.

You sighed and continued your work. But then, a deep voice interrupted you from your thoughts.

ㅤ

“Your bosses…” Omen started, “what do you know about them? Can you name who’s at the top?”

ㅤ

Your heart skipped a beat.

For a moment, you assumed that Omen wasn't speaking to you, but given the fact that he was looking right at you… You braced yourself before finally responding.

ㅤ

“I… only know those way below them.”

ㅤ

“How does that work?”

ㅤ

You stopped and leaned back, stretching your fingers in an attempt to ease the soreness, a vain attempt to take your mind off of the fact you were talking to Omen.

ㅤ

“It’s a hierarchical structure; information gets lost the further down you go. Nobody knows who’s at the top.”

ㅤ

Omen faintly nodded.

And yet, he seemed incredibly unsatisfied with this answer. Your words seemed concordant with Iso’s, albeit a bit more detailed. He himself never mentioned the hierarchical structure of this organisation. But now that they thought about it, it made sense…

So, that meant that Iso was a low rank? Sage mused to herself. But another question took priority in her mind.

ㅤ

“I presume you’re a healer as well?”

ㅤ

“I am.”

ㅤ

“Wonderful! How do your powers work, exactly?”

ㅤ

“I control blood.”

ㅤ

Sage went to reply, but she paused at your response. Control blood? That didn’t seem to match what she was seeing.

ㅤ

“Ah, but, wouldn’t that make you just as capable of manipulating the body as your… um, your former partners?”

ㅤ

“No. It’s suppressed. I can only heal.”

ㅤ

“Really? How–”

ㅤ

“Can we save this conversation for when we land?”

ㅤ

Iso suddenly interrupted. His voice, though monotone, still caught everyone in the aircraft off guard. To the rest, it was incredibly surprising. Clove and Sage’s concerned expressions gave it away.

But to you? You knew that he loathed these questions; combined with your presence, they were digging up too many unbearable memories. This particular aspect of the legendary and feared hitman must be new for them.

Sage promptly cleared her throat.

ㅤ

“Your recruitment should yield… very fruitful results. On both sides.”

ㅤ

Sage said with a smile. Though friendly, you could tell she was just as taken aback as everyone else in the room. You couldn’t help but stare at her blankly for a few minutes.

Then, you turned back to Iso and continued healing him, all while Sage focused on Clove.

[vaguely-humanoid-form]

maybe I haven't been looking at the sky

post-sonic 3 fic about stone. stobotnik too. oh yeah baby it's time for some pain.

word count is a bit under 3.6k

featuring: grief like so much grief, lots of hurt, a smidgen of comfort, second-person narration, so many goddamn timestamps, did I mention hurt, acknowledgement of shadow the hedgehog being like an actual teenager, shadow the hedgehog being kind of like a weird cat, the smallest hint of sonadow, and, of course, hurt.

have fun! >:3

p.s.: the title is from Maud Gone by Car Seat Headrest because I like that song and it fits too well

June 24, 2024, 3:26 AM

You wake up.

You don't immediately open your eyes, though, because if you stay in the darkness, you can pretend that everything is alright. You can pretend that nothing's changed.

You can pretend he's still here.

You open your eyes.

It's still dark, and you can only just barely make out the hotel room ceiling above you.

You can hear the soft pitter-patter of the London rain against the window.

You spare a glance at the clock on the bedside table.

You know you won't be able to fall asleep.

Four hours of rest is enough, anyway.

You get up.

You take a shower.

Your reflection in the mirror seems to bore holes through your skull.

You brush your teeth, and you get dressed.

You work, because you have nothing else to do.

You go to get shitty hotel coffee and breakfast.

On instinct, you grab two cups.

You decide you don't want coffee anymore.

June 24, 2024, 12:58 PM

Your lunch is tasteless, and not just because it's British.

You think you would've laughed at that only 24 hours ago.

You don't think about if he would've.

You don't have much to work on.

Your hands itch. Everything feels so still. So static.

You try not to think about it. You try to think about anything else.

You think about how cold it is for a summer day.

You think about the smell of rain on the sidewalk.

You don't look at the sky.

You count your steps to fill your mind with something, anything.

It takes you precisely 673 steps to get back to your hotel from the lunch spot.

You don't think about how odd it feels to walk so slowly.

You don't think about how lonely you are.

You don't think about the Crab sunk in the Thames.

You don't think about him.

June 24, 2024, 7:31 PM

It's been 24 hours since it happened.

You feel empty.

You feel empty and sweaty and gross despite the wind chill and you shower again.

Your reflection stares at you again. It accuses you, blames you. It says it's your fault.

In its eyes, you can almost see something like him.

You cover the mirror.

You get yourself ready for bed, and you lay there under the hotel duvet, air conditioner blasting, and you shiver, but you don't get up to change it.

The Doctor prefers it cold, so–

You stare at the ceiling. It looks blurrier than usual.

You don't fall asleep for another few hours.

