#i had more tweets but my brain was shutting down

[zenithsnake]

persona and some deep leffen tweets that i thought would fit. open to suggestions and such

[fangirl-dot-com]

☀️Sons, Sons, and More Sons

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader Genre: Fluff/SMAU Summary: Ollie, Leo, Liam, who's next Oscar? Oh.

inspired by @pucksandpower 😊

TAG LIST IS CLOSED

“CHARLES!”

The said Monegasque, who had been “innocently” snuggling his four-legged son, winced at the force and volume of your voice. 

He was currently going through everything that might have upset you in the past 20 minutes from when he got home to you just now getting out of the shower. Did he leave the toilet seat up again? Or did he forget to sort the laundry? Or maybe he didn’t clean up Leo’s toys from the bedroom? 

“Why is my Twitter blowing up?” 

Oh. That’s why. 

He whispered to Leo, “I’m in for it now.” 

And then in a louder voice he yelled, “Yes mon amour?” 

You rounded the corner of the hallway and stopped in the opening to the living room, crossing your arms. “Care to tell me why I’m getting tagged in almost every Twitter post about you adopting Oscar?” 

You wanted to break at the puppy eyes that your boyfriend was currently giving you, but you needed to stay strong. You needed to show that a man could not sway your feelings. Too bad that man was Charles Leclerc, the one that men and women alike fell to worship the ground beneath his feet. 

You couldn’t break. 

Charles brought his hand up to ruffle his hair, something he did to express some nervousness. 

“Cheri, it was just a joke. Oscar somehow finds heritage in a lot of countries. He just wanted to keep the joke going.” 

“So you decided to ‘adopt’ him so he can have another home race?” 

“Maybe?” 

“Don’t you already have enough sons anyway? I think four is too many or our house is going to overflow on family night.” 

Charles’s eyebrows pinched in confusion. “Four?” 

Now it was your turn to smirk. “Yes, four. Or are you too busy having fun with Leo to be a present father to your other two?” 

Charles tried to wrack his brain about who could be the other two. 

“Ollie?” 

“Bingo.” 

He leaned back into the couch, hands still gently petting Leo who had decided to fall asleep in the middle of his parent’s squabbles. The golden puppy was content on his dad’s warm chest, the rise and fall rocking him to sleep. 

The Ferrari driver sighed. “I don’t even know.” 

You waved your phone at him. “Twitter might be able to help you. I need to get dressed since I was rudely interrupted. I hope you find out before they get here for dinner.” 

Charles shot up making Leo yelp away from his nap. Now that he was really looking at you, he realized that you were just in a towel. A blush formed on his face, still having those boyish thoughts that he believed he was better than that. 

You walked over and bent down, face getting closer to his. 

Ah. You were going to forgive him and all would be right in the world once your lips met his. You wanted to laugh as you saw his eyes flutter shut, lips slightly puckering. 

Charles was wondering what was taking you so long when your finger touched his lips. His eyes shot open and he definitely did not whimper. You looked down at your fur-baby and gently picked him up, bringing Leo to your chest. 

“Twitter. Figure it out Leclerc.” 

Now a bit sullen, he watched you walk away. 

“Je t’aime!” 

He was responded to with a middle finger and the bedroom door slamming. A chuckle made its way from his chest as he brought his phone out. If there was one thing that you two did well, it was dramatics. 

Twitter was immediately opened once he got his phone out. He scrolled through all the tags before giving up and opening your profile. He winced at the sight of the white background, cursing his phone for updating and not keeping the dark profile. 

However, he couldn’t contain his laugh as he saw your new updated tweet. He leaned his head back, still giggling to himself. 

Charles knew that you two wanted kids at some point. But between his Formula 1 career and your business on the uprise, children really wouldn’t work well now. But deep down, he liked the idea of having a few grid kids. 

He took a minute to stop giggling before he continued his search. His eyes widened as he stopped on one of the family trees that some fan made. 

There was Leo, adopted by you and him. 

Then Ollie, who fans say that Charles conceived himself somehow. 

Oscar was newer, but still had the adopted dotted line. 

And then . . . 

Ooohhhhhhh, so that’s who he was missing. 

You took that moment to come out of the bedroom, hair now dry and fluffy from your Dyson. Leo was still in your arms, looking more awake than he had when he was with Charles. You sat down next to him, Charles taking the opportunity to put an arm around you, bringing you in closer. 

“You smell good amour.” 

You turned and smiled, leaning in to finally give him a kiss after a long day. 

“Thank you. It’s the lotion that you bought me.” 

He let out a low hum and just kept you in his arms. Leo was squirming a bit before he finally flopped over and settled in between your two bodies. 

“I figured out who our other son is.” 

Your head now rested in the crook of his neck. “Did you now.” 

“Yes. I am a stepfather to Liam?” 

Your shoulders shook with giggles. “Not the stepfather, but the father who stepped up.” 

“You spend way too much on Twitter.” 

You looked up at him, and Charles turned to look down at you. You leaned in closer to rub your noses together, giving him eskimo kisses. The Ferrari driver just closed his eyes and basked in the moment between you. 

There weren’t many times that he got something like this. So quiet and peaceful. His world was filled with so much noise. But here, he could melt into the quiet. 

“We should have dinner here with the boys after the Grand Prix on Sunday.” 

“That sounds nice. I can make the food.” 

You sat up slightly, elbow bent on the back of the couch and head resting on your hand. 

“You want to show off your cooking skills to your sons to prove that you can cook.”

Charles huffed. “I am the provider chéri.” 

You cocked your head at the Monegasque. “Whose name is on the lease mon bebe?” 

A huff was the answer, which made you cuddle Charles closer still being aware of the little baby between you. A small nip to your fingertip made you pick Leo up, now holding him close to your face. 

“Were you getting a bit jealous of papa ma petit amour?” you asked the blonde dachshund in a baby voice. If Charles wasn’t already fully in love with you, his love would have been solidified in this moment. 

While watching, he suddenly remembered something. “Oscar wanted to meet Leo in McLaren hospitality this weekend.” 

You turned with a raised eyebrow. “Why not Ferrari?” 

“Eh.” 

It was as if you had a lightbulb moment. “Ohhhhhhh, right. That makes sense. I can stop by and let you know when I get there.” 

What you hadn’t expected was to pick up Liam and Ollie on your way to the now green outside of the McLaren hospitality. Leo was still curled up in your arms, eyes blinking every so often. You knew that if it wasn’t so busy, the little puppy would be sound asleep. 

“He’s so cute,” Oscar said, walking forward and hands outstretched. You gently gave him over to the “older brother” of the three. 

Ollie laughed. “I know right. He’s so cuddly.” 

Liam joined in, “I don’t think I put him down the entire time I got to meet him.” 

Oscar stared at you three for a moment. “Yeah, you aren’t getting him back.” 

You shook your head. “Speak to your father first, Oscar.” 

Chuckles erupted from all around, making you laugh as well. You took your phone out and took a quick picture of Oscar holding Leo to post later. 

“Is dad on his way?” Ollie asked after sipping on his water bottle. 

You rolled your eyes. “Should be. Ah, there he is.” 

Charles stepped foot into the room and immediately found you surrounded by his “kids.” His heart may have melted seeing Leo flopped in Oscar’s arms. He gave you a kiss on your cheeks before he greeted the three. 

“This is hilarious,” he said, making everyone laugh yet again. 

You rested a hand on your forehead. “We’re just missing Liam’s dad, and then we’ll be one big happy family.” 

The Kiwi crossed his arms, but a giant smile was on his face. “So much for having a present father in my life. I’m jealous.” 

Charles gripped your waist and puffed his chest. “I’m not the stepfather, but the father that stepped up.” 

“Charles, no you aren’t. Can’t even handle three kids.” 

You and Charles turned around to see Max now stepping through the door. The Monegasque raised his eyebrow. 

“And you can?” 

You raised a hand. “That’s my que to leave. I will not be in the middle of a Lestappen-father showdown. Boys, you can follow me.” 

“Yes mum.”

“Lead the way.” 

“Can I still keep Leo?” 

Charles and Max gawked as the three older boys followed you like ducks in a row. After he got over the shock, the Ferrari driver was left with a love-sick smile on his face. 

“Yeah. I’m marrying her.” 

“Gross.” 

“Max. Shut up.” 

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y/nismother the mother is mothering

charliexy/n honestly, they all take after him so much. I need to go to twitter

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maxverstappen1 you stole my son from me.

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Your heart is brutally hammering against your rib cage as you give yourself a few minutes to calm down before actually dialing Jake's number.

The tears are still burning in your eyes and find their way down your cheeks whenever your brain replays the last three hours.

After your conversation with your former romantix interest, you've decided to take a nap since Jake wasn't available and your parents had gone out with their own siblings, leaving you with some time to yourself and you definitely weren't going to spend those precious moments worrying about that loser's words.

However, afterwards you definitely found yourself wishing you never went to sleep in the first place as you woke up to a random tweet about you literally trending among your fellow university students.

You try your best not to worry about it too much because just as Jake said, things like this are usually forgotten aftera few days but you simply can't stop your brain from going to the worst places, despite talking to your main concern directly.

Jaeyun seemed exhausted, confused and even frustrated, didn't even try to hide just how annoyed or rather bothered he is and your brain has decided to make this the reason behind your veins literally being filled with nothing but the disgusting feeling of anxiety.

Especially upon hearing Jake's thoughts about the things you had stold Jeno in a moment of anger and annoyance, you just hope the phone call can help both of you to just calm down.

The more you think about it, the harder you start crying because the mental image of Jaeyun doubting himself and his abilities because of your words breaks your heart and all you want to do is hold him in your arms and tell him what he means to you.

Absolutely lost in your thoughts, you don't realise how much time has passed, your heart skipping a beat when your phone starts vibrating in your hand.

Without missing another ring, you pick up Jake's call and let out a shaky breath to calm yourself down. You don't want him to know you're still crying, he always gets so worried.

"Hey", his voice is calm, but doesn't give away any emotions, something you're not quite used to when it comes to the usuallly so enthusiastic and excited young parent.

"Hi", you mumble and wipe away your tears with an inaudible sigh of frustration, "how are you feeling?"

You manage to ask the first question without your voice breaking and you just hope he's too tired to notice the shakiness in your words.

"I'm okay, Baby", Jake begins and you hear his door falling shut followed by his soft sigh as he seems to get comfortable on either the couch but most likely his own bed, "please don't cry anymore, you know it breaks my heart."

You can't help but sigh at his words, not even verbally responding as you put him on speaker and wipe away the tears from your eyes.

"I'm sorry, Jake", you whisper and start fiddling with the hem of your shirt, "I just feel so bad for causing all this."

"We'll sort it out, pretty girl, stop worrying so much about it, yeah? There's always a way out and that's the one we'll be looking for once you're back, okay?"

You let out a noise of approval and allow yourself to enjoy his voice, your body actually craving the effectit has on you.

"Okay", your voice is still small and shaky, the rollercoaster of emotions you've been through all day finally catching up on your physical state.

A few moments of silence fall between the two of you but as usual, you don't really mind. The lack of words has never been slmething to bother you when it comes to Sim Jaeyun and even if you feel the slight tension in the air, you definitely don't feel uncomfortable.

However, after a few minutes, your body starts craving the sound of his gentle, raspy voice, the one which never fails to put you at ease and become the main character in your naughtiest dreams.

After the first three dreams including Jake and his sinful voice, you've stopped counting and have lost ever since; too caught up and needy whenever you wake up, especially after getting a taste of his sweet noises.

"Talk to me, pretty girl", Jake suddenly says, his thoughts apparently in sync to yours and you can't hide just how surprised you are, "I miss your voice so much, wanna hear you."

You gulp harshly in response to his request because for some reason the air between the two of you has shifted drastically.

"I don't know what to say", you whisper in response and sit up against your headboard, pushing your blanket away as the sudden change in body temperature becomes absolutely unbearable.

"Just tell me what you're thinking", the young parent mumbles  and lets out a sigh of exhaustion which easily breaks your heart even more; the thought of him being so tired and overworked doubling the size of worry in your chest.

"I'm worried about you, Jaeyun", you admit and bite your lip, trying your very best to stop the arousal from creeping up your spine and righg into your system. All he did was speak. There's absolutely no reason for you to be this worked up, especially considering why you guys decided to have this phone call in the first place.

"Don't be, sweet girl", Jake sighs, "I'm going to be okay. Life's never been any different so I'm used to it by now, don't you know me?"

You let out a soft hum of approval and hate yourself for not being able to stop yourself from imagining the delicious sight of him in the combination of some random shirt and lose sweats which tend to hang extra low on his hips whenever he's about to head to sleep; hair messily falling into his face as sleepiness grazes his beautiful features and makes him look even more breathtaking.

His voice in combination with his choice of words makes your head spin and if it wasn't for the last bit of rationality you have left, you would have whimpered without any shame.

You're just glad he can't see you because there's absolutely no way to hide the way you've been pressing your thighs together  like a woman gone mad.

"Come on, Baby", Jake says softly, his raspy voice sending your body into absolute overdrive and you hate how much you're enjoying it, "nothing calms my heart the way your voice does. Wanna hear you."

"Stop that", your brain finally loses the battle against the arousal in your body as you let out a soft whimper and basically beg him to bring an end to your misery, "you don't know what you're doing to me and I'm trying really hard to keep this civil."

Jake can't help but let out a deep chuckle in response to your words, because he knows exactly what he's doing and he loves how you seem to completely deny his intentions.

"It's okay, pretty girl", he replies calmly, his hand almost instinctively finding its way to the bulge in his sweats, a deep grunt escaping his thoughts as soon as he applies the tiniest bit of pressure on his sensitive cock through the fabric.

"Oh, my God", you whisper and subconsciously push your hands in between your legs before you reach for your phone to turn off the speaker and press it against your ear; the urge to hear his heavenly noises properly the only thing on your mind.

"I'm sorry, Baby", Jake mumbles, "I know I said I was insecure but the more I think about the way you talked the more I want to fucking ruin you." His words seem calm and well chosen, but from the way he seems to barely hold back a moan in between them you can tell just how worked up he is.

Of course you don't know he's already pushed his sweat down his thighs, pretty hand firmly wrapped around his aching cock as he thinks of all the things he wants to do to you. No one has ever managed to get him like this and to say he's enjoying every lash bit of it would be an understatement.

Jake simply can't help it. His feelings for you are so strong, so intense and deep, his body has absolutely no idea how to handle them all, which is probably why it has decided to just get a physical reaction out of him. At first he hated the fact he popped a fucking boner every time you left his place after a beautiful day together, but after weeks of punishing himself for something he can't control, Jake has decided to just let everything happen. And from the way you've been whimpering right into his ear for the past few minutes, he's quite sure you're in a similar state.

"Keep going, please", you whine and start rubbing firm circles into your swollen clit, way too overwhelmed by all the arousal and pleasure clouding your brain, "I need you so bad."

"There you go, good girl", Jake replies quickly, completely lightheaded as your words make his cock throb in his fist and a sense of pride fills his chest.

Jake has never been one to watch much porn, simply because he hates just how fake it looks. He's always prefered the authentic videos of couples who are genuinely enjoying it and actually love each other. Maybe he's a little old fashioned and definitely lives up to his title as a hopeless romantic, but he doesn't mind anymore.

And that's probably why this doesn't feel weird to him, nor makes him cringe. He knows you're enjoying yourself and it's turning him on to think of your pleasure and being the reason behind it. Jake wants to make you feel good and he's attentive enough to know exactly what you need to make it happen.

After several weeks of dating each other, he's noticed your active reactions to his words of affirmation, as well as the way you bite your bottom lip whenever he praises you or your little gasps when he openly talks about how good you make him feel. He might be inexperienced but that's not going to stop him from toeing around the line to see what might come in handy later on.

"I love it when you use your words for me, Baby. Makes me feel so good."

Just as expected, his specific choice of words elicits a soft moan from your delicate throat and makes Jaeyun's eyes roll into the back of his head. He's never heard anything as angelic yet sinful as your sweet sounds of pleasure. Something he knows he's going to saviour and protect forever.

"Tell me what you're doing, pretty girl", he demands softly, because he knows at this point you're too far gone to let the shame and awkwardness get to you.

Nothing much happened after the night of the roadtrip, besides a few lorr make out and dry humping sessions but again – Jake's attentive and quick to catch up on things and his absolute favorite observation is the way you gend to get absolute fucked out whenever you're passed a certain point.

"Touching myself, Jae", your response comes a lot faster than he expected, but still manages to make him dizzy in the best way possible.

The mental image of you on your bed, hand neatly placed in between your pretty thighs as you make yourself feel good just the way he's been dreaming about definitely doesn't help with his lack of stamina.

"Yeah? Does it feel good, angel? I wish I could be there with you", he sighs and throws his head back with a groan, his hips bucking up desperately as he strokes his cock just the way he likes it.

"Me too, Jake. Want you to watch me."

Your answer sends jolts of pleasure right into his blood and rippinh a deep groan of your name from his throat.

"F-Fuck", he whispers and tries to calm himself down but the thought of being the reason for your orgasm is ruining him in ways he's never experienced it before.

At this point you're way too far gone to even realise how much noose you're making and Jake absolutely loves it. He can picture you so well: pretty lips firmly tugged in between your teeth, hand between your thighs making yourself good for him and him only.

"We both know I wouldn't be watching for too long, pretty girl", he grunts and applies a little more pressure to the sensitive tip of his cock as he thinks of all the ways he wants to claim you.

"Wouldn't mind, Jae. I want you to touch me so bad", your voice is shaky and the sudden heat is sending you even deeper into the sweet haze of your pleasure, you can barely make out a proper thought except for him.

"That's my good girl", the praise slips out before Jake can even process it, "I can't wait to make you mine in every way possible, sweet girl."

You moan again, this time too far gone to even think of forming a verbal response.

"Wanna push a finger inside for me, Baby? It won't feel as good as mine but we gotta make it work for now, right? Go ahead, pretty one, make yourself cum for me."

Without missing a single beat you push your hand further down your soaked panties, inserting a single digit inside of your sensitive cunt and moaning his name as soon as the feeling of being filled spreads through your body.

"Want you to cum for me, too", you mumble and quickly find a stead rhythm, firmly pressing your palm against your clit to apply just the right amount of pressure.

"Don't worry, Baby", Jake whispers and glets out a groan, "I'm yours. I cum for you only, I promise."

The sudden depth of his words makes you a lot more emotional than you would have ever expected, which is why you physically can't hold back a little sob from leaving your abused lips.

Jake knows you're close. He can tell from the way you've been getting louder and considering you're not in the safety of your own four walls, he's determined to push you over the edge as fast as possible. Mostly because your little moans and whines are driving him absolutely insane to the point where every second feels like a whole minute.

