#original story masterlist

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Original Story Masterlist

This is a comprehensive, ever-updating list of my current WIPs! Every WIP that has a solid enough concept/outline, that I could theoretically start writing immediately, goes here. WIPs that have only vague ideas will instead be found at my Casual Story Masterlist. These are organized by their priority levels as of the making of the post, but may not remain that way as I add new stories + shift my content priorities around! The highest priority WIP will remain above the cut, but the rest will always be beneath it!

If you're looking for the short stories that I have already written about the stories/characters listed here, you should try my [Short Story Masterlist link goes here].

The Divinations Trilogy (Book 1: Entrails of the Animals)

Kirsen is a young elf who doesn't really know how to function if she doesn't have a job- a purpose, to keep her busy. When she stumbles upon the Ironwatch, and an ages-old prophecy about ending the world with a magic as rare as it is powerful, it really does seem like she's found just that. But life in Usoara will never be quite so simple and there are life-shattering revelations just waiting to claw their way to freedom. If Kirsen isn't careful, attempting to save the world as she knows it may end up costing more than she is capable of giving.

POV: Kirsen, Lucida(Book 1)/ Jashe, Nova(Book 2)/ Isaac, Demi(Book 3)

Type: Trilogy

Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: High Fantasy

Blog Tag: “os: entrails of the animals"

Playlist: Entrails of the Animals Vibes

Shared Stories: Bound

Intended Medium: Written Novels

Priority Lvl: HIGHEST

Sideshow

All Fiona has ever wanted to do is blend into humanity as seamlessly as possible. There are hundreds of ways to learn about the many other humanoid species in their world- but humans were the first. They were the only ones, once upon a time, and no one has ever bothered to write something explaining the culture and ways of them. So, it looks like Fiona's going to have to do that one herself, if she wants to figure out just what it means to be human. A.K.A. The four most traumatized young adults you've ever seen end up teaching each other how to actually acknowledge their mental health and take care of themselves- with a few hang-ups along the way.

POV: Fiona (Main), Bronwyn, Sian, Danae (Arc Dependent)

Type: Standalone

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Romance

Blog Tag: “os: sideshow”

Playlist: Sideshow Vibes

Shared Stories: None Currently

Intended Medium: Visual Novel Game

Priority Lvl: HIGH

(NOTE: This is a collaboration between me and my girlfriend. I’ve written the script and am doing the coding of it currently, while she does the art! Softgoal for a playable demo is 2024)

Tales of the Lady Red

The Tyrant Queen's children flee the castle in the night, taking to a ship with the goal of making it as far away as possible. A notorious pirate ship, the Red Lady, interferes with that plan. Its Captain is someone with a hunger for the promise of infamy and the way to reach it presented to her on a silver platter; ransom the Queen's children back to her and disappear before the other shoe drops. The siblings were finally free of their mother's abuse...but are they prepared for the harsh life that awaits outside the castle walls?

POV: Cassandra, Angeles

Type: Duology

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Coming-of-age, Low Fantasy

Blog Tag: “os: the lady red”

Playlist: Tales of the Lady Red Vibes

Shared Stories: [Redacted for spoiler reasons :)]

Intended Medium: Written Novels

Priority Lvl: MEDIUM

Cardinal Values

Plagued with horrible visions of their death every time they try to fall asleep, Jonas has set out on a quest to figure out who cursed them this way and how to fix it. Apparently, though, they aren't the only one getting cursed lately...and none of them can seem to remember who did it. Something around them isn't quite right- an invisible string that binds them together, a snare they must escape before it traps them for good.

POV: Jonas

Type: Standalone

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Low Fantasy, Thriller/Comedy

Blog Tag: “os: cardinal values”

Playlist: Cardinal Values Vibes

Shared Stories: None Currently

Intended Medium: Ideally RPG game or Webcomic

Priority Lvl: MED-HIGH

(NOTE: I cannot for the life of me find a placeholder title I like, so the name + blog tag for this story might change soon and/or repeatedly)

They Sing of Fireflies

Firefly ran away from home to become a bounty hunter- what they didn't expect to discover was a deadly conspiracy to wipe out lycanthropy and vampirism, no matter how many innocent lives it takes to do so. Which is a bit much for a fifteen-year-old looking for their first taste of danger. But trying to put your past behind you has a funny way of backfiring sometimes and ignoring your future does not prevent it from bleeding out at your feet. When you keep ignoring it, even as the red trails behind you with every step, it's easy to pretend you will outrun the consequences...but your ancestors will sing of your avoidable mistakes.

POV: Firefly

Type: Duology

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Hopepunk

Blog Tag: “os: fireflies”

Playlist: They Sing of Fireflies Vibes

Shared Stories: Little Fang, The Nameless

Intended Medium: Written Novels or Graphic Novels

Priority Lvl: MEDIUM

Momentum

Something breaks the sound barrier, something tears through the walls of the universe, Ruska and Reece feel the vibrations of it despite their deafness. It makes their ears bleed...it makes adventure kick in their hearts- and they realize far too late that it has taken their parents. When it doesn't return, the twins set out to find the truth by themselves, if that's what it's going to take. But the thing about adventure is this; it bleeds into tribulation, which bleeds into obsession, which bleeds into martyrdom. And, as it turns out, when you saturate your every step with the blood of what you deemed worthy sacrifices...it is only a matter of time before the carnivores come sniffing out the trail that promises magic and power- for those hungry enough to bite the hand that feeds.

POV: Ruska, Reece

Type: Series

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Low Fantasy, Hopepunk

Blog Tag: “os: momentum”

Playlist: Momentum Vibes

Shared Stories: Velocity

Intended Medium: Graphic Novel, RPG game or Written Novel

Priority Lvl: MEDIUM

Velocity

Russell grew up on stories of their parent and their auncle setting out on an epic quest as teenagers. This on its own wouldn't be a problem- they have plenty of adults around to keep them out of trouble. But when you have access to a holy being that can travel through dimensions? Well, it doesn’t take him very long to come up with an amazing adventure of his own; to finish what his family started.

POV: Russell(Main), Josephine(Undecided)

Type: Series

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: High Fantasy/Sci-fi Fantasy mix

Blog Tag: “os: velocity”

Playlist: Velocity Vibes

Shared Stories: Momentum

Intended Medium: Graphic Novel, RPG game or Written Novel

Priority Lvl: LOW-MED

Little Fang

The smoke billows into the sky, sickly and light against the night sky. The candlelight flashes across every groove of the blade, meant more to tear than it is to slice. The good dog does as he is told, but it aches and it aches and it aches and- do you hear how the animal cries into the night? Does it stop you in your tracks, despite how it sings in your veins? How long does it take you to realize that YOU are the monster under the bed?

Mikala loves his daughter more than anything in the world…but is that enough to keep her safe from the monsters that lurk in his past?

POV: Mikala

Type: Standalone

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Gothic Fantasy, Low Fantasy

Blog Tag: “os: little fang”

Playlist: Little Fang Vibes

Shared Stories: They Sing Of Fireflies

Intended Medium: Written Novel

Priority Lvl: MEDIUM

Bound

The Blood Country wanted their perfect, mindless assassin back. They thought that luring her away from the makeshift family she had made in their absence and taking them out of the equation would leave her with no options other than to return to them. What they created, instead, was a monster who knows intimately just how to become their undoing. Ciileyn set out for a life where she need not ever raise a blade again...but sometimes you have to finish the war that someone else started.

How far would you go to avenge your family?

POV: Ciileyn

Type: Standalone

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Grimdark, High Fantasy

Blog Tag: “os: bound”

Playlist: Bound Vibes

Shared Stories: EOTA

Intended Medium: Written Novel

Priority Lvl: LOW-MED

Handle With Care (Fragile)

These things come in threes; the life, the death and the in-between. The world is ending- and nobody has a clue. The people who do are keeping secrets from one another that could destroy all of their best efforts to stop it, but they've never been taught any different. All three of them are blissfully unaware that they're about one more preventable tragedy away from wigging out completely. Is it too late to forgive yourself and others for the things that you will never have the luxury of forgetting?

POV: Liona, Tanith, Marcilla (Dependent)

Type: Standalone

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Idek man…Urban Fantasy?

Blog Tag: “os: handle with care”

Playlist: Handle With Care Vibes

Shared Stories: None Currently

Intended Medium: Visual Novel game(Ideally), Written Novel(Realistically)

Priority Lvl: LOW-MED

Nothing Stays Nameless

Corinne moved to the town of Hobbysfell with her parents for college, but things quickly take a turn for the...weird. Something sinister has taken hold of the town- and when Cori's parents start behaving like autopilot NPC versions of themselves, she realizes that isn't as simple as "isolated rural town strangeness". If she ever wants to get her family back, she's going to have to find the handful of other residents that seem to be unaffected and get to the bottom of things...before there are no more brainwashed-civilians left to save.

POV: Corinne

Type: Standalone

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Supernatural Thriller, Urban Fantasy

Blog Tag: “os: nothing stays nameless”

Playlist: The Nameless Vibes

Shared Stories: They Sing Of Fireflies

Intended Medium: Written Novel

Priority Lvl: LOW

The Lotus Project (Placeholder?)

Is Chrysaor a prophet? A medium? A reincarnated elder God? Boy, would they sure like to know!

Is it too late to make up for the sins committed in lives that weren't yours? Is there a way to escape the enroaching jaws of fate when you've never seen anything else? Can you reconcile with the tragedies you couldn't outrun while they look you in the face? Will you ever be anything more than the pawn in someone else's fucked up game? The answer will never matter; the weapon is the wheel is the world.

POV: Chrysaor

Type: Standalone

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Thriller/Comedy, High Fantasy, Mythpunk

Blog Tag: “os: the lotus project”

Playlist: The Lotus Project Vibes

Shared Stories: EOTA(Loosely)

Intended Medium: Who knows, man

Priority Lvl: LOW

Like A Stray Dog

Harmonia awakens in a clinic bed without a shred of memory- even the name "Harmonia" is something she came up with just so she'd have something to hold onto. The single instance she remembers is from the moment before this blackout: a scar-faced woman standing over her with a bloodied weapon. With her life effectively stolen from her(in more ways than one, considering she clung to life in a dazed stupor for two weeks before recovering enough to move at all), Harmonia sets out to find this woman- the person she knows in her heart to be responsible for all of this. She's going to get her answers, her LIFE back…even if she has to forcibly tear it from this woman once she finds her.

POV: Harmonia and/or Renee

Type: Standalone

Character List:  [Full list + character bios on TH]

Genre:  Low Fantasy

Blog Tag: “os: like a stray dog”

Playlist: Like A Stray Dog vibes

Shared Stories: Possibly TOTLR

Intended Medium: Written Novel

Priority Lvl: MEDIUM

Temporal Remedy

After awakening on a space station with no memories aside from her name, Remedy must make what she can out of this new life she has. Unfortunately, she doesn't feel like she was ever the type to sit back and let life sort itself out. When Remedy gets ahold of one of the station's infamous time-travel devices and uses it in a panic, to avoid being caught red-handed, it deposits her in what seems to be several decades earlier.

Which, coincidentally, happens to be the two week period where dozens of crewmembers began disappearing from the station without a trace...and nobody ever figured out what truly happened. So really, when presented with two exciting and enticing mysteries to discover, what did you expect the super nosy, headstrong idiot to do? NOT try and investigate them both at the same time?

POV: Remedy

Type: Standalone

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Sci-fi, maybe Gothic Sci-fi?, Murder Mystery

Blog Tag: “os: temporal remedy”

Playlist: Temporal Remedy Vibes

Shared Stories: None Intended

Intended Medium: Written Novel

Priority Lvl: LOWEST

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━ 𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄 : P.1

(𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦: 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘎𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯… 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨.

ᴛᴡ: ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜰᴏᴜʟ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ᴏᴠᴇʀᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀꜰᴀʙ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴇᴛᴄ.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄɪᴢᴇ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇꜱ, ꜱᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴘᴏᴋɪ ᴏɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, Qᴜᴏᴛᴇᴠ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ.

P.2 / P.3

When you first saw him, you were left breathless.

That was years ago though, back when you were a teenager in high school who was only worried about the acne on your forehead and the 'F' you got in your math class. Now, you were preparing to head into college to become a psychiatrist.

You met Kieran as a freshman and started dating him months after. You weren't sure why you started dating him at first, you couldn't remember what he said that left your cheeks on fire, but the feeling next stopped.

Kieran grumbled curses under his breath as he heaved the last of the groceries through the door. His long black hair was messier than normal, tied into a low bun that curled strands around the nape of his neck. His tanned cheeks were red from the cold outside and a button on his shirt was popped open. Did he tousle a bear to get inside? He put the items on the counter and turned to face you.

"The groceries didn't want to come inside," he mumbled.

"You didn't give me a chance to help you carry them in."

His dark green eyes softened. He didn't look at anyone else the same way he did you. There was a time after you got married that you were afraid that he'd leave you because the two of you were yet to be intimate... but he didn't seem to care. You were glad he didn't care. His arms wrapped around your waist and he pressed a chaste kiss against your forehead.

There it was again. Breathless.