June 30, 2024, 1:08 PM

Montana is certainly better than London. At least, you'd say so.

It was a good idea to keep paying the lease on the Mean Bean. It's something you know.

You can't decide whether the familiarity makes you feel better or worse.

At least G.U.N. doesn't want anything to do with you, which you are more than welcome to.

Your “house,” if it can even be called that, what with its studio apartment style, in the back of the Mean Bean feels foreign to you, but the warmth feels nice.

The café stays cold.

You say it's to save money on the heating bill.

You were always good at pretending.

July 23, 2024, 4:23 PM

It's been exactly one month.

The hedgehog visits you today.

You know you should be plotting against him. You should be planning your revenge. You should be scheming to get rid of him once and for all–

But you're just so tired.

And in the end, he didn't want what happened, either.

He smiles at you as he orders a hot chocolate, but you can see the tightness in his face.

You bring up the other hedgehog, Shadow, and he falters for a moment.

You don't smile, not really, but your face softens as you come to an understanding.

You can't talk about him, but listening to Sonic talk about Shadow helps to dull the pain for a moment.

Before he leaves, Sonic gives you a sad smile, and tells you he's sorry about the Doctor.

Your throat closes up.

You stand still as the door opens and closes.

Your hands are shaking as you close.

August 16, 2024, 1:15 PM

Ever since he visited you the first time, Sonic has come back every other day for a hot chocolate and a chat.

The kid seems to always have something to say. You suppose he's hyperactive in many ways.

He's nice to you, and a part of you hates it, but you can't get yourself to get rid of the kid. Even if he says he stops by to check on how you're doing, you know it's helpful for him, too.

Deep down, you feel guilty for commiserating with the enemy. The guilt is something you opt to push down, though, because it makes you think of him.

You're interrupted when Sonic walks through the door with his human quasi-father in tow. Tom, you think his name is.

If you're honest, he looks like shit. His arm is in a cast and he's walking with a slight limp. The bags under his eyes are nothing to scoff at, either, but he gives you a soft smile.

He only orders a water, and drinks it slowly as Sonic chatters at his side about the shop.

You know he's been worried about Tom, and you're glad to see he's alright, but a twinge of resentment bites at you.

Why couldn't have you gotten a happy ending, too?

August 27, 2024, 1:00 PM

He's back again, and he brought his friends: the fox and the echidna.

You freeze for a moment when you see the fox. The conversation you had with him plays in the back of your mind and you relentlessly shoo it away.

The echidna is still annoying, but it's funny to see him order a shot of espresso and then immediately choke when he takes one sip.

When you're not trying to fight each other, they're good kids. You appreciate the effort they're making, at the very least.

It's nice to have noise to fill up the air. Helps quiet the thoughts a little bit, especially when the shop doesn't get much traffic these days.

Chatting with the alien children gives you something to do, too, since you can't do latte art anymore.

Your hands start shaking the moment you try.

So, you listen to them talk: teasing each other, making bad jokes, ranting about this or that.

When they leave, they all say goodbye, and while the silence is still suffocating, you're finding it slightly easier to breathe.

September 10, 2024, 8:01 AM

It's his birthday today, and you can't get yourself out of bed.

You can't even properly cry. Quiet tears roll down your face and stain your pillow.

You can't get back to sleep, either. You don't know if you would even want to. You don't know if you could bear to see his face in your dreams.

You stare at the brick wall, bare of photos or posters or plans, and you can't get yourself to look away.

September 10, 2024, 1:30 PM

The door to your “house” opens and you jump from your bed.

Team Sonic broke into your house.

You would be angry. You should be angry. But you can't muster up the energy.

Sonic says something that you don't register, and Knuckles proudly holds out a messily-made cupcake in front of him.

When you get a closer look…

Oh.

It's for the Doctor.

When you look up, Sonic is giving you that same sad smile he did the first time he came to the cafe. He says he knows how you've been going through a hard time, and that since today is the Doctor’s birthday, he wanted to do something special.

It takes everything in your being to not burst out sobbing in front of the kids.

You all sit around the cupcake and sing to it.

You falter on the name. They don't seem to mind.

You can't bear to eat any of the cupcake, so you stick it in the fridge.

The second those kids are out the door, you cry so hard you can barely stand.

September 12, 2024, 1:12 PM

Tails bursts through the shop door, startling you and the single customer sitting at a table in the corner.

He starts talking, so fast you can only make out a few words.

Before you can tell him to slow down, Sonic runs in after him, smiling brighter than the sun and presenting to you…

…Shadow?

You nearly short-circuit.

How is he alive?

You ask as much, and they all shrug their shoulders, minus Shadow who stands there staring at you without expression.

Apparently, Shadow has some sort of minor amnesia. He can't remember much immediately before…

Well.

But, still, he's alive.

And that sparks something deep in your chest.

You wouldn't dare to believe anything. You know he's… gone.

But a tiny, near molecular voice in the back of your head says what if?