At this point he's just thrusting into his fist; his cock throbbing in response to every noise you make, his tip red and angry, leaking way too much precum but never once has every stroke felt this good.

"Mine", you keep whining, your sudden possessiveness surprising the both of you, yet you both wordlessly choose to ignore it – for now.

"Only yours, pretty girl", Jake grunts and tries his best to keep his moans down, but he can feel every bit of self control slowly slipping through hsi fingers, "and you're mine, right? Please, Baby, I need you to say it."

"Yours, Jaeyun", you suddenly decide to bring your focus back to your neglected clit, using your juices to rub quick and practiced circles into the little bundle of nerves and finally feeling your high clinbing up your spine.

"Let's cum together", he suddenly whispers, his voice a little higher pitched yet still just as raspy and you feel your body actively longing for the perfect feeling of his lips on yours.

"S-so close", you whisper and push your face into your pillow to muffle your noises, clinging to your phone like your life actually depends on it, "please."

Your little plea is enough for Jake to finally let go and stumble over the edge head first, his strokes picking up their pace as he rides himself through one of the best orgasms he's ever experienced and from the way you're chanting his name like a mantra he knows you made sure to follow his request.

Your high comes crashing down on you as soon as Jae starts moaning a little louder, the waves hitting you one by one as you continue to rub your clit through it all, only stopping once the little jolts of pain rush through you from the overstimulation.

You have absolutely no idea how much time passes; the silence on the line filled with heavy breathing and the thrumming of your heart in your throat as you try to calm yourself down.

Jake doesn't say anything either, because his brain is absolutely fried trying to process what just happened.

"You did so well for me, angel", he then says and ignores the uncomfortable feeling of his cum stained shirt sticking to his skin, a sudden wave of exhaustion hitting him out of nowhere.

"You too, Jae", you reply quickly, knowing he loves to hesr you praise him, even if he's never sdmitted it to you with words, "made me feel so good. You always make me cum so good."

Your words might not make sense as your brain is absolute mush but Jake appreciates them regardlessly. A sweet warmth filling his chest in response to your sweet praise. You always know what to say to make him feel good about himself and he can't even begin to explain how much he appreciates it.

"I miss you so much", Jake says and lets out a loud sigh; his body longing for your touch, your scent – your presence.

"Just a few more days, Baby", you reply and finally manage to sit up.

"Do you wanna facetime? I want to fall asleep looking at you." Jake's request is sweet and the actual opposite of what dou guys just did, but you don't hesitate with your answer either way.

"Let's get cleaned up first, yeah? I'll call you in five, angel."

That night you're the first one to fall asleep as Jake hums and sings a few of your favorite songs, voice raspy and hoarse, yet sweeter than honey and prettier than anything you've ever listened to.

And as he watches you slowly drift into the sweetest dreams, Jake finally puts a name on his feelings for you, yet deckdes to keep them to himself for now. Just enjoys the perfect sight of your pouty lips and slightly furrowed brows before he physically can't keep his eyes open any longer.

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[babydollmarauders]

BABE — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

pt 2

summary: in which y/n’s biggest fear comes true, and she tries to work past it but inevitably can’t.

notes: this is all angst. if you’re wanting a redeeming and loving Jack then you will not find him in this, but i do have other fics like that.

warnings: cheating, arguments

useless notes: another Taylor Swift inspired fic. are we surprised? probably not. should i be working on the next part of the Midnights Fic List? maybe. but instead i just spent three hours writing whatever this is

i stare at my phone screen, no longer able to make out the photo but that doesn’t matter because it’s seared into my brain now. i close my eyes, letting tears roll down my cheeks, but all i can see is that photo. Jack, his hands on another girls waist and her lips on his neck.

i feared this day would come, i just hoped it never would. and i can’t help but put some blame on myself. was i not good enough? should i have come with him on the roadie? i know he’s said before that i shouldn’t feel pressured to go, but i know so many other WAGS do. maybe if i had taken the time off from work to come then this wouldn’t have happened. but i didn’t do that. and now here i sit, at home in our apartment, while he’s in Texas, probably peacefully sleeping by now, next to another girl.

when i had first opened up to Jack about my insecurities and my fears, about my past with men who previously cheated on me and strung me along because i was so forgiving, he had promised me this would never happen. told me i was the only one he ever wanted and that if he ever felt like he wanted to be with someone else, he would have the decency to break up with me first and not string me along. but here we are.

this photo wasn’t what i was expecting to see when i decided to open twitter. i was expecting lots of celebratory tweets after the Devils win against the Stars, but then this picture was the first thing that popped up on my timeline. the user speculating that Jack and i broke up. we didn’t.

i finally open my eyes again, my vision clearer now that the tears have spilled over, i run my thumb over the screen, scrolling through my feed.

—

@HUGHESLVR86: i see everyone on here sharing the photo from that girls insta story and speculating that Jack and y/n broke up but… have y’all thought about the possibility that maybe they didn’t? i know we all want to believe that Jack would never cheat but maybe we don’t know him.

- liked by @y/nontwt

@HUGHESISKARMA: guys, both y/n AND jack still have their pics together up on insta. leading me to believe that maybe they’re still together. in which case i feel for her right now. stop spreading that photo.

- liked by @y/nontwt

—

my scrolling is stopped by an incoming text from Jack’s brother.

—

FROM: Huggy 🧸

y/n, i’m sorry. i don’t know what he was thinking, if he was even thinking at all. please call me if you need someone to talk to. i’m here for you. even after you guys break up, you’ll still be my little sister.

—

Quinn’s sweet text only brings me more tears. not from his kind words, but from the fact that he thinks we’ll break up. because i know myself, and i know that if Jack comes home tomorrow apologizing and promising to never do it again, i won’t be able to get the courage to leave him. and i wonder what everyone will think of me. this isn’t like in the past. he’s in the limelight, everyone will know.

i fall asleep on the couch, crying and hoping that when i wake up, this will all have been a dream.

**

i wake up to the sound of the front door shutting and a heavy thud hitting the floor. and for a second, i’m excited to see my boyfriend. but then i remember why i’m on the couch. why my eyes are sore. it wasn’t just another night of falling asleep watching netflix. he cheated on me.

Jack’s footsteps halt at the living room entrance, and i look up to see him watching me. and when he sees my red puffy eyes and tear stains on my face, i know he knows that i know. his eyes are full of regret, that much i can see. he slowly makes his way over to the couch, gauging my reaction, and sits down on the other side, away from me. more tears build up in my eyes and i let them slowly roll down my cheeks, washing away the old tear tracks and leaving new ones in their place.

“you promised.” my voice is barely above a whisper, but it still cracks.

“i know. i’m so sorry, baby. i am. i don’t know why i did it. i was drunk and she came up to me and i just— there’s no excuse.” he shakes his head before placing it in his hands, his elbows resting against his knees. “i’m so sorry, baby. i didn’t mean for it to happen. and it won’t happen again. i swear. it was a mistake, and i- i- i swear on my life. it won’t happen again.”

i manage a weak nod. proving myself right from last night. i can’t leave. what is wrong with me? why can’t i leave? why can’t i just accept that he did it once and he’ll more than likely do it again, so i should get out of the relationship before he breaks me even more?

“okay.” i whisper. “i believe you.”

he looks up at me with bloodshot eyes and a hopeful face.

“you’re not leaving?” he asks.

“no. i’m not leaving, Jack.” i tell him. “i love you. and if you tell me it was a mistake and it won’t happen again, then i believe you.”

he moves to the cushion beside me, taking my face in his hands and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“i promise. i swear it. it won’t happen again.”

“okay.”

**

as i predicted, everyone knows. it’s been three weeks since Jack came home and confessed, and last night he took me on a date. i posted some pictures from last night on insta, and the comments have been all about what happened three weeks ago.

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@y/noninsta: i’m a lucky lucky girl 🤍🪐

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@user1: oh, she’s still with him??

@jackhughes: I love you babygirl

@y/noninsta: i love you to the moon & to saturn

@trevorzegras: cringe 🤮

@y/noninsta: your face is cringe

@user2: idk how she can stay with him after that photo

@user3: fr! i would’ve been out of there so quick

@_quinnhughes: that second pic was a jump scare. you put his ugly mug on here but not your pretty face sis?

@y/noninsta: this is why you’re my favorite hughes brother

@lhughes_06: @y/noninsta what am i?! chopped liver?! i at least deserve to be ranked higher than Jack

@_quinnhughes: @lhughes_06 bro wtf

@user4: wow, kinda just lost a little respect for her ngl

—

my eyes well with tears and i take a loaded breath. my heart burns, and when i close my eyes, it’s the same way it’s been the past three weeks. all i can see is that stupid picture. i thought i could do this, but it hurts differently than in the past. in the past, i was able to move past it until it happened again, but this time, my heart hasn’t stopped hurting. every time i look at him, my heart breaks all over again remembering that he was with another girl.

i set my phone down on the couch beside me, and stare at the wall. i know what i have to do, but i don’t know if i can.

“hey babe, i’m heading out with the guys.” Jack walks into the living room, slipping his jacket on. but when he sees me, he freezes. “hey, what’s wrong?”

“i can’t do this.” my voice cracks, and now that i’ve finally said it, i feel a weight lifted off my chest.

“what?” Jack comes to stand in front of me. “c’mon don’t say that.”

“no. Jack, i really- i really can’t do this.” i tell him.

“i thought we worked past this? i thought you said it was okay. i told you, it was a mistake.” he crouches down in front of me to look at my face, and the walls i’ve built to hold myself up finally come crashing down. i look at his face and all i can think of is that picture.

“i know but, ever since you admitted it, i keep picturing her lips on your neck. i can’t unsee it, Jack.” i stand on shaky legs and he rises in tandem. “i hate that because of you, i can’t love you. not like i used to. because if we keep doing this— this thing, then i’m just gonna continue to worry even more than before. every time you leave, i’m gonna wonder if you’re out there sleeping with another girl. again.”

“that’s not fair.” he shakes his head.

“you’re right. it’s not.” i admit. “which is why i need to leave, Jack. i really hope you can understand that. it’s not fair on me. to constantly have to wonder who you’re with. or what you’re doing. and i can’t take that. i can’t trust you anymore, Jack.”

“so you can come on roadies with me until you trust me again.” he suggests, and the thought just makes me even more upset.

“i can’t just drop everything to go on the road with you multiple times a month! i have a job, Jack.” i tell him.

“so quit your job. i make plenty to take care of us.”

“you want me to quit the job, that i’ve worked so hard to get, so i can come on the road and babysit you to make sure you don’t cheat on me again?” i ask. “which will provide me with nothing to fall back on when you do inevitably do something again, and i actually decide to leave.”

“but i’m not gonna do anything!” he defends.

“yeah, that’s what you’ve been telling me for the last two years and look how that turned out.”

“yeah, and i didn’t do anything for two years! you can’t cut me some slack?” he argues and i put my hands together in a slow clap.

“you’re right, Jack. you waited two years to cheat on me. do you want a medal? a trophy?” i say. “yes, you didn’t do it for two years, but you still did it eventually. after you promised me you never would. you broke your promise.”

“so you’re just gonna throw this all away over a mistake?” he asks.

“i’m not the one who’s throwing this away. you did when you decided to get with another girl. in public. i’m just making sure i don’t get hurt again.” i tell him. i make my way to our bedroom, Jack following behind me.

“y/n, i’m sorry. okay? i’m sorry! i made a mistake. i told you it won’t happen again.” i ignore him, pulling my suitcase from under our bed and start randomly throwing clothes and an assortment of my things inside of it. “babe, let’s talk about this. c’mon. yes, okay, i slept with another girl. yes, i was caught. but if you didn’t know, wouldn’t that have been worse?”

his words make me freeze, and a sinking feeling settles in my gut. i turn to him.

“caught? Jack, is this the first time you’ve cheated on me?” he avoids eye contact and i swallow a lump in my throat. “Jack. tell me.”

“no.” it feels like my heart has shattered in my chest. the fragments getting caught in my lungs as i struggle to breathe. when i finally let out a shaky breath, it turns into a sob and i collapse to my knees in front of our bed.

this entire time he’s had me fooled. playing the role of doting boyfriend. when instead he was going behind my back. i don’t even know how many times, but it proves he was lying when he said it was a mistake.

i feel Jack’s hands settle on my back, trying to rub it and soothe me but i push them off and collect myself. i continue rushing around the room, packing my bag faster than before. zipping it up, i pull it off the bed and walk out of the room again, Jack trailing behind me once more.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” he tells me, when i stop at the front door, slipping my shoes on. i grab my keys from the dish by the door and unclip the house key, setting it on the table.

“yeah, i am too.” i tell him, opening the door. “bye, Jack.”

i step out, shutting the door behind me, my tears blurring my vision as i head out of the apartment complex and to my car. i’m able to place my suitcase in my trunk and slip into the drivers seat before i breakdown again.

i don’t even know where to go. Jack was the only person i had here.

i pull out my phone, typing up a text to my boss and telling her there’s been an emergency and i’ll be using my built up two months of paid time off, before scrolling in my contacts and typing on the name of the only person i can think of right now. i put the phone up to my ear, listening to it ring for a few minutes before they pick up.

“hello?”

“Quinn.” i don’t manage to get another word out before i let out another sob.

“i’m booking you a plane ticket right now. it’s okay, y/n/n. it’ll be okay.”

[pensat-i-fet]

Not a crush (Pedri x Reader)

**I got this request and thought it could be cute and fun. It’s true that the Spanish press has been talking about this arms situation a lot, so it’s a good blend of fiction and reality. But then it turned into one of those writing projects that changed 7 times before its final form. For a second I even thought about turning this into a series. My brain! Anyways, enjoy reading! ❤️**

ETA: I ended up writing a series based on this imagine that you can read here!

Word count: 2685

Masterlist

Wattpad

“All those years in uni to end up doing this”, you muttered. “I’m never going to be taken seriously”.

“What are you talking about?”

“This article I have to do”.

Your colleague Jordi moved his chair closer to yours to peek at your computer screen.

“You know that we can’t use the computers for personal stuff, right?”

You put your head on the table. Really, no one was going to take you seriously.

“Huh?”

“Why are you looking at photos of shirtless Pedri? Got a crush?”

“Shut up! I have to do an article about the evolution of his body in the last couple of years”.

“That’s cool”.

“It��s stupid!”

“I’ve done worse when I was an intern. Don’t be so negative”.

You guessed he was right. It could be a lot worse. And you didn’t have a crush but…there were worse ways to spend a Tuesday afternoon than looking at photos of a cute player. And being given an excuse to stare at his body, which had definitely changed in the last couple of years. You didn’t visit the gym much but liked it when others did. Especially if that was the result of their gym sessions.

Writing the article actually took a good chunk of your day. Between getting the right photos and videos for it and asking for permission to use them, the actual writing and your colleagues' stupid comments about it, it wasn't as easy as you thought it would be at first. But it was a good article. And once the editor saw it and was happy with it, it was posted on the newspaper's website.

The following day you posted a link to it on your social media accounts and a little later you started to go through the comments. So many of them talked about how you were only picked to do that article because it was about a man's body and you were a woman. Right��nothing new on Twitter.

“Stop replying to hate comments”.

“It’s therapeutical”.

"It's pointless".

Just one more…

                                      **

It wasn't just the press or people on social media talking about Pedri's muscles. His teammates loved to tease him joking about that too.

"Here comes the Spanish Lewandowski", laughed Eric.

"So funny".

"Please don't be mad at me. I'm afraid you'll use those big strong muscles to punish me".

Pedri did use his muscles to push his friend and get him out of the way. He knew it was just banter but it all got boring after a few days.

"There needs to be a big signing or something so your arms stop being the topic of the week", told him Ferrán, who was looking at his phone.

“Yeah, I saw Barça posting about it on social media too. People are so overdramatic”.

“Totally, but I didn't mean that. I meant the new article”.

"What new article?"

Ferrán showed him your article and Pedri sat down to read it properly. It was a great article. You took the time to analyze the way his game could be influenced by this body change and picked different photos than the ones used by everyone else. He guessed there were still proper journalists out there. What a plot twist.

"It's a good article", he said, giving the phone back to his friend.

"The internet seems to disagree".

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't know if they disagree but the girl who wrote it was getting a lot of shit on social media".

"Why?", Pedri couldn't hide his frown.

"I didn't look much into it but I saw people saying nasty things to her and then they found some old tweets and …seems like she used to have a crush on you and now she writes about your muscles or whatever and people on Twitter are the way they always are".

"Right", he murmured. He had listened to everything his friend said but also got stuck on how you used to have a crush on him. And he didn't even know who you were but footballers…they just loved being loved.

                                     **

"No point in deleting them now", said Jordi.

"I wasn't going to…".

People had too much time on their hands. That was the conclusion of the day. Somehow, just because of your article, someone decided to check your entire Twitter history to see if there was anything they could accuse you of. They probably were mad to find no offensive tweets but they found two where you retweeted a Barça fan page and wrote about liking Pedri.

The funniest thing was you barely remembered those tweets. You saw him, thought he was cute and posted that. Then you moved on. There were many players you found cute but had no time for crushes. Pedri got a mention purely for the fact that he signed for your team.

But now this was being used against you. So childish.

"Are you busy next week?"

You looked up to see your boss talking to you. He never talked to you.

"I guess. I mean, I'll be here working. So…".

"Do you have a passport?"

"Yes".

"Your English was good, right?"

"Pretty good, yeah".

He only had to look at your CV to see all the qualifications you had, including all the diplomas that proved your English was more than good but…no one cared that much about an intern.

"You're going on the US tour", he said and left. How could he drop that bomb and leave?

Your jaw was on the floor and Jordi was staring at you with a similar expression.

"Wait!", you said, finally able to get up and follow your boss. "What do you mean I'm going on the US tour? There is a group of people chosen for that already. It was decided months ago".

"I know", he said casually. "But one of them can't go and you'll take his spot".

"But I'm just an intern".

"Do you not want to go?"

"I do! Of course I do!", you said quickly. "But it doesn't make sense".

"Look. You're doing really well here. And you've gotten people to visit our website more than ever with just one article so…you earned it".

You had heard about all the visits to the website after the Pedri article was posted. But the way your boss was avoiding holding eye contact told you everything you needed to know.

"Am I just going because people think I have a crush on one of the players that'll be there?"

"If you weren't a good journalist, that wouldn't be enough for me to send you with that team. But it doesn't hurt".

"Ok, I'll start packing".

This was a great opportunity and you weren't going to reject it just because of some of the reasons surrounding it. But the excitement you felt when you first heard about the trip completely vanished.

And when you checked your Instagram and saw a certain player was looking at your stories…it was even worse.

No one took you seriously but you'd prove them wrong.