"But you've been working all day, Котик," he cooed, his Russian accent thick whenever he muttered the pet name he always used for you. "You deserve to rest."

All you wanted to do was melt into his arms. You couldn't deny that some part of you already was, sinking further into his embrace, eyes closed—but something was amiss.

Ever since high school, Kieran has been odd. He was a transfer student from London but he was born and raised in Russia, so he was always the popular kid in any class he was placed in. Even after he got in trouble multiple times for delinquent behavior. Sure, his behavior was better than what he was in high school and he was mature, but he was a lot more secretive now. So secretive that he refused to tell you where he went whenever he disappeared for "business trips" for days on end.

Now, you were a trusting wife, but you weren't naive. He worked as an editor for authors and yet he disappeared for days on end because of work? Even a baby could realize that was odd!

That wasn't the only thing though.

You've only been married to Kieran for six months but you were already starting to see signs that he wasn't entirely focused on the marriage anymore. Whenever his phone rang, he scrambled to pick it up before you had a chance to answer it for him. On the days you scheduled to go on dates together, he always arrived late with his clothes tousled about and his hair was undone. Late, late, late! He always seemed to be late for every activity the two of you scheduled together. Of course, he'd apologize over and over again, but the behavior never changed.

So maybe he did look at someone else the same way he did you. The thought left a bitter taste on your tongue.

Is he cheating on me?

It was a thought you never thought you'd have with Kieran. Whenever the two of you were dating in high school, he was loyal to a fault. You couldn't erase the memory of whenever a girl started smack-talking you and he yanked her hard so hard that a chunk of hair came from the roots. Even now, looking at him and being held by him, the thought felt distant. But it was there. That gnawing worry got worse and worse each time he got a call, text message, or left the house.

Well, who'd he be cheating on you with? He refused to have female friends in school because he always claimed that you were the only "woman" he wanted in his life. Of course, you didn't care if he had female friends or not, but you doubted it was someone the two of you knew from high school.

Your jaw clenched. Maybe he's bothered I haven't been intimate with him and he's been going to see someone?

The bitter taste worsened. Making out and slight touches wasn't the same as sex, you knew that, which is why you were so nervous to do it, even if it was with him. He never rushed you and he hadn't ever made comments about it. You listened to the thudding of his heart against his chest and pursed your lips.

You couldn't bring yourself to ask him if he was cheating on you. What if he said yes? What if he wasn't and left you because he thought you were a psycho? What if he lied and continued to cheat? Your hands scrunched up the fabric of his shirt as you hugged him tighter. You didn't want your first love to cause you heartbreak by something as revolting as cheating.

A cold hand pressed against your cheek. Kieran tilted your head back and his eyes flickered across your face. His brow creased in worry.

"Are you okay?"

No, not really. I'm worried you might be cheating on me.

But you couldn't say that.

"Yeah! I'm fine," you beamed and pulled him closer to you. "I just missed you, that's all. It was your day off but you've been out doing errands since this morning. You first went to the pharmacy to get our medicine, then the bank, then to get groceries... aren't you tired?"

He didn't look convinced. Then again, he'd known you since you were fourteen years old, so he knew how to read you like a book. His green eyes darkened momentarily and his teeth nipped at his bottom lip. His fingers traced lines above your cheekbone, jaw, and the shell of your ear.

"I'm sorry. I should have spent more time with you today."

"No, Kieran, what are you even saying? Errands need to be run so I'm appreciative that you did them," your hands fiddled at the button that came undone on his shirt. "That can't stop me from missing you though. I just feel as if you've been..."

His fingers stopped. "What?"

You regretted saying anything at all. You should have just said you missed him after a long day and went on with it, dragged him to the couch, and asked him to watch a movie with you. Your hands pulled away from his shirt and you saw the way his body tensed up like a spring. It wasn't too late to change the conversation. Maybe lie to him and say it was just a joke, that you weren't really worried. No, no, that'd be an asshole thing to do to your spouse, to make them worry you for nothing.

"(Y/N)?"

He never says your name unless he's serious or mad. Your eyes dragged back up to meet his and his jaw was clenched. He didn't look mad, he looked worried. Almost like you just punched him in the gut and he was doing his best to stay upright.

Why did he look like that? Based on all your rushing thoughts, worried about the possibility of him cheating on you, you were the one who was struggling.

"...I just feel as if you have been distant lately," you confessed with a tight smile, "but it's okay. I know you've been busy with work and I've been busy with getting ready for my upcoming lectures next week. I'm probably just being clingy again."

He didn't say anything. You weren't sure if you were supposed to feel hurt that he said nothing or relieved, but you knew that he didn't buy a single thing you just said by the way he was looking at you. He wasn't moving from the position he had on you; hand on your cheek, tense jaw, stiff muscles, darkened gaze. He breathed slowly out through his nose and opened his mouth to say something, but then shut it.

You saw a flicker of something else in his eyes whenever he closed his mouth. Guilt.

Why does he feel guilty? you thought, dread creeping up your spine. Am I right? Is he cheating on me?

You blinked in surprise whenever he pulled you into him again. His nose nuzzled into your neck and you almost suffocated with how tight his arms wrapped around you. His lips pressed little kisses against your neck and he breathed in deeply. For a split second, you almost forgot what you were so nervous about, you almost let the worry of him cheating on you slip from your mind.

"Котик, I'm sorry you've felt so lonely. I'll be able to spend more time with you soon. It's just... work, it gets in the way of so much. But I swear, I'll be able to hang out with you tomorrow without doing anything. I promise, okay?" he let go and cupped your cheeks, "me and you can do whatever you want to do for tonight. A date? I'll do it. Go to bed early? As long as you're in my arms. Anything."

Lies were best told with a sweet tongue. You weren't even sure if he meant well by telling you that, not whenever this wasn't the first time he'd promised something like this. In the end, he always got a call which caused him to leave the house for a couple hours (or sometimes a couple of days). You were used to it by now, so you only forced a smile and nodded. His face lit up.

"We can go ahead and watch a movie now if you want?"

You blinked. Now? He usually put things off whenever it came down to sitting down and watching something. You refrained from glancing at the clock. You wanted to spend time with him but you were already fearful of how much time you could before he was called away or got distracted with something. You couldn't remember the last time you sat down and watched something with him. Though, you supposed it was better than him not being there.

"And what movie do you want to watch?"

He grinned. "I believe I said whatever you want. Maybe we can watch a horror movie? So I can..." he twirled you around and hugged you from behind, "wrap my arms around you like this and protect you from evil. Hm?"

You felt your cheeks warm. "That sounds just like an excuse to hold me."

"I'm your husband, I don't need an excuse for something like that," he kissed your cheek. "truthfully, I adore it whenever you depend on me. That includes each time there's a jumpscare and you almost shit your pants each time."

"Ha. Ha. Very funny. I don't get that scared."

"You cried when we watched The Haunting of Hill House together."

"Okay, there's a difference between a demon that you can't fight and some serial killer breaking into your house! I'd rather take the serial killer. Plus, that was years ago when it first came out and it was a sad show."

You didn't miss the way his jaw clenched ever so slightly. Maybe the term 'odd' wasn't the best way to describe him with the way he has been acting recently. After the two of you graduated high school, he started to get touchy about certain topics about crime. He always had a fascination with crime back when he was a teenager in high school, but the topic suddenly became grim for him whenever he got older.

You weren't sure why. Honestly, you've never asked. The topic wasn't something you'd be able to bring up with ease, especially when he tried to change the topic each time someone wanted to talk about true crime or the news with him. You remembered that he was worried when he found out you were going to school to become a therapist... worried that you'd get stuck with a patient who did bad things.

You didn't even want to get into how paranoid he was about the police. That was a different topic entirely.

"I find something real to be much more terrifying than a fictional ghost," he murmured.

"But demons could be real!"

There was a long pause. You felt his muscles churn around you, squeezing you tighter, refusing to let you go and he mumbled seriously. "Promise me that if anyone broke into our house and you had to pick between going with them or a demon, you'd go with the demon."

"What are you on about?" you deadpanned, "I thought were talking about movies, and Kieran, I doubt a scenario like that would ever happen."

"Promise me, (Y/N). Demon or not,  you won't go with anyone who breaks into our house."

Your eyes narrowed. "Keiran, I don't have to promise you something that is common sense. I obviously won't be going with anyone who breaks into our house. You act like you think someone will."

He huffed and let go. The warmth of his embrace leaving left goosebumps all over your body. You didn't get a chance to say anything before he flashed a blinding smile, chuckling.

"I was just making sure. You've always been a daredevil, so I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't try and challenge anyone who barged into our house. I doubt anyone would break in anyway."

It was only natural that you didn't believe him. There were a lot of stories where people said that their partners changed after marriage, sometimes for the better or the worse, and you weren't sure if Kieran's change was good or bad. His paranoid nature only made it hard to believe that he wasn't cheating on you. He was clingy before he married you, but he was overly clingy and sweet now. Which was odd because he was often out of the house or on phone calls...

It was just, well, odd.

"Oh... okay then. Do you need help putting up the groceries before we watch a movie?"

"No need, Котик. You can prepare the movie for us to watch. Choose anything you want."

There was a game you played. Each time you noticed Kieran avoid looking you in the eye, you took three gulps of breath. It was mostly a game you played to calm yourself down from the rush of anxiety you felt each time he did. It left you wondering if you did something wrong, if you made him pissed and he didn't want to look at you anymore. Your lips curled into a frown.

He could just be watching a movie so I wouldn't complain about missing him.

You nodded silently and turned on your heel. It would be best to ignore that entire conversation happened. Worrying over his suspicious and paranoid behavior wouldn't change the fact that he was acting that way. You glanced at him one more time as he placed the milk into the fridge. Yeah. Don't worry about it. Just don't worry.

The living room was down the hallway to the left. The floorboards squealed at the weight and you sighed whenever you walked to the couch, picking up the remote and turning it on.  The two of you didn't have a lot of streaming services so almost everything you watched was on Netflix. Your fingers tapped around and you absentmindedly scrolled through the list of movies.

You were tempted to throw on a movie that you already watched. However, it was supposed to be time spent together and you knew he'd get bored if you clicked something that he had already watched. You clicked a random scary movie. The name was confusing and it looked like a found-footage aesthetic, something about the catacombs under Paris and the philosopher's stone.

"I'm sure he hasn't watched this..."

"Watched what?"

You jumped whenever he clamped a hand on your shoulder. Whipping around on the sofa, Kieran was leaning over the back with a sly smirk on his face.

"Already scared?" he chuckled, "I have a gut feeling you're going to be clinging to me throughout this entire movie."

You pursed your lips. He already got all the groceries done that fast? You knew that he didn't like to waste time but he was insanely fast doing that. He massaged your shoulders whenever he noticed the frown you had, his smile growing wider by the second. He jumped over the back of the couch effortlessly and plopped down right beside you.

"Why are you frowning, my sweet Котик?"

"You got done way too fast with putting the groceries away" you squinted. "It's not normal."

He inhaled. There was a rasp in the back of his throat whenever he leaned forward, his breath tickling your skin. The air was knocked from your lungs whenever his gaze flickered to your lips and back up to yours. "Would you believe me if I told you that I have been craving to be close to you? Especially to kiss you..."

Heat crept up the back of your neck. All the worries you had melted away whenever he pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He wasn't avoiding your eyes, now he was staring so intently that you were afraid that you were going to become a puddle of goo in his arms. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip.

"Mm, can I kiss you?"

"...do you have to ask?"

He chuckled breathlessly, "Yes. It's polite."

"But you're my husband."

"Yes, I am."

His lips smashed against yours. Anything you wanted to say was thrown out the window whenever his hands gripped your waist and yanked your body against his. His hand brushed up your spine, up your neck, brushing over your hair and going to cup your face. His lips were cold and his nose was too, breath smelling like the mint gum he always seemed to chew. The hint of his cologne tickled your nose.

Your hands ran up his arms and you tugged at the collar of his shirt. He was still a ruffled mess from when he came in from outside. His hair was a knotted mess that needed to be brushed out, but that didn't stop your hands from tangling in the strands and tugging at them. A groan tore through his lips.

"God, you're so fucking perfect," he whispered against your lips. "I don't want to stop kissing you now. Mmm, do we have to watch the movie? I want to give you more kisses."

You almost agreed. "...But the movie is already waiting to be played."

He licked his teeth and his hands ran up and down your back. He swallowed and you noticed the dip of his adam's apple, his eyes staring at your lips again. "Of course, we should watch the movie, but..."

"But what?"

"Can I kiss you even more after the movie?"

The fire in your cheeks felt like your skin was melting off. There were times when it felt like you were in high school again, getting all flustered because of his needy nature. Ever since you have known him he has always been the type to enjoy kisses. Even something as chaste as a peck on the forehead, he was a sucker for it. Whenever the two of you first started dating, he'd get so red each time you kissed his cheek, stammering over nothing and quickly kissing your cheek back and scurrying away.

Now look at him. He was pulling you in, begging for more, kissing you like you were his only source of oxygen. He even kissed you like that on your wedding day. His entire family was whooping and cheering after that, and your few family members who attended frowned. You remembered being embarrassed at the time... but you were glad that something like that didn't change.

