#the 2 of us just saw him* oops lol

[yuukei-yikes]

str reunion haruka with everyone and ayanos like we should let takane go first and shintaro throws a tantrum abt it

[leclercsainzz]

i was listening to “all to well” by taylor swift and the part where she sings “i still remember the first fall of snow” (pretty much verse 6) came on and i remember i had seen a nico rosberg x lewis hamilton edit to this song a few nights ago and i was wondering if you could do one where reader is nico’s sister and she dated lewis but they fell of because of the whole brocedes friendship fall out and the fans associate them with this specific song/verse .. basically brocedes situation but instead it’s reader x lewis (idk if all this makes sense lol)

DO YOU REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL?

PAIRINGS: lewis hamilton x rosberg sister!reader

TYPE: social media au

ynrosberg

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ynrosberg: weekend photo dump or whatevaaa ����🏼‍♀️

tagged: @nicorosberg @danielricciardo

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user: omG i stiLL CaNnoT beliEVE MOTHER PULLED UP TO THE HUNGARIAN GRAND PRIX AKAKD!!!!!

↳ user: apparently she only went to support danny bc she promised him that she’d show up to a race if he came back 😭

user: does anyone know if lewis and her interacted??!!?

user: gorgg 😍😍😍

zayn: 😍

↳ user: are they dating??

↳ user: zayn??? 👀 what are you doing here??

user: not nico using memes 💀 LMAOOO

↳ nicorosberg: it was actually a gif 😭

↳ user: pLease, this makes it 10x better

danielricciardo: ❤️❤️

user: still can’t believe mother pulled up and we didn’t get a single interaction with dad 😭😭

user: it’s the waY LEWIS WALKED BY HER WITHOUT SPARING HER A GLANCE 😭😭😭💔

↳ user: i cried when i saw that 😭😭 like why’d they show us?

user: so is everyone gonna ignore the last post?? 444?? 4’s??? who is associated with 4? lewis mf 44 hamilton?? hello?

user: lewis????

user: will forever hold on to the idea that they’ll get back together soon 😌

user: i love how everyone is bringing up lewis as if they didn’t end on bad terms lmao

fernandoalo_official: glad to see my spanish lessons taught you something 👍🏼

aussiegrit: it’s britney bitch

📌 pinned

user: not her pinning webber’s comment 💀

user: thE things i’d do to see a lewis comment or like 😩

user: just thinking about the fact that yn & lewis might’ve seen each other at the race but refused to interact w each other 😭

↳ user: they did:( and they ignored each other

user: can someone please tell me if her and lewis talked?

user: i just know they refused to look in each other’s directions

↳ user: stop 😭😭😭 you’re right, they didn’t 💔💔💔

user: 4?? lewis??

user: missing ynlewis hours 😓

user: ugh, she’s soo pretty 😍😍😍

user: how can one be this beautiful? 😩

ynrosberg

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ynrosberg: photo dump pt 2 🤪

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user: all too well 10 min ver. (taylor’s version)??? yes or yes??

↳ ynrosberg: always!!! 💗

user: LEWIS LEWIS LEWIS LEWIS LEWIS LEWIS

user: 😍😍😍😍😍

zayn: thanks for the pic creds

↳ yourusername: yea yea

georgerussell63: i see my name 👀

user: i pray lewis and her will get back together

user: wishing for a ynlewis interaction 😩😩

↳ user: same, sis, same!

user: her smile in the third post 🥰

kendalljenner: 😍😍 beauty

↳ ynrosberg: mwahh 😘

user: when she listens to taylor swift >>

nicorosberg: never got my ice cream 😕

↳ ynrosberg: oops???

user: I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL

user: i literally just saw a ynlewis edit to all too well!!! janskdnd

↳ user: SEND ME THE LINK, NOW

↳ user: ^ me too, please!!!

↳ user: wtF, iM crying 😭😭😭😭

user: i just need to know that her and lewis are on good terms, my mental health depends on this info

↳ user: hate to break it to you …. but ….

↳ user: they literally walked by each other TWICE during the hungarian gp and didn’t acknowledge each other 💔💔💔💔

user: does anyone know if lewis and yn are friends at least?

↳ user: girl??? they don’t even follow each other 🙂

user: she looks happy, he looks happy … they moved on .... maybe it’s time for us all to move on as well? 😔😔😔

↳ user: nO, i cant 😔 i rEfuse!!

user: who’s lewis??? and what does he have to do with yn and nico?? (i don’t mean to offend anyone, i just keep seeing so many comments regarding lewis … is he a driver like nico or??)

↳ user: long story short, lewis hamilton is a formula 1 driver (yes), him and nico used to be teammates .. they were pretty much fighting for the championship and in the process their friendship started to fall apart due to their rivalry and ig yn pushed lewis away after nico won and retired

↳ user: wasn’t it because lewis said he didn’t want distractions and wanted to focus on his career?

↳ user: tbh i’m not sure, they never really confirmed anything

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton: season so far ✌🏾

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user: ROSCOE!!!!

user: i wonder if roscoe misses mother as much as i do 😭

user: dad, please get back with mom!! 🙏🏼

user: my man everybody 😍😍😍

user: i heard from a friend that george “kidnapped” roscoe and took him to see yn

↳ user: wait wtf, are you being frr??? 😭😭 don’t play with me

↳ user: idk if it’s true

↳ user: i wonder how roscoe reacted when he saw yn, if he did

georgerussell63: roscoe 🥰

↳ lewishamilton: dognapper

↳ georgerussell63: i did it for the greater good:)

↳ user: wAit omgsksn does that mean he actually took roscoe to see yn or???? omg wkakalsk 🥺🥺🥺

user: he’s so fine 😩

fernandoalo_official: 😎

user: WAIT DID GEORGE REALLY TAKE ROSCOE TO GO SEE YN?? BC IF SOOO IMA CRY 😭😭😭😭

user: ya’ll remember when roscoe would pull up with both his parents to the paddock?? 😔 ahh, good old times

user: @sebastianvettel sebs, i need you to work your magic and reunite my parents, please

user: not getting over how they just walked past each other as if they didn’t spend 4 years together 💔

user: the fit 🔥

user: things that keep me up at night: brocedes & ynlewis

↳ user: ^ THIS!!!!

user: ya’ll ever thing about the what-if of ynlewis??

user: goat with a another goat (alonso) 🤩

user: they day yn and lewis reunite will be magical

user: missing the yn comments/likes 🥺🥺🥺

carlossainz55: 🤩🤩🤩

user: 7 years ago, ynlewis broke my heart 😭😭😭

↳ user: don’t forget brocedes 😭😭

↳ user: can’t believe it’s been 7 years, mate

user: i wonder if they privately talk, yk??

↳ user: never thought of that but i hope they do, tbh

sebastianvettel: ❤️

user: roscoe’s too adorable!! 🥺❤️

user: i know they’ll find their way to each other eventually

ynrosberg

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ynrosberg: life so far 💗 (p.s. happy 8 months, lover)

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user: mOTHER?????? who is that????

user: 8 months???? wtf?? hello?? since when???

user: what about lewis??!

user: looks like mother gave us another dad 😔

↳ user: lewis is MY dad, idcc … zayn can be my step dad

user: so you’re telling me lewis and yn getting back together won’t happen anytime soon?? 😭😭

zayn: ❤️

↳ user: wAIT!!!! ZAYN??!??? OMG MAKALANS I KNEW THE TATTOOS LOOKED FAMILIAR WHSLs

↳ user: one direction guy????

nicorosberg: cute

↳ ynrosberg: 😌

user: they’ve been together for 8 months?? 😮😮

user: it all makes sense, i just never connected the dots

user: this was not on my 2023 bingo card 😩

user: ngl but this is actually cute

danielricciardo: cats out the bag, yayyy 🥳

↳ user: YOU KNEW!/@/&/@/‘s

user: i wonder how lewis is feeling rn

↳ user: as if he cares

user: mom, what about dad?? 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔

user: @lewishamilton

user: nooooOo i miss dad 😭😭

user: allbio984!;’al hepan huh?!?!@ what?&@“”

user: ig those rumors a few months ago were true

↳ user: which ones???

↳ user: they were seen together like 3 months ago and there were speculations that they were together but it was never confirmed until now 😭

user: i’m still at the restaurant with dad 😢😢😢

user: yn, you’re breaking my heart 💔💔 we want dad

user: scReaming and goiNg apeshit alapamcbh93&,!;@/

user: lewis officially lost her 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

user: i can’t believe this wtf

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton: all too well

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user: DAD IS QUOTING “ALL TOO WELL”

user: roscoe owns my heart, idcc 🥺🥺

user: you remember it all too well, huh? 🥺

user: ya’ll remember yn posted a photo dump a while ago and one of the pic was a “all too well” aesthetic and now he’s using it as his caption??? he definitely misses her 😭😭😭

user: “just between us do you remember it all too well” you remember, she remembers, we all remember 💔

user: dad, we know know you miss mom and uncle nico

↳ user: 😭😭😭 stopp

user: roscoe 🥰🥰🥰

user: mom’s got a new boyfriend

user: ynlewis/brocedes will forever be my roman empire

georgerussell63: roscoe’s such a cutie!

↳ user: idc if you have to break yn and zayn up but we NEED our og parents back, please 🙏🏼

user: they were THE COUPLE

user: she definitely haunts all his what-ifs 😭😭

↳ user: he should’ve married her when he had the chance

↳ user: will never get over him choosing his career over her

user: @ynrosberg

user: i miss them everyday 😩

user: i often think about how if brocedes never ended the way they did they would’ve been together, just maybe

↳ user: i think about this everyday 😩😩😩😩

↳ user: they would’ve been married and with a kid by now

maxverstappen1: have you been hitting the gym?

↳ lewishamilton: always

user: it’s never too late, don’t give up

↳ user: she’s with zayn

user: i still hold on to the possibility that they’ll get back together eventually

user: timing was wrong bc they were in different stages of their lives but i believe they’ll always be soulmates ❤️

user: why’d they break up??

↳ user: bc yn wanted a family and lewis was too focused on his career at the time, i guess

user: roscoe’s a child of divorce like us 😭😭

user: convinced myself that taylor wrote verse 6 about them in all too well (10 min ver)

user: i wonder if he ever gets deja vu when he sees her or viceversa

user: ynlewis keeps me up at night

user: we lost two amazing things 😔 ynlewis & brocedes

↳ user: we can all collectively agree it’s mercedes fault

ynrosberg

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ynrosberg: an adventure is about to begin 🥰

tagged: @zayn

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user: mother is becoming a mother??!? omg 😭😭

user: congratulations!!!

zayn: can’t wait for our little one ❤️

↳ ynrosberg: ❤️❤️❤️

user: im not crying, you are 😭

user: the fact that’s she’s becoming a mother 😭 w/o lewis

user: this could’ve been lewis

↳ user: if only 😔

sebastianvettel: happy for you, congrats! ❤️❤️

↳ ynrosberg: ❤️❤️

nicorosberg: can’t wait till i’m officially an uncle 😢

↳ ynrosberg: ilyyyy ❤️

danielricciardo: IM GONNA SPOIL THAT KID

aussiegrit: congrats, yn

↳ ynrosberg: 😊😊 thanks youuu

jensonbutton: ❤️❤️❤️ congrats

↳ ynrosberg: 🥰

fernandoalo_official: 🥳🥳🥳

georgerussell63: can i be the uncle too??

↳ ynrosberg: why not 🤪

user: AHHH IM SOO HAPPY FOR YOU!!

kendalljenner: congrats, my love 🥳❤️❤️❤️

user: im so happy for her but all i can think about is lewis

user: mom becoming a mom without dad 😭😭😭😭

user: ya’ll imagine if it would’ve been lewis 😩

user: her dream came true 😭😭

carmenmmundt: ahh congratulations 🥰🥰🥰

↳ ynrosberg: ❤️❤️

heidiberger__: congrats, beautiful 💗💗

↳ ynrosberg: 🥰🥰

lewishamilton: congratulations!

↳ ynrosberg: thank you!!

↳ user: i waS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS 😭😭😭😭

↳ user: why’d he have to do this??? 😭

↳ user: the way this could’ve been him

user: lewis commented omg 😢😢😢

↳ user: i just know he’s regretting everything

user: lewis 💔💔💔

user: i know dad’s crying over this cause so am i

user: we’re all child of divorce 😭😭😭

[msnameless]

I dont know if u write dubcon but can you PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE write a reader who’s self esteem is so low that she decides to break up with gojo only for gojo to aggressively ruin her insides + body worship hehe

I'm not sure if I captured the vibe but i tried lol.

feel free to send asks as alw

❍ ࣪⁎⁺Insecurity⁎⁺˳ .