And you can't give into it, but the voice, small as it is, nestles itself in between your cerebrum and cerebellum.

Back to reality, the alien children have decided that Shadow will stay with you.

Their home doesn't have the room for yet another anthropomorphic hedgehog in it, apparently.

You don't seem to have a say in the matter.

You can't say you mind too much.

September 12, 2024, 4:25 PM

You take him in and set up a futon in a clear area of your house.

You give him a tour, which really isn't much considering there are only two actual rooms.

He follows you around, nodding or shaking his head slightly whenever you ask him a question. He's quiet. Shy, even.

You make a simple dinner in silence, and he mumbles a thank you when you hand him his plate.

He falls asleep while you're working, and when you get a closer look at him…

…Did he always look that young?

Minus the 50 years he spent in stasis, he couldn't have been more than 15. Maybe 16, if you're being generous.

His brows furrow in his slumber, painfully familiar, and you're suddenly reminded of the fact that he is, in a way, a Robotnik.

You draw in a sharp breath and blink away the stinging in your eyes.

Maybe you'll sleep early.

September 23, 2024, 1:08 PM

Three months.

It's been three months since it happened, and the pain has only barely dulled.

You're starting to wonder if the coping mechanism of bottling everything up as much as you possibly can isn't working as well as you thought it would.

Shadow has opened up more, at least. He's still quiet and sometimes stares at you, wide-eyed and expressionless, but you've had a good few conversations with him.

You've shown him how to operate some of the coffee machines, even if he isn't quite tall enough to reach them very well on his own.

Every day you spend with him, the more it sets in just how young he is.

For the first week or two after… what happened, you resented him for being a part of it all. But now?

You just see a scared kid.

Team Sonic has been back to the Mean Bean a few times since Shadow arrived. He's incredibly socially awkward and is not one for idle chit-chat, but you've seen a hint of a smile on his face a couple times, and that's enough for you.

His memories have been returning slowly. Despite the voice screaming at you at every waking moment, you don't want to hold out hope. You don't want to be crushed again when the inevitable reality hits you that he is really gone.

You remember when it happened, when three months ago, you watched the Doctor dedicate his last words to you.

You remember going through every stage of grief and then some all at once.

You remember thinking you were done with that process, then, after it hit you like a freight train in all of 20 seconds.

You checked into a hotel, perfectly calm. You went up the elevator, fine. You unlocked the door to your room, ok.

Then you shut the door behind you and realized you'd accidentally gotten a room with two beds.

You remember the taste of bile at the back of your throat.

You blink and you're back where you were, alien children conversing at the counter in your coffee shop. You realize you've been holding the same empty mug and towel for a while.

When you set them down, your palm is indented from the fabric.

October 12, 2024, 2:00 PM

Shadow has warmed up to everything a lot more since he arrived last month.

You've seen him shoot back straight espresso like it was water, which drove Knuckles insane, and, for whatever reason, made you glow with pride.

He's slowly started asking for things directly: meals, things to do, what have you. You finally got to make that revenge guac for you both. It was great.

You had to try to not choke on it.

He's insanely excited for Halloween. It's refreshing to see him like this. He's usually a pretty doom-and-gloom type of guy, and there's a pain within him that you resonate with. But right now, he looks so happy, asking if you can decorate the cafe for the holiday. Of course, you do.

His memory is almost fully restored, too. You're happy about it, but it also instills an intense anxiety in you.

You aren't sure which situation it is that's making you feel like this.

Maybe both.

It'll be 4 months in a little under a week.

You don't think it's stopped hurting.

When you get a moment to be alone, it all comes rushing back at you, and suddenly you feel like you did when it first happened.

But the hurting isn't that bad all the time. Not anymore.

It settles in your chest when you're distracted by something, knocking on your ribs when you're reminded of it.

It's constant, like a bruise that just won't go away.

But it's manageable.

What is less manageable, however, is the voice.

Every day that passes, the voice gets louder, crawling further into your brain and making itself known.

Hell, it's even shown up in your dreams.

As annoying as it is, though, it makes you think about your grief beyond what you had been.

Whenever you have one of the dreams, you wake up and shower, and sit in the water and think.

Mostly, your brain has focused on his absence. The fact that he's… gone.

But, then you start to wonder.

Would this have happened if you'd told him? Would he be gone if he knew how you felt?

Would that have even changed anything?

You have to stop before you spiral too far. Asking questions is dangerous.

You convince yourself that it's just the shower water running down your cheeks, even if your eyes burn.

October 23, 2024, 1:02 AM

You wake up.

You don't immediately open your eyes, though, because if you stay in the darkness, you can pretend that everything is alright. You can pretend that nothing's changed.

You can pretend he's still here.

You open your eyes.

The room is not silent. Faraway thunder rumbles in the sky and Shadow lightly snores from where he sleeps.

It's four months now, and you've suddenly forgotten how to feel numb.

Your hypothesis about emotional suppression seems to be correct.

You sit up.