                                     **

The pre-season was both loved and hated by players. Pedri didn't really have strong feelings about it. It was just part of the job and they got to visit some different places so there were positives to take from these couple of weeks.

Another positive was having you around. After finding out about your article and your past crush on him, he checked your social media accounts. There wasn't much on any of them, since they were professional accounts. But there were a couple of photos of you and your dog.

Stories were something you also used to mostly promote your work and it was while checking those he found out you were going to the US too. He was hoping you'd meet at some point but didn't expect you'd be the one to interview him.

"Hi, nice to meet you", you said, extending your hand for him to shake. So professional.

"Nice meeting you too. I really liked your article about me".

Something changed in your expression and he couldn't understand what it was but you quickly got back to professional mode.

"Thank you. Let's get this done quickly. I was told we only have 15 minutes".

The interview was pretty uneventful. You asked good questions and Pedri gave you good answers in return. But you were so serious. He didn't know you personally, so maybe that was how you always were. But Pedri had a feeling there was more to it.

"Was that good?"

"The interview? Yes, thank you for your answers. They were really good".

"Easy when the questions are good too".

You nodded, quickly looking away.

"Are you ok?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because it seems like you would want to be anywhere but here".

You closed your eyes and sighed.

"Is it because of what people said about you?"

His words made you open your eyes and you finally looked at him. Instead of answering, you simply nodded.

"Don't pay attention to them".

"Easier said than done. Especially when they are the reason I'm here".

"The reason…".

"I'm not here because I'm good at my job. But because people thinking I have a crush on you got us a lot of attention. And now this interview will get more attention. So I'm basically just a pawn and I guess so are you".

"I'm sorry".

"It's not your fault".

Picking up your things, you got ready to leave but Pedri stopped you.

"I don't read what people write about me but my parents do. They like to keep the articles and print the photos and all that. Things parents do, I guess", he shrugged. "I read your article because Ferrán showed it to me and thought it was great. And then my parents told me about it, praising your writing multiple times. Your newspaper might be using you but you're good. You showed it to me in this interview too so don't feel sad".

"I don't have a crush on you".

"What?", but then he realised what you meant. "I didn't praise you because of that. God, you really need to get out of that mindset".

When Pedri started to laugh, you were more confused than ever.

"It's not you against the world. And people will praise you just because they genuinely want to…but now I'll be the one who's sad".

"Why?"

"I liked thinking you had a crush on me".

Now you were laughing too. Finally, he got to see the smile he had seen in those photos.

"Thank you for your words. I needed them. And you must go to train. I'll see you around".

"Yes".

The interview was posted just a couple of hours later. And even if Pedri's words helped, the comments you got still hurt.

Got what she wanted. To meet him.

"Yes, that's all I wanted in life. I can retire now".

"Why are you looking at your phone like it offended you?", asked one of your colleagues.

"It's the people inside it that offend me".

"Are there people living inside your phone?"

You half laughed at his bad joke.

"I know what you need to cheer up".

"Really?"

"Yes. Thoughts on karaoke?"

That made you laugh. You were such a terrible singer. "I like it. People don't like hearing me sing, though".

"I want to hear you sing so you're coming with us tonight".

                                   **

One of the easiest ways to get in trouble during pre-season was to go out and wake up to paparazzi photos of the party. But when it was the coach that took you out…then it was fine?

Pedri wasn't really into parties anyways but he thought karaoke night could be fun. He wasn't planning on signing but knew which teammates would. His phone was going to record all of it to tease them in the future.

"It started already", said Xavi, who was the first one to get inside the bar.

And he was right. There was someone leaving the stage while they found their tables. And someone else took the previous person's place immediately. Pedri wasn't interested in the random people who were going to sign but still looked up to see who was talking to the guy that controlled the machine.

And it was you who was on the stage.

"Well, that's a surprise", he said, almost to himself.

"What is?", Ferrán was now looking at the stage too. "Who is she? She's hot".

"The journalist who wrote about my muscles".

"The one that doesn't have a crush on you?", he laughed. "That's funnier now that I know she's pretty".

Pedri rolled his eyes and continued staring at you. He could see you were giggling and it was such a change from the super serious woman he met for the interview.

You picked a Franz Ferdinand song. They were one of your favourite bands when you were a teen and after seeing them live at the FIB, you were back to listening to all their songs on repeat.

Oh, when I woke up tonight, I said I’m

Going to make somebody love me

I’m going to make somebody love me

And now I know, now I know, now I know

I know that it’s you

You’re lucky, lucky, you’re so lucky

Your voice wasn’t great but who cared about that on karaoke night? Pedri didn’t. He just stared at you. You looked so relaxed. Just having fun instead of the worried version of you he got for his interview.

“Whoever she chooses would be lucky. She isn’t lying”.

Ferrán’s words took Pedri out of his daydreams. “What do you mean?”

“The song”.

“I’m not really paying attention to the lyrics. What do they mean?”

His teammate explained the meaning of the lyrics quickly and Pedri had to agree. Whoever you chose would be very lucky.

“I wouldn’t mind being the chosen one but you saw her first. Shame she doesn’t have a crush on you anymore, Pedrito”.

Yeah, it was a shame.

When you finished your song, you felt so much better. This had been the right plan to improve your mood. None of your colleagues wanted a drink, so you went to the bar to get one. It was needed after all that singing.

“I didn’t know you were a singer too?”

You turned to face Pedri and snorted. “Yes, it was my plan b if journalism didn’t work out”.

“There is always autotune to help”.

Pedri was pleased to see you laughing at his words. It was the second time in just one day he had achieved that.

“Do you want a drink too?”, you asked him when the bartender was taking your order.

“Just water, please”.

Once you got your drinks, none of you moved from the bar to go back to your friends. You just kept chatting.

“I mean, who knew writing about someone’s arms could lead to so much drama”.

Pedri followed your eyes which were now staring at his biceps. “Want to touch them?”

Yes. “No”.

“After reading the article I wondered if you knew more about my body than I do, you know? So it’s ok, you can touch”.

You bit your lip, trying not to blush. "I know you hear every day about how good you are at everything and that makes you overly confident but you aren’t as great at flirting as you might think".

"I heard about how great I am from you too. So you're at fault".

"I've barely written about you apart from that article".

"Yeah, but the old tweets…".

"I told you I don’t have a crush on you”.

“And the way you’re blushing says something different”.

When he leaned closer, you noticed how your knees were touching beneath the bar. They had been touching for a couple of minutes and you hadn’t even noticed. Nor did you feel the need to move.

“Not here”, you said.

“What?”

“Not where people can see us”.

“I thought you didn’t…”.

“I just want to test a theory”.

“What theory?”, he asked, smirking at you.

“If the crush I had on you two years ago is still there”.

[feddy-34]

inspired by this lovely tweet from @ohymnia have some brain rot

under the cut: dubcon/noncon, omegaverse, forced mating, mpeg mention, idk man

but anyway that one brock/nick fic on ao3 where brock's never had anyone to share his heat with before and so nick offers to help out cuz he has a moment where he sees brock being alone sitting by his locker and nick can smell the preheat on him and he's like "damn my qb is kinda pretty"

but!!! brock says no

and nick is not a person used to being told no (see above image) so he's pissed. who does brock think he is? rejecting a second overall pick, multi million dollar contract, top DE in the league alpha? he's the last overall pick, nobody wanted him anyway. and nick's getting more and more ratched up and his scent is getting stronger and stronger until brock feels like he's suffocating. he wants to leave but what can he do? everyone else has cleared out of the building already (brock took a long ass time in the showers) and nick's got him perfectly cornered.

plus brock's an omega going into preheat, nick's heavy ass pheromones are really starting to take a toll on him. he can feel his scent glands throbbing, knees getting weaker as the urge to submit takes over. and really, would it be so bad? finally having someone to ease the pain that roars through him setting every limb on fire? "i know you haven't had anyone to help you, but i'm here now," nick says, and isn't he? he's right there, a perfectly viable alpha. some part of brock's brain tells him to resist, to not give in, but that instinct is getting quieter and quieter as brock feels himself pulled towards nick.

and before he knows it, he's on his knees.

nick takes him home, cares for him through his heat, does an okay job, but he never leaves brock alone. every single moment he's there, presence and scent filling up every room of brock's house until he feels like he'll never be able to escape nick. he finally gets him out when his heat is clearly over, only convincing nick by promising that he'll come over after practice.

it's the first moment brock's had to himself in days. his mind feels numb, automatically dumping sheets and blankets into the washer, making himself a quick snack, mechanically scrubbing himself down. until he steps out of the shower and sees the marks. brock is absolutely covered in scratches, bruises, bites, and the more he looks the more he feels them start to sting and pulse. did nick really do this? brock doesn't remember feeling much pain, but he also doesn't really remember much at all. staring at the perfectly defined handprint-shaped bruises covering his hips and waist, his stomach starts to sink.

but nick is nice enough at practice and he sits next to brock on the plane a few times and he takes him out to dinner once or twice and doesn't hit him as hard during scramble drills. brock feels like he's moving in a slight haze until his next heat rolls around. and nick finds him in the locker room again.

this time there's no resistance, brock sliding silently to his knees as the instinct tugging at the back of his mind is silenced. he's quiet as nick drives him home, head leaning against the window. he presses his mouth shut as nick grabs his arm to drag him out of the car. he bites his lip as nick messes up his carefully crafted nest. this time his mind is clear. he can feel every bruising hold, every sharp scratch, every aching bite. but nick's helping him, isn't he? brock's heard that it's supposed to hurt, even when you're with an alpha.

and there is some relief, when nick pushes in, when he rocks his hips back and forth in a smooth continuous notion, when he lightly trails his fingertips all over brock's body. and when his knot finally pops, it's the most relief brock has felt all day.

but then. the bite.

sheer piercing agony radiating out from brock's neck to every part of his body. he feels like he's going to faint, ears ringing and vision blacked out.

and it's okay, it's fine. nick helps him clean out the bloody mess left on the front of his throat, nicely placed for the whole world to see. brock purdy, officially claimed omega. of course he hasn't bitten nick back yet but they'll do that nick's next rut. right? and brock didn't actually ask to be mated but nick's just helping him and looking out for him, the way a good alpha would. nick says it's a dangerous league, that they're aren't many alphas like himself who would be willing to help such a low status omega. brock should consider himself lucky.

and so he lives his little mated life, alphas steering clear of him, even ones he used to call friends. nick scares them away with his dark glare and bared teeth. but that's alright because he just needs nick. all he needed was a good alpha, and now look how well things are going. soon enough nick's going to put a baby in him and then he won't have to worry about football at all. brock won't have to worry about players hitting him on the field, even though he lives for the adrenaline rush. he won't have to deal with leading anyone, even though that's all he's ever wanted in life. he won't have to deal with alphas cornering him when he's vulnerable, although only nick ever does.

but he's an alpha, he can take what he wants. and brock is his. his to use, his to rule, his to discard when he gets bored. and so if brock jumps when he feels those hands close around his waist, so what? so what if the locker room hasn't emptied yet and brock can feel the weight of their stares on his shoulders? so what if he has to wear more and more layers to cover up the marks that nick always leaves? so what if the cleaning staff have tried to slip him notes, asking about his screams?

he won't have to worry about any of that soon, now that his life's been taken away.

[breathlesswordsbloodyknees]

On Maiar forms and "nullification"

Okay, I’m staying home to ease the stress of waiting for the result of Baby’s First HR Report and don’t want to think about it, so have some more meta. Expanding on these posts, part one and part two.

A deeper interpretation on this quote from Ósanwe-kenta, Vinyar Tengwar #39: “they(Maiar) became wedded to the forms of their evil deeds, and if these bodies were taken from them or destroyed, they were nullified until they had rebuilt a semblance of their former habitations.”

“they became wedded to the forms of their evil deeds": This, I kind of struggle with. I don't think it's a simple as they do evil deeds, they get stuck in their forms. But I also don't think it's as easy as they enjoy their form and their deeds so much that they're "wedded".  Some secret third thing. Interesting word choice there though. (sauron’s underlying “give me your troth" vibe every time he talks about the Rings echoes here imo but i have absolute brain rot about these two)

"and if these bodies were taken from them or destroyed" This for me is Jack Lowden Sauron in Forodwaith, the one that gets betrayed by Adar, kitten ears and all (I gotta find that tweet). He's literally at the height of his power (for that age, though Lowden Sauron plays it with a air of uncertainty, the shot of him taking a breath and looking up at the crown after he kneels) and he gets cast down from great heights. 

"they were nullified" I think you could take this a few different ways, but my theory is that Lowden Sauron's prideful evil overlord vibe is broken by his downfall and he slithers into the form of a low man. It's bed-rotting, really, wrapping yourself in a tattered blanket while you try to ignore the world and your mistakes. 

And there’s textual evidence for Sauron having repented after Morgoth’s fall. It’s referenced insubstantially in the Silmarillion, as a “some say” type story. Sauron “repents in fear” “lingers on Middle-earth” “beginning with fair motives”.

This concept is expanded on and solidified more in Letter 131, where Tolkien is trying to get the SIlmarillion published alongside lotr. He more or less says because of Mairon’s origin, Maia of light and beauty and perfection, Sauron was capable of loving or understanding other individual beings. But this was “correspondingly weaker” than his evil schemes, becoming “the sole object of his will, and an end, the End, itself” (“I see the end, Celebrimbor. So clearly. I have seen it from the moment I awoke. But his end…It was different than mine.” he spits out like he’s willing it to be true)

“until they had rebuilt a semblance of their former habitations.” So in a less-than-forgiving-for-the-nuances view, it’s Tolkien saying they’re evil and they’re gonna keep being evil. Rebuilding his former habitations to me has been Sauron’s steps in S2. What he did to Celebrimor, to Mirdania. Manipulation, cold calculation, violence. All he's ever know under Morgoth, dominance and submission, unrelenting. Old habits die hard.

And what he did to Galadriel. I have a lot of thoughts on how the fight in the finale played out. She’s a formidable warrior, Commander of the Northern Armies, giving it her all, she’s skilled. But he’s an ancient spiritual being, having been awoken since before the breaking of the First Silence. He’s eerily silent, parrying her grunts of effort with ease, doing his sick moves with the crown. He's smooth glass on a lake, but he's having fun. At least until she rebukes him, “The door is shut.” 

Then, his composure slips. She has denied him. His blows are vicious now, personal. He’s exerting as much effort as she is. (he fucking growls I stgggg) He’s attacking now, not just playing around, culminating in a brute yell as he strikes for her neck. His expression when she cuts his cheekbone, rage has taken over. (You cut Mairon? You cut his perfect cheek? Stabbing for Galadriel! Blood bond for 1000 years!!) 

And the stabbing. (i’m still gnawing on every bit of that scene, it’s what finally made me pick up the show) The stalwart defiance bleeds from her face, her eyes flutter, then are drawn to the crown inside her. The moment stretches between them, the music goes quiet. She knows, has known, that he’s evil. She’s seen the bodies, has seen the ruin, has sworn her oath. She's no silly schoolgirl. But in all his overlording terror, she never really thought…never really thought deep down that he would hurt her, at least not like this. 

And from his face, searching her eyes almost frantically, neither did he. 

One more step away from Halbrand, from Mairon. One more step back to Sauron, to Gorthaur. 

But then he twists the crown (that shouldn’t be as hot to me as it is) and at her gasp, his eyes widen, he exhales. There’s a greedy glint of fascination in his eyes, a slight upturn of the lips. Almost like he’s lost himself in playing her pain "like a harp", exquisite beauty for him to revel in. This is it, for me. He’s rebuilding a semblance of his former habitations, he’s back on the path to evil. It's his "fine, make me your villain" moment. I'll be the monster you think I am. (i think we’ll see some straying though. a girl can hope)

[chelseachilly]

THIS LOVE - chapter two | the lights are so bright but they never blind me

pairing: ben chilwell x reader

rating: T

word count: 2.1k

summary: you have to adjust to life in the public eye as ben’s supposed girlfriend...and ben has to adjust to the sight of you wearing his chelsea kit to a game

A/N: thanks for more lovely messages, they really encourage me to update faster lol! i’m sorry this one’s a bit shorter, the next update will definitely be longer 😌 chapter title is from welcome to New York

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The morning after the gala, you wake up in Ben’s guest room feeling relaxed and refreshed.

You always seem to get a better sleep when you stay at his, though you’re not sure if that’s due to his comfy mattress and expensive sheets or the fact that he lives out in Cobham and it’s significantly quieter than your own flat.

This state of relaxation lasts for about five minutes, or until you get a text from your friend Valerie asking if you’ve been on Twitter today.

Bracing yourself, you open the app and already see Ben’s name trending.

You’ve gained some followers over the years when Ben has posted you on his socials, but it’s nothing compared to the way people are currently talking about you all over the internet.

It’s not just on Twitter - your Instagram following count has already grown exponentially, and your comments are filled with everything under the sun, from praise to cruelty.

You know Ben gets shit like this all the time, and Mia warned you it would be coming your way, but it’s still surreal to read about yourself online.

Especially when none of it is true. Even the nice tweets about what a lovely couple you make are based on a lie.

You can’t resist going down the rabbit hole for a few minutes, reading pages of tweets from Ben’s fans speculating about your relationship, some negative and some positive. Eventually, you can feel your brain starting to hurt, and you know it’s in your best interest to shut your phone off for a while.

Begrudgingly, you force yourself to get out of bed and face the day. You make your way downstairs in your pyjamas, stretching your arms out as you enter the kitchen.

Ben is already awake, like he usually is at this time, and he’s standing by the stove in joggers and an old Nike sweatshirt, flipping pancakes that you know are not a part of his diet plan.

“Pancakes?” you question, startling Ben a bit as he turns to face you.

“Morning,” he says with a small smile. “Yeah, with blueberries. They’re for you. Figured it’s the least I could do since-“

“Since I’m being torn apart online by football fans?” you joke - or, at least, you mean it as a joke.

Ben’s face falls, his eyes wide with concern, and he sets down the spatula to walk over to you.

“I am so sorry, Y/N,” he says seriously. “I didn’t know it would be like this. I’ve obviously never had a real girlfriend before, so I didn’t think about it.”

“Ben, it’s-”

“I called Shreya as soon as I saw everything and had her prepare an exit strategy, she’s already confirmed our relationship to the press but she thinks we can back out of it if-“

“Ben,” you say a bit more firmly, placing a hand on his arm. “Why would we need to back out of this? Does she not think it’s working?”

Ben just blinks at you for a moment before shaking his head. “Well, no, actually. Apparently I’m getting great press from it, and you’re the one getting all the shitty comments. But I-”

“I’m fine with it, then,” you shrug. “I’ll just make my Instagram private, you know I don’t really care about social media anyways. I’ll be fine.”

Ben still doesn’t look convinced.