Gojo Satoru x Reader

You try to break up with Gojo Satoru due to your insecurity but he's having none of that.

(1.5k words, oneshot)

"I can't do this anymore."

"Do what anymore, sweetheart?" Gojo cocked his head and grinned at you mischievously.

"Us, I don't...I just can't. I'm sorry," you stood up and began leaving much to Gojo's alarm.

"Woah woah, hold your horses, little missy," your wrist was tugged back by your boyfriend-turned-ex. Gojo was upon you in a flash.

"Where do you think you're running off to?"

A pair of electric blue eyes burned into yourself as Gojo peered at you intensely. His gaze scanned over you as if trying to uncover a conceivable reason why you'd want to end the relationship. You felt your hairs prick up and shoved him away, mortified.

The silence that hung between the both of you stretched into forever, though in reality, it lasted for merely 3 seconds. Gojo looked astounded, all traces of playfulness now gone.

"What do you mean?" he asked concerned.

"Look, if this is about your leftovers that I-"

"Gojo, please just leave me alone," you begged earnestly, hoping your voice wouldn't break and lead to a meltdown.

You wanted to leave before it could happen, stumbling out the door, heading straight home.

The truth was you had always noticed the sheer gap between you and Gojo in all aspects possible, whether it be in terms of physical attractiveness or power. Everyone knew Gojo Satoru, the most powerful Jujutsu sorcerer in the world, the only one to have been born with the Six-Eyes and limitless technique in the last 400 years. He drew eyes whenever he walked into a room, that confident stride promising an easygoingness that came from knowing you would always be far above everyone else.

You knew what people must've thought when they saw you as his girlfriend. You were a mere wallflower, not even deserving of a second glance. You hated it whenever people stared at you for a second longer than you thought necessary, imagined their withering judgement as they took you in with disdain. You felt your clothes tighten, and every flaw on your body became more noticeable than ever.

You compared yourself with just about anyone. Gojo was surrounded by plenty of attractive people such as Shoko Ieiri, and you felt like an ugly duckling amongst them. But you had to hide it. After all, you were Gojo Satoru's girlfriend.

Thus, you began trying to change yourself in a desperate hope that you'd be happier with yourself, going on diets, and working out rigorously.

Nothing ever lasted. You would always go back to your normal self. Disgusting self, was what you thought. The mirror was a dreadful reminder of what you were when you glanced into it every day, and soon that got covered up, too, like your body. All the while, you acted your usual on the outside, keeping up the mask that served to hide your self-loathing.

Things escalated when you feared physical contact with Gojo, thinking that whenever he hugged you from behind, all your rolls of fat could be felt. The insecurity became so crippling that you were utterly miserable until you finally decided to end your relationship with him.

For the next 2 days, you kept to yourself at home, ignoring the incessant texts from Gojo before you blocked him. You thought things were finally over until your door got broken down, blasted open on its hinges by Gojo.

"Oops, didn't mean to be so rough," he shrugged as he strode in.

"Now then. Enough is enough."

The next second, you were lifted up and set in front of Gojo.

"What's your problem, lady? You thought you could just break up with me without a reasonable explanation?" he scoffed.

"Tell me why or I'm not leaving," he demanded.

You tried to speak, but a lump in your throat left you mute. How would you begin to explain the inferiority you felt compared to him? Gojo waited for you patiently, but your voice had vanished.

"If this is about thinking you're not good enough, you'd better stop now," Gojo warned.

He snickered at your questioning look.

"I'm more observant than people give me credit for. Did you think I wouldn't see the way you shy away from my hugs?" he pouted before sighing dramatically.

"This is an emergency, I can't have my sweetheart hating herself, now can I?" he mumbled, hand holding his chin in thought.

"Got it! I guess I'll just have to drill it into you then," he smirked, eyes darkening as he pressed feather kisses from your forehead to your eyes, cheeks, lips, neck, making his way down slowly. Compared to his kisses, his rough hands caressed your body urgently, kneading and stroking all the places where you used to allow him to do so before growing insecure.

"I love you here, here, here..." he whispered sensually, starting to life your shirt over your head but you stopped him, afraid of being bared.

"Don't-"

Gojo silenced you with a kiss, biting harshly on your lips.

"Uh-uh, let me work my magic and make you feel real good, kay?" Gojo grinned maniacally.

You didn't dare to speak under his feral gaze and he took it as a sign to continue.

The air hummed with electricity. You felt your body flush as the room turned stuffy, becoming indescribably hot. Gojo's touches burned your skin and you could feel a raw desire pooling in your stomach as his fingers danced all over the curves and dips of your body.

You were helpless under Gojo's ministrations and soon laid under him in all your glory.

It had been too long for Gojo since he was allowed to admire you. After all, you had distanced yourself from him and it was now time to make up for what he missed out on. Gojo paused his teasing and looked down at you before opening his mouth.

"Buckle up, sweetheart."

All you remembered of the next few hours was pure bliss as well as you and Gojo chanting each other's names like a mantra. He slammed into you over and over again, never faltering, all while whispering sweet nothings into your hair. Your body was stretched to its limits and the sensations made you see stars in your vision. It was too much yet never enough at the same time.

His long and slender fingers constantly prodded in and out of you, swiping and circling where he knew it felt irresistible. Impossibly quick, tantalizingly slow; over and over again in a vicious cycle, to the point where it had you begging for his sadistic torture to end, granting you release. Gojo knew your body better than yourself, and could rely on his deft fingers alone to strip you of your defenses.

Gojo worked himself to the bone, playing you like an instrument expertly as you tried but failed to stifle noises that would make a sailor blush.

You almost came multiple times, just for Gojo to stop after driving you to the edge and pulling you back again. He frowned at you in mock disappointment.

"I don't like it when you cover yourself," he taunted derisively. From then on, Gojo made sure your mouth was free to make any noise he wanted you to, unless of course he chose to fill it up himself personally.

The taste of salt and passion permeated your senses, prompting you to understand exactly what it meant to be claimed by Gojo.

Ruffling your hair, Gojo kept praising you, coaxing climaxes out from your body time after time. It was almost too much and you trembled from the insistent stimulation.

"Just like that, one more time? You're doing so well," he cooed. Even if you couldn't, you had to. Gojo never halted his actions to let you catch your breath. In and out, in and out, Gojo moved at a speed that was more beast than man. You howled his name, unsure if you were pleading for him to cease and desist or continue.

As the moon shone and sparkled in its obsidian tapestry that was the peaceful night, you and Gojo danced the devil's tango, with Gojo leading. Bodies colliding, breaths mixing, hands entangling, your eyes never dared to leave Gojo's as he demonstrated personally his affections towards you.

He had you enchanted with the way he looked, groaning at the sight of you and kissing anywhere he could on your body. Saliva and sweat pooled together, glimmering on your skins.

Gojo's eyes sparkled brighter than the stars as he stared down at your body ardently, raking over everything. Bodies still connected, he clasped your hand and linked your fingers together, bringing them to his mouth. His eyes never leaving yours, Gojo kissed every single one of your knuckles.

"You're so pretty, y'know that?" he sighed.

"I never want to stop loving your body."

The next morning, your body was littered with black and purple marks, a reminder of what went down the night before. You stumbled getting out from bed and was caught in Gojo's embrace. He chuckled amusedly, hair tousled from slumber.

"Woah there, looks like someone had too much fun last night. Your legs still working or nah?" he teased.

You shrieked and whacked him in response.

"Seriously, I love you just the way you are. You're gorgeous in my eyes and that's all that matters," Gojo mumbled, head lying above yours.

Gojo's voice then took on a more lethal edge.

"Or do we have to start this ritual of worshipping you every night?"

[cryobabyy]

Tbh I don't think it's that Storer is against Syd and Carm moving past a platonic relationship, he probably just doesn't want to reveal too much about what goes on in the writer's room and what they're cooking. You gotta throw people off with some misdirection - it's pretty standard for keeping the plot a surprise. No one wants to watch a TV show when they already know what's going to happen.

That being saaaaaiiid 👀

The decision to use Strange Currencies; first when Carmy and Claire see each other for the first time in the supermarket, and then again but distorted and backward when he's thinking about Claire, and then clear and forward when he thinks about the first time he met Sydney; that was pretty heavy-handed symbolism. It was a deliberate choice. From a narrative standpoint, there are not many ways to read that juxtaposition of Claire and Sydney other than Claire triggering anxiety associated with his past and Sydney representing the future and stability. Claire reminds him of who he was and what could have been. Sydney reminds him of who he is; More so who Sydney believes he is. "You're the most excellent CDC, at the most excellent restaurant in the entire United States of America". Her voice literally and figuratively cuts through the chaos, the thought of the first time he saw her and how she came back when he thought he was irredeemable brought him down from the panic attack.

I literally can not come up with a platonic justification for such blatant imagery. I guess you could say his vision of Sydney represented the restaurant as a whole? But if that were the case, why not include any of the other staff in the montage? Why choose a romantic song for this sequence? WHY IS IT THE SAME SONG THAT PLAYED WHEN CARMY MET CLAIRE???

"These words; you will be mine all the time." LIKE??? HELLO???

Anyway lol

I can only think of two logical explanations

1.) This scene was a massive oversight in the writer's room. They unintentionally framed Carmy's feelings for Syd as romantic by making the creative decision to Juxtapose her with Claire (his actual love-interest at the time). What was written did not translate well to the screen. So basically "Oops we didn't mean it like that".

2.) Storer is slowly laying the groundwork for Sydney and Carmy's relationship to evolve past friendship, or at least experimenting with that narrative possibility.

Now, I do think it will literally take forever - like multiple seasons forever - but I do think it will happen. The build-up is so important. Well-developed and satisfying romance (especially in television) takes time. Don't lose hope y'all!!

[wifeofsnowbaird]

So long I've been out in the rain and Snow.

but winter's come and gone, and a little bird told me so...

Part 1/Part 2/ future parts coming soon

taglist: @opheliaofficial07,

(Tom Blyth x actress!reader)

Summary: The first scene that you shoot for your movie, Sweet Truth, is one of the easiest shots, really just a kiss scene, but you freeze up.

[A/N: didnt mean to make it so short...oops lol]

“I’m sorry, Tom. I can try again, I guess I just got nervous.”

you scratched the back of your head, silently hitting yourself.

He smiled, Tom was scared that she thought he was ugly-hypocritical, he knew, but he couldn’t help it.

“I’m glad you don’t think I’m hideous!” He tried to make it a joke, but the embarrassment was seeping through his words and even Seth, the guy playing [Name’s] ex, sucked in a deep breath.

“I don’t, you’re the hottest actor I’ve met!”

You grinned up at him, at this point, calling him hot was a daily ritual.

He averted his eyes, still not used to your confidence. After the first meet-up, the two of you got comfortable.

Comfortable enough to have sexual tension that even your little brother picked up on.

But when the second take rolled, the kiss he gave you was like a cliffhanger at the end of your favorite book.

He didn't even mention it, but you saw nothing but stars.

[jcollinswrites]

JC!!!

No you did not make a father/son RO choice 💀

I just saw this and ofcourse you did 🤣😭

It's gonna be me in Honor amongst thieves all over again.

Now i have to ask another two parter question:

Sorry, i know I'm annoying 😑

1. How would Namer's son actually feel about him dating an MC around their age?

And 2. Much more importantly.

TOTALLY HYPOTHETICAL!!!!!

Completely

I never do this....

Clearly!!!

But say you struggle to really choose between the ROs. And you kinda romance more than one....🫣

How would the ROs react to that? Are some of them very jealous? And who would have the most rivalry dynamic among the ROs if MC was interested in more than one RO.

Just for shits and giggles... i completely have no problem with this in every other game.........

Also hiiiiiii!!! 😇💕

No you did not make a father/son RO choice 💀 I just saw this and ofcourse you did 🤣😭

Huh? I did?

Oh wait. I did. Oops 😇 Could be father/daughter too 🙃

1. How would Namer's son actually feel about him dating an MC around their age?

Very weirded out. They would be uncomfortable around MC for a long time. I think they would need some years to get used to it. If MC is cool about it, then maybe sooner, but I don't think Ahmose could ever really be friends with that MC, not on a deeper level.

you struggle to really choose between the ROs. And you kinda romance more than one....🫣

I thought about this for a long time, and I came to the conclusion that I will do locked romance routes. Not because I don't like jealousy scenes (I love them), but I think I already have way too many variables in the story to be able to implement a who-dates-who/ break-up/get-together-again thing. It would just be too much to write and I'm already writing A LOT.