You stare at your hands.

You can't breathe.

At first, you think someone is trying to kill you. That's the obvious answer.

But then you feel the tear drop down to the tip of your nose.

And then you break.

You lose all sense of time as your vision is flooded. You hiccup between sobs and you know you've always been an ugly crier.

What makes it worse is when you feel a hesitant hand on your shoulder, and look over to see Shadow looking at you with so much concern and understanding.

You don't want to cry in front of him. You're meant to be strong for him, for this kid that you've grown closer to, for this kid that you want to take care of.

But when he reaches up to hug you, all you can do is fall apart on his shoulder. And you feel so bad, because no kid should ever have to be the one to comfort an adult, but the tears keep coming and you can't make them stop.

You don't know how long you sat there, weeping on him, when it seems the well has run dry.

You try to mutter an apology to him, but he gets up and walks away. You stare at nothing in front of you and curse yourself for making this child have to support you, but he comes back with a glass of water, averting his eyes nervously.

You think back to the first week he was here.

He'd had a nightmare and woke up screaming and crying. When you'd gone to comfort him, you brought him a glass of water.

You had awkwardly stuttered about how crying can be dehydrating in a sad attempt to make him feel better, social skills be damned, and it had worked.

That was the first time he'd really smiled at you.

And now he's doing the same for you.

He says something similar about water and dehydration and you can't entirely understand what he's saying, but you smile as best you can through the tears in your eyes and take the glass with a choked thank you.

He lights up at the affirmation, and you feel a warmth bloom in your chest as you realize that you are to Shadow as Tom is to Sonic.

You gently ruffle the top of Shadow's head, the corner of your mouth quirking up. He flusters at the action and tilts his head, almost like a cat, you think, sporting a ghost of a smirk.

You tell him you're alright now and to go back to bed, and you yourself fall asleep with the knowledge that you are this weird alien hedgehog’s weird quasi-father, and you don't mind it one bit.

October 31, 2024, 5:30 PM

Turns out Tom and Maddie made a costume for Shadow. Sonic had apparently told them about something Shadow said about it after one of his trips to the Mean Bean, and they'd decided to surprise him. Needless to say, he was ecstatic. Others may not have registered the level of happiness he was at, but you know Shadow.

You know your boy.

Sonic, Knuckles, and Tails somehow convinced Shadow to go trick-or-treating with them. You encouraged him, too. He seemed a bit nervous, and even sort of embarrassed, but he ultimately agreed, smiling as he waved goodbye to you.

This was the first time in a while that you've been really alone. The pain starts to catch up to you and for a moment, you feel incredibly empty. Your throat begins to tighten.

You take a deep breath as the grief curls up once more, resting for the moment. It makes you cold.

You make yourself a simple latte and draw a little jack-o'-lantern on the top. Your hands still shake, but it's not too much to deal with.

You doubt anyone else will come into the shop. You already planned to close early for Halloween, and the sign at the front tells as much to any prospective customers.

You turn to begin dealing with the back counter, cleaning the machines and putting things back to where they belong. You've grown fond of the routine.

Then you hear the door open, and turn around to see Shadow running into the shop. His eyes are bright, brighter than you've ever seen them.

He tells you that he remembers everything now. He says, excited—God, it makes you happy to see him excited—that his memory is back and he can tell you what happened to–

The door opens again.

You look up.

He's there.

He's alive.

You stand there for a moment, completely still, completely silent.

You almost scream.

You leap over the counter, running and tackling him in the tightest hug you've ever given anyone.

He smells horrible. Like smoke and sulfur and dirt and grime and he's alive and he's holding onto you just as strong as you are and the voice is cheering and exploding into fireworks in your brain and the pain squeezes your heart in its hands and he's alive.

You don't even notice when the tears begin to fall. You only notice his pulse, alive, his breath, alive, his arms around you, alive, alive, alive.

When you finally pull back after what feels like both an eternity and a millisecond, you get a look at his face, and you put it in your hands and holy shit he is alive.

He looks absolutely disheveled and it's possibly the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, and then he smiles, wide, genuine, warm, so rare, so real, and then he leans forward and kisses you and you can't think anymore.

He tastes awful and you've never loved him more than you do now.

[detective-inspector-her]

A Heart Full of Hatred Part 2

24 - 49

Don't read unless you want odd unexplained spoilers

Chapter 24

The crime of blinking is unforgivable in Winter's eyes. Probably how China felt during the first book. Let the babies look at bees, Winter! Why would they try to catch them, they'd get stung! Winter's scary and not because of Valkyrie, couldn't be because she's unpleasant to be around or anything. WHY IS SHE SMILING OVER THAT Brazen is flip-flopping. I doubt Winter's going to WANT to stop Chorus with how she's been thinking though. Valkyrie just got the shit beat out of her, in her pjs, so Brazen isn't wrong. But also, I'm glad Winter has some faith left over from phase 2. I heart Mia. This was a better Winter chapter, she wasn't unbearable.