"Very well. You can kiss me all you want after the movie. Don't try and sneak some in while we are watching, because then you won't focus on the movie at all," you mumbled.

"You're flustered so easily, Котик," he grinned. He leaned into the couch and placed his arm around the back, fiddling with your sleeve as he rested his cheek against your head. "But fineeee. I guess I'll obey your orders for now."

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. It only took you a couple of seconds for you to get comfortable and curl into his side, shuffling to find the remote as he tugged a blanket over you both. You never got an answer on if he watched it before or not but by the way his eyes were glued to the screen whenever you clicked play, you assumed not.

Time became a blur. Now and again he'd comment on the movie or just something toward you, but his arm never moved from its spot behind you. He curled his legs up on the couch and mumbled complaints under his breath whenever he saw the characters do something stupid.

You started to forget your anxieties. Even just for a short while, it was nice to relax with him and to feel him close without having to worry about him leaving to go on some 'business trip'. You were focusing on him too much to even care about the movie. The way his lips formed a thin line whenever he was annoyed, his rapid blinking each time something shocking happened, bouncing his leg up and down.

It was impossible to not love him.

He noticed you staring. His cheeks turned a little pink. "What?"

"Nothing."

His ego would explode if you told him you were staring at him just because he was fun to watch. Hearing his endless teasing wasn't something you were in the mood to hear, so you just feigned looking back at the movie to watch it. His eyes burned into the side of your head for a second long before he looked back to the screen.

You glanced back at him. He was sucked into the TV again. He chewed on the edge of his knuckle and you let your eyes wander. You stared at the tattoos that peeked out from under his collar and sleeve. All those colorful tattoos were hidden away. He had some of them before you met him, which you always found surprising that he had tattoos at such a young age, but he just said "It ran in the family".

It was addicting to trace your fingers over them. Kieran liked laying around shirtless whenever it was summer. You always used to visit his old apartment to sit with him and let him read his books while you doodled on his arms and called them 'new tattoos' while you colored in his blank tattoos. Butterflies fluttered whenever you remembered the way he smiled at you each time you drew on him.

He had so many tattoos that you weren't sure how many he had. Some were in Russian, but a lot of them were creatures from folklore and mythology. Like Baba Yaga, who came from Slavic Folklore, which was tattooed on his right hip. You always used to doodle accessories onto her face.

"Котик, are you going to continue staring at me or are you going to watch the movie?"

You quickly avoided his gaze and looked at the TV. "I am watching the movie."

"Surreee."

Everything was fine for a while. A while, you said, because it didn't take long for all that built-up hope and affection to come back down from its high. Soon enough you'd be feeling the withdrawal. You were in the middle of watching the characters climb through a tunnel of bones whenever a phone started to ring loudly. It bounced off the walls and jarred Kieran out of his trance.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Your smile fell. Kieran cursed.

The arm slung around your shoulder tensed, his hand curling into a fist that turned his knuckles white. His jaw flexed, and the phone rang for a couple more seconds before he moved from the couch and grabbed his phone from the cushion.

It was bad luck. You were convinced that you were cursed with bad luck. A sour taste bubbled in your chest and coated your tongue. Biting at the inside of your cheek, you shut the TV off completely as that swell of expectation came back. The remote was tossed to the side and the blanket slipped to the floor.

You caught a glimpse of the phone screen before he answered it. UNKNOWN. Of course, it was another random number that he didn't have saved to his contacts. You clutched the blanket in your lap and a lump formed in your throat. Seriously? Why were you going to cry? You knew that he wouldn't be focused on you forever. It also wasn't like you knew he was cheating on you, you had no proof, it was just a suspicion. But that didn't stop the familiar sting of tears welling up behind your eyes.

You knew it was a lie whenever he promised to spend the rest of the day with you, you weren't sure why you let your hopes get up. But it still hurt.

He pressed the device to his ear and snapped.

"What?"

Just who was it that made him sound like that? You've never heard him sound so hateful, so nasty, to just some random caller on the phone. That meant he knew who was calling him even when the number popped up. The random person he didn't have saved in his phone. Someone he possibly didn't want to be linked to.

Thousands of questions tumbled through your mind. Kieran wasn't interested in men, so if he was cheating, it wasn't a man... unless he was interested in men and hasn't told you? He has a lot of male friends. No, no, having friends of any gender doesn't just mean that you'll sleep with them or have a second life with them behind your partner. So if it was a woman... where would he have met her? Maybe it was a client and he was editing her book?

He did read a lot of articles. There was always the possibility that it was a writer of those, right? Wait—

I'm not being a good wife right now, you thought. Your nails picked at your cuticles. I'm just assuming things without any proof. Am I being like one of those psychotic, obsessive wives? Is there something wrong with me? What if I'm the issue?

Your bottom lip wobbled. You clamped your teeth on it to keep Kieran from noticing.

He started to pace and ramble around the room in Russian. He didn't seem to be talking to anyone, mostly to himself in frustration, as his hand was placed on his hip and he cursed under his breath. There were many times in your life when you wished you knew Russian; when you first met him, to impress him, to have conversations with him, to learn his culture and language... now you were more concerned if he was frustrated about a girl or not.

The only Russian word you knew that he actively said around you was 'Котик', a Russian term of endearment meant for a lover which meant "kitten" or "kitty". You didn't need to jump leaps to guess what it meant even if it was a somewhat cheesy term to use (at least in your opinion), but you never argued, since he has called you it since the two of you were teenagers.

"I thought I told you to—"

Kieran cut himself off quickly whenever he realized you were still in the room with him. He dragged the phone away from his ear and his eyes snapped to you, his face falling into despair whenever he noticed the TV was off and you were staring up at him. Another broken promise. Another lie. Another phone call he just had to pick up, that he couldn't ignore for one night. Just how many more broken promises were you going to take before you finally asked him why he couldn't keep them?

Damn it. You really wanted to cry.

Even if it wasn't him cheating on you, even if it was work, some part of you wished that he included you in it as well. You were aware that you weren't supposed to be in every single part of his life. The two of you were supposed to be comfortable in the relationship, not joined at the hip breathing down each other's necks.

You just didn't get it. It wasn't like 'work' was going to straight up kill him if he didn't answer the phone for one night!

Kieran didn't know what to do. He stopped dead in his tracks and stared at you with so many open emotions on his face that you couldn't read all of them. But he knew what he had done. He picked up the phone and that alone was enough to break a promise, even if he hadn't left the house. Yet. You knew how it worked—he always left the house after late phone calls like this. You were slowly starting to get used to the feeling of falling asleep without him there. And some mornings, he wasn't in bed either, only a note left on the counter with breakfast he made.

His shoulders sank. "Котик, I... uhm, I need to take this phone call real quick so I'm going to step into the other room, okay? I'll be right back though and me and you can finish the movie—"

Liar.

"Uhm... I think I'm just going to go to bed. I'm starting to feel tired anyway. Uh, make sure to lock the door behind you whenever you go out."

He always did. You weren't sure why you were reminding him.

Deep down, some part of you wanted him to feel guilty. It was that small whisper of hope that if he felt guilty then maybe he'd start changing things for the better, to start telling you why he was so secretive, and to start sleeping in your bed again. You missed the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. Sure, some nights he did fall asleep in your bed. But some nights weren't most nights, and most nights weren't every night.

I miss a man who's right in front of me.

His entire expression crumpled. He opened his mouth to say something but faltered, watching as you got up and threw the blanket the two of you were sharing back on the couch. Oh how badly he looked like he wanted to say something. And how badly you felt about yourself whenever you saw his expression, because seeing him feel guilty didn't bring satisfaction, it only made your heart hurt more.

"(Y/N), I—"

"It's okay," you flashed a smile, "I'll talk to you tomorrow morning."

If he'd be there tomorrow morning.

You didn't give him a chance to respond before you turned on your heel and scurried to the bedroom. The house which you picked with him seven months ago now felt cold and lonely compared to the warm idea you had when you first saw it. Tears sprung forth whenever you closed the door behind you, choking into your elbow as you did your best to muffle the small sobs that let your lips. You couldn't hear him anymore or the muffled rambling over the phone.

The room was dark. The floorboards were ice cold and you didn't bother to brush your teeth, wash your face, or change into pajamas before you crawled under the covers and hid.

Emotions were a complicated thing. You hated how they felt and how it was so hard to understand them. All you wanted was for Kieran to come to you and have a conversation about what was going on, but now you were dreading that he would because you didn't want him to see that you were crying. He always got so panicked whenever you cried. Always brushing away your tears, cooing sweet things in your ear, kissing your face and neck anywhere he could.

Which made you wish he did see you cry.

See? Emotions were complicated.

You don't know how long you laid in bed. You only heard the whir and popping of heat rushing through the vents, warming up the room until you were toasty under the thick blankets. There were times when you swore you heard a shout from the other room, muffled and something you couldn't understand, but then it was gone. Possibly a figment of your imagination, maybe it was Kieran shouting over the phone.

Your day started with a good start. Then everything deescalated in a whirlwind of emotions that you didn't know how to control. All the suspicions you had about Kieran were becoming worse and worse.

If he is cheating on me, you thought. What would I do?

The idea of divorcing him left your heart aching. Ever since you started dating him, you've never wanted to leave him, but cheating would mean you'd have to. While you loved him, you didn't love him enough to stay if he was living some second life with another woman. You gnawed on the edge of your thumb and curled your legs up to your chest.

If you divorced him, you'd have to find somewhere cheap to stay where you could still go to college and not sleep in the streets. No way your parents would let you stay with them until you got back onto your feet, they didn't like you marrying Kieran in the first place because of his delinquent behavior in school and the fact he wasn't going to college. They'd probably tell you 'I told you so' and let you rot.

The part-time job you had now wasn't enough to live in a decent apartment. The two of you lived on the outskirts of the city,  you wouldn't be able to afford a good apartment in the city closest to campus so you would have to settle in one of the apartment complexes near the beat-down part of the city, where a lot of reports of trafficking and crime were made.

A shiver shot down your spine. While the apartments there weren't the cleanest or nicest, the issue of rampant crime was the most concerning. You'd have to buy a taser or pepper spray, something like that. Or learn martial arts? You'd have to find a teacher that wasn't expensive.

Why am I even thinking about this?

Guilt crashed into you like a barreling stampede of horses. Tears blurred your vision as you nuzzled into the pillow and whimpered, muttering soft apologies under your breath. You hated how your mind worked. One thought and you'd take it and run, not giving the chance for hope and optimism to spark. You had to remind yourself for the umpteenth time that you didn't have any proof that Kieran was cheating.

You were the bad one for treating him like he was whenever you didn't know. At least, that was what you believed. Other wives acted better than you. They trusted their partners, but here you were, already daydreaming about your life if Kieran was cheating on you. Just a was.

Soft footsteps broke you from your thoughts.

The door creaked open and light poured into the dark. You stayed still under the blankets, face hidden away in the pillows to keep the sight of your tear-streaked face away from him. The floorboards creaked a little bit the bed shifted whenever you felt him sit down and lean across. His familiar touch grazed your cheek and traced the contours of your face. He sighed.

"Котик, are you awake?"

You didn't respond. Not this time.

He tugged the blankets down and there was another sigh. His fingers trailed farther downward and rubbed circles on your back and patterns that only he understood. He mumbled under his breath to himself. "She didn't change into something comfortable... not even the belt."

It took everything in your power to not move whenever his fingers fiddled with the metal clasp of your belt and he slipped them from the loops. He put the belt on the other side of the bed and the mattress shifted whenever he got closed, strands of his hair tickling your cheek whenever he leaned over. He pressed a kiss on your jaw.

"Ah fuck," he grumbled.

What is that supposed to mean?

Then there were more kisses; jaw, cheek, forehead, lips. He attacked you in kisses and every now and again he'd sigh and stop to trail his hands across your head or over your back. You could tell he refreshed his cologne. It was subtle but it was there, tickling your nose each time he moved to kiss another part of your face.

"Котик, if you're awake, I'll be back tomorrow evening and we can watch all the movies you want. I'm sorry I'm heading out again, but some people at work are being really stupid right now," he whispered against your ear. He kissed it tenderly. "I'll buy you your favorite ice cream on the way back home too. I know you'll be happy with that..."

There was a long pause. He didn't move.

"I love you."

Maybe he waited for you to respond, to say 'I love you' back, but you didn't. It wasn't that you didn't love him... god, the one reason why everything hurt so much was that you did, but you didn't dare to confess that you were pretending to sleep just to avoid talking to him. You didn't want Kieran to hear your voice cracking from crying. Especially since now, you knew he was leaving the house again.

You didn't believe him when he said it was work and you felt guilty that you didn't. He was an editor, he worked from home or his rented-out office, and it wasn't like he had people who worked underneath him.

"Котик, I'll make it up to you, I promise," he whispered.

He didn't say anything else except for a lingering kiss on your temple before he got off the bed. The weight of his body leaving felt more familiar than him being there. Kieran blew a breath and muttered something in Russian before he left the room. The door clicked shut behind him and you were left in the dark alone once more.