So, my current plan is to make a choice in Chapter 4 (up to change), where you choose your final RO and get stuck with it 'til the bitter end. I'm sorry if this disappoints some readers, but I think this is the best solution for me to be able to deliver a quality story.

How would the ROs react to that? Are some of them very jealous? And who would have the most rivalry dynamic among the ROs if MC was interested in more than one RO.

For the aforementioned reasons, this ask is not spoilery then, so here you go 😀

I think Narmer would be the most jealous lol. He would try not to show it, but he really wouldn't like it if MC suddenly starts showing interest in someone else. (ESPECIALLY if that other person is his kid, then he would be pissed off. Unless the MC is a teen. Then he would go YES go choose Ahmose you idiot)

Qenna would take that as an opportunity to push the MC towards the other, clearly better, more emotionally stable, not-a-trainwreck potential love interest. It would hurt them like a bitch, but they would still do it.

Zaia would sulk. They would be conflicted between wanting to prove that they are clearly better than that other nobody, but at the same time, Zaia would realize that MC would probably be better off with a fellow human.

Tabiry would be a bit jealous. But she also knows that the MC is a person with free will and a free heart, so she would try to up her game, but otherwise, wouldn't interfere. She would sulk in private.

Ahmose would be a bit heartbroken. I think they would just go for advice to Qenna, who is actually not the worst person to ask for advice, and Qenna would tell them to have confidence, be themselves, and let the MC choose what they want. (bit hypocritical, but that's Qenna in a nutshell)

Long ass answer lol, but thanks for the messages! ✨ (you are not annoying)

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The Blue Umbrella

Her POV [Pt.2]

Warnings\ Not proofread, fem!reader, okay so maybe not that slow paced but theres a huge time skip from previous part to this part… maybe two years? She’s like college first year in this oh and I don’t know how colleges work I did a lot of research (watching dramas lol) so I hope this is a good part

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The last few years of my life were quite uneventful. Just me studying to get into my dream university! Today is my first day and I’m so excited! Mel is helping me move into my dorm, my parents were… too busy to care.

“That’s all Mel! O-oh don’t drop it, NO!” My things scattered on the floor as she accidentally dropped the box. “Ooops” she muttered. I put the box I was carrying down on my bunk before rushing to help her gather my clothes from the floor.

“Oh?”

“What?” I turned to her. Then, I saw what was in her hand. Oops. “Hey! Give that here!!”

“No. Why do you still have this?” She asked pointing to my blue umbrella.

“Because I haven’t met the owner again after that day! Now give that here!”

“You could’ve left this at home”

“Well, I didn’t?”

“AAAAA MY SISTER STILL LIKES HIM!!”

“STOP MAKING ASSUMPTIONS.” I could feel my face starting to get warm, noo!!  I snatched the umbrella from her hand before setting it aside on my table and glaring at her. She just grinned at me. Before I could say something, I heard some voices from outside coming this way. What if it were my roommates? The other three bunks were already decorated and set up.

 As the voices grew closer, I couldn’t help but feel nervous, I looked over at Mel who gave me an assuring smile and thumbs up. “Sounds like your roommates are here sis!”

Sure enough, a second later, three girls walked in animatedly chatting with one another. They stopped in their tracks when they saw me. I gulped. Why are they staring?

“Oh hi! You must be our fourth roommate, nice to meet you. You’re so pretty. What’s your name? I’m Harper, this is Olivia my twin sister.” She pointed to the other brunette. “And that’s Cherry.” She said pointing to the third girl. She had blonde hair with blue streaks.

“My real name is Charlotte,” she laughed “but she’s been calling me that since the day we met.” Charlotte piped in.

“Uh my sister is a bit too extroverted so just tell us if you feel too awkward by that lol” Olivia said.

“Well, I’ll get going now, bye y/n, bye girls have fun” Mel said as she quickly walked away and left me alone. All alone. With no advice on how to talk. And make friends. Yay.

“H-hi. I’m y/n. That was my older sister Mel, she was helping me move in…”

“Hi y/n! That’s such a pretty name. Pretty name for a pretty girl! Do you mind if I call you n/n?” (nickname)

“Lol that’s creative, Harper. Wait… you’re Harper right?” I asked. This is so embarrassing…how did I already forget their names.’ I groaned internally. “She’s Harper, I’m Olivia. Olivia is the calmer one, Harper is the hyperactive one. Exactly like Leo, he’s a bit more eccentric though.” Olivia told

“Who’s Leo?” I asked

“Our brother, you’ll know soon enough. He’s too annoying. “ Harper told.

The initial awkwardness started to fade away after we started talking more. It was almost nightfall and the girls had helped me put the rest of my stuff scattered around. Thankfully it wasn’t too much to be a burden.

Suddenly, Cherry’s eyes fell on the blue umbrella sitting on my table, her curiosity piqued. “Ooo, pretty umbrella! Where’d you get it?”

“Uhm long story”

“Hey! Is that…?” Livi(Olivia) looked at Harper with a confused expression.

“Is that what?” I asked.

“Nothing… our brother had a similar umbrella like that lol. So where’d you get it?” Harper asked

“It’s…quite a long story.” I chuckled awkwardly.

“Oh don’t worry, we love a good story!” Livi chirped.

“Maybe some other day, kinda sleepy right now” I yawned.

“Awww” Harper got disappointed.

“Sorr-“

“It’s okay n/n. Harper she got here today. It must’ve been a hectic day for her, her parents also couldn’t come.” Livi scolded her. Lol

“Oh yeah… why didn’t they?” Cherry asked.

“Later. Good night girls.”

“Night n/n”

I crawled into my bunk and turned of the lamp. Livi was still reading her book but the other two went to sleep too. I couldn’t help but think of the twins’ reaction to my umbrella. There’s no way that… Like that’s absolutely impossible… I mean it isn’t but, this is such a coincidence if it is true! Is the umbrella really their brother’s? And… my parents… Should I tell them? Or will they think I come from a too messed up family, and judge me, and not want to be friends anymore? No, I don’t wanna mess this up… A single tear made it’s way down my face. Followed by a few more… I didn’t bother to wipe them.

My eyes started to close on their own. With a weary sigh, I closed my eyes. Everything will be alright. At least I hope so…

That was my last thought before I felt the gentle tug of sleep. I curled up into a ball and surrendered myself to the comforting embrace of slumber. I can worry about this later. Today was exhausting. I let go of all my anxiety and allowed myself to drift into dreamland.

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A/n>>> I feel like this part was kind of short and boring so here’s a little bonus part, livi’s pov after y/n falls asleep. I hope you liked this part though. Sorry for the long wait<3

The Blue Umbrella

Olivia POV [Pt.1]

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I sat on my desk, engrossed in the new book I was reading. Today was a day of laughter and chatter as we got to know about y/n. She completed our friend group, our little family. With a contended sigh, I closed my book and got ready to go to sleep. But the sight I saw when I woke up shattered me.

I had noticed the bit of sadness that lingered behind her bright smile, especially after her parents had been mentioned. Maybe she missed them, or maybe there was more to it? She didn’t really seem eager about bringing them up.

But even after that, seeing her tear-stained face, made my heart clench. Does she cry to sleep every night? I truly hope not.

A surge of concern washed over me, mingling with a fierce determination to uncover the source of y/n’s pain. She may have only just arrived but she was already part of our little family, I couldn’t bear to see her suffer alone, in silence. With a silent vow, I resolved to reach out to y/n. I want her to know that she doesn’t need to face the darkness of the world all alone. I want her to know that we’re here for her, always will be. We’re here to support her and comfort her when she feels gloomy, when her skies are grey and cloudy. We’re here for her. No matter what.

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You Don't Love Him (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

This could lowkey be a part 2 to "Somebody Else" but I didn't confine it to that. I have such an unhealthy obsession with writing Graves in this "is it cheating?? yeah it's cheating" kind of situation like literally tell me what to do pls commander I'll do whatever (don't ask how this reflects onto my mental state, it's easier to not get into it). If there's a typo it's because it's 5am, just lmk and I'll fix LOL

Based on Repeat After Me by The Weeknd

gn! (no use of Y/N), mentions of a boyfriend

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of alcohol, sexual tension, pet names, cheating, swearing, possessiveness??, lowkey toxic relationship, a tad corny (oops that's on me being a hopeless romantic), light smut??

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Your phone sat on the bar top with the contact “Phillip” staring back at you, begging for you to call it. Resting your head in one hand, and picking up the phone with the other you listened to the ring, feeling nauseous that this is what it had come to.

“Whaddya doin’ calling me”, he answered, you hadn't thought this far ahead, you were expecting the voicemail.

“Phillip…” your voice caught in your throat

“Doll,” he sounded exasperated, “if you wanna come over, just say that, we don't have to play a game” he sighed. “Are you still with that new boyfriend,” you forgot how fast the word traveled.

“I don’t know, it’s complicated”, you didn’t feel like getting into the details.

“How do ya not know, it's a pretty clear question”, Graves wanted to know if you were finally ready to leave your boyfriend for him yet, he had been waiting for you to come back. 

“My boyfriends’ a dick Graves, stop acting like this is new information”, the bartender dropped off your tab silently as you continued on the phone with Phillip. 

“I know, I know darling, just wanted to hear you say it”, he laughed to himself, “Where you at, I’ll get a cab to bring ya to my place”,

“I don't even know hold on”, you scanned your tab hoping to find the name of the bar somewhere printed, Mack's, you pulled out some cash and pushed the tab back towards the bartender, waving to signal him to keep the change. “Mack’s” you finally spoke.

“That place is a dump, the hell you doing over there?” Phillip hated how you were so careless at times, he needed to protect you. 

“I don't know Phillip, fuck, I just found it and needed to get drunk, sorry” as bad as you needed him, he still pissed you off.

“Cab’s on the way sit tight, you want me to sit on the phone with you while we wait?”, you were now waiting outside of the bar leaning up on the brick waiting for your ride. 

“Yeah, thank you”, maybe it was the cold air or the rough brick up against your back but you were sobering up and the whole situation felt embarrassing. Drunk calling your ex was not like you.

“No need to thank me, you know I’d do ‘bout anything for ya”, his voice was low, you missed him, that’s why you called him. Looking up from your feet you saw the cab finally pull up.

“Well, my ride’s here, see you soon Commander”,

“See you soon doll”,

Hopping out of the car finally feeling sober after water and some snacks the gracious driver had provided, you showed your appreciation through a cash tip. Approaching the door you felt dizzy, but no longer from the alcohol that had passed through your system, it was the idea of being in Phillip Graves' presence after so much time apart. Your hand went up to ring the doorbell but before you even got the chance, the door creaked open.

“Hey, there ya are, come in” Phillip had beaten you to the punch, as you stepped inside the house, as he shut the door behind you. “Been awhile since you been here”, laughing to himself, “Everything’s still where it was last, so make yourself at home”, he pulled you in for a side hug and placed a small kiss on your head. Peeling off your coat, and kicking off your shoes you looked around the place you used to call a second home. 

“I missed you”, you whispered, Phillip was halfway down the hall heading towards the living room, he turned around to look at you, 

“I know”, he shot a small smile at you, “Missed you too darlin’”, he outstretched a hand, waving for you to follow him towards the kitchen. “Need anythin? Water?”, Graves was going through his cabinets pulling out two glasses, getting you the water, regardless of whatever your answer was going to be. Sliding the glass over to you, you smiled back at him.

“Thank you, really, for the cab, for answering the phone, letting me come over, all of it”, you looked up at him shyly.

“Like I said, I’d do anything for you, I don't need the thank you”, he said, tipping his glass back, unlike yours he had whiskey. “Tell me about your boyfriend”, he eyed you over the glass he had picked up to take another sip out of. 

“I don't want to talk about him when I’m with you”, you lightly pushed your glass of water back and forth between your hands, avoiding Phillip’s eyes. 

“I didn’t ask, I said to tell me about him”, 

“He isn’t you, that's all you need to know Graves”, finally looking up to meet his eyes.

“Then break up with him” he had finished his drink, now pouring a second.

“I will, soon” you watched as the caramel-colored liquid splashed into the glass.

“Why’d you get with him anyways?” Graves slowly swirled the drink, walking closer to you.

“You want the real answer?” he nodded, “To spite you”, saying it out loud sounded dumb but at the time Phillip wasn't a great boyfriend, always busy running Shadow Company, he barely had time for you. You figured dating someone else would piss Graves off enough, and you were right.

“You sure do know how to piss me off”, Phillip laughed, shaking his head.