Chapter 25

Haha, Desmond is running and failing at it. Should I be concerned that her parents are being mentioned more frequently in phase 3? Desmond is wearing bad shorts and it's embarrassing his daughter. He isn't wearing underwear in spandex shorts. 'The daughter who speaks to us'. How the turn tables have tabled. I love Valkyrie and her parents. I love them dearly. Desmond is a good dad who knows when something is wrong. 'She was acting like she was traumatised'. Honey, how do I tell you this? She's crying. No, hon, seeking love from your parents isn't a mistake. God, this is hard. It answers the question of if Desmond and Melissa ever think about everything that happened. They do and they continue to. Fletcher is a disaster and I love him. Fletcher wants to wear a hat. Fletcher isn't allowed to call Skulduggery.

Chapter 26

Sorcerers are coping as best as they can. Again, it's very interesting. Why did Darquesse let them keep their memories of the events? Skulduggery don't talk for Valkyrie, we both know she feels for the guy. Efficient as it is, I hate when Skulduggery does this sort of interrogation, where he doesn't let anyone speak and exposes the story while the suspect breaks down. And this, this is a man's brother's death. It's not okay to do. Oh, the lawyer is a teleporter? Of friends with one at least. Ugh, Skulduggery had to sign that thing in AmFoM and get in the way of things. Valkyrie is a smart girl until paperwork is involved and I don't blame her, that'd take up all her free time. Skulduggery, you had a chance to change the laws, you're too corrupt to actually do it though, don't act all high and mighty I knew I liked Iota.

Chapter 27

Skulduggery can see in the dark. Skulduggery is an asshole to Fletcher. I hate this man. Fletcher spent all his money on a cloaking sphere that no one will use. I love them. Fletcher is acting British and Valkyrie is acting Irish. Sibling-Coded mother fuckers. This is a group I didn't see doing a mission together, but I appreciate it. Valkyrie's too muscular to be sneaky. Oh what in the bullshit. This mystery guy is correct, Valkyrie didn't ask to be born or to be Darquesse. What does this have to do with her being 17 though? She was fighting Argeddion and Mevolent at the time, so they maybe nearly crossed paths during KoTw but how? 'If Darquesse is the universe's mother then I'm it's father'. Fucking what? Valkyrie why are you nodding, who is this motherfucker?! Valkyrie is your child? Nah, she's the Daughter of Desmond Edgley asshole. This guy is fucking creepy, don't say you love her you weird pair of glowing eyes. Oh that was the guy- Arava. The Hidden God- Okay. Alright, makes sense with the whole 'Darquesse tricked him' Okay. Why did he talk like that, it's giving me au ideas.

Chapter 28

Val, the Arava wasn't trying to kill you. He was literally talking about how he loves you and you're his child. That's not going face-to-face. Glad Valkyrie is acknowledging that if she hadn't become friends with other people, if she hadn't left, she'd have been a machine who happens to run with Skulduggery. And there she goes, panic attack. I love Militsa, she's a godsend. THE FLETCHER, MILITSA AND VALKYRIE TRIO I DESIRED! OMG I LOVE THEM Oh god, Fletcher became friends with Handsome. Valkyrie wear the bracelet so you can remember Myosotis, this is getting annoying. For once, Fletcher is smarter than you. Well at least Ghastly is being friendly I guess. Do you think Fletcher was never the Last Teleporter? There were probably more in these Hidden Cities right? They want a country of Sorcerers? Please enlighten me on how that works. Ohh, these people are not very friendly. Even Militsa knows that Winter wouldn't hesitate to swear off Mortals. Ohh, the girls are fooling.

Chapter 29

Tanith having a chapter worries me. Something bad is going to happen I can feel it. Ha, China and Tanith met again. Nevermind, I love this chapter. Oh god, China mentioned Rapture. Oh, I hate this chapter.

Chapter 30

The girls fooled around Militsa is walking through the case with Valkyrie, interesting. Oh, Militsa knew Sable. Oh honey. Notice how Valkyrie skipped over the creepy bits with Arava when talking to Militsa? That's healthy and won't backfire. They're flirting. I don't like that Militsa is in this more either. This normally means they're going to die. And Valkyrie can't handle that right now. NO! MYOSOTIS!GOD DAMN IT, LET FLETCHER BE HAPPY PLEASE! She forgot Myosotis existed and left her body omg no. The recurring joke was a warning.

Chapter 31

I miss when the chapters had funny titles. I miss it because I don't know what's coming.

No, Winter, saving the day isn't what you do but considering running a terrorist group is coolo. Winter what the actual fuck. The Mortals being traumatised from Mevolent's rule doesn't make them less annoying. Would you like your parents more if they were like that. This is making me wonder what she'd have thought of Stephanie. Oh great, Brazen pulled the same trick as the First Wave. But on Winter. Who is not nearly as nice and amazing as Omen Darkly. I'm sure this will go over well. Okay, Winter is scared. I feel bad for being so mean now. Oh. The bad guy killed Brazen. The bad guy is going after Winter. Well shit.