The emotions you felt earlier surged back up to the surface. Your nails bit into your palms and tears trickled down your cheeks and dropped onto the pillow. All you wanted was for him to get in bed with you, hold you, fall asleep, and still be there whenever you woke up the next morning.

So instead of facing them and bawling, you swallowed the lump in your throat and closed your eyes. Sleeping it off was better than facing it. Soon enough, you'd find out what he was hiding and what this "work" meant. Your small cries were muffled as you did your best to fall asleep before you got too heavy into your thoughts and cried even harder.

Luckily for you, sadness was exhausting, and you crashed before the clock hit midnight.

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A/N ;

So you might have noticed the reader isn’t a Mary Sue or know it all. I tried to make her realistic, someone who’s insecure in her relationship, etc. So I hope that came across well. If you don’t like her, remember she’s human, she can change and develop in the story. She isn’t going to be perfect.

But anyway, did you enjoy this first chapter? You can also find it on my Wattpad and Quotev, which is listed on the top of my account. My discord server is also listed there! Remember to comment and heart if you enjoyed it.

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[narrycherries]

(1) how’s one to know..

harry is just an ass and (Y/n) is just a stranger — series introduction, bit of angst

(2) an incandescent glow

(Y/n) just wanted to have a fun night out, but Harry has a tendency to ruin things.. — angst and sadness filled

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(just a few songs that inspired this series & what I listen to while writing it :: these are my music preferences so if you don’t like them.. don’t listen) •••slight spoilers so be aware/you can skip over this•••

ivy - taylor swift

lie to girls - sabrina carpenter

my boy only breaks his favorite toys - taylor swift

norman fucking rockwell- lana del rey

right now - one direction

souvenir - selena gomez

something in the way - nirvana

fine line - harry styles

guilty as sin - taylor swift

cinnamon girl - lana del rey

brain stew- greenday

the next best american record - lana del rey

dancing with our hands tied - taylor swift

lips of an angel - hinder

tonight - zayn

small talk - niall horan

iris - goo goo dolls

stay over - tove lo

false god - taylor swift

little freak - harry styles

crimson and clover - joan jett (& the blackhearts)

I can fix him (no really I can) - taylor swift

get stoned - hinder

there you are - zayn

alone - heart

cardigan - taylor swift

mateo- tove lo

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Origin Stories Masterlist

summary: baby first year matty arrives at hogwarts and the first person he interacts with seems to not know him at all. matty is unsure how to feel when someone treats him like just another person instead of the dark lords son

a wonderful and exciting collab with my best babe @musingsofahufflepuff <3 we hope you all like it

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love and thunder

it’s just me and you

hi barbie, hi ken

protector

you said you loved me

love you better

safe place

i care

he’s not worth your tears

new experiences

just tonight

5 minutes

too dramatic

a simple inconvenience

heartbeat

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MADNESS (Eddie Munson x American Horror Story: Asylum)

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four

Summary: Three years after his disappearance, Eddie Munson is arrested for the murders of Chrissy Cunningham, Fred Benson, Patrick McKinney and others, but the truth is very different. Unable to convince anyone that Vecna exists and that he is innocent, he is locked up in an asylum. But the only way out is to prove to his psychiatrist that he is not insane. If he fails to convince the psychiatrist, he will be executed as a murderer. He must hurry to do so, because Vecna has returned to finish the bloody unfinished business and take revenge.

As Eddie fights for his life, how far can his psyhiatrist go to save him when she finds out he is innocent? Perhaps the only reason his psychiatrist wants to save him is not because of Eddie's innocence, but because they have developed feelings for each other over time. In the midst of all this confusion, a series of secret experiments on patients in the mental hospital and a series of dark secrets make everything more difficult.

Warnings: Blood and Injury, Mentions of execution, Execution, Death, Mental Health Issues, Asylum, Mental Hospital, Horror, Psychological Horror, Survival Horror, Thriller, Claustrophobia, Prison, Doctor/Patient, Serial Killers, Hospitals, Pain, Depression, Violence, Blood and Violence, Suicidal Thoughts, death of a family member, Nudity, Smut, Sex, Slow Burn, Experiments, Explicit Sexual Content, TraumaPost-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Psychological Disorders, Smoking.

Before you read:)

This fan fiction is inspired by American Horror Story: Asylum. It contains a lot of horror and thriller content. Since the story takes place in a mental hospital, there may be various triggers. Please check the tags first as there is a lot of violence, sexuality and depression contents. This story is for adults, so close the page if you are a minor.

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John and Violet were sitting across from each other in the cafeteria. Violet stirred her tasteless food with a spoon, her eyes darting to the clock on the wall. She was waiting for the evening shift to begin; it was twenty minutes to five. She was waiting for Brendon's shift to start so she could find out how and where Eddie was.

John noticed the worry on Violet’s face and spoke up. "So, this Max Mayfield you’re talking about, she’s the one who reported Eddie, right?"

Violet sighed. "She did and didn’t. They suspect Vecna used her as a puppet," she said.

Amid the chaos of the last few days, Violet had told John everything: the information in Eddie’s file, what Steve and the others had said… It wasn’t easy to process, but John was experienced because he used to be a cop and quickly grasped the situation.

"Which means the only people who can get you out of here are Steve and the others," John said. "Do they even know Max is here?"

Violet shrugged. "I don’t know," she said thoughtfully. "But why would they bring her to the same mental hospital as the guy who ‘almost killed’ her and ‘put her in a coma’?" She made air quotes, sarcastically emphasizing the points Eddie was accused of.

John smirked slightly. "We need to find a way to reach that Steve guy," he said.

Violet nodded in agreement. "How did Eddie reach him? Could we do it the same way?"

John shook his head negatively. "We snuck into the manager’s office and made a call. It was pure luck. And we got caught that time too—you saw what they did to Eddie. We can’t take that risk again," he said.

"Can’t Brendon make a call?" Violet asked.

John took a deep breath and shrugged. "Since we escaped, they’ve tightened security. They even look at the staff’s calls. So, that’s not really an option," he said.

Just then, the cafeteria door opened, and Brendon entered, carrying a metal tray with bandages, scissors, and other medical supplies. Violet stood up excitedly. Brendon approached and began to gently remove the bandage from her head.

"Eddie’s in a cell," Brendon said in a low voice. "He’s okay but very worried about you."

Hearing this, Violet’s anxiety eased a little, but she still wanted to see Eddie. "Can I see him? Will you take me to him?" she asked.

Brendon shook his head. "You’re no longer a doctor here, Violet. To get in there, you’d have to get yourself into trouble or something. And even then, I doubt they’d let you two be in the same cell," he said.

John raised both hands in mock surrender, letting out a small laugh. "Looks like it’s up to me again," he said in a joking tone.

Violet was about to give him a puzzled look when she noticed Dr Oliver and Wilson coming through the door. Oliver was feverishly explaining something to the manager. Violet turned her attention to them to listen to their conversation.

Oliver's voice was serious. “Mr. Wilson, the condition of these patients is truly appalling. They need care. How do you expect them to get better when they live in zero hygiene and cannot feel comfortable?”

Wilson responded with a nonchalant attitude “I already have too few staff and too many patients. As if that wasn't enough, you came all the way from Michigan. Be grateful if you can find a seat for yourself. Let me run my hospital and you go about your business.’’

Violet couldn’t help but smile inwardly at the exchange. Oliver’s naive determination felt familiar to her. It was like experiencing déjà vu. However, she knew it wouldn’t take long for him to learn how terrible this place truly was.

John winked at her and leaned slightly closer, whispering, "Wilson’s here. It’s time."

John’s angry outburst had caught the attention of the other patients in the cafeteria. Pointing his index finger at Violet in a threatening manner, his voice grew louder.

"Are you calling me an arsonist?!" he shouted. The wave of anger in John’s voice echoed in the room as Brendon glanced at Violet and signaled her to get up. Violet hesitated for only a moment before rising to her feet. It didn’t take her long to get into character and step toward John.

"Aren’t you? We’re back here because of you, you idiot! If you had driven properly, we’d be free now!" Violet retorted, unable to hold back her anger. "Where’d you get your license? A butcher shop? Oh wait, probably from a stove maker, since you’re so good with fire." She mimicked a lighter with her hands, mocking him.

John, furious at Violet’s sarcastic remarks, stormed toward her, closing the gap between them. Now, they were standing almost nose to nose. "At least I’m not stuck as a patient in the hospital I came to as a doctor, you lunatic!" he yelled, then suddenly leaned closer to her face and said in a low tone, "Hit me." He was trying to turn the situation to his advantage while everyone was watching.

Violet hesitated, staring at him as if she hadn’t fully understood his words. She noticed Wilson and Dr. Oliver watching the commotion from the other side of the cafeteria. Responding to John’s demand, she clenched her fist and delivered a sharp punch. At that moment, Brendon stepped in to separate them, but John wasn’t idle either. He threw kicks at Violet, intentionally missing. Violet struck a bit harder, ensuring it looked realistic.

Dr Oliver panicked and rushed over. "Please calm down; we can resolve this through conversation," he pleaded, trying to ease the tension. 

But Wilson had run out of patience. Pointing at Violet and John, he barked at Brendon, "Take them to the cells in the basement so they can cool off."

Violet barely restrained herself from smiling. Internally, she was quite pleased for having roughed up John a bit. Brendon nodded like a soldier receiving orders and grabbed both of them by the collars, escorting them out of the cafeteria. Violet could hear Oliver protesting behind Wilson, complaining about the ’’this method of punishment is barbaric and contrary to human rights’’ but she only rolled her eyes.

They began walking toward an unknown part of the hospital. The stairs seemed endless; Violet couldn’t help but think, "We’re descending all the way to hell." At last, at the bottom of the stairs, Brendon released their collars. Violet and John walked ahead now, with Brendon quietly accompanying them.

John turned to Violet with a faint smirk. "For someone so small, you sure hit hard," he said.

Violet laughed. "And for someone with all those muscles, you scream like a little girl," she shot back. John rolled his eyes but allowed a small smile to escape.

"My whole body hurts from the crash," John added. "I’ll get my rematch when I’m in better shape."

Brendon chuckled at their exchange. "You were like this when we were kids too. Always had an excuse when you lost," he said.

Violet looked at Brendon in surprise. "When you were kids? How long have you been police partners anyway?" she asked. John gave her the same surprised look.

"Partners?" he said, pursing his lips. "We’re brothers."

Violet took a step back in astonishment, studying them both carefully. "But I saw... both of you in the news article. In police uniforms," she said.

Brendon smiled. "Can’t brothers do the same job?" he replied. Violet suddenly felt like everything clicked into place. Brendon’s willingness to take such great risks made sense now; he wasn’t just here for a friend—he was here to save his brother.

Brendon stopped in front of a heavy iron door. "We’re here," he announced. Violet now focused on the scene before her. The corridor was lined with dark, narrow cells, each resembling a prison block. Behind the bars, there was only a single, uncomfortable-looking bed in each cell. The stench was so overpowering that Violet almost longed for the smell of the cafeteria upstairs.

From one of the cells, there was a stir. Violet spotted a familiar face and rushed to the bars. It was Eddie. Violet reached her hands through the bars, and Eddie’s hands clasped around hers. He had a few scratches on his face but seemed to have fared relatively well after the crash.

Brendon opened a cell for Violet and guided her inside. John was placed in the cell opposite hers. "You have a therapy session in an hour," Brendon said, pointing at Violet.

"Who’s my doctor?" she asked with a frown.

"Oliver Owsen," Brendon replied.

Violet thought for a moment and added, "Tell him to come and get me from here. I want him to see what this place is like."

Brendon nodded. As he moved to leave, Violet called out once more, "Brendon, is there a chance I could change my cellmate?"

"I’ll see what I can do," Brendon said, disappearing quickly down the corridor.

The echo of Brendon's retreating footsteps faded into the cold corridor walls. When Violet turned around, she noticed the familiar goofy grin on Eddie's face. Their hands met again through the bars, Eddie's warm palms grounding Violet's scattered emotions.

Eddie asked curiously, "How did you end up here?"

The answer came from John in the next cell. Waving his finger with a mildly warning tone, he said, "Careful with this girl, man. If you hurt her, she might kick you so hard you'll never have kids."

Eddie laughed at the comment, his grin widening. Reaching through the bars, he gently stroked Violet's hair, then pulled her closer, inhaling the scent of her hair. His lips still nestled there, he spoke teasingly, "What’s this about a cellmate situation? What did I miss now? This damned hospital can’t go a day without drama."

Violet responded with a laugh, collapsing onto the so-called "bed," an uncomfortable excuse for furniture. Eddie, meanwhile, sat on the floor of his cell, but his hand never left Violet's through the bars.

"They’ve evacuated the Michigan hospital here," Violet explained, detailing the situation. "New patients and staff have arrived. Temporarily, at least."

Eddie winked and muttered with a mischievous grin, "Here’s hoping I get a cute chick as a cellmate."

Violet swatted his hand playfully, then turned curiously to John. "We saw Eddie’s name there. We didn’t even check the one next to it. Got so caught up in my mess, we forgot."

John frowned slightly, puzzled. "Fred something. I don’t remember the last name."