“I could say the same to you Commander”, you clink your glass against his, taking a sip of the water. Graves finished his drink, sliding it down the counter away from him now, walking up to you, and lifting you up onto the countertop. The marble was cold underneath your legs, on top of your thighs, Phillip’s hands rested as he stood between your legs. Your hands sat loosely around his neck as you took in the man infront of you.

“You love him?” he looked up at you, moving some hair behind your ear.

“I don’t, I can’t when I’m thinking of you”, his hand now cupping your face.

“You don't love him” he was whispering it to himself, “Repeat it for me,” speaking up now

“I don't love him Phillip” your hand moved to hold his face, slowly pulling him in as he leaned into you, lips parting to meet him as your hands moved down his chest pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. 

Graves’ hands slid down your back tugging you off the counter and into his arms, with your legs wrapping around his waist in response as he carried you towards the bedroom. As he walked down the hallway your lips made their way down to his neck.

Setting you down on the bed, Phillip pulled his shirt off over his head, your eyes lingered. “See somethin’ you like sweetheart?” tossing you a wink as he threw his shirt to the side. 

“I think so Commander” flashing a grin back in his direction, Graves was now in front of where you sat on the bed, his hands pulling lightly at the belt loops on your jeans. 

“I wanna unbutton these, just a little bit”, smirking at you, Phillip popped the button up and slowly started tugging the jeans down your legs. 

“See something you like?” you mocked his previous words back to him.

“Of course, I do darlin’”, as he started to place small kisses trailing up your leg. You closed your eyes, letting your head tilt back, enjoying the feeling of his lips on you.

A slight ring caused you to open your eyes, looking around the room. Your phone which had ended up on the floor was ringing. 

“You gonna get that?” Phillip whispered in between kisses.

“No,” laying your head back down. The ringing continued for a second time causing Graves to stand up and answer your phone. 

“We’re busy right now, I'll have 'em call ya back”, biting his lip, staring back at you as you watched him on your phone.

“Who the fuck is this?” a man's voice shouted through the phone, your boyfriend’s voice. You were fucked.

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Part 2!!

I'LL WRITE A PART TWO IF YALL WANT !!! I CUT THE ENDING SHORT I'M SORRY

[zombiecakes]

15,17,27,28,29!!,37,49,52,55,59,64 🥺 (sorry lol)

APOLOGY NOT ACCEPTED (srsly tho never apologize for making me gush about my babies lmao 💕)

This is gonna be long tho, so under cut 😂

Also some plotline spoilers in here, for those who haven't done stuff like Nuka World.

15. What is their proudest moment / accomplishment?

After he killed Mason, he got a pat on the back from Nisha. He always saw her as the biggest threat to his personal safety as Overboss, so having her support definitely helps him sleep at night.

17. Do they have a job? How do they make a living?

SHAKIN DOWN DEM FARMERS. Basically, everyone and their mother just sends him tribute now as Overboss, so he swimmin in caps 😎

27. What faction(s) are they a member of / allied with?

RAIDERS. It's actually becoming an issue, because he sees the Institute as a threat, and his own gang isn't equipped to bust their way in there. He just got a vision from Mama Murphy that he should ask the Brotherhood for help, which is probs his only reasonable option. (He's HELLA paranoid of synths and would probably burn down the Railroad if he found it DISCLAIMER I DO NOT SHARE HIS VIEWS LOL and he already alienated the Minutemen soooo yeah…) He also really respects and trust Murphy the Madwoman, so he's probs gonna take that advice… at least until he gets what he wants.

28. What faction(s) do they despise?

Oops, I already answered this one lol. See above.

29. What is their moral alignment / karma?

Not pulling punches here: Zirk is evil. He lets fear and selfishness run his life, resulting in the suffering of others. He has a small handful of people he gives a shit about, but I don't think that redeems him. Almost all “good” things he does are still motivated by selfish intentions.

37. What is the worst injury they have experienced?

Zirk has been thru some shit. He didn't turn into the shitty little monster he is because his life was rainbows and sunshine. I would say, consistently ending up as the lowest rung on the social ladder in any group he was part of, and all of the abuses that entailed (for example, his teeth tattoos), were collectively his “worst injury”.

49. What item(s) do they always have on their person?

His glasses! Boy is blind as a bat (one of the things, along with his smaller/delicate stature, that made him a target for most of his life). Finding nice, VATS-connected spectacles when he was looting Vault 111 a couple years ago was a life-changer for him.

52. Can they swim?

Well enough… although it probs isn't too pretty to watch.

55. Are they past, present, or future oriented?

This is a cool question 🤔 I would say up until very recently, present-oriented, because he was constantly scrounging around for his next meal or hit. Recently, however, his gang has swept across the Commonwealth, and he's had to think further ahead so that he can feed his raiders and maintain his safety as top dog. This is not a task he enjoys doing, so he often leaves the minutiae to Gage 💕

59. Do they idolize anything / anyone?

Mama Murphy. She is the first person he's ever met who truly knows and sees him as he is, and she cares for him anyway. This is more important to him than he could ever say, but she doesn't need him to say it 💕

He's also IN LOVE with Gage (not that he'd ever use those words, even to himself), and he really respects and relies on him.

64. How / where do they generally sleep?

The how/where is actually a similar question for him!! He usually falls asleep wherever he can (bed, sleeping bag, large pile of soft dirt), but often around 2-3am, he tends toward night terrors, and often goes sleepwalking/crawling into the nearest small, enclosed space. He knows he does this, so he rarely ever goes to sleep nearby another person. Gage has only witnessed this a couple times, and while familiar with ptsd (raiders have tough lives and rough upbringings, I suspect), he still doesn't know exactly what to do when Zirk does this shit.

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Well here it is. My Bloodbound review/reactions/essay/idk what.

For some reason, now that it's done most of what I have are critiques 😂 I guess because there were so many amazing things about this book, such great characters and themes, that certain things ended up leaving me... disappointed. But before I get into all that, let me start with what I really, really liked. (adding a cut because I feel like this is going to end up really long lol. also, spoilers ahead. obviously)

THE POSITIVES:

Overall, the vibes, the characters, the themes, and the lore were immaculate. The writers put a lot of thought into the world that they created and the themes they wanted to explore through that world, and I really respect that.

I thought that the vampire council and the clans in NYC was a really cool concept and was a little bummed that we didn't get to do more with vampire politics. Despite hating most everyone on the council, I also loved them. I found them all interesting and unique, and loved seeing the backstories that involved them, such as the scene at the fair or the scene when they all teamed up to take down Gaius. I was actually sad when the Baron and Lester died lol, while it did make for a cool scene, I felt that their deaths left a hole in the story. (oops sorry I did not mean to turn this positives into a half-negatives thing lol)

I swear that the toxic, messed up relationship between Gaius, Kamilah, and Adrian has me by the throat. The concept of a cruel, thousands year old vampire gaining the love and devotion of these two people not through the use of mind control *cough Rheya cough* but through sheer charisma, magnetism, and leadership skills... and then shaping them into tools to be used in his hands. Making them into his queen and his soldier and then forcing them into a cycle of violence while still inspiring them to follow, using them while still loving them... it's one of the greatest pleasures of having read this series to have gotten a taste for this relationship. And now that I've gotten a taste I'm just hungry for more, so this will be rotating in my head for a while yet.

Adrian Raines. My darling. My BABY. There is just something so fascinating, so alluring, about a creature born and shaped for violence, whose heart manages to remain pure. I especially loved how this was explored in Bloodbound 2. You see the heartless, emotionless cruelty that Adrian was capable of at the end of book 1, and then throughout book 2 he struggles with these two sides of himself: the heartless soldier, the angel of death, versus the kind, idealistic, sweet man who's fascinated by the simple things the world has to offer like open fields and sunlight, and the incredible ingenuity and good that the human race is capable of creating. Throughout book 2, this dance of Adrian being the foil to Gaius is clear as day and oh so powerful. Gaius was Rheya's soldier, who was shaped into a killing machine at her side, who was driven to extremes by seeing the way his own people were hunted and killed. Adrian was Gaius's soldier, who was shaped into a killing machine at his side, who had to fight the anger and hatred that tried to pull him to cruelty and snuff out his goodness. Like I said in a previous post, the juxtaposition of this inner warmth and kindness against the person Gaius tried to make him will never not be fascinating.

Kamilah and Adrian siblings bond!! PLEASE they're so cute! I adored how over and over again, we saw them exchange looks and have full on worldless conversations by just their facial expressions. The way they know each other so well, inside and out, and have complete respect for one another, and the way they would die for one another, it just warms my heart and I adore them.

Also, just Kamilah. She's a badass ancient warrior queen, and I really loved seeing how no-nonsense and serious she was. Like she's been doing this for thousands of years, she's seen so much, she's killed so much, I feel that she doesn't think she truly deserves redemption or is as pure as Adrian, but she fights to protect the people under her care. Those who cannot fight for themselves the way she can fight for them.

Gaius Augustine, what a villain you were. I loved how the game never shied away from the nuances in his character. They never painted him in cartoonishly villainous colors with no remorse for his actions. You can see why he became the way he was, and while you can understand that doesn't mean you have to excuse it; it does, however, make him more of an interesting villain. The fact that love and a desire to protect his people is what drove him to extremes makes him a fascinating villain, because his actions, while inarguably evil, are rooted in something that most everyone can understand: love. Although Gaius never knew how to truly love, it doesn't mean that he didn't. He hurt Kamilah and Adrian over centuries, but he never truly wanted to kill them. I appreciated that the various times where Gaius killed someone or almost killed someone with whom he had history (such as Takeshi or when he almost killed Kamilah), he expressed remorse. It wasn't enough to make him stop, because he is a bad man, but the fact that there was remorse in the first place adds more depth and emotion to both his character and the event itself.

I enjoyed the way that MC defeated Rheya. I thought that the twist that Rheya had murdered her own daughter after having given into her anger about the fact that she thought her daughter was murdered was really great. I enjoyed that MC didn't have to physically overpower Rheya; she just had to go back to where the cycles of violence began and show to Rheya herself that was the monster in her own story. I loved that.

It would be remiss of me to not mention Lily Spencer. From start to finish, she was a delight, and I loved how MC was honestly just as geeky as Lily sometimes, she just reigned it in a little bit more. Lily's enthusiasm for life was refreshing for a vampire story, where usually becoming a vampire is compared with death, and yet Lily's take on it was that she had a whole new life to live, new experiences to try out. I really enjoyed her humor, and thought her friendship with MC was both touching and relatable. So have some Lily moments that made me laugh out loud:

Also, the scene where MC died, and then she was Turned, and you woke up in a coffin, and you almost killed that girl in the park... peak cinema. Absolutely delicious, you'd better believe I ate that shit up. I also loved seeing the flashback where you saw how the other vampires reacted to your death. Yes, I enjoyed seeing Adrian in pain, yes, I am an angst fiend and sadist ig.

Sorry I feel like there's more to say but I've been working on this forever so I'm gonna leave the positives at that 😭

THE CRITIQUES:

Let me first preface this by saying that I truly enjoyed Bloodbound. It latched onto my brain, and I enjoyed the journey, and it managed to make me more invested in a Choices book than I have been since I read It Lives. That being said, after finishing it, I couldn't help but feel that many things could have been done better, and a little bit let-down that many of the things that I connected to were not fully explored or expanded upon like I felt like they could have been. So this massive critique going forward is done with love. That's all. ❤️

This one isn't a huge deal, but I was disappointed by the lack of variation that your choices had in the final battle. You had the choice to kill Rheya's vampire guards or leave them, then you had the choice to kill Dracula or leave him. The first time I played I was doing a supervillain route so I was intentionally trying to choose the darker choices and was delighted to see how people were reacting:

I thought that their dialogues were based on the fact I was going on a murderous, merciless rampage, but then when I came back and played and didn't kill everyone, their reactions were all the same. So that was disappointing.

The Jax/Lily death was,,, a choice. I get what they were trying to do. I do. Rheya lost her family, Gaius lost Rheya, Kamilah lost her brother, Adrian lost his family. There were cycles of loss that bred extreme behavior among our cast, and they wanted MC to experience that, too. They wanted to make her a reflection of Rheya, for the moment of losing Jax/Lily to be the trigger that makes her able to lose her humanity and become the very thing she swore to destroy. However, there were a few problems with how it played out! First of all, it's obviously suspect that the two sidelined Black or Asian LIs are the only ones who can die, while Adrian and Kamilah's plot armor protects them. Second of all, they wanted to make this big sacrifice to make MC snap but then they didn't even commit to it. If anything it would've made more sense for the LI to be the one who dies, seeing the impact that it had on MC. Because while my MC cares about Jax, he's probably the person in the crew that she's the least connected to so it felt a little odd for her in particular to lose it while the others were okay. I think that honestly, she would've reacted more like them. Sad, and angry, but without such an extreme reaction. But, the writers simultaneously tried to play it safe by ensuring that your LI doesn't die, while being "brave" and killing off part of the crew, so it just came across feeling odd to me and didn't quite hit the mark of what they were trying to do.