“Are you sure? I hate the thought of you having to read that crap,” he mumbles. “I’m used to the pricks, but you shouldn’t have to be.”

“It’s fine, Ben, I swear,” you insist, squeezing his shoulder. “Actually, some of your fans seem to like me. Or they like that I supposedly keep you grounded or whatever bullshit Shreya fed the press.”

“Well, that part’s not total bullshit,” Ben says with a small smile that makes your cheeks flush slightly. “Thank you again for doing this. And you can still change your mind at any time, you know.”

“I know,” you say, mirroring his smile. “Now hurry up before you burn my pancakes.”

“Oh, shit!”

-

By the next weekend, you’ve gotten pretty used to “dating” Ben.

You go private on your socials as you discussed, with the official statement from Ben’s publicist being that you two ask for privacy as a new couple. Naturally, this only makes everyone more interested, including the media.

As Shreya hoped, the headlines now describe Ben as a “man in love” and someone ready to “settle down with a nice girl.” There are tabloid articles with pictures of you two - some from before you were even pretending to date - and all the information they could dig up on you, including your job.

It’s all a bit weird, but the weirdest part is definitely when you have to actually corroborate your story of being Ben’s girlfriend. Which, as far as everyone outside your inner circle is concerned, you now are.

It definitely feels strange lying when, for example, one of the doctors you work with congratulates you on your relationship. (Turns out her son is a Chelsea fan and she wants to know if you could ask him to sign a kit or something, which you promise to make happen.)

You’re relieved when the only event you have to attend this weekend is Ben’s game, which you would’ve gone to anyways. You’re also going with his sister Alex, who is obviously in on the whole thing, which makes it easier.

She meets you at your flat, which is conveniently only about ten minutes away from Stamford Bridge on the tube, an hour before the game.

After you tightly embrace Ben’s sister, who is like a younger sister to you as well, she grins and passes you a small gift bag.

“You got me a present?” you ask in confusion.

“It’s not from me, it’s from Ben,” she chuckles. “He also said to say he’s sorry and that it was Shreya’s idea.”

You open the bag and pull out a familiar article of clothing - a brand new Chelsea shirt with Ben’s name on the back.

Of course, as Ben’s girlfriend, it would make sense that you be wearing his kit.

“Oh, god, let me go change.”

Once you’ve replaced the plain blue t-shirt you were wearing with the shirt Ben sent over, you walk back out and find Alex with an amused look on her face.

“How do I look?” you ask a bit sarcastically as you do a twirl.

“Like a proper WAG,” Alex laughs. “Let’s go, my future sister-in-law.”

You groan as Alex grabs you by the arm and you depart for the match.

Although you’ve come to see Ben play at the Bridge more times than you can count, you have never felt this many eyes on you as you make your way to your seats. There are people not-so-subtly taking your photo as you walk up, probably made all the worse by the Chilwell kit you have on - though you suppose that’s the point.  

The match begins, and you cheer at the top of your lungs for Chelsea, just as you have from the day Ben signed for them. You never really cared that much about football, and you didn’t support any particular club growing up, but you’ve always been Ben’s number one fan.

Today, he’s playing well, making you as proud as ever. It’s not hard to pretend to be the supportive girlfriend when every flawless pass or run forward has you leaping out of your seat with unrestrained enthusiasm.

At half-time, Chelsea are up by 1 against Newcastle, and you and Alex are happily chatting and catching up over a beer.

“I saw all the pics of you guys at the gala on Twitter,” Alex says with a smirk on her face, lowering her voice so nobody overhears. “I know it’s weird to say since you’re basically part of the family, but you actually look quite good together.”

“Ew, Alex, there’s no way,” you insist, a slight blush creeping onto your cheeks. “He’s…Ben.”

Alex just laughs and drops the subject as the game resumes and the boys come back out of the tunnel.

Around the 85th minute, with the score now tied 1-1, Ben comes running up the side and makes an excellent pass to Conor, who scores and secures the win. You jump out of your seats to cheer as the guys celebrate on the pitch, you rolling your eyes with affection as Ben and Conor jump up and down with excitement.

The whistle blows shortly after with Chelsea leaving victorious, and you and Alex make your way down to the tunnels to meet up with Ben. With this being their fourth win in a row, the atmosphere at the Bridge is electric, a far cry from last year’s rough season.

It’s so nice to see Ben so happy again, and the smile on his face only seems to grow tenfold when he spots you and Alex making your way over to him.

You can’t resist picking up your pace to a light jog as you move toward him, and his arms are already open to pull you into a tight hug that lifts your feet off the ground and makes your heart soar in a similar fashion.

“That assist was brilliant,” you murmur into his shoulder before he sets you down.

Ben pulls away, still beaming at you, his sweaty hair curled down over his forehead.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he smiles, his eyes wandering to the shirt you’d almost forgotten you were wearing.

It’s not the first time you’ve worn his kit - his England debut and the Champions League final come to mind - but those were special occasions, with the rest of his friends and family wearing it too. This is obviously different, and although Ben sent it over for you to wear, his eyes are locked to you like he’s trying to memorize every thread of the fabric.

You can’t figure out why he seems so transfixed, but you don’t have much time to dwell on it before you’re interrupted.

Alex clears her throat, snapping Ben out of whatever trance he was in, and he pulls her in for a hug.

“So, to celebrate the win and Ben’s assist, I’m thinking he should take us out for a nice dinner?” Alex suggests, smiling and nudging your arm.

“Shouldn’t you be buying me dinner?” Ben raises an eyebrow. When you both just laugh, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Alright. I’ll go shower, you make a reservation somewhere.”

After you and Alex have picked out the fanciest-looking sushi place you could find online and collected Ben from the changing rooms, you make your way to his car. Just like after every game, the paparazzi are out trying to get videos and photos of the players leaving the stadium.

This time, however, most of the attention seems to be directed at you.

The lights begin to flash the moment you exit the building, and Ben reaches down to take your hand without a second of hesitation. Whether it’s to flaunt your “relationship” further or just to comfort you, you’re not sure, but it’s definitely working either way.

“Y/N, did you enjoy the match today?”

You know you don’t have to answer any of their questions, but you’d rather not be branded as cold or rude as the media loves to do when a woman ignores them.

So you squeeze Ben’s hand and nod, smiling at the man recording you.

“Of course, the team played really well.”

“And what did you think of Ben’s performance?” they fire back at you.

“He was amazing,” you say without missing a beat. “I always love watching him on the pitch.”

You can see Ben smiling at you as you speak - a genuine smile that you know has nothing to do with the cameras surrounding you - but he startles you slightly when he leans in to peck your cheek and lets his lips linger there for a moment. They’re soft and warm against your skin, and you feel significantly colder when they pull away.

You’ve clearly spurred on the media even more with this sudden display of affection, but Ben begins to pull you along with him and help you into the car before either of you has to answer any more questions.

You breathe out a sigh of relief as you settle into the passenger seat, Ben and Alex entering the car moments later.

“Nice show, you two,” Alex laughs, obviously still amused by the sight of you and Ben pretending to be a couple.

“You okay, Y/N?” Ben asks, looking over at you. “Sorry if the cheek kiss was too much. I know it’s a bit awkward.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you assure him, rolling your eyes. “It’s fine. Of course it’s gonna be awkward sometimes, but as long as it’s helping with the PR plan, right?”

Ben nods gratefully and smiles at you once more before asking Alex for directions to the sushi place.

You’re grateful for her chatting away about how hungry she is, and for the song Ben is playing loudly through the speakers as you drive to the restaurant, both of which are helping to distract you from how alarmingly not awkward this all feels.

A/N: let me know what your thoughts are after this chapter!! things start to heat up in the next one i promise ;)

tag list: @lunamelona @kathb59 @captainwans​ @amandaaa1025 @bbygrlllllll @cinderellawithashoe​ @batmansb1tch​ @ncentic​ (let me know if you would like to be added!)

[whatwouldsylwrite]

hockey!Abby x dancer!reader pt7

pt 6

to: Abby

Do you want to come over tonight?

Minors don't interact!!!! This is an adult work meant for adults, I'm really uncomfortable with anyone younger than 18 reading this, so please move on.

Tags: modern au, fluff, fem!reader, shy reader, reader is into sexy/girly dances, Abby is a sweetheart, switching pov. Smut. Oral (r! receiving, Abby!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), pet names, vanilla sex

Notes: this is their first time, so there's no kinks yet, they're just exploring and getting to know each other, so it's pretty vanilla. I actually wanted to include a lot more, but this chapter is so long I had to cut some parts out. :(

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It was a Friday night, your tv was buzzing with some reality show as you were doing your homework, not paying any attention to the tv - you really wanted to finish the whole load before tomorrow, because your weekend was fully booked by Abby. 

So you worked through every assignment without any breaks for a few hours, until your head started to hurt - not the smartest decision, you admit, but you really just wanted to finish your homework and then just chill for the rest of the evening, letting your brain shut down on some ridiculous show. 

"Fuck." You sighed as you looked through the last assignment. Thank god it wasn't as time consuming as some of them were. 

It took you another half an hour to finish it, and when you looked at the time, it was over seven. Your head hurt, your stomach was screaming for anything sweet, and you really wanted a shower, as if the water would wash away your irritation and tiredness.

But it was worth it - you'd have your weekend free, a whole weekend with Abby, without practice and homework, without any worries and stupid responsibilities. Sometimes you missed being a teen, when you didn't have to take care of everything. "The real horror of adulthood - decide what you want for dinner every fucking day", you thought as you remembered the tweet you saw some time ago. 

Abby took her skates off, feeling tired and irritated - Eric was so fucking annoying with his training and useless comments, picking on everyone like as if he wanted the whole team to kick his ass. Boys were grumpy as well, bitching all the time while they changed, but Abby didn't pay attention to them until Manny sat next to her.

"You wanna go out tonight? I need to get wasted to forget about this asshole." Manny nodded in the general direction of the coach room. 

"No, I'm going home." Abby said shortly as she checked her dms. 

You sent a photo of yourself looking absolutely done with your homework, your hair a mess, your brows stubbornly furrowed. Manny immediately put his nose in Abby's phone as she sat there, just smiling at your picture. 

"Ooh, so that's (y/n) in her natural habitat." Manny smirked, knowing he'd get a reaction out of Abby. 

"Fuck off." Abby said and put her phone away from him. 

"What, don't want to show your sweetheart to your best bro?" 

"I swear to god, Manny." Abby rolled her eyes. "Go to your weather girl and leave my girlfriend alone."

"And not tease you? Sorry Abs, not happening." Manny laughed as he ducked Abby's pads she threw in his face. "Have a nice evening!"

"Fuck you too!" Abby shouted in response as she packed her things and went home. 

You left your shower feeling a lot better than before. Chocolate probably helped too, but it wasn't real food, and you needed to cook something before you'd give up and just not eat anything. 

You went to your room to change, and while you were changing you listened to how quiet your apartment was. It was the eerie silence of living by yourself, the constant reminder of lonely independence. It took you a long time to get used to the quiet, but sometimes you'd feel so fucking lonely, curled up in front of your tv, the darkness of the apartment surrounding you, trying to choke you out of the existence. 

You knew Abby had practice today - you looked at the clock - she should have finished already. She was probably tired, though. You worried your lip as you sat on your bed, naked, the water dripping from your hair to your back, giving you an unpleasant shudder, and opened your dms. 

Abby already saw the picture you've sent her during the most frustrating part of your homework.

from: Abby

looks like your hw kicked your ass

Fuck you, you laughed in your head as you typed your reply.

to: Abby

*I* kicked its ass, because I finished it

You tapped your fingers on your phone case, nervous. You really wanted to see Abby, but you also didn’t want to impose. She was tired after practice, and she’d have to drive to your place… But you could just relax together, watch something, you’d make some food for her. It wouldn’t hurt to ask, right? She could just say no and it’d be totally fine. 

to: Abby

Do you want to come over tonight?

Why, why did your heart pick up its pace? Why did you suddenly feel so nervous? You just asked Abby if she’d like to come to your place, it was normal, it was fine, you were dating, for god’s sake. Abby’s been to your place before, and you just cleaned your apartment, you shouldn’t be worried about it at all. Maybe it was because Abby could say no today? Maybe it was because you meant it as a sleepover? 

You checked your phone - Abby wasn’t online, which disappointed you a little, so you put your phone in your pocket and went to the kitchen to start cooking. You figured you'd cook enough for a few days - especially if Abby'd come tonight, since her hockey training required a lot of energy, and therefore a lot of food. And if Abby wouldn't come then you wouldn't have to worry about your meals for the entire weekend. 

The thought of Abby not coming made you sad, but you scolded yourself for being so selfish and needy - Abby was your girlfriend, not your mom to fix all your problems. You still reached for your phone anyway - still no answer. 

"Okay." You sighed, nervous, knowing you needed a distraction as your patience was running thin. You took all ingredients you needed and started to cook, getting your mind off "did she answer" loop in your head.  

Abby went out of the shower and fell on her bed, feeling pleasantly tired. She wasn't exhausted physically, but dealing with Eric's shit left her low-key irritated. Some days he was just insufferable and Abby wished the poor asshole just got laid and maybe that'd calm him down. 

Abby sighed and closed her eyes, trying to calm down herself. She needed to think about something pleasant - her weekend plans with you for example. Abby missed you, not seeing you properly the whole week - you caught each other every chance you got, and spent too much time in her car after practice, you not wanting to go home and Abby not wanting to let you go. 

And now the whole weekend would be for the two of you. You asked Abby if she really wanted to do rock climbing, but she had to admit she was afraid of heights - it was embarrassing, she knew, but you just nodded and said you'd keep it in mind, to Abby's relief. You asked her for another skating lesson and Abby agreed, happy she'd get to hold you in her arms again - that was your plan for Sunday evening. And tomorrow Abby wanted to take you on a day trip to the next town and just walk around, find some interesting places. 

Abby smiled and rubbed her face, slightly embarrassed by how bad she had it. She knew she was a lovesick idiot, but sometimes it was hard to embrace it. 

Abby sat up on the bed and reached for her phone that she left in her backpack. 

from: dancing queen

Do you want to come over? (sent 40 minutes ago)

Abby's heart stopped but started beating twice as fast right away, her cheeks flushed. Was it what she thought it was?

No, knowing how shy you were - no way you asked this question with any subtle meaning. But Abby couldn't help but feel a little optimistic. It was evening, you definitely asked her to stay the night, and she just couldn't ignore her annoying thoughts. 

You sent it 40 minutes ago - was it when Abby parked her car? She should have seen it if it was sent before, god, was she in a shower for 40 minutes? No she wasn't, she unpacked her gym bag first and put her uniform in the washing machine. 

Was your offer still up? Or maybe you changed your mind? Got tired of waiting for her response? 

That was asking for some serious measures, and Abby pressed call, not taking a chance with texting in case you wouldn't see her messages. You picked up after four antagonising dial tones and Abby started feeling nervous. 

"Hi." You said, sounding like you were busy. "Wait, gimme a sec." 

"Okay." Abby said as she listened to you turning water on and off. "You okay?"

"Yeah." You said, panting a little. Abby got worried she blew her chance - you were definitely not free right now. Why the fuck she didn't check her phone before going to the shower? "Okay, I'm here."

"Is your offer still up? For me to come over?" Abby asked, ridiculously nervous.

"Yeah." You said shyly. "You don't have to, I know you just finished your practice and you're tired, I don't want to-"

"I'll at yours in 20." Abby interrupted you, too eager to calm you down. 

"You sure?"

"Yeah. See you." She said to you quietly. 

"See you." 

Abby ended the call and ran her hand through her hair, calming herself. Okay, you were still up for it. Abby tried to push her stupid horny thoughts down, but you asking her to come over on Friday night was like a pavlovian for her. You didn't mean it, but Abby would kill for you to mean it. 

Abby eyed her other backpack, feeling optimistic again. She emptied her bed drawer into her backpack, you know, just in case. Never in her life Abby got ready faster than now - in 10 minutes she was locking her door, her hair half-dry and brushed, her clothes clean and her backpack filled with a change of clothes and other stuff. The ride to your apartment took her a little bit longer than ten minutes and she was five minutes later than she promised, but it didn't matter.

What mattered was her ringing the bell to your apartment. 

You opened the door and immediately smiled at Abby, your eyes twinkling with happiness. 

"Hi." You stared at her for a second and then moved out of the way. "Come in."

Abby put her backpack down and finally looked at you, regretting it immediately: you were wearing skintight top and Abby could see fucking everything, because you weren't wearing a bra. Oh fuck, she thought as she tried to look away from your chest. And these stupid short shorts you wore at home, Abby was going to die here.

 

"Are you hungry?" You asked, unconsciously moving closer to Abby, taking her hand in yours. She looked flushed, but you didn't mind. You also didn't mind her eyes flicking to your chest - her stare sent shivers down your spine, making you want to arch into Abby. "I've made some food."

"Starving." Abby chuckled and pulled you to her, kissing you. It was a gentle kiss, her hands a soft pressure on your waist, and you melted against her, letting her hold your weight. "Missed you."

"Me too. Felt lonely without you." You admitted, a little embarrassed of your weakness. You caressed Abby's shoulders, marvelled by her strength as she held you close. "Are you going to stay for the night?"

"If you let me." Abby shrugged playfully. 

"If I let you." You teased her. "You're the one who should be letting me beg you to stay, you know." You pinched her cheek gently and led Abby to the kitchen. 

Abby let go of your hand and just towered behind you, her chest to your back, her hands on your hips, as you put food on two plates. You swallowed as your desire to just arch back into Abby became too powerful and you tentatively pushed back, trying to not turn this moment into something more heated. Abby sighed into your neck and her grip on your hips became stronger. 

"What do you want to watch?" You asked, cosily quiet. 

Abby buried her nose in your neck, making you giggle from tickling. 

"The one we spoke about a week ago." Abby said not lifting her head from your shoulder. 

"Okay." You smile to yourself. "Come on, let's move." 

Abby slowly moved away and took a plate you gave her, pouting a little: she really didn't want to let you go. 

You went to the living room and while you two tried to find a more comfortable way to sit, you searched up the movie - it was a french comedy someone recommended to Abby, and you've seen the trailer and liked it. It took some time to find it, but you put it on and you both started eating while the introduction rolled. You secretly hoped Abby'd like your cooking - like if you were showing her what a wife material you could be. And, judging by her little moan and her head thrown back - she liked it. You hid your smile, but Abby noticed anyway.

"I'm marrying you tomorrow, (y/n)." Abby said as she put a fork in her mouth. "What did you put in it? Magic?"

"Garlic and ginger." You giggled. 

You finished your food pretty quickly, both of you were too hungry to go slow, and you went to the kitchen to put your plates in the sink. You poured two cups of tea and came back, to find Abby in a different position than before.