Eddie nudged Violet's hand. "Your mess? What’s happened to you?"

This was the hardest part for Violet. Eddie was unaware of what Steve and the others had told her. He didn’t know that Max had woken up and reported him to the police. Violet hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and began to speak.

"Eddie, listen carefully to what I’m about to say. You know how I told you I knew you were innocent..." Violet’s voice wavered slightly. Eddie’s brown eyes looked at her with patience and curiosity. Finally, she admitted, "Max woke up."

Eddie’s eyes lit up with excitement. "Are you serious? That’s amazing news!"

Violet glanced at John for help, but he was nervously chewing his nails. Sighing, she turned back to Eddie.

The expression on his face shifted, sensing something was wrong. Violet closed her eyes and summoned her courage to reveal the truth she had been hiding.

"...And now I don’t know why she’s here, but she’s going to be staying in my room."

Those words made Eddie grip her hand tighter. His voice trembled, and his eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Violet... you can’t stay with her... I won’t let you..."

Violet averted her gaze from Eddie's misty eyes. But John’s muffled voice startled her. Pressing his hands and head against the bars, John muttered, "What do we even have left at this point?"

A gloomy silence filled around. Violet responded quietly, "We stole the file that proved what Dr. Arthur did, but they got it back. They’ve probably destroyed it by now."

Eddie let out a heavy sigh, adding, "The only person who could prove my innocence woke up, and now she’s Vecna’s puppet. I’ve got a one-way ticket to the electric chair."

John barked out a harsh laugh. "And anyone who could help us escape thinks we’re dead. We can’t make calls, and we can’t ask Brendon to because we’re being listened to."

In the midst of this dark atmosphere, an idea sparked in Violet’s mind. A smile crept across her lips. "If we can’t talk... we’ll write."

Eddie and John looked at each other, then at Violet. But just as the idea began to take shape, the sound of approaching footsteps made Violet motion for them to be silent. The newcomers were Brendon and Oliver. The sight of the prison-like cells seemed to horrify Oliver, who looked visibly shaken.

Violet thought mockingly, You think it’s bad? You should see WARD C, doctor.

Oliver introduced himself nervously, his voice trembling. ''Violet George, I’m your doctor, Oliver Owsen."

Oliver’s extended hand reached through the bars to shake Violet’s. However, his eyes were carefully examining Eddie from head to toe. Eddie, silent behind the bars, observed Oliver while Violet didn’t let go of Eddie’s hand.

Oliver, “I’m here to get you out of here.”

Violet, “I’ll only leave if my friends come with me.”

Oliver glanced first at Eddie, then at John. His expression revealed that he understood how difficult Violet’s demand was.

Oliver “I’m afraid your friends are not my patients. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to do that.”

Violet shrugged, responding with a nonchalant tone, “Then I’m not going.”

A hint of embarrassment spread across Oliver’s face. He looked like someone trying to do his job but caught in the middle of a chaotic situation. Violet didn’t doubt Oliver’s sincerity; however, she knew he wouldn’t be able to see the bigger picture of what was happening within this system. She could explain everything to him right now, but the risk was too great. She decided to start her plan from a simpler angle.

Violet nodded toward Eddie. “You see that man standing there, right?”

Oliver nodded affirmatively.

Violet, “You’ve heard about the murders in Hawkins, haven’t you? Well, he’s the one responsible for them.”

A noticeable fear flickered in Oliver’s eyes. Eddie, seated on his bed with his head in his hands, seemed oblivious to what Violet was saying.

Violet “Now, do you know who my roommate is?” whispered.

This time, Oliver shook his head no.

“It’s Max Mayfield, the girl he almost killed. Now think about it: Does this hospital really care about its rules? I think you need to transfer this patient immediately. Otherwise, Eddie Munson might finish what he started and kill Max. And wouldn’t that also put my life in danger? After all, I’m sharing a room with Max. And you’re my doctor. You’re responsible for me.”

The sound of Oliver swallowing filled the corridor. Behind them, John silently made a gesture of awe, as if to say, Wow. He hadn’t expected Violet to come up with such a plan.

Eddie, his face expressionless, stepped toward the bars. Even though Oliver was outside, he instinctively took a step back. Eddie began speaking in a mocking tone, “If I see that redhead again, tell her I’ll rip her head off this time. I’ve got one more sacrifice to offer the Devil.”

Oliver swallowed again. Then, turning to Brendon, he motioned with his head to unlock the doors. As Brendon unlocked Violet’s cell, he gave her a look of admiration mixed with astonishment.

Violet struggled to hold back her laughter. Madness had its charm sometimes. Whatever you did, no one questioned you. After all, you were insane.

When they emerged from the basement cells and reached the upper floors, Violet took a deep breath. Eddie approached her quietly from behind and whispered in her ear, “I’ll be waiting for you in the common room.”

Violet left the common room, smiling, to follow Oliver. She didn’t know much about this new doctor, but that didn’t matter—for now, all she needed was the pen she had to get from Oliver. When they entered his office, she slumped into a chair, crossing her arms over her stomach and one leg over the other. She planned to leave after answering the routine questions.

Oliver sat at his desk, reviewing a file. His brows were furrowed, as if he were puzzled. After glancing at Violet a few times, he finally asked, “Do you know what day it is today, Mrs George?”

“You can call me Violet,” she replied with a faint smile. “It’s Wednesday.”

Oliver nodded, smiling. “Alright, Violet. Do you know why you’re here?”

Violet tried not to roll her eyes at the routine question. She was here because the crimes pinned on Eddie and the creature Vecna chasing her had led to this point. Of course, she couldn’t explain everything, but she could have a bit of fun.

“The creature Vecna, who made sure all the crimes were pinned on Eddie, started chasing me. So, I was escaping from the hospital to get away from it. Oh, and at the same time, I was going to expose the aliens from the experiments that asshole Dr Arthur conducted on people to the entire world.”

The look of shock on Oliver’s face was almost comical. He glanced back at the file and scribbled something with his pen.

“Given your scores and professional background, I find it very surprising you’re saying such things,” he said in a serious tone. “I thought you might be here because of a misunderstanding. Are you serious?”

Violet answered with a laugh. “Of course I’m not serious.” The relief on Oliver’s face was fleeting.

Violet stifled her laughter as she continued. “I mean, I admit I exaggerated with the aliens. Zombies would’ve been more accurate.”

Oliver froze for a moment before slowly tucking his pen into the outer breast pocket of his doctor’s coat. “I think I’ve tired you enough for today... I have other patients to see,” he said, closing the file. His voice carried a hint of disappointment; his inexperience was obvious.

Violet stood up and was about to leave when a nurse entered the room. “Mr. Owsen, your next patient, Fred Kirk, is waiting at the door.”

Fred Kirk... That name sounded familiar to her. Violet’s mind worked quickly. She took a few steps closer to Oliver and suddenly asked, “Can I give you a hug? Thank you for listening to me.”

Oliver stared at her, unsure of what to say, and Violet hugged him tightly, swiftly snatching the pen with a quick movement of her hand. Then she left the room.

She returned to the common room at a brisk pace. John and Eddie were chatting on the couches. Violet quickly jumped between them. Eddie turned to her and asked curiously.

“Hey, what was the plan? How are we going to reach Steve?”

“If we can’t call him, we’ll write. We’ll send him a letter. Brendon can deliver it, right?” Violet said, determination shining in her eyes.

John nodded in agreement. “But how are we supposed to write? In case you haven’t noticed, even the forks and knives are plastic. You can’t find anything that could be used as a weapon. Not even a pen.”

Violet pulled the pen from her pocket and smiled triumphantly. Eddie looked at her in awe and asked, “Where did you find that?”

Shrugging, Violet replied with a sly expression, “I guess I had to suck up to my doctor a little.”

John raised the question, “What about paper?” 

Eddie laughed and said, “We can write on toilet paper.” Just then, John pulled out a napkin from his pocket and held it out. Violet and Eddie stared at him blankly.

“What? My nose runs. I carry tissues,” John said defensively.

Eddie squinted at him mischievously. “I hope it’s just for your nose,” he said.

Violet rolled her eyes. “Come on, guys, we need to figure out what to write.”

John suggested the simplest message, as if he’d come up with something groundbreaking, “We’re not dead, we’re alive, get us out of here.”

Eddie shook his head, lightly hitting John on the head. “Why don’t we include Arthur’s entire plan too, while we’re at it? Are you crazy? How did you ever work as a cop? What if they read the letter? If they catch us, it’ll be at least three hundred volts for us this time.”

Eddie took the pen and napkin and started writing something. Then he handed it over with a grin. Violet read it aloud curiously, “The Shire is burning, Mordor is burning. But a hobbit never gives up.”

John turned to Eddie with a serious expression. “Mine made more sense. What is this supposed to mean?”

Eddie just rolled his eyes. “You just give it to Brendon, and he’ll send it to Dustin Henderson. That kid’s a genius. He’ll know it’s from me.”

As John tucked the letter into his pocket, Violet’s attention shifted to the new patients in the common room. She hadn’t seen Max yet. Doctor Oliver was now speaking with his new patient. Violet whispered, “Why does the name Fred Kirk sound so familiar?”

John had no hesitation explaining. “Fred Kirk? You mean the Brooklyn Axeman?”

Violet turned to him in fear. “What?”

John shrugged. “It was one of the cases I worked on before they locked me up here. The guy’s a serial killer. He murders his victims with an ax. Last I heard, he was caught and institutionalized. Why do you ask? You probably saw it on the news. It was a big deal.”

Violet pointed to the blond man and asked, nearly trembling, “Please tell me that’s not him.”

John and Eddie both looked in the direction she indicated. John tilted his head and calmly said, “Alright... I won’t tell you.” 

Eddie sighed and added, “Just what we needed, a serial killer. Fantastic.”

Violet took a deep breath and voiced an even darker realization, “Eddie, I’m not sure but I think he’s going to be your cellmate.”

Violet entered the common room in the morning, and Eddie noticed her immediately. He quickly walked over to her and hugged her tightly. “Are you okay?” he asked, looking into her eyes with concern. Violet nodded in affirmation, then answered in a weary voice, “Are you okay?”

Eddie shrugged. “My roommate broke someone’s nose on the first day, so he’ll be stuck in a cell for a few days. So yeah, I was alone yesterday. What about you? Did you see Max?”

Violet shook her head. “No, I was alone too,” she said.

When Violet noticed John smoking a cigarette on the couch behind Eddie, she frowned. “Where did he even get that cigarette?” she asked. Eddie rolled his eyes and gave her a look that said, Don’t even ask.

“Brendon came by before you arrived,” Eddie said, changing the subject. “He sent the letter yesterday by the fastest mail service. It probably reached them last night.”

“What letter?” a voice asked suddenly, making them both turn in the same direction at the same time.

Hearing a shaky, hurt voice, they both froze for a moment. A red-haired girl with tear-filled eyes and trembling hands was looking at them, embarrassed but scared. Violet guessed she couldn’t be more than 18 or 19 years old. The shock on Eddie’s face was unmistakable. “Max?” Eddie said, his voice filled with uncertainty. Max immediately ran toward him, throwing her arms around him and sobbing uncontrollably.

Eddie stood still for a few seconds, then finally hugged her back. Violet watched them in astonishment. Eddie pulled away slightly, holding Max by her shoulders, and bent down so that their faces were level. “Is it really you?” he asked. Max nodded while wiping her tears.

“When I woke up here, I opened my eyes. I don’t know what’s going on. What are you doing here? What am I doing here? Are we... dead?” Max asked, her voice trembling. Eddie glanced at Violet; they were both thinking the same thing. Could Vecna have used Max to lure them here and then disappeared? Or was this some sort of trap? They had to tread carefully until they figured it out.

Max turned to Eddie and asked, “Why are they still keeping you here? Why am I here? If I’ve woken up, can’t we prove you’re innocent now?”

Violet shrugged but said nothing. If Max found out she had played a role in Eddie being locked up here, she might just have a heart attack on the spot, Violet thought to herself.

Deep down, Violet was sure Max was genuinely herself. Looking at her, she didn’t sense the dark, ominous presence she had felt when confronting Vecna. That intense fear she had once experienced wasn’t there when she looked into Max’s eyes now.

Max wasn’t done with her questions. “And what’s this letter about?”

Before Violet could respond, John cut in, gesturing toward Eddie and Violet with his cigarette.

“These two idiots—everyone thinks they’re dead. But as you can see, they’re right here, alive and kicking. See?” John said, nudging Eddie with his foot. Eddie lightly smacked John’s leg in return, grumbling irritably.

Max continued anxiously, “Did you send it to guys? I hope they don’t make the mistake of calling here. If they do, the people here will know you’ve been communicating with them.”

Eddie smiled faintly and shrugged. “I don’t think they’d do something that dumb. I mean, these guys saved the world. More than once.”

Just then, a nurse approached Violet. “Dr. Oliver Owsen is expecting you,” he said in a formal tone.

Violet sighed, standing up, and began walking toward the doctor seated at a nearby table. “Another day of pretending to be crazy,” she thought to herself. This charade, in a way, was starting to amuse her.