The romantic development was underwhelming. The romance quality skyrocketed in books 2 and 3, but unfortunately by then, the characters were already in relationships and while I enjoyed those scenes, I felt disappointed that we missed a quality relationship arc where we saw the characters fall for each other. I romanced Adrian, and I don't see what was so incredible about mc in the beginning to make him fall for her. She's just some human, and he's a powerful CEO, 300 year old clan leader and vampire council member. That's not say that I don't think he could've fallen for her - in fact, I think it's poetic and makes perfect sense that the man who's so embroiled in his vampire world and vampire politics yet adores humanity would fall for an average human - but the development simply wasn't there. The scene where you first let him drink your blood after breaking him out of jail was underwhelming and there was no emotional weight in the writing of that scene. In book one, it just really felt like the fact that something happened was supposed to be enough for us to believe that it was meaningful, instead of the writing and development showing us how it happened.

The actual plot events were in general... underwhelming. Both books 2 and 3 set up this fascinating potential for scenes and narrative arcs, with Gaius destroying NYC, and then Rheya taking over the city, and both times we just flew away to chase down artifacts and have diamond scenes in pretty places in various countries. I think it was an unfortunate choice to trade the potential of vampire politics for artifact-hunting.

The Order and Xenocrates in particular were woefully under-utilized. The tapestry paintings shed light on a fascinating dynamic between Gaius and Xenocrates, and we see that this anger and hatred has spanned millennia! Xenocrates is the reason that vampires are hated and hunted, he is the reason why Gaius is driven to extremes and decides that his plan to eradicate humans apart from keeping a blood supply for vampires is the only way to protect his people. And then... he just dies in a building collapse, and the Order is destroyed, and this thousands-year-old conflict is snuffed out pretty much immediately. It was disappointing, because there was so much potential in the lore that was created here, it just wasn't taken advantage of in the present storyline.

This one is small, but. Where the heck did MC's mom go 😭 we see one memory of her and then never hear about her again. Did she die? If she's not dead, why is MC not concerned about her while Gaius and Rheya are trying to destroy/take over the world.

This one is also small but worth mentioning - I was so annoyed that MC was forced to speak up and voice her opinion all the time in situations that really didn't involve her. It was just odd to me that Adrian's assistant thought it would be a good idea to speak up in a vampire council meeting after only having known about vampires for like. A few days lol. There were many times where I cringed at having to choose something to say because I, frankly, would have just remained silent because it wasn't my place to speak.

Maybe this is just me but... I definitely felt like Jax was done dirty by the writers. Not just in that he was sidelined and had fewer scenes and plot relevance apart from "being part of the crew", but I think his development as a character was weaker than the others. By book 3, I do feel like he came more into himself, and it was nice to see him have a character arc regarding his relationship with Takeshi, but for books 1 and 2, I personally felt like the writers didn't really know him. He was sort of just... bland, left vaguely blank aside from the "rebel vampire leader" for a while. The writers themselves said that he was the hardest character to write, which makes sense because I could tell that it took them a while to figure out who he really was.

Now for my biggest critiques, mostly centering around the handling of Gaius's character and missed potential.

First, Gaius's character development and thing with Rheya. I... was not a fan at all of the brainwashing plot point. I found that it made Gaius's character far less interesting and seemed to be almost incompatible with previous portrayals of his character and who they had been creating. For example, Rheya supposedly severed his compassion for humans, yet we see a direct contradiction of that when he had empathy for Kano, a dying child who'd lost his parents, and decided to Turn him in order to save his life and give him a chance to avenge his family. What made him so fascinating to me originally was the fact that DEVOTION was what ultimately turned him into a monster: first, devotion to Rheya, and second, devotion to his own people. By book 3, he was reduced from a terrifying vampire leader who would put his life on the line to protect his own people (as seen in crypt scene where he risks his life to save other vampires instead of running to safety) to a mindless zealot of Rheya whose only purpose seemed to be "Obey the goddess!" While the devotion to her is fine, it saddened me that his role as a leader who let fanaticism guide him as he sought to protect vampires was overshadowed by this interpersonal conflict between two individuals. I think there was a hugely missed opportunity to pit his two devotions against each other when he learns that Rheya doesn't actually care about him OR the vampires as a whole, and would happily take their lives if it meant gaining more power for herself. To watch him wrestle between his devotion to Rheya, his beloved goddess, and his devotion to his vampire progeny... now that is a character arc I'd love to dive into. Imagine if, in addition to being angry that Rheya used him like a tool, he was also angry that she wanted to hurt vampires. Just imagine something like this: "While you were asleep I was building a kingdom for our people, while you were gone I was the one who stepped up to protect them! And now you think you can come back, and use them, and kill them, and that I'll support you?" The vibes... immaculate.

Going along with the topic of Gaius being responsible for his own actions vs the concept of brainwashing, if Gaius hadn't been brainwashed and simply turned against Rheya because he realized she didn't care about the well-being of vampires and saw them as tools in her quest for power, I feel as though it would've made the alliance between Gaius and MC's crew all that much more interesting. A fragile alliance between people with a common enemy, but Gaius is still not an ally because he still disdains humanity, and once Gaius helps you get Rheya out of the way, you know that you'll have to deal with him next... mmm delicious.

As an add on, learning that it was all the result of brainwashing opens up a whole can of worms of "okay this man still committed war crimes but how much is he actually responsible for?" that I frankly don't feel was necessary, because Gaius was fully fascinating all on his own without needing to add the element of brainwashing to it. I just felt like it had the result of turning a fascinating, layered, nuanced character into "black-and-white" to make his redemption easier for lay readers to stomach.

Even after having bought every single tapestry diamond scene and plenty of diamond scenes with various characters, I was still left with lingering confusion about what happened in the past, namely: what did Gaius's empire look like and how did it work, what exactly were Kamilah and Adrian doing to spread his empire and enforce his rule, and what about him made them choose to swear fealty in the first place? They talk so much about all the people they killed and yet we really only saw them kill people who weren't exactly innocent? Iirc we only saw Adrian kill confederate soldiers, a British soldier who tried to kill him first, and a rogue vampire that had just drained a man of blood. And yeah, there was some sketchiness about it because the confederate soldiers weren't attacking him, and there was a young kid with them, but at the end of the day they were enemy soldiers fighting to maintain slavery and this is war - hardly the same thing as ruthlessly murdering strangers. Anyway the point is that I would've liked a clearer picture of what they did, to truly see them at their lowest points. And then, to see what was the catalyst that started pushing them back up again. I would've liked to know who they were sent to kill, and why, instead of vaguely "I've killed so many people." Give me the details!!

Like Part 1, I am Tired now and I feel like I've said most of what I want to say. So I am finished with my critiques section.

If you made it this far, you are the best and I appreciate you being interested enough in my thoughts to read this long, rambling review ❤️

[bonesandthebees]

I need to scream about Niki actually. [The way her expression shuttered, disbelief followed by pure, sharp grief flashing through her eyes.] Bee let me hug her. [she had blinked twice before all emotion disappeared from her face, leaving nothing but an expressionless mask.] LET ME HUG HER, BEE!

She’s so good at keeping her emotions in check and playing pretend and showing everyone what they want to see. A girl who quietly grieves but powers through it. (Also, her reaction settles that she had no hand in this at all. Like you can argue she expected him to think his was out if she knew but then she would not have THAT reaction).

I wonder if she’s dissociating while eating. Because she’s not really present, but then again she’s able to snap back when hearing her own name.

Then there’s Q [but the moment most eyes turned away from him, this facade would crumble. His face would fall, and something haunted would shine through his eyes.] The ‘something haunted’ especially gives me the vibe he had a hand in this without knowing Wilbur would be there too. And now he regrets it. (Also, unlike Niki, he’s not really eating).

Side note: I just realised you gave them salmon, isn’t that the fish Tomys and Wilbur eat? Also, [Phil watched the shadows dance over the painting of black roses that lorded over the room, and he took a moment to bow his head at it before turning his attention towards his desk.] I am 👀 at this? Is his praying for his son’s survival? His safe return?

Anyway, back to how Phil sees people. [She was smart, after all. She understood that Phil was not a man to confide in.] this man is so cold and I love him. Niki knows not to show him her weakness if she wants that crown. And yet here she is. (Oh that’s literally the next line in text, oops). That very much tells you Phil is going to use this opportunity, even in their shared grief.

Also, I missed the timeline completely upon first reading. Niki saw Schlatt 2 nights before Wilbur and Tomys left. So it was indeed arranged before Wilbur would tag along. That boy got really unlucky, so did Phil, really. (I think that’s before the war room but it’s been a while). I wonder if that was why she acted off that night. Was she debating telling him? Or was it really just the aftermath of the war room? Or Wilbur’s behaviour in general?

P.s. I remember why I analyse your writing, I thought I’d gotten everything in my previous ask about the chapter, but there’s so much more I just did not remember.

(2/?)

-🌲

niki needs a hug so badly my girl is suffering 😭😭😭 but even with the turmoil she's going through, she's still aware of how the people around her are perceiving her. she's still trying to put up a mask because she knows these games never pause. she's trying to act as a queen would act—carrying on because time doesn't stop due to grief. but it's really, really difficult for her.

I loved differentiating how quackity and niki both react to wilbur being missing. quackity knows the same as niki that you have to carry on as a monarch, but he handles it in such a different way. in a way, it's like niki shuts down all nonessential emotions/functions to focus on not visibly breaking down. quackity keeps things running at full speed including his emotions, so he's able to pretend to be as cheerful and happy as ever but then he can't stop himself from visibly slipping back into his grief.

yes the salmon is what tommy and wilbur ate! it's not really a reference to anything, I just view Arestes as having a very seafood dominated diet due to having a very large fishing industry thanks to their proximity to the sea, and salmon happens to be my favorite fish to eat lol

hmm maybe there was a prayer or something there ;)

phil is incredibly cold and will use people even at their lowest. while wilbur is somewhat aware of that, he doesn't fully grasp just how dangerous his father can really be. niki, however, does. she's known phil basically her entire life. that is her best friend's father. and she's never felt like she can trust him. certainly tells you something about how others view phil.

niki and wilbur's talk after the war room happened before niki saw schlatt in the gardens. she was acting off because of what happened in the war room. it was only after wilbur left she tried to sleep but couldn't because of that whole thing. and while in the past niki has always gone to wilbur when she can't sleep, after the war room for some reason she didn't want to (or didn't feel like she should). hence why she went into the gardens alone, and witnessed schlatt's secret meeting.

[yuwuta]

i'm so excited for test drive 2 (no pressure!), but i'm also a rodeo station girlie at heart.. any more megumi or yuta (or anybody else 👀) drafts in the works?

hiiiiiii yuuta by far has the most wips in my drive (i think probably 20). i’ve been writing for him for almost two years since i saw jjk0, but i’m only just now refining/making cohesive fics. lots of it before was like… character studies? the way i write him has changed a lot since i first started, so everything for him is a wip until the very minute i post it, and even then i’m like wait… what if… anyway for everyone else here’s pretty much all the viable drafts lol

yuuta: test drive (marriage of convenience), *simon says (canon-adjacent, enemies to lovers), untitled (f2l, canon-adjacent, yandere tendencies oops), untitled #3 (knight au),

megumi: rodeo station (childhood f2l), heard about us (rich kid au/heir megumi)

yuuji: blooming day (if i say f2l one more time will you kill me… encouraged infidelity by nobara aka greatest wingman), untitled (hybrid au…. HEAR ME OUT!!) 

satoru: plastic off the sofa (doctor au/heir au, established relationship), anti-romantic (fwb au), eve psyche & the bluebeard’s wife (prince/knight au, heian era (?) au, me getting creative with how many ways i can slander sukuna), untitled (omegaverse… HEAR ME OUT AGAIN!) 

nanami: best thing i never had/spring day (runaway bride + f2l au) 

uhhh i think that’s it for like proper fics/things above 3k?? i write a lot and not very quickly ://

[dumplingsjinson]

Okay so a LOT happened today. This is going to be a mess, so yeah, just a heads up!

TL;DR at the very bottom, like always.