Chapter 32

Mel and Val are flirting while China is making someone cry. Mel did you forget who Valkyrie is? If she wants to see her second dad, she'll see her second dad. Solomon can't hide. Mel wants to flirt more but Valkyrie is reciting 'Love in Paradise' in a less angry tone. Val and Mel are now best friends and talking about how they'd have died if they'd befriended each other as teenagers. Valkyrie didn't even have to fight this guy, everyone is that scared of her. Chorus Wild, you son of a bitch. You know, the Mortal-Resenting Sorcerers living on an island in peace? That's fine. That isn't defeat! Sorcerers in this ballroom are famous for a reason, Chorus, did you expect them to just leave? Militsa saved Valkyrie from being beaten to death!

Chapter 33

Winter hates adventures Oh shit, the Witch Mother had given the Cage with the Faceless Ones to Winter. I suppose it's reassuring that the Faceless Ones aren't sentient beings anymore, just power.

Chapter 34

Valkyrie regrets wearing heels, she's now fighting bare foot. Fletcher can't teleport reinforcements in. That's concerning. Tanith is being a badass. Valkyrie finally admits that Fletcher has good hair. Mr Glee is back. yippee. Valkyrie and Tanith have experience with Sanguine dumbass, they know when someone DOESN'T want to kill them. Valkyrie's bonding with the serial killer. Skulduggery interrupted Valkyrie's plot. Skulduggery learnt things about bombs and that's why he was missing. Tanith insisted on going alone instead of with Valkyrie, concerning.

Chapter 35

Valkyrie can't even do her aura vision properly anymore. Jesus, Aura vision hurts her. Valkyrie is thinking about dimensions. Valkyrie is thinking about toads and frogs. They found a bomb. But the bombs have to be deactivated one second apart.

Chapter 36

Tanith is cursing how efficient they are at their job. 'I already died once' Ghastly please! They found the bomb. The bombs have been deactivated. GHASTLY'S GONE

Chapter 37

Val is unarmoured and being shot at by terrorists. She's very cool. ValSkul tagteam! Valkyrie is very injured right now. Her clothes aren't protective. This guy's suit makes it so she can't see his aura apparently, so I'm guessing she does know him personally. Valkyrie is running barefoot, things sticking out of her feet and now she has glass shards in her. I respect this woman so much. Valkyrie's trap worked! 'She was a legend. She was Valkyrie Cain.' Please this suck a confidence boost from phase 2 and I love that for her. I hate it when Val wants to cry because she should never have a reason to cry anymore. Skulduggery let her rest. SKULDUGGERY GOING IN FOR THE KILL HOLY SHIT HE REALLY SAID 'DON'T ATTACK MY GIRL -PLATONIC AND THAT'S ALL IT'LL EVER BE- LIKE THAT YOU SON OF A

Chapter 38

They're having another competition again, to take down more bad guys. Once more. Valkyrie wants to make a 'Emotionally? I'm ruined' joke but she's in too much pain. Militsa's being a badass. Can we have a Val/Mel/Mil poly relationship please? Valkyrie is losing a lot of blood. Ghastly gonna be burned. Someone who hates Mortals saying 'I pray to Darquesse' feels so wrong and uncomfy. Poor Val, she has to deal with this shit every day. Oh damn. OH DAMN Oh, Cadaver's back.

Chapter 39

Winter saw Valkyrie hurt and realised her sister isn't an immortal being. Winter told the killer to burn in hell and he said nah and got up. Winter saving people's lives. Maybe I was a bit harsh. I apologise Winter, don't make me regret it. Winter is being stalked by the killer

Chapter 40

Valkyrie,heavily injured and barely on her feet, just went after a bad guy who tried to burn Ghastly. VALKYRIE NO Valkyrie is going to kill me. She doesn't want anyone worrying about her even if she can't breath. She wants to say she's fine so that it isn't as scary for everyone else. Okay, Valkyrie is being healed and Fletcher is angry because he can't teleport her away to save her. Valkyrie knows Winter is on the island. Big Sister Mode has been activated.

Chapter 41

Cadaver and Skulduggery are fighting together but it's explicitly mentioned it's in the centre of the stage that the two of them are fighting together. Probably nothing but whatever. Tanith the Mortals did what they did out of fear, we know this. Some of them probably did things that WERE for fun and year they do deserve it, but I doubt every single one of them deserves to be there. Mel hates it when Val is in trouble.

Chapter 42

Valkyrie is in a prison. Bad guy is chasing Winter and Valkyrie could tell because of her magic fizzling out. Militsa is here to help! And Iota. Valkyrie saw her sister and nearly sobbed. Someone save my heart, I can't take this. Winter is hugging her sister and equally relieved. Oh god now I feel terrible. They're gonna trap him.