She had even managed to scare the doctor about Eddie. She now realized how much fun Eddie had been having with her in their therapy sessions before Eddie's innocence was exposed.The man was afraid of everything.

Here, people could do anything—spit on the floor, behave disgustingly, or even walk around naked—and no one cared. Because you were ‘crazy,’ and that made everything acceptable. Violet pulled a chair and sat across from the doctor, her eyes still on Eddie in the background.

Oliver coughed lightly to draw attention. Violet turned her gaze away from Eddie to him, then sank back into her chair, folding her arms across her chest. The seriousness on his face made it clear that this wasn’t going to be an ordinary conversation.

“Violet, I need to ask you something,” Oliver said in a low but determined voice.

Violet tilted her head back and took a deep breath. “Are you going to ask me what day it is today?” she asked in a slightly sarcastic tone.

“No,” Oliver replied, ignoring her reaction. “I want to ask you something about a patient.”

This unexpected response piqued Violet’s interest. She raised her head curiously and looked at Oliver’s face attentively. “Have you ever heard of a patient named Ginny Jones here? Or seen her?” he asked.

After a brief pause, Violet shook her head to indicate no. “Why are you asking?” she replied, somewhat cautiously.

“There’s a reason I came here. I’m not here by coincidence. I’m looking for someone,” Oliver said, his voice carrying a stronger emphasis.

Violet sighed, lifting her hands in a gesture of indifference, and yawned. “Everyone’s looking for someone, buddy. That’s life,” she replied, with little interest.

“Violet, I’m asking you to be yourself for a few seconds,” Oliver said impatiently. “It’s obvious that this isn’t you. I can see how intelligent you are. I’ll pretend to believe your crazy stories again, I promise. But right now, I need your help. I went to the corridor of Ward C that you mentioned yesterday. All the rooms had been cleared out. Someone had taken everything there in a hurry.”

At these words, Violet raised her eyebrows and began listening to Oliver more attentively. She was now certain that he was really here looking for someone. The concern in his voice made it clear how important that person was to him.

“I wish I could help you,” Violet said, with a slight hint of regret, “but I’ve never even heard of the person you’re talking about while working here.”

Oliver fell silent for a moment, rubbing his forehead with his hand. “Tell me about this Dr. Arthur,” he said finally. “And his experiments.”

Violet fell into deep thought at this point. She knew one of the biggest shortcomings here was belief. No one would believe you if you said you saw a ghost, had a murderer chasing you, or claimed that you weren’t actually insane. But if someone did believe you, it either meant they had also lost their mind or they truly knew something.

She was certain that Oliver wasn’t a madman. The fire of vengeance in his eyes showed that he was capable of truly doing something about it.

John turned to Eddie, his expression curious as he broke the silence. "What’s wrong, man?" he asked, his voice low.

Eddie tilted his head toward Oliver and Violet, his jaw tightening slightly as he watched the two of them deep in conversation. "Him," Eddie said, nodding toward Oliver. "His existence is enough."

John raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"

"There doesn’t need to be a reason. There’s just something... off about him," Eddie replied, a hint of irritation in his tone. "I can feel it."

John shrugged, his casual demeanor unbothered. "He’s just doing his job," he pointed out.

Eddie’s eyes narrowed as he leaned forward. "There’s something weird about him. I can sense it."

Before John could respond, a staff member entered the room. John quickly tossed his cigarette to the ground, stomping on it hastily, his hand fanning away the lingering smoke. 

Eddie stretched out on the couch, arms folded behind his head, while Max sat nearby, her gaze darting nervously around the room.

"You’ll get used to it in a few days, Max," Eddie said, a teasing grin spreading across his face.

Max rolled her eyes. "I’m not crazy, Eddie."

Eddie let out a sharp laugh. "But I am. The sooner you accept it, the easier it gets."

John nudged Eddie’s leg with his hand, an insistent poke that drew Eddie’s attention.

"What now?" Eddie snapped, feigning exasperation. "Can’t you leave me alone for two minutes? You’re exhausting."

The playful remark hung in the air as Eddie’s gaze wandered to the ceiling, his eyes tracing the outlines of the religious motifs painted above.

John cleared his throat. "Uh, Eddie?"

"Hmm?" Eddie muttered without looking at him.

"Those friends you always talk about—Steve and, uh, what’s-his-name..."

Eddie turned his head, his brow furrowing. "Yeah, what about them?"

"You said they weren’t dumb enough to call here," John said, his voice cautious.

Eddie sat up straight, his posture suddenly alert. 

His gaze followed John’s, locking onto the sight of Steve standing in the hallway, wearing a blue patient outfit, his curious eyes peering into the room. Beside him was Jonathan.

Rubbing his eyes as if to ensure he wasn’t dreaming, Eddie glanced at Max, who looked back at him with equal disbelief.

"Yeah," Eddie muttered, his voice dripping with irritation. "I was wrong. They’re even dumber than I thought."

Eddie stormed toward Steve, whose grin stretched so wide it showcased every one of his teeth. Steve nudged Jonathan with his elbow, who also broke into a smile upon seeing Eddie.

Their expressions faltered, though, as Eddie’s face grew darker the closer he got. Without hesitation, Eddie smacked each of them on the back of the head.

"What are you idiots doing here?" Eddie demanded, his tone sharp. "Steve, did you forget where the hairdresser’s is? And you, Jonathan? I thought you were the smart one!"

Steve raised a finger to his lips, motioning for Eddie to lower his voice. "You might want to yell a little louder," Steve quipped. "That mustached lady over there didn’t hear you."

Across the room, a woman seated alone at a table playing with domino tiles raised her hand. "I heard you, sweetheart," she called out.

Eddie couldn’t help but laugh despite himself, though the irritation lingered on Steve’s face.

Steve leaned in slightly, his voice more subdued. "Hopper got us in. We’re here to help you."

John, now chewing on a gum, glanced between Eddie and his friends, his expression unimpressed. "Great. Did  this Hopper guy also mention there’s no way out once you’re in here?"

Jonathan and Steve exchanged uneasy glances, but Eddie’s frustration boiled over. His teeth clenched as he grabbed both of them by the arms and dragged them to a corner.

"Vecna’s in Max, huh?" Eddie hissed. "That’s what you told Violet?"

Steve hesitated, his expression grim. "I don’t think so anymore," he admitted. "Actually, part of why we’re here is because of that. Vecna’s weak right now. Even if he picks a new victim, he doesn’t have the strength to take their life. So he’s waiting—for the weakest moment, the most miserable time."

"Dustin said the best place for that would be..." Jonathan started.

"An asylum," Steve finished for him.

Eddie raised his hand like a student seeking permission to speak. "Hold on a second. Are you telling me Vecna could possess anyone here?"

Steve nodded solemnly, confirming Eddie’s worst fear.

Steve’s voice carried a determined and calm confidence. "The more of us there are here, the safer we’ll be," he said. "We have to back each other up. They’re going to release Max today. She’s going to change the statement she gave about you. Once you’re out, we’ll get out too."

A shadow crossed Eddie’s face, his gaze trembling with worry. "What about Violet?" he asked, his voice slightly rising. "And John?"

Jonathan gently placed a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, his eyes carrying a soothing expression. "One thing at a time, Eddie" he said softly. "Let’s get you out first."

Eddie turned his head and gestured toward Max, who was sitting in the corner of the room. His gaze revealed a deep concern. "Don’t you think we should check if Vecna is inside her before we send her out of here?" he asked, his words hanging in the air like an echo.

Steve frowned, pausing for a moment as if in thought, then spoke as though he had figured it out. "Vecna hates heat," he said.

Jonathan nodded in agreement, his expression hinting at an answer to Eddie’s worry. "When he got into Will, he ran away from the fire in fear," he added. "We have a chance."

Steve’s gaze wandered around the room as he continued with a bit more hesitation. "But where are we going to find fire in here?"

A faint smile appeared on Eddie’s face. His eyes shifted to John, who was lighting a cigarette across the room. "I know," he said.

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[harryssyndrome]

Backstage To My Heart

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧?

Ashley and Rave burst into the cozy warmth of the coffee shop, both laughing breathlessly, their clothes damp from the sudden downpour outside. The smell of fresh coffee and the hum of quiet conversations welcomed them as they shook off the rain. The city outside was blurred by the droplets racing down the glass, but inside, the warmth of the café wrapped around them like a soft blanket.

"That was sooo worth getting drenched," Rave grinned, wiping her damp forehead with the back of her hand.

"I know right? The London Eye is magical," Ashley added, Ashley grinned, her cheeks flushed from the run. "Worth it though. I haven’t laughed like that in ages."

Ashley grinned, her eyes sparkling. "And that hilarious pod mate who couldn't stop taking selfies!”

“That type of guys are everywhere!”

They found a small table by the window, with raindrops dancing against the glass, blurring the view of the streets beyond. Settling into their chairs, they caught their breath, the excitement of the afternoon still lingering. Ashley dug into her soggy bag and rummaging through it pulled out a well-worn notebook, her song diary. “I just hope this didn't get ruined..." She flipped it open, checking the pages carefully.

"Is it okay?" Rave asked, leaning over the table.

Ashley smiled in relief. "Dry as a bone, thank god. I don’t know what I would’ve done if this journal had ruined." she said, flipping through the pages.

But as she did, Rave’s eyes caught on something tucked between the pages—a photo peeking out. With a knowing smirk, she reached over and gently tugged at the corner of the picture. “You carry him everywhere you go, huh?” she teased.

Ashley glanced down and saw the photo of Harry, her heart giving a little flutter. She nodded with a soft smile. "Guilty as charged. I need him to even think of ideas."

Shaking off the moment, she clicked her pen and began to jot down some new song ideas in the margins of the page. The rain outside became a soft, steady rhythm as they chatted idly.

Suddenly, the soft patter of tiny footsteps interrupted their conversation. A little girl, no older than three, came running up to their table with wide, curious eyes. Her blonde curls bounced with every step, and her small voice chimed like a bell.

"Hi! I'm Grace!" she announced proudly, staring up at Ashley with a beaming smile.

Ashley looked up, surprised by the tiny visitor standing at their table. She and Rave exchanged amused glances before Ashley responded, "Well, hello, Grace. I'm Ashley, and this is my friend Rave."

Grace giggled and pointed at the empty chair next to them. "Can I sit?"

Ashley chuckled, picking up the little girl and gently placing her in the chair. "Of course you can."

Grace immediately made herself comfortable, swinging her tiny legs as she engaged them in a childish, animated conversation about her favourite animals and the rain. In the midst of Grace's animated storytelling, her gaze landed on the photo lying beside Ashley's diary. Her face brightened even more, if that were possible. She pointed with wide eyes.

"Hey! You know my uncle?!"

Ashley blinked, confused for a moment, her mind racing. Uncle? But before she could piece it together, a familiar voice—one that made her heart race—came from behind them.

“Grace! There you are,” Harry’s voice, deep and warm, drifted over. Ashley froze, recognizing it instantly. She turned slowly as Harry approached the table, his eyes locking onto Grace first before flicking over to meet Ashley's. “You little troublemaker!” he said, scooping his niece up from the chair. "You had me worried! You trying to get me in trouble with your mom?" He tickled her, and Grace let out a shriek of laughter.

Ashley stared at him, her mind racing. She couldn’t believe her own eyes at the scene in front of her. It was the Harry Styles—his familiar smile, the playful gleam in his eyes. The photo of him was still on the table between them, and Ashley swallowed nervously. She gestured Rave with her eyes to hide the picture so that the already good moment doesn’t turn into a awkward one. Rave quickly grabbed the picture and placed it inside the diary.

"Sorry about that," Harry said with an apologetic grin, ruffling Grace’s curls. "She’s more social than I’ll ever be, even with people her own age."

Ashley smiled, trying to steady her breath. "Oh, she’s been a complete sweetheart! Trust me.”

Harry stood beside the table, still holding Grace in his arms, his eyes fixed on Ashley. There was something in the way she looked at him—familiar, comfortable—but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He cleared his throat, trying to bridge the gap of time between them.

“So, what have you been up to? You know, aside from making new friends with little rebels like Grace,” he asked with a light chuckle, nodding toward his niece, who was currently fiddling with a napkin on the table.

Ashley smiled, feeling the warmth of his attention. “Oh, you know, the usual... college, assignments. Just trying to balance everything,” she said, then hesitated for a second, her eyes flicking out the window to the rain-soaked streets. “And, uh… I sing part-time at this little place downtown.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, interest immediately piqued. “You’re singing? Like... professionally?”

Ashley gave a small laugh, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. “Well, I don’t know if you’d call it professional. It’s just a gig at this local bar. Helps with the rent, you know?”

“Really?” Harry tilted his head, surprised. “I didn’t know that. How long have you been doing that?”

Ashley shrugged. “A few months, I guess. It’s tough, but I love it. Singing’s always been... everything to me. Even when I’m struggling, it’s kind of the one thing that keeps me going.”

Harry’s expression softened, and for a moment, he could see her in a new light—not just as the girl he’d met through his niece, but as someone who was quietly fighting her own battles in the background, chasing her dreams just as he had once done. There was something about her honesty, her vulnerability, that tugged at him.