One thing before I start: Even after all of this has happened, there’s a part of me that wonders if he likes me or not but it’s definitely solidified the fact that I like him 😂

On with it!

So I met up with him at the train station, and we went to one of the art galleries located 10 minutes away from the station. Nothing much really happened here. We hugged as a way of greeting and I held back on kissing him because I didn't want to startle him, and I also wasn't sure if he'd be okay with it. I did link arms with him and shit during the start of it but eventually let go.

Anyway, we were in the city for probably an hour before we hopped on the train (I was leaning on him and everything during the ride because I was tired lol), then changed to the metro, then got to his car so he could drive us back to his suburb.

We walked around the shopping centre for like, an hour. While we were on the escalators, we would like... Lean against each other and shit; doing shit couples do. At one point, he was placing his chin on my shoulder and had his hand on my waist and I was like OMGREONGKNREG.

(Funny thing about this: his mother was also at the shopping centre, because he saw her car parked near his, and he called her about it. All I heard was him repeating my name over and over again after she asked him who he was with. He didn't address me as a friend to her, just like how he didn't address me as a friend to his other family members the last time I went to his house so like... Oop. Good sign, perhaps? I never saw her at the shopping centre, but when we got to his home, she was just pulling out of the driveway to go to a party. So I met her for like... Five seconds lmfao.)

Anyway, the house was empty. Everyone's gone. I was in his living room lounging around for a bit, and then like... 10-15 minutes of me being there, he invited me up to his room and this is where things get... Interesting.

Things after this are going to be a bit out of order lol, I'm writing them as they come to me.

We were lying on his bed and he was all snuggled against me (keep in mind, his bed is a single bed so it's quite a tight fit for two people, and it means we kinda need to be pressed up against each other so the person who's on the outer side doesn't fall off the bed lmfao). He was telling me stories about his life, I was telling him stories about my life, he told me about his exes (he's been in two relos before: first one was for 2 years, second one was for 3 years. Been like... Two years since he's been in a relo since lol, or least a serious/long term one afaik). He ended up telling me about his exes because I was kinda asking him, "So do you do this with other people?" (the cuddling and kisses on the face and stuff) just to like, see where he was at with all of this, which lead to him being like, "No, unless we're talking about exes".

I ended up telling him how I've never been in a relo before (since he asked) and have only started using these dating apps seriously at the start of this year, and that I never really met anyone interesting and then he was all like, "Until you met me." LIKE. DAMN BOI. OKAY. I SEE HOW IT IS.

He was kissing me on the face every now and then, and at one point he asked “Can I kiss you?" and I non-verbally say yes, so he leaned in and kissed me and I'm just- LEKNFEKLWNF. I wanted this so bad, and it's finally happened! (This is the first and last time of him asking me that lmfao - every other time after this is him kissing me unabashedly and me kissing back. The first time he tried to make out with me, I kinda pushed him away because I wasn't feeling it too much, but after that I was like... Fuck it. I want this. I want him in whatever way I can have him. I caved really bad lmfaoooo.)

He was telling me how I smell good (my perfume is winning me points!), and I was like "you smell good too" because fuck me, he really does smell so good wlfknewklfn.

He kept calling me cute/adorable while cuddling up against me.

I'm wearing something deemed kinda hot for a day like today (I thought it was going to be cold but I guess not), and so he asked me "You sure you don't want to take that off? Or you could wear one of my shirts instead?" and I'm like UH NO IT'S FINE LWKENFLWEKNFKLN. I literally only had my singlet on under that shirt, and I also didn't really want to change lmfao.

At one point, we napped a bit; we woke up and ended up switching positions. I'm on the outside of the bed and he's on the inside.

More cuddling ensued. And when I say cuddling, he was like... Literally pressing up against me. You know the "bodies pressed flushed against each other" type of scenario? Yeah, that. Our legs were entangled, he was combing his fingers through my hair, he kissed me every now and then: all over my face, on my lips. (At one point, he was literally on top of me while we were making out, and that was when he started peeling back my turtleneck and trailing kisses down my jaw, then down to my neck LAKEJNFEWJKLNFEKLNF. And I was like "please don't leave any marks" LMFAOOOO. And yeah, he just kept doing that over and over again. At one point I wanted to be like “Can you kiss my neck more” BUT I WAS TOO SHY SJDKDK).

Told me, and I quote, "I could kiss you forever." So yeah. I'm just going to fucking combust somewhere, thank you!

He continued to call me adorable and cute, and I'm out here being like "stop lying, I'm not cute or adorable" and he's like "I'm not lying. You are adorable." We're like basically bantering every now and again lmao, and I end up calling him adorable at one point because he kinda is tbh.

But anyway, he was all like "you're so soft" and "you're so warm and cuddly" and "you're so cozy" and I'm just l;kJEWLKFNWEKLNF plEASEEEE I LIKE HIM SO MUCH LMFAO AND HIM SAYING ALL OF THAT IS NOT HELPING MY CASE.

He continuously checked on me to make sure I'm okay with him doing all of this, which I honestly really appreciate because it's just so like... Sweet? Told me if he's being too much then to let him know. And honestly, he wasn’t. He was being just right. I loved every bit of what he was doing to/with me, not even gonna lie. So I let him know I was okay with this, and that I was comfy with what he was doing.

We both were are being really clingy with each other, and were teasing each other about it and shit HAHA.

During all of this, he slipped in a, "So where are we going for the next date?" SKGNLWNKN. SOOOOO. I guess we're dating? (As much as I wanted to ask what exactly we were while we were all snuggled up against each other, I think I'll save that for after another few dates lmao.) At one point, when I had my head on his chest, I could hear his heart beating so fast, and when I asked, "Are you okay? You nervous?" he's like "I'm fine. Pretty sure that's the normal heart rate" so I'm all like "Yeeeeah, sureeeeee. Whatever you say." (My heart rate was through the roof, I checked my Apple Watch for my heart rate while he went to the bathroom and... Yeah. It told me everything I needed to know. I could practically feel it beating out of my chest and I was hoping he wasn't able to hear it wlkfnekwlnf).

AND OH GODDWELKFNWEKN at one point, he told me "Try kissing my neck. If not, I'm going to kiss your neck" and I was like "You're saying this like you haven't been kissing my neck already" LMFAOOO.

We dozed off every now and again while snuggled up against each other, and when we woke up, we'd cuddle some more. I had my leg over him and everything, much like a koala, and he was slotting his thigh between my legs and everything. Just... Pressed up against each other. Big spooning me at one point. Back hugging me. The lot. I was DYING the whole time.

All I can say is that this man got so fucking comfortable with me, and I loved every bit of it. That's how fucked I am.

Did I mention how he kept telling me I should stay the night? And I kept saying "I want to but I can't." Like, just before I left he was like "Are you sure you don't want to stay the night?" ELWKNFEKLWN He wanted me to stay the night so bad, and I wanted to stay the night so bad (and I let him know, saying shit like "I want to so bad but I can't" and "I don't want to leave but I have to" because if I didn't, my parents would most definitely kill me lmao).

The first time he asked me that and I said no, he was like "Maybe next time", but then he kept asking me again after that anyway LMAO. I was kinda fuelling him on since I flip flopped between "Maybe I should stay" and "But nah."

And oh GoddddDDD, I was like "I won't see you again for a bit because of how busy you're going to be for the next few weeks" and he was all like "Yeah, so let's cherish this moment."

And yeah... At one point, I told him "I wanna stay here tonight because I know I'm gonna miss you once I leave but I gotta go home". So uh. Basically a confession and a half on my part LMAO.

Who knew clingy me was also very unfiltered? Though I will say, there were other things I wanted to say to/tell/ask him but I kinda held back lol.

I also was like "You're going to have to teach me a lot of things" and he was like "So what do you want me to teach you?" and I got all flustered because of that EVEN THOUGH I WAS THE ONE WHO FUCKING MENTIONED IT LWEFNKLEWN.

And I also asked if I was too boring (since we were just laying there and cuddling and shit and I wasn't really initiating much LMFAO) and he was like, "No you're not."

And oh yeah, he also asked if I was feeling shy in a playful manner and I just ran with it and used it as an excuse whenever I didn't want to do something with him lmfao. He was never pushy about the things I didn’t want to do, though, and he really did stick to the, "Don't worry, we can take things slow."

AND JEJDKS his dad came home after work with pizza and I didn’t end up going down to eat anything because I wasn’t hungry, so I didn’t meet his dad… And then just as we were leaving the house so he can drive me home, I see his dad in the newly bought massage chair, sleeping away and I was like OOP-

Thank God none of his family saw me with messy fucking hair because that would have been bad 💀💀

He drove me home after that, I hugged him good night and kissed him, told him to message me when he got back home, and yeah. He messaged me and goes “can’t wait to cuddle more 🥰” or something like that, and I replied with “sameeee. I’m always down for some cuddles” 😭😭😭

So yeah. We basically spent the whole day cuddling. He kept kissing me all over the face. He kept calling me cute/adorable and cozy and comfortable and LKNEWKLFN. Complimented me and shit ahaha. We spent our sweet time kissing again and again and again lksnfewnf. We were just very, very affectionate with each other (I told him that he was very affectionate and cuddly and he was like “anything wrong with that?” and I was like “nope. I like it that way, at least with you” and he was like “I’m glad.” I let him know time and time again I'm new to this, and he kept reassuring me about it. I was all like "I'm not familiar with this" and he was basically like "Well, get familiar with it because I'm going to be doing this a lot."

AND YEAH. THAT'S BASICALLY WHAT HAPPENED. This recount is all over the place because I'm writing everything down as they come back to me rather than having the events be in order; everything has kind of blurred together lol, and some things aren't said verbatim.

TL;DR: We went out, then we went back to his home and spent like... 5-6 hours just cuddling in his bed before he drove me home. We made out so many fucking times, to the point where I've basically lost count on how many times we did that, he was whispering sweet nothings to me, he kept playing with my hair, he kissed me all over my face, kept pecking me on my lips, he was trailing kisses down my jaw and my neck, he didn't want me to go home, we were bantering here and there AND I think he wants a fourth date... So. Yeah.

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Love Until We Freeze Ch.8 Day 7 - Breck/Reader

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Warnings: Dead dove, do not eat. No use of Y/N, gender-neutral reader, overwhelming hopelessness, various attempts at murder, wishes for death, reader accidentally hurts themselves again, reader is the coldest they've ever been, oral sex, jerking off, mentions of reader's abuse, character death, sex.

Wordcount: 10966

Summary: You were so close, and now there was no way to get back down to the hotel before your parents left, unless...

Notes: It's all been building up to this. One final test for the reader, and it isn't an easy one even compared to yesterday. On a lighter note, no, the man in this chapter isn't Matty this time despite the name I picked, because I wrote this before I started sneaking cameos in each fic, plus the second my bff mentioned he could play the man I was picturing in my head I started blushing so hard I forgot how to type oop- so he's played by Lucas MacGyver instead lol

6AM, Sunday morning, your family was leaving today.

Chet kept you up all night as you were regularly examined, your vitals checking out even with the zaps you kept receiving. You couldn’t do another day of this, you might actually try and grab it from him if you found out they still needed to keep an eye on you, see how long you could last with the barbs pressed to your temple. They seemed to sense your resolve on the matter, Chet escorted from the room as you eyed the device in his hand, the burns from it still stinging as they were looked at as well. 

‘20 minutes,’ one of the Square suddenly whispered to you as they all went to leave, ‘he’s allowing you 20 minutes, but that’s all.’ You didn’t get a chance to ask when it started as the door closed, and in your hurry you shut your eyes and tried to get some rest before you were yanked back to this. It was day 3, you were beyond exhausted, but your adrenaline was racing too much, you couldn’t do it, and when the buzzer went off again you couldn’t even summon enough energy to feel forlorn. You didn’t even feel tired anymore, you’d stopped feeling that as well, your hunger long forgotten on top of it all, you truly were numb as you just laid there and stared because it was the only thing left you could do.

The visions from your trek played like a montage over the ceiling tiles as you gazed up at them, and you repeated them over and over until it became too much and you finally broke down; you’d been crying all week, but the hopelessness of your reality hurt too much, you couldn’t take it as you wailed loudly into the blood stains you’d left behind, your mittens rubbing comfort into your arms as you curled up as much as you could. They’d been right there, if only you’d waited out the storm, or left a day earlier, then maybe they would’ve been around to see you, be able to hear you, save you. This was unbearable, you felt paralyzed as you lay there, so beyond numb that you didn’t think you’d ever know how to feel anything but this ever again.