She was sitting in the middle of the couch, manspreading, and when she saw you, she patted the place between her legs, inviting you to sit there. You smiled and put your cups next to Abby so you could reach them, and sat between her legs. 

Abby immediately snaked her hands around your waist, pulling you closer without any effort and your breath hitched in your throat: Abby held you close to herself, pressing your back to her chest, her chin on your shoulder, her strong thighs on both sides of you. You felt safe like this, surrounded by Abby, and you leaned on her, relaxing and putting your head on her shoulder, breathing her in. Abby always smelled like something cold and soothing - maybe because she spent a lot of time on ice, but her scent always reminded you of the first days of spring when snow started to melt. 

The movie was good, Abby had to admit, but having you in your arms was better. Abby liked how you relaxed right away, letting her touch you everywhere she wanted, caressing your waist and your ribs and your thighs absentmindedly as she watched the movie. And the way you shook against her when you laughed - adorable. Abby pressed a few affectionate kisses to your shoulder, just appreciating your existence, and you relaxed even more, your weight pleasantly heavy on her. 

Abby liked this reaction, so she pressed more kisses into your bare shoulder - you went soft in her arms and Abby just couldn’t get enough of it, making you feel safe was her fucking drug. She moved her lips up, planting slow tender kisses on your neck, not really trying to work you up, just enjoying being gentle with you, but you sighed sharply as Abby kissed you pulse point, her lips lingering on your skin for a second. This little sound made Abby’s eyes open wide and her core throb - maybe she wasn’t trying to work you up, but you were definitely getting there. 

Abby lifted her head from your shoulder and looked you in the eyes, checking if you were enjoying yourself as you turned to her. Her serious, studying eyes met your glossy ones, and something snapped. 

You reached for Abby’s face desperately and kissed her, your whole body trembling as you weaved your fingers into her hair. Abby deepened the kiss, her tongue slowly playing with your tongue as she lifted you up and turned you so you’d sit in her lap. You whimpered quietly - the ease with which Abby moved you made your underwear hot with sudden wetness. Abby kissed you wet and dirty, her hands moving up your naked thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake, until she reached your butt and grabbed it  hard, her nails slightly digging into your body. You sighed into her mouth and caressed her neck and broad shoulders, so solid against you. 

You pulled away, trying to catch your breath, and Abby watched you with a small smile. Horny looked good on you.

“That’s not why I asked to come over.” You whispered. You didn’t want Abby to feel pressured into anything, to think you only invited her to stay the night because you wanted to have sex. 

“I know.” Abby whispered with a small smile as her hands held your waist. She knew what you were trying to say, and her heart overflowed with affection. “Do you want to stop?” 

You smiled and shook your head, stroking Abby’s nape gently.

“Words, baby.” Abby grinned as she watched your eyes go big with surprise when she used the pet name. “I need you to say it.”

Consent was important for Abby, especially since she could easily overpower you. She needed to hear that you wanted this, to have this confirmation. She couldn’t imagine doing something that would upset you because she read your non-verbals wrong. 

“Want you, Abby, I want you.” You whispered, not looking at Abby - too embarrassed to admit your desire so blatantly.  But if Abby needed to hear it, it didn’t matter if you were embarrassed - her comfort was your top priority. Abby tilted your face, trying to make you look at her.

“You’re nervous.” Abby stated when she noticed how you fidgeted with her hoodie. She didn’t like it - she wanted you to feel happy and relaxed with her.

“A little.” You admitted and smiled, giggling when Abby tried to catch your eyes, turning her head at all angles possible.

“Am I scaring you?” Abby asked playfully and stroked your back.

“Big bad Abby.” You laughed. “No. Just want to do it right.”

“I don’t think there is a wrong way, (y/n).” Abby kissed your jaw. “Really, if you want to stop, it’s totally cool.”

Now Abby looked at you, serious, as she searched your face for any sign of discomfort, so tuned to your body she could tell if you were even slightly tense, but you smiled and kissed her gently.

“You’re so sweet.” You said and moved away, creating a distance between the two of you. Abby tried not to read it as a sign you wanted to stop, but as the distance grew bigger, she became more sure that this was it. “Let’s move it to the bedroom.” 

Abby blinked and smiled brightly when the meaning of your words finally caught up with her. Abby kissed you again, her hands roaming your body, squeezing you painfully. Abby grabbed your thighs and suddenly you were in the air, clinging to Abby for dear life. 

"Fuck." You said, a little bit shocked as Abby hoisted you up, her lower stomach pressing just right between your legs. "Warn me next time." You laughed and snaked your hands around Abby's neck. 

Abby smirked and kissed your collarbones, making your hole clench on nothing - you were getting so wet, too wet, and nothing really happened yet. 

"Abby." You inhaled sharply, your fingers squeezing her shoulders.

"Yeah?"

"Bedroom."

Abby chuckled against your neck and carried you to the bedroom while her hands continued kneading your butt. You were so fucking soft in her arms, it was so easy to carry you Abby felt drunk on how much stronger she was, how effortlessly she could just move you and hold you and not let you do anything, leaving everything to her. 

Abby lowered you down on the bed and you pulled her with you, making her press you into the bed as you kissed her. You spread your legs further, making Abby press into you as her hand caressed your thigh lightly, admiring how soft and warm you were. 

Abby broke the kiss and sat between your legs and this view alone made you ache, made it hard to breathe. She looked serious, her strong hands crawling up your thighs, her wide shoulders moving up and down as she breathed heavily. You sat up and tugged her hoodie up, literally not able to take it anymore, you needed to see her. The hoodie came off, leaving Abby in her sports bra, her muscles, her strength on display.

"Oh my fucking god." You whispered, mesmerised. "Fuck, Abby." You ran your fingers over Abby's abs and  she flexed her muscles instinctively, causing the wetness pool in your panties, the pressure building behind your clit. You looked at her with wide eyes as you got closer to feel her skin under your lips. 

You left open mouthed kisses on Abby's side, holding her hips. She was warm and solid and she tasted just as she smelled - cold and mouthwatering. You couldn't get enough, your hands travelled lower and you groaned - Abby had a V line, fucking hell. 

Abby watched you worship her body and her breathing became heavy, her hunger growing with each second and her boxers getting wetter after every kiss - your soft mouth drove her crazy, your genuine admiration getting to her heart dangerously close. Abby knew girls enjoyed her physique,  but there was something different about your reaction - you were gentle with her, smoothing her edges in a way that scared her, but left wanting more. Abby needed you to cum, to feel good, to come apart in her hands again and again until you couldn't anymore. 

"Doll, look at me." Abby panted and gently lifted your head. You looked up at her, your eyes shining and your cheeks flushed. "Fuck, you're so pretty." Abby kissed you, hungry and getting a little rough from her desperation, but you didn't mind, clinging to her with your whole body. "Can I take it off?" 

"Yeah." You whispered, exhilarated when Abby's fingers hooked the bottom of your top. She was slow, as if she was opening a present she wanted her whole life and now couldn't believe she had it, and you suddenly felt impatient from your own excitement, buzzing with arousal.

The top came off and Abby stared at you, unblinking. You were so goddamn beautiful: your cute shoulders, the soft line of your neck, your round pretty tits with hardened nipples, the delicate line of your waist - Abby wanted to devour you. You looked divine, you looked holy to her and she wasn't sure she should be allowed to touch you. 

"Lie down." Abby told you and you leaned back, spreading your legs so Abby'd fit between them. "Fuck." Abby said as she watched you, lying on your pillows all pretty and inviting. 

Abby's hands were fucking shaking as she leaned to you, your naked stomachs touching. You sighed and bucked your hips up without thinking, just craving Abby's touch - skin on skin contact wasn't enough, you needed her strong gentle hands on you. Abby used one of her hands to push your hips down, stopping you from moving completely and you whimpered, bucking your hips again, now because her strength turned you on even more, but Abby didn't let you, pressing you back even harder, and you shuddered. 

"Do you need something, doll?" Abby asked as she kissed your neck, grinding a little against you. You suddenly relaxed under her and spread your legs wider, your brows furrowed as Abby's lower stomach pressed into your pussy. "Tell me." 

"Are you teasing me?" You asked as you swallowed a quiet moan.

"I'm asking." Abby breathed in your skin, addicted to your scent: you smelled like warmness and home to her. She licked a long strip on your neck, from your collarbones to your ear and smirked when you made a little mewling sound in her ear. She was genuinely asking, but she couldn't help but tease you a little.

"Can you touch me?" You asked shyly, not even meaning touching your pussy - you'd get there eventually - you just wanted her hands on you. "Like-" You swallowed and stroked her sides. "Like that?" 

Abby melted.

She nodded and squeezed your sides, spreading her fingers over your waist and hips, and you closed your eyes, enjoying the solid firm pressure from Abby’s hands.

"Like that?" 

"Yeah." 

Abby kissed you and moved down, putting her mouth over your nipple, swirling her tongue around your bud. You arched into her, choking on air, your body like a naked wire, but she held you down again. Abby looked at you, stupidly turned on from your reactions.

"You're sensitive." Abby stated in amazement and smiled, so fucking pleased with this fact about you. 

You didn't have time to even think what to say to Abby as she sucked on your nipple and grinded on you, watching your reaction with hunger: she saw it once and nothing would tear her away from you now. You whimpered, your nails digging in Abby's shoulders as she continued playing with your nipples: her tongue on one nipple and her fingers on the other as she pressed her body flush against your pussy.  You felt how wet you got, soaking through your underwear - you probably had a wet spot on your shorts now - but you didn't care as long as you had Abby's hands and mouth on you. 

Abby moved back to your face, admiring you, all flushed and panting. You smiled at Abby and pulled her into the kiss, barely maintaining it as you couldn't stop smiling. 

Abby touched the waistband of your shorts and looked at you, serious again. 

"I'm going to take them off." Abby said, waiting for your confirmation. 

"Good idea." You giggled and watched Abby undress you completely. She took your underwear with your shorts, not wasting any time. 

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." Abby said tenderly, her gaze making you blush as she looked you over. "What do you like?"

"I-uh." You tried to get your thoughts together. "Anything?"

Abby nodded and spread your legs with her hand, caressing your thighs in the process. You shivered when you felt cool air on your wet hole and you covered your face, a little embarrassed when you noticed how intensely Abby was staring between your legs.

Abby felt her mouth water when she saw how wet you were, the desire to make you feel good overpowering her. You were so responsive it made her want to touch you even more, but your shyness melted her heart. 

"Hey, don't be shy." Abby chuckled as she caressed your pelvis lightly. "You're so pretty." 

"Fuck you." You laughed affectionately and moved your hand from your face to look at Abby, who was grinning at you. 

And then Abby moved down, leaving lingering kisses on your stomach until she was right in front of your pussy, her shoulders keeping your legs apart. Abby snaked her hands around your thighs, locking you in one position, and you caught your breath, just staring at her. You couldn't move, her grip on you was unyielding. 

Abby kissed your thighs gently, making you relax again: this feeling was so fucking addicting, just watching you visibly unbend and just accept what was happening - it pressed Abby's buttons in ways that her mind got even filthier, imagining if you could let go completely and let her do whatever she wanted with you. 

Abby pressed on your thighs, spreading them even wider to open you up for her, all pretty, wet and hot. Abby smirked and licked you from your hole all the way up to your clit, the tip of Abby's tongue making you twitch in her hands from sudden painful pleasure. Too much, Abby thought and relaxed her tongue on your clit, circling it softly. She watched your breath hitch and eyes flutter, the soft, quiet sounds leaving your lips as she played with your clit. You were so wet and tasted so fucking good Abby didn't want to leave your thighs ever again. 

Abby's mouth felt so good on you, you couldn't even think as she sucked on your clit, making you fucking jump in her arms, but she held you down without breaking her movements and doubled her efforts, sucking and licking and swirling her tongue until your heavy breathing turned into loud moans. 

"Abby, fuck-" You managed to say between your high whines. "Jesus-" 

But Abby ignored you, keeping her pace steady on your clit, her chin covered in your slick. She felt how twitchy you got, and she smirked knowing you were close, so she sped up just a little, cautious not to overwhelm you and break the spell before you'd cum for her.

Abby's tongue was pulling you down and down and down, drowning you in syrupy pleasure, building you up to the inevitable as your thighs started to shake and your voice became high pitched, your moans broken and choked. You grabbed Abby's forearm as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"Fuck- ohmygod- abby- Abby!" You screamed, oh god Abby made you fucking scream and she wasn’t stopping, she wasn’t stopping, her tongue lightly moving up and down your pussy, collecting your wetness as she licked you clean. It made you blush and you covered your face again as you tried to get your body under control.

The hold on your thighs eased up and Abby kissed your stomach, her tongue hot on your skin. She took her time, worshipping you as she placed soft kisses on your body: you were so soft and delicate she couldn’t believe she actually got to touch you. Abby moved up and gently moved your arm away from your face.

“Hey.” Abby said as she smiled at you, so tender it was almost unbearable. You looked so good, still twitching after your first orgasm, and Abby looked into your eyes, trying to remember every little line and every blush and how your breathing wasn’t evened out yet, but you were smiling back at her.

“Hi.” You giggled and put your trembling fingers on Abby’s neck. You looked at each other and broke into happy giggles. “Gimme a sec, I need my body to stop shaking and then it’s your turn.”

“That good, huh?” Abby smirked and you blushed. “Actually. Do you think you can go again?” Abby asked, her hand moving down to your hip, tracing circles on your hip bones. 

"Yeah." You nodded, a little confused, and then Abby's hand moved further down. "Oh, you mean now." You giggled at your own obliviousness.

"Yeah." Abby whispered as she watched you, her hunger back. "Wanna see you cum again, you're so fucking beautiful."

You looked at Abby with wide eyes and kissed her desperately, her words messing with your heart, turning you into butter. 

Abby pulled away, wanting to see your face when she'd push inside you. She moved her fingers through your folds, so gentle and careful, and you felt one finger circling your hole. You shuddered in anticipation, looking back at Abby, her pupils so dilated she almost lost all blue in her eyes. And then she pushed her finger inside and you couldn't even make a sound. You were still tight and wet after your last orgasm, and Abby's finger felt amazing as she slowly stroked your walls.

"Fuck, (y/n)." Abby whispered and kissed your neck, sucking a hickey into your skin. 

She wanted to be careful with you, to keep you relaxed until your pleasure would build up enough for you to start making these pretty high noises. Abby curled up her finger, looking for your sweet spot, and suddenly your thighs closed on her arm and you whimpered. 

"There you go." Abby smiled, enjoying you. She eased up a little, giving you a chance to exhale. "Breathe, baby.” She chuckled when she noticed you held your breath. 

You inhaled sharply and your thighs relaxed, not locking Abby’s arm anymore.

"Good girl." Abby said affectionately, so pleased with you and you whined, your head suddenly fuzzy.

You looked at Abby: she was so gorgeous, her face calm and her cheeks faintly pink with a bunch of freckles you wanted to kiss, her hair tucked behind her ears - god you loved when her hair was down. You ran your hand from her neck to her waist, adoring all soft warm skin under your fingertips as she thrusted into you, your breathing turning from sighs to moans.

“Do you want another one?” She whispered in your ear, making you shudder, her mouth working another hickey on your pulse point. 

“Yeah.” You gripped Abby’s hair gently and she pressed her mouth harder to your neck. 

Abby pulled her finger out and you felt empty and a little cold, but then you felt two fingers pressing inside. Abby pushed them in slowly, marvelling by how soft and tight you were around her, how you looked at her, your eyes a little foggy while you smiled a little. Abby curled her fingers and you clenched around her, whimpering, and Abby felt her own hole clench in response. Fuck it was hot.

You felt so full, Abby’s fingers pressing everywhere, ripping sounds out of you on each thrust. Your skin was on fire, each nerve trembling as Abby sped up, her fingers pressing against your sweet spot, as absolutely obscene wet sounds joined your whimpers. It took a little longer to bring you over the edge, but Abby didn’t break her relentless pace until you cried out for her, your walls clenching and pulsating around her fingers as you came, shaking so violently Abby had to use her other hand to hold you down as you twitched uncontrollably while coming down from your high. 

Abby watched you, spellbound, as you came on her fingers, your throat bared for her, purple marks blooming everywhere: you were hers, only hers, and you were so beautiful, like a fucking angel.

"There you go, doing so good for me." Abby praised you as she pulled her fingers out slowly, watching your blissed out face.

Suddenly there was pressure on her shoulders as you made her lie back while your trembling fingers went under her sports bra.

“I wanna see you.” You said in a shaky voice, barely standing up, your thighs still shaking from your orgasm, sticky with your slick. “Can I go down on you?”

Just hearing these words coming out of your mouth made Abby groan - she wanted to fuck you again, but you looked so desperate and wanting she couldn’t refuse. She really couldn’t say no to you, could she? 

Abby sat up and helped you undress her completely, blushing a little under your hungry eyes. You nestled between Abby’s thighs and tried to just absorb her, your eyes roaming over her body, so fucking powerful and beautiful and perfect. You leaned down to Abby and kissed her neck while your hands ran up from her thighs to her waist. Fuck she was magnificent, firm lines mixed with soft flesh. 

“I wanna fucking inhale you.” You said into the crook of her neck, dizzy with desire. Abby’s breath caught in her throat, her ears ringing and her pussy aching because of your words, that were filled with raw obsession. 

“Holy shit, doll.” Abby sighed and tried to get you to lift your head, but you were already moving down, leaving sweet kisses on Abby’s collarbones and stomach.

You cupped Abby’s tits carefully and she closed her eyes, enjoying your touch. You smiled and took her nipple into your mouth, sucking on it gently, and Abby made this low appreciative noise that went straight to your clit. Abby was much quieter than you, but it only turned you on more, listening to her soft fast breathing as you went down, kissing her abs, her sides, mouthing at her muscles as she flexed, her breath hitching every time you placed a new kiss on her skin. You couldn’t get enough of her: you traced Abby’s v-line with your tongue and then planted open-mouthed kisses on conjunctions of her hips, nuzzling in the dips as Abby spread her thighs wider. 

“Can I ask you for something?” You asked as you moved all the way down, getting comfortable between Abby’s thighs. 

“Yeah.”

“Will you be able to keep still?” You mouthed at her thighs, looking Abby in the eyes. You knew you wouldn't be able to hold her down, but you wanted her to let you do what you needed to do.

Abby was surprised by your request, but it only turned her on - it was nearly impossible not to move in this situation, but you asked her - and your wish was her command.

“Yes.”

“Thank you.” You said and buried your face between Abby’s thighs.

Abby twitched but stopped herself from moving, letting you do whatever you want. You opened your mouth and put it over Abby’s pussy, slowly flicking her clit with your tongue. Abby squeezed the pillow behind her and hissed, her orgasm already close: she’s been close since she pushed her fingers inside you. And now Abby had you between her legs and she had to stop herself from moving while your tongue played her like musical instrument and she knew she wouldn’t fucking last. 