Chapter 43

Valkyrie knows she knows this guy but doesn't know who it is. See, he died right? And it made him stronger. This is giving Book 1 Serpine vibes but that guy's a pathetic loser who couldn't do this much damage to Valkyrie. The trap isn't working. Skulduggery has dropped from the sky

Chapter 44

Skulduggery is teaching Winter how to banter and shit talk. She isn't taking to it like Valkyrie did. Winter tried to pull and Omen Darkly but Valkyrie has experience now and shut that shit down. OH SHIT SKULDUGGERY. Valkyrie grabbed Winter and sprinted away and now she's doing mental detective work. Let me try and guess this at the end of the chapter. Another is dead and the bad guy can pull his machete towards him. So he might be an elemental and his suit nulls magic. But I'm legitimately clueless.

Chapter 45

Valkyrie is so worried about Winter. Winter is so worried about Valkyrie. Winter is trying to avoid explaining that she got Omened. Yeah, Valkyrie, I'm glad you weren't that kind of teenager as well. OHMYGODWINTER. OHMYGODVALKYRIE Valkyrie had to leave Winter unattended to draw the bad guy away. Okay, that's fine. Militsa, Mel, Iota, save Winter.

Chapter 46

Oh he finally speaks. Meaning he thinks he's won. Interesting. GOD FUCKING DAMN IT YOU HAD TO MAKE THE BOYFRIEND JOKE DIDN'T YOU. FUCKING CAELAN. Skulduggery you lying bitch. 'A lot of bullets will kill a vampire my ass'. Hey what the fuck Darquesse, keep the devil under control will you. Oh great, Militsa's been threatened. He did say Winter was dead but I doubt that. Wouldn't make much sense. He's such an abusive groomer. Oh he ain't a vampire anymore. Cool cool cool. Can we call Dusk over, turn him and dunk him in water a few times again? Valkyrie realising that she had horrible taste. Oh wait he killed Fletcher's close to being new girlfriend. Oh this bitch. Love this whole conversation guys but I need Valkyrie to do some murdering for once. Oh good, we're fighting now.

Chapter 47

Winter is alive but only a little bit. Oh dear, she's looking at the cage. Winter I know it hurts but don't do it girl. Damn it

Chapter 48

Branch vs machete. Seems fair. Lol Caelan is so fucking weak without the suit Valkyrie has to heavily pretend that he is. Okay so Caelan isn't a Sorcerer and he isn't a vampire so he's effectively a Mortal wearing a fancy mask given by a God. Cool. Shit Valkyrie got hit with a machete and has no healing powers. Curse this dumb, stupid crystal. FLETCHER HAS AN AXE LET'S GO Lol Fletcher called him emo-boy. 'But being a vampire was the only thing that made him interesting.' Fletcher preach! Omg I love this man. I think Val might be falling for Fletcher just the slightest bit. He's beating the shit out of Caelan and she thinks that's awesome. Fletcher nearly got chopped in half! Fletcher has a handgun and just told Caelan that if he moves he'll get spanked. What is this chapter? Right. Right he can summon the machete. Of course. I'm calm. I'm so calm. Winter's here and she saw Fletcher and omg. I'm so alright. How the fuck am I going to right my fics ever again?! The sister tagteam I wanted but at what cost? Valkyrie is thinking about how good Fletcher was and how he was her family and hes and apparently his family abandoned him so I'm guessing there was a conversation they had in the background about that shit but omg. Fletcher's voice is the only think keeping her from killing Caelan, I think I'm going to need a week to recover from this. This is so much worse than Xena. Shut up Winter it isn't the time.

Chapter 49

I don't even care about these other sorcerers who died, none of them were as good as Fletcher Fucking Renn. Oh god, all those teleporters who were taught by him are going to be heartbroken. Cadaver and Valkyrie having a private conversation. You know I have the headcanon that he killed his version of Fletcher. That's a whole AU I have, the alternate future. Cadaver admitting he was wrong about Fletcher is my breaking point I think. Dear God where the fuck is Skulduggery? Why is Cadaver talking to Val and not her actual best friend? Cadaver doesn't trust Ghastly anymore, which is awful, but I understand as well. Because why would he trust Ghastly, who is falling into Cadaver's traps and plans? Valkyrie told Cadaver off for using the phrase 'praise Darquesse'. Amusing given that Darquesse is alive in his timeline. Militsa is here, finally. God, these poor girls. Fletcher's heart was cut in half apparently, amazing. He hopefully didn't feel pain. Can Darquesse from Cadaver's timeline come back and bring Fletcher back please? Winter is the Child of the Faceless Ones again and the fact that Cadaver is concerned is valid seeing as where he comes from. Mortal man yelling at an obviously traumatised teenager for staring at him. But knowing Winter, there's probably thought in her head worse than his. Winter knows the Mortal. Do we know a David Slott by chance? Slott went after Sorcerers while working in the Navy. Does Winter have the memories of the Faceless Ones? He worked for Department X. So wait, why is that name fine but Dimension X is stupid? Ohhh. Okay so Darquesse attempted to save her family from the trauma by erasing memories but it didn't fully work on Winter. Oh fuck, while Valkyrie was fighting away from her family, Department X found the Edgleys. Oh shit. THEY KILLED DESMOND! THEY KILLED MELISSA! Winter was killed when she was nine by this guy oh my fucking god. No wonder she hates Mortals. No wonder she's fucked up. No wonder she resents Valkyrie. Holy shit. Winter I am so sorry for being so harsh to you, dear fucking god. Valkyrie and Cadaver are trying to calm Winter down and I'm half and half. Valkyrie doesn't want to have to arrest her own sister. But Winter is fucking allowed in this case. Winter is telling Valkyrie about her resentment. Oh, Valkyrie's going to break, she can't handle anything else. Where the fuck is Skulduggery and Tanith? Okay, no, I know they're at the High Sanctuary, but now is not the time. Oh shit, Valkyrie just killed David Slott. Valkyrie just shouldered Winter's burden again. Fuck. I'm with her on this though. Valkyrie can get away with it, Winter would have been arrested. Like with the whole Faceless Ones thing, Valkyrie really isn't given much choice. Her life or her sister's. She's always trying to make up for what she did. Valkyrie was arrested, transported to Coldheart and is now stuck with Cadaver. Then the book ends. Amazing.