Your breathing started to even out as your door opened much sooner than you expected, and your relief felt hollow as you finally saw Breck standing there with his sunglasses on again, it’d been days since you’d seen them and they made the room feel colder as he looked down at you. It took him a moment before he did walk in, a small remote leaving his pocket and clicking in the direction of the camera as the red light turned off, he needed privacy, this wasn’t good. You didn’t feel fear though as he stepped onto your bed with his boots, at least they were dry as he straddled you, but no heat came off of him, he wasn’t going to touch you this time.

He just stared at you, his mouth a hard line as you tried to see his eyes, and you felt so small under his unreadable gaze as you managed to sit up, your legs still under him. You tried to speak but nothing felt right, not after everything you’d confessed the night before, not when you didn’t even know if he’d heard it. You expected him to still be upset with you, but if he hit you now it would only add to the damage, or maybe be lost in the sea of fire you felt under your skin as the cold room did little to cure it. He stared until you couldn’t take it any longer, and when you lifted up your hands to feebly take his glasses off you felt everything come crashing down as your eyes met his.

He’d been crying too, and he was furious.

The gun came back out as his glasses hit the mattress, the magazine pulled out fast to show you that it was loaded this time before he pressed it to your stomach; you’d betrayed him, he’d warned you about this, and you just braced yourself on his shoulders and waited for it to end. You sucked in a breath through your teeth when it didn’t come, Breck looking like he was working himself up to it as his anger intensified. His own pain showed on his face as he placed the gun against your temple instead, he wanted to watch the lights leave your eyes, and you tried to give him that much as the tears fell down your cheeks.

‘Do it,’ you whispered softly, you needed him to, you couldn’t spend the rest of your life up here otherwise. ‘It’s okay, I don’t wanna be here anymore, please give me clarity.’ He shifted closer, his clenched teeth showing as his fingers adjusted over the grip, just one squeeze of the trigger and you’d be free, he wouldn’t be able to save you from this one. ‘Please,’ you begged, your voice breaking the longer he waited, his other hand finding your jaw and making you hiss, ‘we both know I’m always gunna be nothing, I’m just a lost cause, I’ll never be good enough for your happiness, so just… put me out of my misery, Breck…’

He actually shook his head, so small and quick you almost missed it, his anger melting into genuine sorrow as he shut his eyes and yelled, the sound making you do so as well as you waited for the bullet, but instead you heard him take it away, Breck switching the safety back on and throwing it out of reach before pulling your mouth to his. You kissed him back as he took what he needed, not wanted, everything desperate about it all as he barely stopped to breathe. Your head tilted back as he kneeled over you, his height showing as he gripped the sides of your face tight and didn’t let go.

‘You left me,’ he gasped before kissing you again, and you didn’t hold him back as you felt something hot and wet hit your cheek, your eyes staying closed for his sake.

‘I had to,’ you replied when he pulled away again, you felt nothing from this, but you were sure he didn’t either.

‘You tried to kill me, too, you hate me that much?’ More kisses, more wetness against your skin.

‘You’d have killed me otherwise.’ He didn’t deny it, and you wished you could push him away as your hands rested against his chest just over where you’d swung at him.

He held you by the back of the head and lowered you down, the camera light still off as he broke away to brace his hands on the mattress on either side of your head; he was thinking about what to do, and you felt nothing as he looked up at the gun but didn’t move to get it. He was breathing just as heavily as you were, you’d never seen him like this, your betrayal had hit him harder than anything you’d done to him so far, and when he wrapped both hands around your throat and started to squeeze you just closed your eyes and waited.

‘Fuck!’ He got off of you, nothing in your room to damage other than your door as he punched into the wood, it actually giving way and splintering on this side. You continued to lay there even as you jumped at the sound, your hands resting over your chest as you let him decide what to do, the gun just above your head and his back to you but your hands were useless; as he picked the splinters from his knuckles you didn’t even know if you wanted to shoot him or yourself as your dream came to mind again, and that thought made you feel even worse.

He paced the room, clearly unable to decide if he wanted to hurt you or not as he lifted his foot but didn’t kick or stomp right away, his fists clenched but never making contact, your tears slowing to a stop as death floated above you like an angel, always close enough to touch but never coming near enough for either of you to. Finally he decided on the gun, the safety off as he stood above you and aimed down, this was impersonal, this was detached, you wouldn’t make a mess as you blended into the red and rusty brown blossoming amongst the white, your bandages feeling all the tighter as you stared into the blackhole above you.

‘I hate you,’ you told him, but there was no venom behind your words, just another plea to get him to stop making you wait, and he steeled himself before pulling the trigger.

Your entire body tensed as this time you heard the shot ring out, another gasp leaving you that you weren’t sure was in surprise or relief. You felt no pain though, maybe it was over that fast and you were already flying, but as you opened your eyes you still saw him there, the gun falling to his side as he caught his breath, his expression hardening again. You blinked a few times in confusion before looking around, your eyes eventually settling on the hole tearing into the mattress right beside your head; he’d missed, there was no way he could’ve unless it was on purpose, but he didn’t try again as he turned the safety back on and stuffed the gun back into place.

‘You hate me that much?’ he asked again, but you knew he didn’t want an answer as he reached down and grabbed onto you. ‘You wanna go outside so bad? Cryo not enough for you to numb it all? Fine, you can go, get the fuck out of here.’ He dragged you to your feet, your confused hope turning into panic once more as the room filled with Squares, they’d been waiting to clean up his mess again. You looked between them as you were forced into more weather-appropriate clothes, Breck letting you go as you were so protected from the cold that you actually started sweating, proper mittens even pulled over your hands to keep them warm.

You looked at him, a silent question on if he was serious when he grabbed you again and headed for the back door, no one giving him a coat this time to pull over his vest as he carried you out into the aftermath of the blizzard.

There was ice hanging off of everything, beautiful and sharp as the sun shone through the cloudy glass, and you were almost mesmerized by it as you were dragged over to what appeared to be a tool shed tucked between a few trees to help protect it from the harsh conditions. He took out his keys and made quick work of the padlock, needing to chip away at the ice frozen over it too for just a moment before opening the door to reveal everything they needed to survive up there, from shovels to window scrapers to snowblowers to even a wall of extra firewood. You looked around for some skis when you noticed the chair right in the middle of the small room, Breck starting to pull you towards it when you finally fought back.

You tugged against his grip, used the doorway to keep yourself outside, but you were still running on little food and even less sleep, and when he yanked you so hard you swore your shoulder almost popped you let yourself be thrown onto the freezing hand-crafted wood. You rolled your shoulder as he threw all of your possible weapons into the snow, emptying out the room almost entirely until it was just you and your chair, the firewood and two small windows up high on the walls to your sides the only things he couldn’t take, and when he was done he gave you his coldest look yet before slamming the door and sliding the lock through the hasp.

You got off of the chair and slammed your hands into the door, calling his name until a loud bang from the other side silenced you. ‘You find a way to get out of there, and you can go, I won’t stop you,’ he promised, and you made sure it wouldn’t just open before pushing it, then shoving it, and then slamming your abused shoulder into it. It didn’t budge, it was made to keep everything inside safe, and he clicked the lock back into place as your final test before walking away.

‘Wait! Don’t leave me out here!’ you yelled desperately as you banged on the door, the resulting silence making you bring the chair over to the wall. You stood up and tried to see out of the window but it was too high and your hands were useless, the cold instantly coming in as you cracked it open and stood on your tiptoes. ‘Breck! Don’t leave me!!’

It took you a while to pick yourself back up after you'd collapsed against the wall, all huddled up for warmth as you waited for him to come back, but deep down you knew he wouldn't; you didn't know how, but something you'd said or done had made him unable to pull the trigger after everything, but he still wanted you to hurt for leaving, even if he promised you could go for real. You had to earn it now that you had his permission, there would be no need to run and hide this time, you just needed to get out and that would be it, otherwise the cold would kill you when he couldn’t. Knowing this, that freedom was on the other side of this ice-covered wall, you still couldn't bring yourself to get up, his expressions still playing behind your eyes.

You'd only ever seen him cold, or needy, or angry, but for him to actually look like he cared about you? Like you'd hurt him by trying to leave after all your talk about wanting to go? He hadn't even looked like that when you'd nearly killed yourself, and you banged your hands off your head in frustration as you saw him throw the gun away and kiss you like he actually needed you, not just wanted to claim you.

‘I don't understand you,’ you told the empty shed, there wouldn't be cameras inside here but you wished he could hear it anyway, and you did another check of the place to make sure he hadn't gotten anything ready. The sunlight streamed through the windows and lit the place up, it was slightly smaller than the average shed since they were only storing a few things apart from the extra wood, which Breck had probably only left behind since it would've been too much of a bother to stack it all again, and you weighed your options of escape as you stood and properly took everything in.

Okay, there was the door, which was very solid and locked from the outside. There were the two windows, but they were up much higher than you even with the chair and just barely tall enough to fit you, so if you got stuck you'd be fucked. The walls looked thick but you had a lot of firewood and your new mittens were properly insulated, maybe you might be able to smash out a hole big enough to crawl through? You figured that if you caused any damage now it wouldn't matter, he was done with you, and you picked up one of the logs to test the weight. It looked to be the same wood as the entire room, it pretty heavy in your weakened state but you were determined, if you could survive a trip down the mountain in a blizzard you could escape a shed.

You started to use it as a battering ram, angling right above the handle in the hopes that the lock would hold enough to allow the hash to be knocked free, but after several minutes of that with no change you were forced to drop it and give your aching hands a rest; it was hard enough to hold anything with your fingers all wrapped up, and you cursed your timing for stopping you from getting a proper grip. Still, you couldn't give up, and you picked it back up and tried for the hinges next, your frustration growing when they were just as reinforced.

The door was a bust but this wouldn't stop you, your hands and arms getting a break before you tried with your wall idea. It worked a lot better, your hope rising with each strike as you braced the wood against your shoulder and jammed even harder, it hurting so much with each hit but you were making progress. When the wood gave way and the log pushed back into your shoulder hard enough to make you yelp you stopped, the joint throbbing as you removed the log from the hole to look outside, but when you saw what awaited you you felt your heart sink again: an inner wall of brick lay on the other side, worn with age but there all the same, they'd built this shed over the old one instead of replacing it.

You bit back a wail, you couldn't get out this way, so even setting a fire to burn the place down if you needed a last resort would only turn it into your crematorium. You touched the stone and knew that the other layer of wood on the outside wouldn't let it fall so easily, another way out snatched from you as the despair tried to creep under your clothes and claw at your skin again, your only hope the windows high above you as you leaned against the wall and stared.

You could easily picture yourself managing to get stuck up there, your torso and head exposed to the cold until the blood rushed to your head enough to knock you out; you could see yourself just hanging there, your eyes bulging and your lips blue as Breck walked up to you in disappointment, you couldn't even do this much, you really were a nothing as he radioed for some poor Square to get you down and dump your body on the other side of the mountain where you wouldn't be found.

You slapped your mitt into the ground and stood, he would not have the last word on your life even in this possible situation, your body alight with determination as you positioned the chair and climbed onto the wood. It was wall to wall so there was no threat of anything sliding to the sides, but you still had to make sure you didn't accidentally knock any out from underneath you as you unsteadily moved from your knees to your feet. With this extra height you could properly reach, your head almost touching the ceiling as you pushed open the window all the way and felt the fresh air stream in. You breathed deep and tried to squeeze through, your thick coat already catching with the amount of insulation, he really did intend for you to get down safely wearing this, but it was useless to you as it caught on everything and started to tear, the fabric caching and making you panic. 

You pulled yourself out and checked out the damage, this wasn't good, but you'd started to fit, you could see from here how you might actually be able to pull this one off, freedom was right there! You didn't want to but you knew you had to, your resigned sigh your last push to yank down the zipper and pull the coat from your body, and instantly the cold crept back in, attacking all the raw spots that still burned from yesterday; until you got to a proper hospital the cold would only make them worse and maybe end in nerve damage, but you were prepared to risk it as you pushed the coat to the other side so you could put it back on when you were out. You watched it float forever, the way down a lot further than the way up looked, if you landed wrong you could seriously injure if not paralyze yourself, and that was enough to give you pause for a second.

The coat was off and outside, you were up there, every other way was shot down, it was this or nothing.

You clenched your teeth and started to slide through, the absence of the coat just what you needed as you stood on your tiptoes and balanced just enough to rest on your chest. You kept pushing and shifting just a little at a time, once you were able to get onto your stomach that would be it, you could pray the snow and your coat would catch you and then you could take the ATV trail down with no one following you, and in your excitement you pushed a little too hard; the wood you were standing on shot out from underneath you, the others following as your body weight violently shifted back to your torso.