“Fuck.” Abby gasped when you gently sucked on her clit, her thighs trembling by the sides of your head. Your mouth felt fucking amazing, and Abby felt her lower stomach tighten, so fucking close. 

Abby tentatively moved her hips up to meet your tongue, bucking up so slightly and so gently - she didn't want to take your control away, but she was almost there. You put your hands on her hip bones and helped her grind against your mouth so tenderly you'd think she was being shy, but Abby moved so precisely you figured that was something she liked, and your heart ached: this powerful woman was so delicate in your arms right now. You met her movements with your soft tongue, flicking her clit until she started to lose her pace. Abby was close, so you gently pressed her hips back to the bed - more accurately, Abby let you press her back to the bed - and sped up, desperate to give Abby her orgasm. 

"Holy fuck." Abby moaned quietly, her voice shaking a little. "Just like that, baby- oh fuck-" She managed to say and in the next second Abby was pulled under as her body exploded, the long groan ripping from her lungs, her hands clutching the pillow so hard she might have torn the fabric. 

You watched Abby obsessively, your mouth slack against her: she was gorgeous, her chest heaving with her fast breathing as the reality came back to her. You moved up to kiss Abby, lying on top of her.

"Hey, (y/n)." Abby called, panting, her eyes are still closed, but her hands were already on you, caressing your back and your waist.

"Yeah?" You kissed her cheek, her nose, her eyes, buzzing with happiness.

Abby opened her eyes and you pressed your thighs together under her dark determined gaze: she looked at you like you were her prey and she finally caught you.

"Can you go again?"

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you and your brain

summary in which you're a study vlogger and he's your biggest supporter.

pairing lando norris x fem! psych student! reader

genre fluff, smau

warning hate comments for like 1 second. might be cringe i hope not tho lol

a/n in honor of me starting my psych journey next week🫡 ps. not the biggest fan of the tweets but yanno.

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landonorris always making sure you're not killing yourself over a textbook 😁 -> yourusername thanks love

landonorris i love you and your brain -> liked by yourusername -> user1 i need a lando in my life -> carloszains55 me too.

user2 idk how this girl travels to like half the races and still finds time for schooling🥲 -> yourusername my classes are online and don't require me showing up to in-person class. plus most races i go to are during my summer breaks 😊

user3 lando = wag materiel -> landonorris thank you.

user4 i could never study psych 😭

user5 oscar and y/n are so cute :(

oscarpiastri when is your holiday? -> yourusername like a week -> landonorris 1 week, 3 days, 4 hours, and 23 seconds as of typing. -> oscarpiastri but who's really counting right?

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landonorris shopping and studying season!

oscarpiastri that all you've been doing during holiday mate? -> landonorris just until her exams are over :)

user1 so she's making him spend his holiday watching her... study. -> user2 she's not making him do anything. and if she supports him weekend after weekend why can't he? -> user1 he's worked hard all season and he can't even relax because his gf is dragging him down. -> user3 bro what💀 she's literally a psychology student, she's been working hard too. and she isn't dragging him down, she's literally just studying and he's supporting her.

yourusername thank you for being my support system🥹 -> landonorris of course baby🧡

user4 i do not regret dropping out...

user5 these two are so cute

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I was looking through batfam fake tweets and social media aus(again), and thanks to the lovely @thevernofficial I have been brought to make this.

The batkids and how they ended up watching mbav(plus the character they feel the strongest about):

Tim: so following with the tweet, Tim had a crush on Erica watching mbav as a kid. He tries to say he relates more to Ethan, but the shit your brain comes up with could only come from Benny, Tim.

Steph: also watched Mbav as a kid. She had a crush on Sarah, but the character she feels strongest about is Jesse, because she fucking hates Jesse("you're not like other humans now, Sarah." "Yeah, and who caused that, dipshit?"). she flips off the tv any time she Jesse pops up. Her favorite character is absolutely Rory tho.

Cass: was forced to binge the movie and both seasons by Steph. The most she reacted was to the fight scenes. "A kick to the knee would work better." Later, Tim asked about her favorite character. "Evelyn. Kicks ass." which fair.

Duke: he watched a few episodes of mbav as a kid, but was later forced to watch it entirely by tim and steph(tim was offended he wasn't included in the first binge-fest). After the first 10 minutes, he said "you will have to physically hold me back from saying babe every 7 minutes." "Duke, no". He actually relates to Ethan most, due to his self-preservation(rather the shared lack thereof)

Jason: walked in on the first forced binge, and watched from the doorway for two episodes, then left. He walked into the second one too but cut his losses and sat down. Tim wishes he hadn't, as he was commenting on basically everything. Jesse comes back from the dead and Jason yells "Ha! you aren't special motherfucker!"

Dick: only started watching mbav to roast tim, bc he's a horrid brother living to embarrass people, especially if it his siblings. (Tim really wishes he could shut up on twitter, or that twitter would stop reminding him hes a dumbass). He delights in the camp, and constantly connects mbav to buffy. nobody really enjoys dick comparing mbav to buffy, especially since he's the only person who watched buffy the vampire slayer in its entirety.

Damian: Damian has actively watched 3 episodes of my babysitters a vampire, and for the other parts of binge fest 2 he was just drawing in his sketchbook. His favorite character is Ethan, as he is the easiest to draw, but his best drawing was of Sarah when she was possessed. He hates drawing Rory's shirts.

Neither Bruce nor Alfred have seen more than 5 minutes of my babysitter's a vampire in total. Probably for the best.

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A Voice Through the Nothingness Part 3

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Part 1 Part 2

Contains: Angst, fluff, protective Frank, descriptions of past domestic violence, hurt/comfort.

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There is a crack, a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in -Leonard Cohen

The noise in Billy's new room was a blessing and a curse, a blessing because he knew he was slowly wading through his quagmire brain to reach the surface and a curse because there was never much peace to focus on his mind on his next goal.

They had only moved him yesterday, just days after Hazel told him it would happen. All his friends were there and he had hung on every word of their descriptions. There was a couch big enough for someone to lie on and Frank laughed about finally being able to spend the night without fucking up his back.

He wanted to smile as Curt detailed the view outside the huge window on the far wall, how the courtyard below was lush with grass and birds tweeting. But something that Hazel said struck him as strange, she had mentioned that she made sure he got a room where he could see all the windows and doors when he was awake. It's not that he wasn't appreciative that she had taken his hypervigilant mind into consideration, it was that she knew to do it at all.

Right now, the sound of the birds outside said window was driving him insane, had his eyes been open, the migraine would have been blinding. Mercifully Lizabeth knew him enough to know something was wrong and had put off his physio session that day so now all he had to do was hold on long enough for Hazel's visit because he knew she'd be able to fix whatever was going on with him right now.

He was close to losing it when Hazel finally arrived, the pounding in his head making him feel trapped in a tank while someone let off a machine gun. The worry in her voice was evident as she sat with him, "are you alright, you're grimacing?" 

Head

Billy's tapping was getting faster now, not so fast that he could hold a normal conversation but faster enough to get by, "you're head is hurting?" 

He clenched his fist around her hand, "is it the noise?" He squeezed his hand again and she hopped up to close the door. He heard her pause in the middle of the room as she returned to the bed, "I'm going to shut the curtains, we'll see if that helps too." 

The sound of the curtains closing sounded like nails down a chalkboard but the relief that came after was worth it. Billy wished he could hug her when as she sat back down and the banging faded to a dull ache, "I know it sucks right now but this is really good. Your eyes finally realise that there's light around and your brain doesn't know what to do with that yet, so your eyes are straining, making your head ache." 

That made a lot of sense, the ache behind his eyes had reminded him of how he felt after a day in the unforgiving desert sun, "I waved Lizzy over to come in with some meds and some eyedrops, that should really help. You need anything else?" 

Billy wanted to rub the tension from his face, do the same thing he had done a million times over his life but couldn't lift his hand more than an inch. He felt strange asking Hazel to help but he knew she wouldn't care. 

Rub face

"Ok, I can do that for you if you like?" He squeezed her hand again and she laughed at the force behind it, "alright, I hear you loud and clear, I'm just going to put some cream on my hands." 

When Hazel returned, the all familiar smell of basic, fragrance free hand lotion filled Billy's nose and her hands landed on his face. Her fingers gently pressed his temples while her thumbs softly pressed his cheeks and he could have cried from the relief he felt. 

It compounded when Lizabeth entered a few minutes later, "thank fuck you're thinking on your feet, fucking student nurses." 

Hazel huffed, "it's not my fault they send the worst ones here, mine are a dream." 

"You know Russo, she isn't the saint you think she is." Billy wanted to laugh, the more Hazel talked about herself, the more of her personality was slowly bleeding through, he knew she had some fire in her.

"I'm an angel." The hands rubbing the pain out of his face almost made him agree.

"Sure you are," Lizzy turned her attention to Billy, "this stuff should make you feel much better and I'll put a note on your door to leave everything closed until your eyes adjust."

He felt a gloved hand on his IV then felt something cool hit his eyes, the last of his pain fading as Hazel's voice filled his ears, "I'll stay with you until I have to go home."

****

The next time Billy awoke, Curtis was there reading him the newspaper. His face felt lighter and his eyes fluttered open without thought. Everything was very blurry but he could see Curt's shape in the chair, "shit man, I'll go get a nurse."

Curtis' body moved and he was left staring at the mottled blur that was the chair back. Billy tried to blink away the rough edges into clear outlines but each blink just made his eyes feel like they were filled with sandpaper.

When Curt returned with Lizzy in tow, "I'll get the doc, this is real good news Curt." Billy could tell Lizabeth was holding back her excitement.

When Curtis sat down again, Billy could make out his form more clearly, his hair looked longer and his face, while marred with worry, didn't hold the same tiredness as it used to.

When Billy tried to say something, all that came out was a harsh whisper and Curt held up a hand, "don't try and talk man, wait till the doc gets here."

Billy had so much to say, his thoughts were racing again. He thought about the typical stuff, asking Curt about how life had been and if Anvil was going well, there was only so much he could know when he could reply. But the biggest question on his mind was how he got here?"

****

Knock knock

"Yeah." 

Hazel opened the door only to be greeted by just Frank and Curtis, "where's Billy?"

Frank smiled, "Liz didn't tell you?" 

Hazel shook her head, "she's taking one of her patients to the OR, you didn't answer my question."

Curtis huffed and slapped Frank on the chest, "Billy woke up about an hour ago, they've taken him for some tests. I've been trying to explain them to Frank, I could use some help."

Her eyebrows wrinkled, Curt never had any problems explaining Billy's recovery until now, "sure, I don't see why not." 

Hazel sat at the small table in the corner in between Frank and Curt and pulled a penguin notepad and pen out of one of her many scrub pockets and drew a rough brain surrounded by layers and went on the explain how Billy woke up, going through the layers by drawing a figure next to each circle. 

"Now that his eyes are open, he's awake fully so they have to take him for tests to examine his ability to function. The most important is the swallow test and if he does well on that, they'll slowly take him off the feeding tube. After that, they'll do some other simple test to see what's going on in his brain and to try and see the full extent of the TBI." Curt was happy that Hazel knew what she was talking about. 

"When will he start to talk?" Frank's anxiety was platable. 

"Likely in the next few hours to days, especially if he's swallowing ok but like everything else, it will take time and his voice will be pretty rough for a while. They'll test his vision too and if that's intact, he should be back to normal by tonight." Hazel's voice was measured, Frank didn't like that. 

"What are you not telling us?" 

Curt shot Frank a look as if to tell him to calm down, "I'm sure they told you Billy's reaction to being questioned about the night he was injured?" They both nodded, "once he can talk, his psychological recovery will start, and it will be rough. His brain is likely suppressing all the memories so he can heal, and that will change. He'll probably have night terrors and flashbacks."

Curt rubbed his face, "you've got shrinks don't you?" 

Hazel gave him a soft smile, "yes, they'll either put him with Dr Charles or Dr Mercer, and both are amazing. I work closely with both of them, and since I'm sensing some personal disclosure here might be good, I see Dr Charles once a month. They have my complete confidence but he'll need you guys too. He's about to go through some pretty humiliating shit, both literally and figuratively, he needs to know you don't care about any of it." 

Frank sighed, "and his face?" 

Hazel blinked, "I don't know, the kids I work with facial injuries have had wildly different reactions. I imagine he'll ask the moment he has the chance since he'll be able to feel that something is different but the rest will be up to the physiatrist and Billy." 

She sighed, "it's going to be a very long road and things will not be easy. You guys have to ready yourself for the worst of it, as his muscles start to work again, there will be times were he's in so much pain he's screaming, and he will say shit that will cut you to the bone if you're the one who picked up the rehab shift, you just gotta let go." 

Curt laid his hand on her forearm, "thank you Hazel, really, we're all very grateful for everything you've done for Bill." 

She gave him a soft smile, "I know. I have to get back to work now but I'll be back in the afternoon for my normal visit." 

Frank flashed her a smile, "great, Karen will be here too, she's finally finished with her latest story, I'm sure she'll be happy to hear this from you." 

Hazel nodded, "I'm happy to answer any questions anyone has." With that, she left, leaving Frank and Curtis alone. 

"You gotta go easy on her man, you really think Billy would be awake now if she hadn't say with him everyday we weren't here?" Curt thought Frank was over his protective streak. 

Frank groaned, "I want to but she's hiding something." 

Curt huffed, "so do a background check on her, if you were really worried you would have done it already."

Frank's jaw clenched, "you don't think I should wait and ask Bill?"

Curt crossed his arms over his chest, "we both know you'll go ahead with it even if he says no."

Frank let out a chuckle, "Don't you know it."

****

Billy was in much better spirits when he returned from all his tests, he looked tired but proud, "how did it go Bill?"

Frank's question was met with a slight smile, "good."

Frank made a face, "you sound like you've been garling rocks."

"Frank, he just woke up from a coma." Curt's voice lacked something and Billy was a bit worried.

"What?" Even freshly awake, Billy could still read his friends.

"Frank wants to do a background check on your nurse friend, he's doing it whether you want it or not so now's the time to say something."

Frank glared at Curt, "I just want to know it she's all above board, that's all. I don't plan to poke too much."

"Her last name's Moreau." Billy sounded conflicted, "she's a good person."

Curt rubbed his face, "let's not talk about this now. Let Frank run his check and if something comes up we'll deal with it."

Billy smiled, "thanks Curt."

****

Billy was overjoyed to finally be speaking to his friends, sure it was hard and it felt like he was swallowing razor blades but it was worth every second, even more so when he heard Hazel's footsteps approach.

He turned his head slowly towards the door and took in her blurry frame, "hi."

As he walked close, he could see the grin on her face, "hello Billy, how are you feeling?"

He shot her a smile, "sore."

She shook her head fondly, "that's par for the course, how's your vision?"

"I don't know, are you as pretty as I think you are."

Hazel suppressed a smile, "oh, the nurses are going to love you. You should save your voice, if you're not careful you'll end up straining it and you've been cleared to drink thickened fluids so I expect you to be well hydrated at all times."

Curt laughed, "and you thought you were going to get off easy."

Hazel huffed, "oh no, not with me. I've been told I can be a big meanie."

Billy's laugh sounded like he was about the lose a lung and Frank picked up the cup and held the straw to his lips. Billy sucked the water down eagerly and rested back into the pillows, finally content to rest a while.

"When's Karen getting here?" Curt could tell Hazel was feeling Frank's apprehension.

"She just found a park, how's you day been?"

Hazel looked taken aback at Frank's question, "good, I did a half day in the ER so I'm pretty tried but I wouldn't miss my two hours for the world."

"Why is that, I'm sure you want to go home and.."

"Frank." Billy's voice was as harsh as he could manage, "let up."

Hazel swallowed, "It's ok Billy, I'm sure Frank's just looking out for you. I enjoy Billy's company and I like helping people. I have no other motives."

Before Frank could ask more, Karen arrived, "Hazel, it's so good to see you again." To Hazel's surprise, Karen hugged her as Hazel got up to greet her. Hazel returned it happily and the tension left the room.

"I bet you've seen some shit in the ER?" Billy was beyond grateful for Curtis, nothing brought people closer than swapping war stories.

Hazel groaned, "you really don't want to know."

Without thinking, Billy lifted his hand just enough to tap her, "yeah we do, these fucks love drama."

Hazel smiled, "oh, if you want stories, I've got some."

****

The disappointment that came over the room when Hazel had to go home gave Frank even more of a pause as he went to do the background check. Deep down, he knew she meant no harm and the more she talked, the more he liked her but he couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something. She just kept things too surface level, she spoke about herself and her life without really telling anyone much.

But everything made sense when he combed through her file. He felt a wave of shame as he closed his laptop, unsure of how to go forward. He knew one thing, he was going to have to make this right when he saw her next.

****

"How do you like your new room?" Hazel's visits had changed a lot in the last few days, especially now that Billy could talk without much trouble.

"It's good, I like being able to see everything that's going on so thank you for that."

Hazel smiled, "no worries, I wanted to make sure you felt comfortable."

As much as Billy disapproved of Frank's methods, he couldn't deny he wanted to do some poking of his own, "how did you know that I'd feel better if I could see all the doors and windows?"

"My neighbour in my first apartment was in the Army. The block wasn't in the best area so it was hard to sleep sometimes, we spent a lot of time talking on the roof. He always had to see the door or he'd get anxious." Billy was surprised that she was being so open.

"You still talk to him?" He didn't know why he asked that, he had no reason to care if she talked to a neighbour from years ago.

She shook her head, "no, he joined the Rangers. I have no idea what happened to him. Hell, I didn't even know his first name."

Billy smiled, "how old was he?"

"He'd be about our age if he's still alive, he was a nice enough guy. His last name was Philips, big dude, he had a rose tattoo on his forearm." Hazel spoke like she was recalling an old friend.

Billy huffed, "it's a small fucking world. His first name's Thomas, he works for Anvil."

Hazel's eyes went wide, "shit, it is. How is he?"

Billy smiled, "good, he's got a wife and two little kids. He's at our Manhattan location.

There was genuine warmth on Hazel's face, "I'm glad to hear he's going well."

Something in her changed and as much as she tried to hide it, Billy picked up on it, "what's wrong?"

Hazel shook her head, "long story, it's nothing really. But enough about me, tell me all about Anvil, my googling didn't turn up much."

Billy chuckled, "ah, you did research?"

Hazel sighed, "only a little. My best friend's your nurse, I had to make sure you were above board."

Billy tilted his head, "and if we weren't?"

Hazel suppressed a smile, "I don't know, I'd her tell to watch that you don't go all Hannibal Lecter."

Billy grinned, "nah, nurses don't taste very good."