Just as Harry was about to ask more, Grace’s small voice cut through their conversation. “Uncle Harry, look!” she giggled, reaching for Ashley’s diary on the table. “She has a picture of—”

Ashley’s eyes widened slightly, her heart skipping a beat. Before Harry could react, she quickly leaned forward and placed a finger playfully over Grace’s lips. “Shhh...,” she said in a conspiratorial whisper, grinning at the little girl. “That’s our little secret, okay?”

Grace giggled, nodding, her curls bouncing with the movement.

Harry glanced between the two of them, his brow furrowed slightly with curiosity, though he didn’t press the matter. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “What’s this about a picture?”

Ashley waved it off with a light laugh, trying to play it cool. “Oh, nothing. Grace is just being... well, Grace.”

But before Harry could probe any further, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and glanced at the screen, his expression shifting as he saw his sister’s name flash across it. “It’s Gemma. I should probably get Grace back to her before she sends out a search party.” Harry quips, says his sister’s name like the girls already knew her.

Ashley nodded, a mix of relief and disappointment settling in. “Of course, don’t let me keep you.”

Harry stood up straighter, adjusting Grace in his arms as he pocketed his phone. “But hey, I’d really like to see you again,” he said, his tone sincere, his eyes meeting hers with a warmth that made her heart skip. “Maybe... we could catch up properly sometime?”

Ashley smiled, her nerves fluttering unexpectedly. “I’d like that.”

Harry gave her one last glance, his gaze lingering on her longer than usual, as if he wanted to say something more but wasn’t quite sure how to. Instead, he simply nodded. “I’ll make sure of it.”

As he turned to leave, Grace wriggled in his arms, leaning toward Ashley with a wide smile. “Bye, Ashley!” she chirped.

Ashley leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Remember, Grace—our little secret, okay?”

Grace giggled again, nodding furiously. “Okay! Secret!”

Harry glanced down at Grace, raising an eyebrow. “What secret?”

“Nothing,” Ashley and Grace said in unison, causing both women to burst into laughter.

Harry gave them both a bemused smile before shaking his head. “Alright, alright. I’ll leave you two to your secrets.”

With one final smile, Harry was about to walk out of the coffee shop, when Grace break lose from her uncle’s grasp and runs back to Ashley, “Oh my, little escapist!” chuckling to herself she bends down to wrap her arms around the little girl and gently kissing her forehead before releasing her, “I’ll see you soon okay? Don’t wanna keep your uncle waiting now, do we?” Grace nods her head swiftly before giving a soft peck on Ashley’s cheek and running off to Harry who watched the whole interaction with sweet smile never leaving his face. He grabbed his niece’s hand and stepped out of the coffee parlour, the bell above the door jingling softly as it closed behind him. Ashley watched him disappear into the rainy streets, her mind still buzzing from the unexpected encounter.

As she sat back in her chair, she found herself smiling. The feelings were resurfacing for Harry—something that had always drawn her in. And now, even after all this time, that feeling hadn’t faded. If anything, it was stronger.

Rave, who had been quietly observing the entire interaction, finally leaned in with a teasing grin. “Well, that was interesting.”

Ashley chuckled, shaking her head. “Yeah… interesting is one way to put it.”

“She really adores you.”

“Me too.”

A/N: The first chapter is up!! I’m so happy with how this one turned out! Like, comment and reblog are appreciated. DO NOT REPOST MY WORK I WILL FIND YOU. Please let me know what you think about the story so far and if you wanna be added to the tag-list so let me know in the comment section below or via DMs.

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Posted on: September 30th, 2024

[readingcomics-sometimeshiatus]

Sapphic Webtoon Masterlist

One day I thought that maybe it should exist a list with all the sapphic stories of webtoon since is so hard to find.

today I decided to make this list

you can also comment stories that are not listed here!

Sapphic = woman loving woman. although this name means any queer woman (e.g. lesbians, pansexuals, etc.), in this list will only have the ones where the main couple are two woman (or one is not a man).

Last updated: January 23th, 2024

please check up the reblogs to see when the last time was updated if you see this on a reblog!

Originals

Not So Shoujo Love Story (comedy, in progress)

Romance-super-fan Rei Chan is ready for her first boyfriend and she knows just who it'll be: the most handsome boy in school, Hansum Ochinchin. But her plans for the perfect love story are derailed when the most popular girl in class declares herself a rival….for Rei's heart?! This is the year her not so shoujo love story begins!

Nevermore (supernatural, in progress);

There is nothing definitive about life after death, except the involuntary enrollment at the mysterious Nevermore Academy. Now Lenore and Annabel Lee must begin their curriculum to recover the memories of their tragic demise. Between the Dean's macabre demeanor and the tell-tale dangers of Final Exams, both girls must learn to rely on one another and their newly acquired ghost forms, or Spectres, to not only graduate from the academy… but to earn a second chance at life.

Night Owls & Summer Skies (romance, completed);

Despite her tough exterior, seventeen year-old Emma Lane has never been the outdoorsy type. So when her mother unceremoniously dumps her at Camp Mapplewood for the summer, she’s determined to get kicked out fast. However, when she draws the attention of Vivian Black, a mysterious and gorgeous assistant counselor, she discovers that there may be more to this camp than mean girls and mosquitos. There might even be love.

Realta (fantasy, in progress);

When the world was new, the twelve star signs descended to bless humanity with magic according to their date of birth. Fourteen worthy people, called the “Realta,” were given a star from each Sign that allowed them to receive prophecies of the future called “horoscopes” and summon great power to defeat the Fae: beings that tormented humanity. However, much has changed since Elowen was a child. Magic is illegal, the Fae are getting stronger, and the Realta have been forgotten…until our Virgo meets a certain Capricorn.

Muted (supernatural, completed);

On the full moon of her 21st year, the young witch, Camille Severin, is expected to perform the traditional ritual to summon forth a winged demon for her families success and prosperity. But when the ritual goes wrong, it reveals the terrifying truths about herself and the secrets that threaten to tear her family apart.

Mage & Demon Queen (comedy, completed;

Adventurers seek to take the demon queen’s head, but a love-struck young female mage wishes to take her hand. Join us won’t you, for this bawdy tale of love and persistence set inside a real-life RPG.

REVEAL OUT! (romance, will return);

Eeden thought she'd missed out on life: her art career is a disaster, her landlord kicked her out, and worst of all, she's never even had a girlfriend! But life takes a turn when a chance encounter with an old crush sends her back in time. Now she's 18 again and starting college, with a chance to get everything right. Armed with a plan and a crush, Eeden knows exactly how to create the life full of joy she deserves: make it bold, make it beautiful, and most of all, make it gay!!

High Class Homos (comedy, in progress);

Princess Sapphia of Mytilene is not into princes. So, when her parents start putting the heat on her to get hitched, she enlists the help of her equally gay best friend, Prince August of Phthia. But will these two royals be able to pull off a convincing sham marriage? More importantly, will Sapphia ever land a date with the castle maids? Follow these high class homos as they navigate life, love, and (occasionally) their actual jobs.

Finding Wonderland (fantasy, completed);

In Wonderland, Alex is the Ace. When tasked with hunting down the nefarious Black Knave and his scourge of Nightmares, Alex begins to have visions of another world beyond: our world. In reality, Alex is a normal teen who has been placed in a dangerous simulation to draw out a scientist’s lost son. And time is quickly running out.

Aerial Magic (fantasy, completed);

The daily life of an apprentice witch.

Always Human (romance, completed);

This is a story about nanobots, genetic engineering, and two girls falling in love. No matter how technology changes us, we'll always be human.

Savior (fantasy, completed);

Wohn Ku is a vampire that needs human blood to survive. As a tenderhearted child, she led a tortured existence until a girl named Seyeon willingly became her steady blood source. Seyeon stood by Wohn throughout their school years, defending her from bullies. Fast forward to the present where they move in together ahead of their freshman year of college. Seyeon remains fiercely protective of her friend, but Wohn is ready for a fresh start. When a devoutly religious sophomore girl named Juyi showers her with kindness, Wohn emerges from her shell only to realize that Juyi had once been her father’s kidnapping victim, a potential blood source she had refused to bite. Juyi grows closer to Wohn without remembering the incident, fueling jealousy in Seyeon. Will Juyi prove to be a savior washing away Wohn’s guilt, or will she ruin a vampire’s dream of redemption?

CANVAS

My Dragon Girlfriend (romance/slice of life, in progress);

Christy is saved from a bad date by a dragon girl and introduced to world of magical creatures while falling in love with her savior.

Susuhara Is A Demon (slice of life/romance, in progress);

After a perfect girl encounters an infamous delinquent, her life is thrusted into a whirlwind of chaos! Strap in for a ride jam-packed with terribly embarrassing flirting techniques, kick-ass delinquents and existential dread by the buttload! Nothing could possibly go wrong in this perfectly imperfect love story.

Fatal Kiss (romance/supernatural, in progress);

What would you do if your crush was a monster?

The Pirate and The Princess (romance/historic, in progress);

Princess Kirianna has been raised for two purposes; marriage and succession. As a dutiful, intelligent, and optimistic girl, she came to terms with her fate long ago, and simply longs to be content. The last thing she expected was to be pulled into a life of piracy, by a woman in disguise who has a strange grudge against Kirianna's father, and a secret of her own to hide…. Captain is given male pronouns by me until her name drop in Chapter 10!

Eldritch Darling (supernatural/comedy, in progress);

What if we kissed and we were both girls? And one of us was an oblivious human and the other was a dark eldritch abomination creature from beyond the stars??

Deep Sea (romance/fantasy, in progress);

Atarah is convinced : she is not cut out to be a princess. And when her father tells her that the time has come for her to get married, the world of the young princess crumbles: her heart dreams of adventure, and not of an arranged marriage! It is therefore at the worst of times that Atarah meets Robin, a pirate with questionable morals and a tumultuous past. But where will this crazy encounter lead her heart?

The Siren's Light (romance/fantasy, in progress);

I was sinking, the darkness was slowly surrounding me. The depth of the sea was pulling me lower and lower, I could no longer see the moonlight that glowed from above. But, Who was this silver-haired beautiful creature with an alluring voice swimming towards me? "You are a beautiful one." Her voice was so clear and soothing. And before I knew it, She kissed me. Who was this creature you asked? A siren. A flirtatious, annoying siren that changed my life forever. Author: @roseyluv143 (wattpad)

In My Heart (romance/drama, in progress);

Sasaki Mari is a typical delinquent troublemaker whose only goal is to get a boyfriend, but due to her reputation as bully and low grades, all the boys reject her. Then she decides to change her style, and asks for help from the student with the best grades in the class.

My Devotion to You (romance/drama, in progress);

For the past five years, Catalina has spent all-nighters studying and acing exams to become number the one student and prove her place in the academy. Unfortunately, no matter how much she tried…she has been stuck as number two…all because of Valeria Graham. Valerie is tired and does not expect this year to be much different. She will maintain her Top Student title just like her family expects her to. It would be like any other year…right? And so, their final year begins.

My Cat is a Wizard (fantasy/romance, in progress);

Caitlyn is a just an ordinary, struggling student in her final year of university… Or so she thinks. After having her heart broken yet again, her cat suddenly becomes human. She must now juggle the difficulties of school, work, and all the twists and turns life keeps throwing at her: like her cat/roommate being a wizard. Can Cait still fall in love while magic slowly takes over her world?

Honey and Venom (romance/heartwarming; in progress);

An ancient Roman goddess is reunited with her priestess 2000 in the future, but she doesn't remember her! The closer they grow, the more secrets their shared past reveals, all while an ancient adversary lurks in the shadows.

Greta the Red Wolf (supernatural/action, in progress);

An injured wolf pup and an abandoned baby appear at the doorstep of a couple’s home near the woods. The couple decides to take them in, but little did they know that the wolf was actually a werewolf, and the baby a vampire! Despite their shocked human parents, Greta the werewolf and Vincent the vampire had a blissful upbringing. However, as Greta and Vincent grow older, their quiet, peaceful lives are threatened as they discover the secret world of witches, vampires, and werewolves.

RAINBOW! (slice of life/romance, in progress);

Overly imaginative teenager Boo Meadows has always escaped her daily grind by living with her head in the clouds-- for better or worse. But when she meets the girl of her daydreams, it may finally be time to face reality.

Winter Before Spring (drama/romance, in progress);

Hana has recently just fallen in love with her best friend, who just happens to be a girl. After a confrontation with her best friend, Hana accidentally blurts out and confesses her true feelings. Fearing that she would be rejected, her friend accepts her feelings graciously and they start dating. Is this a dream? Hana, overwhelmed with happiness as her wish came true- is suddenly struck down, her world crashing down as she finds out the nasty truth about her best friend.

The Hideout (romance/drama, hiatus);

Nadia is a 18 year old teenage girl that’s finishing high school and working part-time on her aunts coffee shop named “The Hideout” Nadia also happens to not be very lucky when it comes to the love department and that, mixed with overworking herself, has taken a toll on her quite heavily recently. Reading direction is left to right

The Grand Priestess (fantasy/action, hiatus);

Verashana, a powerful sorceress, delves into the past after an incident separates her from her lover, hoping to learn more about the tragedy that occurred. Her hidden memories resurface, and she unlocks a world that she didn't know she was a part of. Now, she must find out where it all started, and where it all went wrong.