I will give an overview maybe in a few days. I need- I need something.

Okay bye

[oscconfessions]

people should stop portraying book as some little shy girl who "made some mistakes in the past but is ok now" or whatever because that's so booooring and just barely scraping the surface of her character. she should be allowed to be mean to people and have negative emotions and be wrong sometimes, actually.

canon book in tpot also kinda has this problem where she's just portrayed in the most boring way possible that's not like. ooc but just like the super watered down version of her from bfdia. modern bfdia gets like a pass for this because yeah she's supposed to be portrayed as a pushover on that team. but keeping her that way is so weird because it just goes back on the "development" (using that term VERY lightly because the show is kind of weird about her character during the time) in BFB that literally shows she doesn't want to be a pushover anymore and wants to start actually standing up for herself and her friends (her not joining back with pencil for iance and her calling out taco for abandoning the team).

i think bfb portraying her at a negative extreme is good because it manages to be reasonable within her character (it's not really written WELL but that doesn't mean it's ooc some of you just think of it as ooc because you expect book to be some nice little polite girl all the time even when bfdia has shown her being incredibly petty at times and not, in fact, nice all the time) while still going out and doing something unique w/ her and giving her more glaringly obvious flaws. i wish these flaws were shown more post-bfb because Hey, book can be a better person and not at that extreme negative and still have flaws. that's how you make her actually interesting instead of generic nice all the time character who has no issues #57. tpot really wants to show that she's changing from her past and improving on these flaws without actually /giving/ her the flaws that she's supposed to be improving on so she doesn't get any of the development that the show wants her to get/acts like she's getting.

anyways where was i this was suppsoed to be about fanon book. i like that people acknowledge her nerdiness but i dont think people get how annoying she is about it like she literally said (in front of lollipop) that lollipop was being "so out of character" and she literally has snarky definitions of the other contestants written inside of her that's so fucking obnoxious of her and i love it. and like these are still there in bfb (like her saying black hole sucks as a person because he's a pushover) so like i think it's reasonable to carry this over to tpot. maybe lessen it a bit because y'know she is actively trying to make friends but you can make her a bit of an awkward ass to people because it's funny

basically just...... make her worse. no more "cute awkward girlfail" book that's been done time and time again i want to see her suck and i want to see her be lame in a non-endearing way. tpot 10's "redemption" (FOR LACK OF BETTER TERM I DON'T THINK IT'S A REDEMPTION) scene with her and price tag talking is too happy and wholesome i want to see her have to face the ugly truth of her actions after trying to avoid her past for so long and i want her to have negative feelings towards people from her past even if unjustified and i want her to be selfish and i want her to feel bad about her own feelings (this is all said lovingly) so that when she finally moves on from it there's an actual impact on her character. you can't just treat it like she's "turning over a new leaf" with just not if you're gonna have her be the Usual Book throughout tpot. as i said earlier she doesn't get any character development like how the show says she does because there's nothing to change about her

oops again this was supposed to be about fanon. well i just really hate(?) tpot book and her impact on the way the fandom portrays book. give her back her charcter flaws and problems pretty please stop woobifying her!!! i don't think she was some awful person in bfb (i think she was. somewhat right in bfb but that's not what this is about) but i don't think her actions back then should just be brushed off because "oh that's the past and she's clearly changed!" WE DON'T EVEN GET TO SEE HER CHANGE THAT WOULD'VE BEEN INTERESTING TO SEE HER ARC IS SO SLOPPILY RESOLVED GRHGHRGJHGGHJH sorry folks i really hate #that scene in tpot 10

Also she's a butch lesbian that's not related to any of this but she came to my house personally and told me this

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