Hazel shook her head, "I think that's my cue to go back to work, I'll be back this afternoon."

Billy smiled softly, "I can't wait."

****

Frank seemed very different when Hazel came for her afternoon visit, Billy was suspicious but he was happy about the change. "How was your day?"

A look of curiosity flashed over Hazel's face, "good, I worked in the PICU today so things have been both very busy and very slow."

Frank huffed, "we call that hurry up and wait, made me wanna rip my hair out."

She sighed, "it's the doctors, they think the hospital runs because of them when it's really the nurses keeping shit going, picket line crossing motherfucker. I'm sorry, I shouldn't swear or badmouth my colleagues."

Billy grinned, "you kidding me? Go off, I see the way some of them talk to you guys, you deserve to rant."

"Oh my God you have no idea. In the last hospital I worked in we had no real way to report doctors for bad behaviour, it was like the wild west. It's a lot better here but so is everything else." Billy's suspicion was growing, Frank hadn't poked at all today

"You two seem like you're getting along." Billy was looking at Frank with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, I imagine Frank's made up his mind about me, but not before a background check, am I right?" There was a little bit of bite in Hazel's tone and Frank realised that it was better late than never to apologise.

"Are you pissed I looked into you?" Billy felt like he was caught in the middle of something.

Hazel shook her head, "no, like I said before, Billy is your best friend, I understand where you're coming from. I'd do the same thing if I was in your position. Did you find what you were looking for?"

Frank swallowed, "I thought you might be hiding something, I realise now you have every reason to be a little bit closed off."

Billy looked at her, "what's he talking about?"

Hazel took a deep breath, "The boyfriend I had before I moved here almost strangled me to death in a steroid fueled rage. There were no warning signs, he just flew off the handle one day. Up until that point, he had only ever raised his voice once and that was the day before it happend." There was no shame in her voice and she spoke of it like she was recalling a traffic jam.

"What happened to him?" The fury in Billy's voice was poorly concealed.

"I shot him, twice. I knew things were going bad when he returned from work and asked me if I had talked to the cops. Things escalated, he wouldn't leave, I pulled out my legally registered handgun and told him to leave and he didn't. The first shot took out his knee but he didn't feel it, it came to blows and he made a show of removing the magazine before he climbed on top of me and wrapped his hands around my neck."

Billy's tactical mind had taken over and a smile came across his face, "he didn't empty the chamber?"

Hazel mirrored Billy's smile and shook her head, "nope, he didn't. I managed to get my hands on the gun before I passed out and the rest is history."

"Atta girl." Billy could tell Frank was both proud and impressed.

"I'm guessing you talked to Thomas Philips when you realised we were neighbours when it happened?"

Frank nodded, "yeah, I did. He said he walked in just after it happened."

Hazel huffed, "did he tell you what told he the police or what he actually saw?"

Frank smiled, "what he actually saw, he's not sorry for lying for you and he said he'd do it again."

Billy looked back and forth between them, " Philips told the cops he heard the shot and came running and when he walked in, I was rendering aid. In reality, I was reloading the gun, I was going to kill him."

Billy felt strange, he knew he saw something in her, "where is he now?"

"Prison, he was pissed because he thought I told the cops he was dealing a new PED. I had my suspicions he was taking them but I couldn't prove it, I had no idea he was dealing. He's doing seven to nine for assault and possession with intent to distribute. The DA wanted charge him with attempted murder but he took a plea."

"I'm sorry that happened to you." Billy knew what it was like to fear for your life when someone bigger and stronger was trying to hurt you.

"Nah, I learned some valuable lessons about myself that day and I wouldn't have come to New York if it didn't happen. You got any more questions?"

Frank smiled, "is marksmanship as good as your gun range makes it seem?"

She smiled, "hell yeah, I'm very accurate."

Billy had a look on his face, "I thought you were just going to poke a little?"

Frank held up his hand, "hey, I needed to know if she knew what she was doing with that hand canon."

Hazel laid her hand on Billy's forearm, "I'm not mad at either of you for looking into me. I understand why you did it."

Billy smiled, "that's good because I'd be pretty mad at Frank if he scared you off."

Hazel smiled, "I don't scare that easy."

Part 4

[vampireclub7]

Can you please share your experience into stanning Enhypen? You seem to hold them in high regard. The only group you stan is BTS so that tells me you have high standards or at least similar taste to me, but Enhypen doesn't have rappers which you said yourself. So what makes you like them better than other 4th gen groups that do have rappers? What was your descent into the rabbit hole like if you don't mind me asking.

***

This ask is going to take too long to answer properly, so I'll try to give the abridged version here.

I fell in love with Enhypen the minute I heard their debut song: Given-Taken. The very first thing you hear is a harp and it's so pretty.

I liked them right then, they made an impression, a real one. It reminded me of how I felt watching BTS perform their debut stage 10 years ago. It reminded me of that feeling, but in a different hue. I kept up with Enhypen since then and have progressively liked them more.

But the moment I realized I liked them a whole lot, was after watching this video:

It was here I learned Jungwon's favourite album right now is the OST for Disney's Aladdin. It's here I learned Jay loves to play Layla by Eric Clapton on his guitar, Layla is one of my favourite songs of all time. It's here I learned Sunghoon's role model is BTS. Naturally, all three guys became my bias.

The next moment I recall that stuck with me, was revisiting Drunk Dazed randomly last year. When I first heard Drunk-Dazed I didn't really care for the song. Enhypen does 'noise music' well, but it's still noise music and I wasn't in the mood for it at that point in my life. I knew the song was good, but set it aside when I first heard it. But time passed, and sometime last year I decided to listen to it on a whim. I wanted to hear it again, see it with choreography, so I played the Studio Choom and by the end of it I was spamming my GC, sending that video to all my friends afterwards.

The entire video is insane.

Enhypen are the best performers. Period. I sometimes see k-pop stans comment on whether they sing live and inevitably turn it into discourse, but as usual that discourse is rubbish. They sing live but with heavy backtrack because their choreographies are literally insane. That's not an exaggeration. There is no group active today that does as much floor work as Enhypen. Think about it. If you ever watch an Enhypen performance, count how many times they're on the floor: lying down flat, sitting, crouching to the floor, bending, kneeling - count how many times they're on the floor in a position where it's physically near impossible to sing. And then remember this is their regular choreo for their songs, a choreo they'll have to perform every time, and then remember that Enhypen is known for their dance breaks. That is, dance routines that are incremental to everything they've just done.

It's mental.

They make the best music, are ridiculously talented, have the best visuals, and have got the best vibes for days. It wasn't a conscious decision on my part to like them, I just saw what I saw, heard what I heard, and my brain did the next logical thing which was to start supporting them.

Like I said, I'm active in the Engene fandom so that means there's overlap on my twitter with my ARMY moots. At first, a few of them were ticked off to see me retweet Enhypen tweets. When they told me it bothered them that I was supporting Enhypen while stanning BTS, I sent them a video of Enhypen one year after debut. I sent them this video.

They shut up.

One of the three people who initially had a problem with me now ults Enhypen. Lool. Even I'm not at that point yet.

Anyway, the music is what seals the deal for me. They just make objectively better music by my tastes, which already sets them above the pack. They have a handful of songs with rap verses (eg Blockbuster OT7 version) which they do remarkably well so I hope we get more rap/chant verses in future songs. But even without the rap their music is god-tier. Then you remember they have the best dance-line in 4th gen. And they are adorable dorks on top of it...

It's easy to love them. They don't have it easier than other HYBE groups when it comes to the unwarranted hate unfortunately, and that's why even though I don't technically stan them, or at least ult them, I still support them whenever I feel like it and have the means.

Enhypen is a solid group and I wish only more health and success for them.

[rosemaidenvixen]

Algea

Chapter 5

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Ao3

Strong content warning: blood, violence, gore, major character death.

Hunter fought to keep his shoulders back and spine straight, as befitting the Golden Guard, while he made his way back to his room. Even though his whole body ached.

It had been a long day, with the day of unity fast approaching the Emperor’s coven was cracking down on wild witches harder than ever. A surge in the workload felt by every member of the coven, from the youngest initiates to Hunter himself, all the way up to Belos no doubt. But as hard and as grueling as today had been it was over. Missions debriefed, reports filed, and daily rations consumed. Now all that was left to do was get some rest so he could do it all again tomorrow.

Finally reaching his room, Hunter strode inside and shut the door behind him. The second he was alone he let out a heavy breath. Tossing his mask onto his bed and slumping down next to it, every muscle in his body aching.

His cloak rustled, something squirming inside the ivory fabric. Hunter moved to pull it aside, but before he could Flapjack freed himself in a burst of feathers, fluttering out in front of him, twittering indignantly.

“I know I’m sorry for making you stay stuffed in there all day,” he held out a hand, allowing Flapjack to perch on it “But if anyone saw you it would be really ba–”

The latch on his door clicked open, the knob starting to turn. Acting on pure reflex Hunter tossed Flapjack onto the bed and threw his mask on top of him. The instant Flapjack was out of sight the door swung open, revealing his least favorite person in the castle.

“Has the esteemed Golden Guard completed his tasks for the day?” Kikimora said, voice practically dripping with sarcasm.

Keenly aware of the absence of his mask, Hunter forced his face to stay impassive “Is there a reason you’ve come to my personal quarters?”

“The Emperor wishes to speak with you,”

Hunter instantly went still, all traces of exhaustion chased away by the lightning that shot through him at those words.

“Oh? Does that make you nervous?” Kikimora cooed.

“Of– of course not, I’ll be there shortly,” he gave Kikimora his most disdainful look “You can leave my quarters now,”

Normally such a dismissal would have Kikimora bristling, but instead Hunter could see the corner of her one visible eye crinkling in what he knew was a wide smile.

“As you command,” she took a step back away from the door, voice sickly sweet “And one more thing. Emperor Belos requests that you leave your staff here,”

Hunter was stunned, his mouth fell open in a question he didn’t have the words for but Kikimora was already shutting the door.

“The Emperor will see you on the roof of the northeast watchtower. Don’t keep him waiting.”

With that Kikimora shut the door with a sharp click, leaving Hunter alone.

He slumped forward onto his knees, shaking. He stayed like that for a few moments before he remembered, reaching over to lift up his mask.

Flapjack shot up into the air, cheeping frantically.

“I know I know, I’m sorry, I…”

Hunter was sorry that he’d trapped Flapjack under a stuffy mask, but that guilt was small compared to the large, looming dread weighing over him.

Summoned by the Emperor.

Had he done something wrong? Underperformed on one of his missions? Hunter was wracking his brain trying to think of what exactly he’d done to deserve punishment…

But maybe it was nothing, sometimes uncle just summoned him unexpectedly to help with some minute task or to wax fondly about days gone by. Hunter shouldn’t jump to conclusions and assume his uncle’s intentions–

No, Kikimora had been far too gleeful as she’d issued the summons. Whatever this was, it was going to be bad.

Hunter got to his feet, sucking in several bracing breaths, forcing down his nerves to compose himself. However bad it was going to be, trying to put it off was only going to make it worse.

“Just hang on for a bit Flapjack, I’ll be back soon,”

His tweets took on a distinctly distressed tone, Flapjack fluttering down on his shoulder only for Hunter to wave him off.

“Sorry, it’s better if you wait here,”

Flapjack landed on the corner of his desk, single eye staring at Hunter with concern before he shut the door and the bird vanished from sight.

He headed to the watchtower at the rear of the castle and began ascending towards the roof, mask and perfect posture back in place. Despite the dread curdling in his gut he forced himself to step quickly and not drag his feet. If Belos was angry no amount of courtesy would change that, but any perceived rudeness would certainly make it worse.

Was Belos upset that Hunter wasn’t keeping to quotas? Had he slipped up in his reports somewhere? Did someone find out about Flapja–

Hunter clamped down hard on that thought as he stepped up to the final landing.

No, if Belos had discovered his biggest betrayal Hunter wouldn’t be finding out nearly this gently.

Despite that reassurance Hunter’s heart was pounding as he pushed open the door and stepped into the open air of the top of the tower.

Emperor Belos was already there, standing at the edge of the roof, gazing into the ravine below. 

The castle had been built around the titan’s heart, incorporating the landscape of the ribcage itself. Underneath the main entryway leading to the surrounding forest the gully was full of sharp rib profusions, a fall onto those would kill a full grown demon. But around the back of the castle bone and rock fell away into a deep crevasse, leading down into the depths of the titan’s chest. Countless experiments and expeditions had been done to determine just how deep it was, and each and every last one of them had been inconclusive.

Near as anyone could tell, the gulley behind the castle was bottomless.

It was this unfathomable abyss Belos was staring into, Kikimora smirking at his side, as Hunter kneeled behind him. 

“I’ve come to answer your summons Emperor Belos,” Hunter’s voice was clear and resolute, gaze submissively cast down and posture immaculate despite the jitters thrumming just beneath his skin.

“Stand.” Belos’ voice was cold and sharp as the bones below, Hunter had to fight to keep from trembling as he obeyed the Emperor’s command.

Belos was angry. This was bad, this was going to be so bad.

“Remove your mask.”

This time Hunter couldn’t quite smother his flinch, gaze darting over to Kikimora even as he reached up to comply.

There were times that Belos demanded to look Hunter in the eyes while reprimanding him, but he’d never done so while subordinates were present. But Hunter’s dread far outweighed his confusion and he lifted his mask away. 

Belos was angry. About what Hunter still wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t afford to do anything, however small, to make it worse.

He tucked his mask into his cloak, fighting to keep his expression neutral as he awaited the Emperor’s next command.

After a long time Belos looked up from the crevasse, staring at him through the hollow gaze of his mask.

“Tell me,” he raised an arm, pointing a gauntleted finger behind him “Do you recognize any of these witches?”

Hunter turned in the direction of his uncle’s finger and his heart stopped.

Standing on the far side of the roof, huddled together pressed up against the parapets, was the Emerald Entrails team. The sight so jarring for a moment all Hunter could do was stare. 

They were in their team uniforms, the palismen buzzing around nervously in a small cage on the ground. There were also two more witches in grudgby uniforms he didn’t recognize. All of them wide eyed and shivering, watching the three of them with a wary gaze.

“Well?” Belos’ voice cut through the static in his skull “See anyone familiar?”

Hunter was cold all over, he had to fight to keep from trembling.

This was bad this was bad this was so bad. Belos had found out about the flyer derby team, and no doubt Hunter’s connection with them, how much did he know already? Did he know that Hunter had shirked his duties to try and recruit them only to fail? Did he know that he’d wasted time to go swimming–

“I’m waiting.” Belos’ voice was stony and brooked no patience.

Hunter snapped his head back around and tried to think of the safest answer. 

“I– uh– scouted them for potential recruitment,”

“Recruitment you say?”

“Y– yes! I evaluated them for potentially joining the Emperor’s coven, but I deemed them to be unfit,”

A tilt of that horned mask “Oh? Is that it then?”

Hunter’s mouth went dry, heartbeat stuttering, fighting to keep from trembling. Belos didn’t believe him, Hunter was lying to the titan’s prophet and he knew it. But Hunter had to convince him, he didn’t want to think about what might happen if he didn’t. 

“Y– yes, that’s correct,”

Belos didn’t reply, Hunter was desperately hoping he’d pacified him. But deep down he knew he hadn’t. Uncle wouldn’t have gone to the trouble of summoning the Entrails to the castle and bringing them to the roof if he wasn’t already sure about what he knew.

As bad as this was, the worst was yet to come.

Without warning Belos crossed the distance between them in a single stride “Are you lying to me Hunter?” 

“N– no, never,”

“Because Kikimora showed me some very interesting photos on Penstagram that indicated your relationship with these witches goes far beyond recruitment,”

“It– it was part of my cover,” Hunter stammered.

Belos loomed over him, Hunter having to fight the urge to squirm “When I appointed you as Golden Guard many objected to it, claiming I was showing overt favoritism to my own family,”

Uncertain to where Belos was leading Hunter opted to remain silent.

“But I discounted them because I believed in you. I had the utmost faith in your abilities and your loyalty,”

Belos leaned down even further, his mask inches away from Hunter’s face, cold blue gaze shining through “And this is how you repay my goodwill? The trust I placed in you? Slacking off on your duties and abandoning your missions for frivolous activities?”

“I– I– I–”

“He’s not lying,” a familiar voice cut in, sending a bolt of ice through Hunter’s chest.

Both him and Belos whirled. Willow was standing a few feet ahead of the others now, face pale and arms shaking, but with her head held high.

Belos silently appraised her while Hunter screamed inside his head.

No no no, don’t talk back, don’t call attention to yourself–

A gauntleted finger raised “You. Step forth.”

Willow visibly swallowed but began moving towards them, to Hunter’s mounting horror.

Soon, all too soon, Willow was standing right at Hunter’s side. This close he could see how badly she was trembling, but she didn’t back down.

At any other time Hunter would have admired her bravery, but now all he wanted was for Willow to get as far away as possible.

“Well then,” Belos’ voice was dangerously soft “Do you have something to add?”

“H– Hunter didn’t do anything wrong,” Willow spoke up “I was the one who asked Hunter to join our team. He didn’t neglect anything,”

“Did you now…” Belos’ eyes glinted inside the gloom of his mask. 

Faster than lightning Belos whipped his arm out, grabbing Willow by the wrist and yanking her forward.

Hunter flinched after her only to freeze when Belos’ gaze pierced him, eyes flashing behind his mask “Tell me the truth Hunter. Did you intentionally disobey me or did this slattern lead you astray?”

“N– no! I wasn’t– She never–”

“No?” Belos dragged the squirming Willow even further “Are you saying I’m wrong?”

“No– that isn’t– I– I’m sorry–” Hunter wanted to pull her away from him, get her and the others as far away from Belos as possible. But terror at what Belos would do if he tried rooted his feet to the ground.

“Well then, which is it?” his grip tightened on Willow’s arm, her face crumpling into a pained grimace “They can’t both be true…”

“I– I– I–”

“I did it!”

Both their gazes snapped towards Willow, twisting and squirming in Belos grip but not backing down “I went after Hunter, I wanted him to join our team, I didn’t know he was the Golden Guard. He tried to get us into the Emperor’s coven but we escaped!”

Belos went silent, appearing to ponder her words. Hunter's mouth dropped open, a scream trapped behind the knot of dread in his throat.

Don’t talk back don’t be impertinent don’t make him angrier–

A buzz caught his attention. Clover, having squirmed free of her cage, flew over to them, stinging at the arm gripping Willow with a furious look on her face.

Hunter had just enough time to feel his eyes widen in horror when there was a flash of movement and a wet, sickening crack.

Belos lifted his staff up from the ground, the red glow already fading from its head, leaving the smashed remains of Clover splattered across the stone roof, green fluid staining the cobblestones.