Love, Lila (romance/drama, hiatus);

A one-sided love & rivalry between an aspiring ballerina and an artist. Irene comes from a strict and close-minded household which is against her pursuing a career in arts, as a result of her upbringing she became cold, insecure, and distrustful. Then she met Lila, a perfect girl who has everything and is everything Irene wishes to become. But as she gets to know Lila better, she discovers that her privileged upbringing actually hides a traumatic family secret.

Facing the Sun (sci-fi/drama, in progress);

Fear. Grief. Trauma. Guilt. Love, all seen through the eyes of a dysfunctional android prototype well past her estimated lifespan.

I LIKE MY BEST-FRIEND (drama, ongoing);

(since I'm on phone, I'm gonna put this one later)

Unleashed (romance, ongoing);

(since I'm on phone, I'm gonna put this one later)

Pick Me!! (romance, ongoing);

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Lotus and the Dandelion (fantasy, ongoing);

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The Greenhouse (drama, ongoing);

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I want to be your wife! (drama, completed);

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Warm Spring Rain (romance; ongoing);

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What's A Soulmate (heart-warming; ongoing);

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5 More Minutes (romance, ongoing);

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Slice of Life (heart-warming, ongoing);

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Our Secret (drama, ongoing);

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Don't Look at the Sky (fantasy, ongoing);

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Somebody to you (romance, ongoing);

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[daisyblog]

Show Me Love

A Harry Styles Story

Trigger warnings:  18+, anxiety, sexual content, strong language, emotional abuse, alcohol use, undiagnosed/struggling with learning difficulty. 

Summary: Harry and Evie meet at university, bond over their shared love for music and pop-rock bands.

Whilst Evie struggles with anxiety, loving herself and her difficult family dynamic, Harry lives with a calm, content and happy life surrounded by a loving family, everything she has ever dreamed of.

Evie doesn’t realise she’s looking for love until Harry shows her what love really is and she doesn’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up.

Chapters: Chapter One: Evie

Chapter Two: Harry

Chapter Three: Evie

Chapter Four: Harry

[crispy-armpit]

♱ 𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕲𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 ♱

Welcome to my church.

My name is Adam, otherwise known as Father Greed. I am God's first creation, or as you mortals call it, the first human.

I am a being that is neither man nor animal. I am both serpent and a child of God- the deceiver to have granted Eve the forbidden fruit.

Evil or not, I am merely a convoy. I guide you towards the crossroads of love and obsession, and you shall choose how the tale goes.

So, I must ask you...

Which path will you venture down?

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Yandere Rockstar (he/him)

General: a mysterious, world-renown superstar with a rough past. he writes his own songs and is the frontman of the band, Ares. he is an 'emotional omnivore'/overwhelmer, obsessive, masochist-sadist yandere.

Physical: 6'5/195 cm tall, tattooed & toned body, 6 ear piercings, 4 facial piercings, pair of nipple piercings, 5 genital piercings (yeah..), 9 inches

Part 1 Part 2

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Yandere Jock (he/him)

General: the star quarterback of your college's rugby team, the Panthers. he is extremely influential in the school & real world. he is an overprotective & clingy yandere.

Physical: 6'0/183 cm, shoulder-length hair when untied, slim-toned body with a few scars, 7 inches

One shot

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Yandere Sea God (he/she/they)

General: an ancient ocean deity whose origins are unknown. they are said to be the god of raging tides and safe travels, and have the ability to transform between any gender (prefers male form). they are under an ancient curse. they are a sadistic, possessive, self-indulgent, eliminator yandere.

Physical: 9'7/292 cm, very big muscle body, sparkly skin like a pearl, 18 inches (he has 2 of them..)

Oneshot

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Yandere Secret Agent (he/they)

General: a secret agent working for a mysterious government organisation specialising in supernatural threats. he is their most trusted employee. they are a cold-hearted, stalker, visceral yandere.

Physical: 5'10/178 cm, 1 facial piercing +1 tongue + 1 earing (there's a backstory i swear), slim-fit scarred body, 7.5 inches

Oneshot

Related Asks & Artworks

All

2k Special (Deimos & Liam Poly + art) reacting to y/n splitting watermelon with thighs ethnicities? chubby reader

Deimos

What he sounds like Carving your full name (art) Biting + head pats (art)

Liam

The morning after (art) Liam with a dominant reader (art) gyatt (art)

[sunnypopoki]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 —

[ 𝗔 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘀 … ]

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ! ɪᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ, ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ.

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴʏ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄɪᴢᴇᴅ! ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ ꜱɪɢɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴏxɪᴄ, ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜʟᴛ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴏʀ/ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ? ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴏɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀꜱᴋ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛꜰᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ.

𝙄𝙁 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙎𝙀𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙋𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙈𝙔 𝙊𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎 (𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙈𝙪𝙯𝙯𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙/𝙌𝙪𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙫) 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙈 𝙈𝙀!!! 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙢 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩. 𝘿𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮.

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☆- angst, ♢- fluff, 〇- mature

𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 (𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 〇

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 (𝘈𝘔𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 〇

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘝𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 (𝘈𝘔𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : TBW

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 (𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 𝘛��𝘞

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 (𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 𝘛𝘉𝘞

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯 (𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 𝘛𝘉𝘞

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 (𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 𝘛𝘉𝘞

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

⦾ ━ 𝘔𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦 (𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) | 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 : 〇♢☆

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

⦾ ━ “𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘵” (𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘹 𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : TBW

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𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬 (𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 𝘛𝘉𝘞

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘡𝘰𝘳𝘰 (𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 𝘛𝘉𝘞

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘪 (𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 𝘛𝘉𝘞

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 (𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 𝘛𝘉𝘞

𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

⦾ ━ “𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘌𝘺𝘦𝘴” (𝘔𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬 𝘹 𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 𝘛𝘉𝘞

𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

⦾ ━ 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥! 𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵.

[baseballbitch116]

However Long It Takes Masterlist

Klaus Mikaelson x oc slowburn

Charlotte Fell has had a troubled life. Her mom is a close friend of Kelly Donovan - Matt’s mother - and wherever Kelly goes, Charlotte’s mother follows. So it was just her when she was turned into a vampire. Charlotte’s never really had anyone to count on other than herself or Matt. She’s never bonded much with anyone before - until her senior year - when she met the “Originals.” She found them intriguing and misunderstood - especially the hybrid. Something about his darkness just felt so… relatable. There was an undeniable tension between the two, something that Charlotte’s friends absolutely hated. Is Klaus really as dangerous as he puts on? Would he hurt her? Or is she in way over her head?

This fanfiction slow burn series will have approximately 20 chapters. Last updated 7/8/2024.

Do not repost or claim my work as your own. This story and Charlotte Fell belong to baseballbitch116 only.

Chapter One - Homecoming

Chapter Two - The Grill

Chapter Three - The Ball

Chapter Four - 1920's

Chapter Five - The Vampire Hunter

Chapter Six - I Dare You

Chapter Seven - The Pageant

Chapter Eight - Confrontations...

[wonderfullyinlovewithlife]

Hi, how are you?

If it wouldn’t be too much may I request a Finn x Reader witchy fluffy? Maybe light jealous Finn?

Hi Doll,

I’m so sorry for the late response! I’ve been really good thank you. How about yourself?

As for what I’ve cooked up, I hope you like it!

Finn Mikelson x Witch!Reader, Fluff

You sat at your vanity, idly picking at the little ceramic cats you had been gifted by a relative a few years back. They were cute, out-dated, but cute. One orange cat, no bigger than your forefinger was dressed in blue overalls, whereas the white pussycat had a pink sunhat. The orange one came to kiss what you assumed to be the girl cat on the cheek. 

‘Are you still upset with me?’ Finn called from where he stood leaning against the doorway, mindful so as to not come into your bedroom uninvited. He was so gentlemanly in that regard. Observing rules of decorum that you thought had long passed. But now, you just founded a little annoying. He could come into your bedroom, for goodness sake, he was supposed to be your boyfriend. 

‘No.’ You said, staring holes into the little pink sunhat. 

‘You are. And I don’t want you to be. I didn’t mean to offend you with what I said.’

‘You didn’t.’

‘Then may I come in?’

You turned to look at him then. In truth, you weren’t annoyed with him for not calling. But your exhaustion at this past week was making it hard to keep your state in check. ‘Do whatever you want Finn, I’m not the boss of you.’

He walked right over to you and placed his hands on top of your head, gently manoeuvring you to look up at him, so your eyes would meet in the reflection of the oval mirror. 

‘You know you have my heart, so I say this in gest, but I hadn’t expected you to be so child-like in your tantrums.’

‘Of course, you’d think that, compared to you, I am a child. Most people would be children compared to you. You’re like a gazillion years old.’

He pinched your cheek at that. ‘I’m not sorry about what I said before. I want you serious. But I don’t like it when you don’t talk to me.’

You looked down at your little cats, but he was having none of it. Again, he brought your focus back to him. ‘It’s an old spell. Unnecessarily complex for the sake of it. I didn’t mean to imply that I thought you weren’t taking this seriously, but I do want you present. Fully.’

‘Yeah, yeah. I know.’ 

‘So, am I forgiven?’

You winked at him. ‘Depends on whether we go out to eat or not.’

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Finn had grown accustomed to the Mystic Grill out of necessity. In his opinion, it was too loud and busy, and the food, though perfectly reasonable, was not so good as to have him justify coming to a place like this. But he did, and he did so often because you liked it and all your friends were always here, and it made you happy when he came with you, and so, like the fool he felt like when he was around you, he did as you pleased.

‘Oh look, it’s Kasey!’ You waved at a girl by the pool table. She was of the non-descript type. Mousy brown hair, but with a big smile. She waved back, and in her doing so, the guy behind her, turned to look at you as well. Finn caught how his eyes looked you up and down, licking his lips in a way that felt unnecessarily cartoonish. If this were any other place, he’d have him expelled from the premises, but he didn’t want to upset you any more than he already had. 

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‘Who’s that?’ He asked as you both got comfortable in the booth by the fireplace. It was the closest thing to ‘intimate dining’ as it got in this place.

‘Oh, Kasey. We were on the cheer team together.’

‘Right. And that man behind her?’

‘The one with the buzz-cut? I don’t really know. I mean, I know he used to hang around Jeremy and Vicki Donovan – I don’t think you know her. Urm, but….I think he dropped out of high school a couple of years ago, he was a little older than Vicki. But everyone always just says that he deals. But, again, I don’t know.’ You craned your neck back to look at them on the pool table, the man in question catching you look.’ Wonder why Kasey’s hanging around him though.’ You turned back to Finn. ‘He gives me the creeps though.’

‘He seems to be intrigued by you.’ 

‘Gross.’

‘You should ask her why she’s associating with a man like that, didn’t you mention something about her wanting to be on middle school girl council thing–’

‘Yeah! You remembered, it’s the Mystic Girls Rep Community, which is just our town's girl scouts. You know how everyone is here, gotta put Mystic Falls in the title otherwise it doesn’t count.’ You smiled at him. ‘What a sneaky way of trying to change the subject. You’re jelly that the guys looking at me.’ 

Finn gave you one of those looks he reserved specifically for Kol, which you had learned was his way of nonverbally asking, "Are you being serious right now?"

‘Look at my man. Jealous!’ You sounded way to happy. ‘Ha. Who would have thought I would have lived to see the day?’

‘Oh shush,’ He said, but not denying it. ‘You should ask her. Something might not be right.’

‘Interesting tactic, Mr.Mikaelson, but the cats are already out of the bag. You must really like me, huh?’

‘Well, I have entered a formal union with you; I would say yes.’

‘Wow, what a way to kill the fun that comes with just saying girlfriend, but sure. I’ll take it.’

‘I won’t feed you if you keep this up.’

‘Oh, you so totally will. Because don’t forget, no food, no motivation, no magic.’

He sighed in what sounded like exhaustion, but a strangely love-sick expression was on his face.’ Pick something and eat.’

‘Yes, Boss!’ You gave him a half-hearted salute and started flicking through the menu, a performative measure, of course. He already knew what you were going to get. 

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my writing

fluff = ❀ | angst = ☹ | smut = ❥

short fics:

• the one where you have a night out with sevika ❀, part two ❀

• the one where sevika comforts you after a nightmare ❀

• a lazy sunday as sevika's wife ❀

• the one where sevika cheats ☹

• the one where sevika avoids you and you don't know why ☹❀

long fics:

• the one where sevika is your coworker ❀❥

• the one where sevika becomes your roommate ❀ | part two ☹❀ | part three ☹❀ | part four ❀❥ | part five ❀☹

• the one where you question ellie's feelings - best friends to lovers ☹❥❀

popular fics:

• the one where sevika becomes your roommate ❀ | part two ☹❀ | part three ☹❀ | part four ❀❥ | part five ❀☹

• the one where sevika is your coworker ❀❥

• the one where you question ellie's feelings - best friends to lovers ☹❥❀

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Hey, I'm Sydney ♡ 20 ♡ She/Her ♡

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