Hunter couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. He heard Willow let out a choked whimper, the others behind them gasping and shrieking.

On the ground a single fluid spattered wing twitched, twitched again, and then fell still.

He wasn’t horrified so much by the fact that Belos had killed a palisman but that he’d wasted one. Palismen were the only thing that could alleviate Belos’ curse, and while not rare, were far from abundant. Every single palismen acquired by the coven was precious and had to be carefully rationed to maximize the benefits.

And his uncle had just smashed one against the ground, fluid spilling out and puddling in between the grooves of the stones, wasted.

Hunter felt himself start to tremble all over.

His uncle was angry, oh titan his uncle was so so angry.

A flash of motion and Hunter’s attention snapped back up, seeing Belos had stepped back towards the balcony, pulling a struggling Willow with him. 

“If you were led astray…” Belos’ voice was smooth as cream, as if he hadn’t just killed Clover right in front of them “The fault lies with the tempter more than you,”

In an instant Belos’ grip moved from Willow’s wrist to her throat, leaving her dangling and kicking as he rose to his full height.

Hunter’s heart was pounding. He knew he should do something, pull Willow out of Belos’ grip, get her and the others and run away, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, shaking all over and a roaring in his ears.

“Hey leave Willow alone!” he heard Gus shout from behind them, snapping his head around at the sound of scuffles of shoes against stone. Seeing the rest of the team scrambling to their feet and rushing towards them.

Before he could shout a warning Belos waved his staff again. Dozens of clawed arms sprouted from the roof, dragging the Entrails to the ground, gripping the squirming witches firmly against the stones.

“Now then…”

Hunter whirled back towards Belos, Willow was twisting in the air and striking at his arm but Belos didn’t seem to notice or care “What would be a fitting punishment for one who would dare try to lead my Golden Guard astray?”

The bottom dropped out of Hunter’s stomach, he didn’t care about how angry his uncle was or how painful his punishment would be. He couldn’t let Willow take the blame. No matter what.

“N– No! She didn’t do anything! It was all me!”

A tilt of golden antlers “Oh?”

“I’ve been neglecting my duties. I’ve been neglecting my missions, playing around around with a lot of witches, not just her, I– I– I don’t even remember her name,”

“Are you lying to me Hunter?” Belos’ voice was soft, almost teasing if it weren’t for the coldness underneath it.

“N– no of course not,”

He was, he was lying his heart out, so much so that he almost expected the titan to strike him down where he stood. But whatever guilt he felt about lying to the titan’s prophet paled in comparison to the all consuming terror of what he knew Belos would do to Willow unless Hunter convinced him that this was all his fault.

“I– I’ve been abandoning my post, running around with a bunch of different civilians. Sh– she doesn’t matter, I would have neglected my duties with or without her!”

Strained silence stretched between them as Emperor and nephew appraised each other. Willow pausing in her squirming to glance back and forth between them, eyes large behind her glasses.

“What was that note I read? ‘Half-a-witch’?” Belos turned back towards her, Willow flinching under his gaze.

“Well then,” Belos raised his staff, the head starting to glow “How fitting,”

In that instant Hunter knew something horrible was about to happen.

“Uncle please–”

Belos swung his staff with a blinding flash. Something warm and wet splattering across Hunter’s face.

Willow’s feet tumbled to the stones with a soft thud.

Underneath Belos’s grip Willow choked and sputtered, red spraying out with each rasping breath. Staining the gold of Belos’ gauntlet.

Behind him Hunter could hear the Entrails screaming but the sound barely registered, his world swallowed up by the sight in front of him.

Willow continued to twitch in the Emperor’s grip, throat spasming under Belos’ hand, weakly trying to grab at his arm. She was still alive, still moving and blinking, eyes blown wide open in shock, and breath coming in sharp, wet pants. Still alive, even though her body ended just below her ribs–

Belos held his arm out, completely nonchalant, dangling Willow over the roof’s edge. Even though he knew what was about to happen Hunter still couldn’t move, the ice rooted in his chest and shooting through his veins keeping him frozen in place.

Then Willow looked at him, she looked straight at him, a trembling arm raised weakly, reaching out towards him–

Then Belos let go and Willow vanished behind the castle wall.

One blink, two, then Hunter was finally able to move. Racing towards the parapet, slamming into the stone with bruising force, stopping just short of heaving himself over the edge.

A glimmer of light on glass lenses, a flash of green uniform, and then Willow was gone, swallowed up by the darkness of the abyss.

And no matter how much he stared she didn’t reappear.

Hunter had no idea how long he stood there looking into the ravine, but eventually his numb legs couldn’t support him any more. Body sliding to the ground, slumped against the stone parapet. Red bloomed on the edge of his cloak, soaking into the fabric from the cracks in the stone where it was pouring out from–

His stomach pinched violently, the pain nearly making him double over. Bile surged in the back of his throat, if it weren’t for the fact that his stomach was empty Hunter knew he would have thrown up.

A torso and two legs laid in front of him, a ragged wound where the upper body should have been. Torn bits of viscera peeking out. Thankfully lying in such a way that Hunter was spared the sight of the worst of the gore. Blood poured from the gaping wound, seemingly endless. Spilling into the cracks of the stone and spreading across the roof in a web of red. Nearly reaching the smaller web of green from Clover.

But there was more, red on his breeches, red on his tunic, red under his feet. Mind screaming as he raised a trembling hand to touch the wetness of more red on his face–

“Kikimora.”

The demon in question jerked up straight “Y– yes my liege?” 

Belos pointed towards the Entrails, the clawed hands holding them in place dissolving “Take these recruits to the coven barracks to report for training,”

“Of– Of course sire, right away,”

He heard more than saw her peeling herself from the parapet, stepping carefully to avoid the growing pool of blood. Hunter could barely see past the red swimming in his vision, but he caught glimpses of Kikimora leading the others away. Viney’s hollow eyes, Gus sobbing, an unfamiliar witch with green hair pitching halfway over the wall and retching over the side before being pulled along by the others.

Then they were gone, leaving just Hunter, Belos, and Wi– Wi– Wi–

“Golden Guard. On. Your. Feet.”

Hunter still couldn’t feel his limbs through the haze of red in his brain. But some deep instinctive part of him jerked to action at the Emperor’s command, moving his body automatically. Feet braced underneath him, hands against the stones pulling him back upright on wobbly legs, his cloak still edged in red.

Red on his cloak red on his clothes red on his face red red red re–

“Return to your quarters,” Belos’ voice was calm and even, despite the severed torso lying on the ground between them “You are dismissed for the evening, report to my office tomorrow at first light for briefing,”

Hunter found himself nodding and speaking automatically “Of course, Emperor Belos,”

Everything after that happened in a haze, he must have left the roof and descended the stairs but had no memory of these things. The next thing Hunter knew he was moving through the halls in the direction of his room. With each step he took the more of the numbness faded and the raw horror bled in.

Scouts and servants jerked and looked away quickly as soon as they spotted Hunter’s blood spattered appearance, but mercifully no one spoke to him. If a single person asked if he was ok Hunter knew that the fraying thread holding him together would snap.

By the time he got to his hall he was staggering, barely able to keep on his feet. Breath coming hard and fast as the scene kept replaying in his head. Hunter stumbled into the room and shut the door behind him, slumping back against it and slowly sliding down to the floor, shaking all over.

Oh titan how could he have been so stupid. Slacking off, neglecting his titan ordained duties, of course Belos was going to find out, of course he was going to be furious. But Hunter could never imagine that the one who ended up being punished would be–

His vision blurred with fresh tears. He never should have gone to Hexside. Never should have let himself get involved with civilians. Now Willow was dead and it was all his fault.

A keening sound rose up in the back of Hunter’s throat, curling up against the door. He was so stupid. Stupid to try and make friends outside the castle. Stupid to slack off when he was on a mission. Stupid to think that his uncle would never find out. If he’d just listened to Belos and done what he was supposed to none of this would ever–

A series of sharp tweets pierced through the static in his head, a flash of red–

Feathers not blood

Fluttering over to land on his knee.

“...Flapjack?”

The bird peered up at him, letting out a soft coo.

Something inside him shattered. Hunter bawled out a sob, crumpling in on himself as the tears poured out. Flapjack hopping up and nuzzling into his chest. He gently cupped the bird in a shaking hand and pulled him close, squeezing his eyes shut. But he couldn’t get rid of the images still flashing behind his eyes. Steeped in his own guilt. 

The flash and swipe of Belos’ staff, Willow’s torso falling to the ground with a meaty plop, coughing up blood while her organs spilled out

His stomach pinched dangerously, bile surging up the back of his throat.

The others’ horrified gasps as Belos grabbed her by the throat. Clover being smashed to pieces under the head of his staff–

Hunter went still, hyper aware of the small palismen pressed up against his collar.

Willow was dead, and so was her palisman. His former teammates probably hated him and he deserved it. But Flapjack was still here. Flapjack who stayed by Hunter’s side even at his lowest–

A single wing splattered with green fluid twitching on the ground

Willow weakly reaching for him before she vanished into the crevasse

His eyes stung, holding the small bird close against his chest. In that moment Hunter loved Flapjack so much it hurt.

But he couldn’t let what happened to them happen to him. He’d failed and Willow and Clover and all the others and they had paid the price. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake again.

Hunter held Flapjack close as he forced his quivering legs underneath him. Treasuring the feeling of the tiny, feathery body nestled against him as he slowly walked across the room.

But all too soon he reached the window.

He gently eased Flapjack onto the back of his hand and pulled him away “You…you need to leave, the castle isn’t safe for you,” he pushed the window open “Go back to the Bat Queen, she’ll take care of you and help you find a good witch to be with,”

Flapjack let out a confused tweet and didn’t move from where he was perched on the back of his finger.

Hunter’s throat tightened “Go on, go. I– I’ve been wanting to go back to my old staff anyways,”

Flapjack fluttered over to his shoulder, nuzzling into his cheek.

Hunter nearly broke down right then and there–

Then he spotted the blood spattered on the edge of his cloak and his hesitation evaporated.

He grabbed Flapjack off his shoulder and threw the window open “J– just get out of here, I’m sick of having you around! And if I ever see you around here again I– I– I’ll feed you to Belos myself!”

Then before he could stop himself he threw Flapjack out the open window with all the strength he had. Slamming the glass shut so hard the entire frame rattled.

Then he burst into tears all over again, collapsing to the floor in a weeping, shivering puddle.

Only this time no palisman came to comfort him.

[ninootny]

talk about gary the gadget guy i am listening very intently

ninoo and gary documentary

"a flabbergasting and beautiful story about a kid who learned nerd exists" 8/10, -igm

"my favorite fanfiction, wait, it's a documentary? even better!!!" 10/10 - club penguin times

gary is like so special just look at him he's so tiny idk, he's a friend!!! i wish i was able to get gary stuff when i was younger but i never found club penguin stuff in stores (even if it was pretty popular in france) he really did something to my brain when i was playing club penguin everyday back then (at least when i was at my mom's place/work because for some reasons (child of divorce) i became chronically online around 8). i would just do on loop the psa missions because i loved him, and my dad put the club penguin epf ds game on my r4 and yeah, obsessed.

since i'm (breaking my silence) i'm a nerd i think i related to him + he has glasses + he's creative, i just had a huge kin moment i think. I stopped playing club penguin after operation blackout, and then i came back a few years later with a few friends because we were going on every old kid mmo to have fun (we were roleplaying/trolling in a nice way, like we were just like "we're about to hack the epf silly penguins.... and steal all your pokemons" (because pokemon go was popular and we loved it a lot) and i saw him again. and i was remembering how much i love that guy. i would love to find my old drawings of him but i moved a lot sooo a lot of drawing are lost-

i remember when they announced island i didn't understand club penguin would shut down. and I didn't saw the website closed, I learned it maybe a week after the terrible event and I was devastated. my friends from this era didn't care a lot about it because they never played to club penguin when they were kids, i cried about club penguin shut down and not being able to see my silly penguin again (Nella02, a cyan penguin who never got the membership because my parents didn't understand that i needed a yellow puffle so bad), but also, not being able to play the legit version of club penguin and knowing I'll never get new EPF events, no more gary content.

the void

but hey!! we can find some!!! tweets!!! from my new twitter acc because the old one is gone (got banned for lying about my age)

after this event gary just came back in my head sometimes and i would be crazy for like. a week maybe.

"love"

but this time it's getting very long, i really want to focus on other characters like Cadence and Rookie because i loved them too as a kid (I wanted to cut my hair very short but my parents were pretty much against it because they were like "you need to keep girly long hair" 💀 and seeing Cadence as a kid made me happy I think) but gary is too strong idk

in 2020 i thought about rookie and gary at the same time it's crazy

"clearly the best huh"

"i really want to play to club penguin but i'm at work" (heartbreaking)

also i think it's because of him that all my favs are blue pathetic nerds who never sleep (tsumugi aoba from ensemble stars my dearest wife)

"gary from club penguin i think about him evry day of my life amen hes just the type of person i love sorry blue nice pathetic nerd who wants to be useful to others"

"its the saem character"

sorry i needed to talk about my relation with club penguin and i think in a few years i'll just. i'll just look like my gary gijinka. my hair is blue and i really want a lab coat BECAUSE OF THEM ALL

have a nice and beautiful day

[therealun-kamen-t]

😷 UnKamenThought #1: Start of Something New, Yet Familiar? 👾

So many thoughts I wanna just spill out onto something/somewhere. From how I've been feeling lately about my idea(s), future plans, what I feel like I messed up on, what I think I did great on (glitch brain go brr so this is vague and doesn't really dictate the order of how the subjects are brought up... BUT I will separate each topic somehow... NGL just been a lurker of Tumblr, never really and active participant, but we gon learn as we go)

See, UnKamenThoughts started off on my Twitter where I just have random thought I wanted to share to stir a conversation with mutuals and/or just people in the same/similar space of vtubing. Thought it was a clever idea for my name to be included with a hashtag I felt would be used a lot. And I certainly did use it a lot. But thing is about twitter is that it's limited and cuz of how limited it is, I felt like I was kinda annoying people with multiple tweets in a thread by myself.

<Segway into thoughts on social media> 👀

Kinda glad that twitter was shaken up cuz it forced a lot of us to look for alternatives... Some alternatives are buggy (maybe shut down rn... Miss you Hive), some are confusing to use currently (Mastodon when?), Some are finally getting some dust blown off it... (And then we saw all our old cringe and decided to just make a whole new account. Hello again tumblr and Instagram) and some are established things but I don't think is for everyone to have since it's kind of just paywalled off content without the implications of it being strictly 🔞 explicit content (that might be for another day) Other than that I've already talked about what I want to do with my other socials cuz I've been a big believer in making sure you have other means of getting reach to new eyes and such... Yet I'm a hypocrite and definitely just on twitter and twitch 😅 (but we growing slowly outta it... This and the couple IG posts I made are the first steps) and don't get me wrong I feel like I did a decent amount of growing... BUT being on just 2 places and inconsistent AF with a lot of what I do (more on that later) yeah the growth is a bit stagnant. Besides that bit... The rumblings of it helped kick my @$$ into gear to complete the Discord Server... It still needs some work but I'm proud of it and can't wait to house a lot of fun things there. Though I feel like I accomplished a decent amount... I'm not happy with how I carried out or flaked out on plans... Execution of a lot of things... Unsatisfactory.

<#NoSoloNovemeber/Rivalry Series/Streams>

I had this fun (basic) idea of every stream I do in November would be a collab. Now building off that to make it a little more impactful and interesting I'd Collab with someone new almost every stream. And then to finish it off towards the end I'd do a big Collab with anyone/everyone that came on before and some who weren't available at the time to join me for a final hoorah if No Solo November. At the either final stream or at the end of every stream for No Solo I'd give thanks to everyone who hung out with me and why I'm so thankful for them (cuz Thanksgiving and such). Now it's December 5th (started writing this like end of Nov 30th), and I did the base idea with the other bits in mind yet I did not plan a damn thing (besides one thing) so it kinda flopped on it's face... I failed to plan, so I planned to fail. I didn't manage my time properly to slot people in for specific days and specific games. I was really kinda sad that I didn't even just grab a bunch of people who were free for a big thing at the end... The biggest part I'm upset about was I didn't give thanks to those who deserved it most regardless if we streamed... Main point was to have fun and let my friends and inspirations know how appreciative I am of them existing and wanting to hang around me. *Sigh* it's fine... This is year 0 problems, next year will be a better year. Besides this is all reflection on what I can do better next time... Now onto the one thing I did plan:

RIVALRY SERIES -

🦊Kitsune V Kamen😷: Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

So Rivalry Series is just ya usual VS series between two people of course as they play a game together or adjacent to each other. Now it will always be ___ V Kamen cuz I do plan on having various people as my main rival for whatever game. Kitsune - @heyjanaebers is (currently in my plans) a reoccurring main rival of mine so it only made sense that I start it off with her. That being said we were going to have battles with wagers at certain points of the game... Somewhere in the start (after 1st gym?), Somewhere in the middle ("50%" of the game) and finally at the end (beaten main story and give prep time for the battle). Now again I failed to plan (further) so I planned to fail when it was time... We did not, in fact battle after the 1st gym... We rescheduled due to Reality things goin on for both of us... And cuz I got really into the game and without battle gyms I kinda leveled up a lot... So she had to catch up (my fault) and I had to kinda dawdle around while she catches up. Which gave me more pokemon to use so I still technically had a leg up... Anyways we battled well past the middle point... So next battle is the last battle (for the time being) so I'm definitely giving prep time for both of us... Granted, currently she is ahead of me. I know where I messed up with this, besides not thinking the idea fully through and mapping it out or just having some backup plans to level out the playing field for "scheduled" battles I think the mistake(s) lie in it being a new game and sometimes... You want to experience the game as much as possible and you don't wanna wait for anyone when you are in the thick of it... SO that being said I think should've had some failsafes for either of us getting ahead... Should've stuck to the script of doing these battles when they were supposed to happen... Or do what I thought of and kinda make poke-updates on my journey... Would be just smart to make fuggin content/videos... Record everything and trim down to the good stuff...

Anyways year 0 problems... Fixing it for the next year and next game(s) for Rivalry series...

<Wrapping this up>

Overall, I know these are great ideas... I know these could be amazing things for fun content. But I have to learn from these things; plan things out fully, prepare properly and make sure to execute things right if I wanna be satisfied with the result... NGL I want #NoSoloNovember to be something I'm known for and a lot of others do as well... that as well as other ideas whether I tried them or have yet to put into action. Besides that... I just need to manage things better overall, I think something's have suffered due to lack of proper management. Starting off December weird due to irregular stream times but I made this post which I want to be a regular thing here... Both things mentioned will be better. I will be better.

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<L8r GL!7ch3s>

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