The sill dug into your already bruised ribs as you flailed and tried to hang on, your outstretched hand reaching for the sun as you fell down, down, down.

You were out for only a moment, at least it felt like that, your eyes unable to focus as the colours blurred above you. You were vaguely aware of the pain as you groaned, it increasing in volume as you looked around, woke up, saw what happened; you'd landed on the chair and shattered it, your head smashed into the ground, you definitely had to have a concussion after that one, and when you touched the already tender area from when Breck had knocked you out you weren't surprised to see red. The wood pile had crumbled and spilled, a good half of it now resting on top of your leg and pinning it down, and when you shifted and just felt pain you knew that you'd fucked up, that was it. 

You repeatedly begged yourself not to cry, you'd done it too much, you were already dehydrated as hell and this was getting dangerous, but you couldn't help it as you laid there unable to move. He would find you like this in who knew how many days, this would be even more disappointing to him because you'd have died slowly, cold, broken, alone, too excited to think rationally and move carefully. He'd think you not only a failure and a disappointment but an idiot, and you could already hear him as he stared down at you and gently kicked your lifeless body. ‘You didn't even make it off the bunny hill,’ he'd say, and you felt your chest clench as you couldn't help but want to prove him wrong, you could do it, you could-! ‘It would've been so much less of a hassle to just shoot you, I shouldn’t have wasted so much time on you, maybe I really should've just let you drown-’

‘Shut up!’ you screamed into the room, Breck nowhere to be found when you opened your eyes again, and you wished he was so you could chuck the wood right at his face, break his nose with it for leaving you out there after all of his talk about not wanting you to leave him. How dare he, how fucking dare he throw you out and expect you to do all of this all over again after carrying you all the way back up here. He couldn't do this, you wouldn't let him, and you pushed yourself up and assessed the damage as you'd done a thousand times before.

Your right leg was pinned but it was still in one piece, you hadn't broken it, but you still were careful as you moved the wood off of it and let it lay flat over top of them all. The leverage was good, and your left leg was spared, your arm stiff from how you'd landed but it worked, he hadn't broken you yet. You gave yourself a moment to rest as you shifted back until you were against the opposite wall, the only problem left being how to get the fuck out of there. You could pile it all up and try again, you didn't need to let this be the end of it, and as soon as you felt rested enough you began. It was slow work but it kept you warm with your coat currently freezing outside, everything else doing their jobs and protecting the rest of you. You were shivering and your teeth were chattering but these were things you were used to, the cold numbing everything that hurt again as you placed log after log.

It took you an eternity but you did it, nearly giving up a few times when the cold couldn’t numb the returning hunger, or tempted you with a long nap that you so desperately needed, but when the wall was back in place you found yourself some leverage and started the climb now that you had no chair. Your arms shook and your right leg was practically useless while you had to rely on your already injured left, your body made of stone as you fought to just get up there; the ledge made of logs wasn’t very wide or stable but it held as everything locked together, your muttered encouragements cheering you on as you reminded yourself that if you didn’t hurry your family would leave and that would be it.

You made it, a tearfully relieved laugh barked out as you then stood, you wouldn’t do it wrong this time, your arms holding all your weight as the sill pressed into every single wound littering the sides. You were panting by the time you got back to where you were, the sun peeking through the clouds to warm you as your tears fell to the ground below, and when you looked up so you could see it you froze; he was standing there, leaning against the building in the distance, all huddled up from the cold without a coat just like you, he’d never gone inside, he’d never left you. You locked eyes with him from there, he’d seen you fall and still waited for you to try again, you had finally tried just like he wanted, and he didn’t look proud as the breeze picked up and had you both shivering.

He was waiting for you to leave him.

What’re you doing? you asked yourself as you started to shift backwards, your eyes on him until you were crouching down, then sitting, then sliding off and onto the floor. Why did you get down? Why did I… Your back hit the corner and you slowly lowered yourself down, your eyes on the door as you waited, your arms wrapping around yourself as you just kept trying to rub warmness back into you, your legs spread out and resting from all the exertion. I was so close…

‘You’re a liar,’ you told the door even though you knew he was too far to hear it, he’d never let you go even if you had climbed out, there was probably something planned just like yesterday, everything he ever told you was always a lie. ‘Just get through the day, I’m just being punished, he can do whatever he wants but I won’t give in to his fake promises, not this time…’

The sun was starting to set, and you were dangerously close to falling asleep.

You’d surpassed being cold again, you didn’t think it was possible but you’d reached a state of nirvana huddled up in that corner, your numbness growing until you couldn’t even hold your arms up anymore. You thought you might be dead as you just stared at the floor, but a struggle to move your leg made you flinch, you felt it, you were still alive. The window was still open and letting in the falling snow, it piling up as you chastised yourself for not closing it, but you’d been moving on autopilot then and hadn’t even thought of it. Now you could see the frost gathering on not only the glass but down the wall as well, white filling in the cracks at the top of the pile and trying to stretch out greedy fingers for your boots. 

I wonder if they’ll have dinner before they leave, you thought to yourself as you watched the clouds go by outside the window, just barely visible between the puffy flakes floating down. I guess it depends on who’s driving, if they wanna do it in the dark… if it’s dad, he won’t care, Uncle Frank has horrible night blindness so he wouldn’t, plus he’d wanna eat, maybe Aunt Grace? 

You saw the minibus in the clouds, saw everyone already piled into it and beckoning for you to join, they were so happy to see you, they’d waited so patiently all week and you were keeping them, they wouldn’t leave without you even after the sun set, right?

I’m so tired, I think I’ll sleep all the way home and for once they won’t bug me, maybe I’ll even get my book back, I never got to see how it ended…

Your eyes welled up and the cold made them sting, but when you went to blink you found you couldn’t, your face scrunching up in acceptance as the sky got darker and you lost the shapes in the sky.

I’m… I’m never going home, am I? You couldn’t open your mouth to say it, you didn’t have the strength. I’m really going to die up here because I hurt him, why did I try to go, why do I keep act…ing… st…

Your head fell to the side, the muscles in your neck finally giving up as a tear rolled down your cheek, your mind growing so fuzzy that you didn’t even register the lock being opened. The door swung to the side, the gathered snow disturbed beautifully as Breck found you in your corner, another tear falling because he’d come for you, you wouldn’t have to die alone anymore. You wanted to thank him for this single gift but you couldn’t even make a sound, and he didn’t look disappointed or angry as he gently brushed the frost from your hat and shoulders.

His nose and cheeks were red, his own lips pale as he carefully reached under you, your clothes cracking like ice over a pond as your limbs were moved, or maybe that was just your fragile body. His hands shook as he carried you back to the facility, someone seeing him through a window and rushing to open the door for him, the Circle’s panicked questions only sounding like white noise to you as he didn’t answer. He brought you all the way back to his room, a barely living corpse as the heat seeped into your eyes and allowed you to partially blink. His bed felt like the sky as he laid you down on it even though you were getting his blankets all wet, and he didn’t even care as you soaked into his pillows with thawing hair.

‘You didn’t even make it off the bunny hill,’ he finally whispered as he took off his vest and tossed it to the floor, here it came, he was going to give you clarity. ‘You couldn’t do that much, and yet you still made it all the way to the hotel, swung at me, chose death.’ He was starting to look sad again, this wasn’t right, you needed him to hate you back so you could fly, already. ‘I couldn’t help you see, so why would you…?’

He took off his sweater and for a moment you prayed that he would smother you with it when he draped it over you, rubbed warmth back into your limbs until the frost and snow were gone, your small noises of discomfort drawing his attention as you blinked painfully and looked down at him.

‘Bunny…’

You closed your eyes and cried at the name you’d grown used to as he lifted your hand and removed your mitt, your frozen fingers cooling his burning cheeks as he held you to him, and when your attempts to move allowed you just enough to press down and tell him you were still there you saw actual relief on his face. He placed your hand back down and turned to remove your boots, tugging them off carefully when he discovered you’d hurt your other leg as well. He tossed them onto the floor, water splashing everywhere without a care, your belt next but he didn’t look like he was going to hurt you this time, for once it was the opposite as he slipped your pants down your legs and started to rub them.

He didn’t press too hard even though he knew it would be the perfect way to hurt you, your joints aching as he stretched you, helped make sure everything was still working. You could see that the rawness around your knees and ankles was even worse, and there was a very concerning trail of marks going down your leg from where the logs had crashed, but he didn’t dig his thumbs in, see how much he could do before you screamed even with your lack of energy.

He picked up his sweater from your chest next, bundling it up and placing it behind your head, the soft wool soaking up all the cold and tickling your ears when he removed your hat, your own plain sweater coming off before he was rotating your arms, bending your elbows, pressing strength back into your stiff joints before moving onto the next thing. You just watched all the while, waiting for the other shoe to drop, and when he positioned himself between your legs and hooked his fingers under the elastic of your underwear you could only breathe, too tired to beg him not to, he’d just do it anyway.

Your legs were lifted as he removed your underwear, your body bared completely to him again, and you just prayed that you were numb enough not to feel it when he moved backwards down the bed until he could lower himself to you, his hands looping under your thighs and lifting your legs over his shoulders. The warmth stung, you were still too cold and it’d seeped in too deep after yesterday and your refusal to move, but under all the pain you still felt how tenderly warm his mouth was as he kissed your inner thigh.

‘I’ll warm you up again,’ he whispered to you gently as he kissed higher, this was different than his cruel teasing between cryo sessions, he was actually letting you enjoy as much as you could as his cheek brushed against the remaining warmth between your legs. He didn’t rush into it, just let you feel him as a heat formed in your stomach, started to spread through you to combat the burn of the ice your skin had become, and when he kissed you there you let out a soft moan through cracked lips.

There was no dirty talk, no hungry looks as he kept his eyes on your body, no wandering hands as he just made sure he had access to you, and when he finally placed his mouth over you you felt nothing but pleasure. You still couldn’t move, you were too numb for that, but the sparks still spread as he hummed around you, encouraged by the sounds you were making. It was working, you were heating up in a way that wouldn’t put you into shock, but this was also bringing the pain back, your leg twitching as your knee bent a way it didn’t like. He heard your noise and fixed the angle, thinking about you this time as he continued, his tongue hot and soft as it licked comfort into you, drew out your noises in a way he never had before.

Your fingers twitched under your bandages as he got even more into it, and you felt everything that he’d been hiding behind his diamond as your hips jutted ever so slightly without him stopping or holding you down. There was nothing behind his ministrations, nothing but wanting to warm you up and please you because you were still here, you’d waited for him, you hadn’t left him, all the lies you’d expected him to reveal never said as he brought you back to life again.

Your thighs started to tremble and he held them a little tighter, not enough to hurt but to feel the life still in you, and your back arched as more feeling returned, your face nuzzling into the sweater behind your head and breathing in the scent of him; you’d never noticed before but the whole room smelt almost sterile, just like the rest of the building, but his sweater smelled like his body wash, of snow catching on old pine trees, it smelt almost like being free and flying as his tongue swirled around you and made you breathe deep with a gasp. Your hand moved without you telling it to, you couldn’t feel him through the bandages but his head felt warm all the same under your palm as you held him in place, guiding him down to do it a little faster.

He obliged, you were the one in charge of him as he sucked in a quick breath through his nose and shifted up, your heels digging into his spine as your thighs threatened to crush his head, neither addressed as he just moaned against you and gave you more. He was starting to grind into the mattress, even now he couldn’t help but chase his own pleasure but he never took his hands off of you, putting you first even as you started to shift up with each light thrust. It only added to it, the vibrations of his groans shooting through you until you were keening, holding him down and silently asking for more.

Speaking was still hard but he understood all the same, he was the only one who understood you, and when you looked down you saw him gaze up at you at the same time, his eyes showing nothing but adoration for you as you held on tight and came onto his tongue. He eased you through it, not stopping until you let go and went limp into the damp softness underneath you, Breck palming himself but not taking it any further unlike yesterday. You caught your breath as you stared up at him, thought about how he’d waited out there all day with you until he was just as cold as you were, and you held your hand out for him to take so you could pull him down next to you.

He nestled into your neck as he undid his pants and reached inside, your cheeks reddening but not in embarrassment this time as he moaned into your ear and got himself off. It didn’t take long, he was already so worked up from pleasuring you, and you moved your leg a little closer to him so he could ride out his own orgasm against his hand and your thigh. He waited until he could breathe again before getting up and stripping as well, but he didn’t straddle you, make you feel fear or unsafe, just pulled back the blankets from underneath you as carefully as he could and tucked you in, his pillows flipped over to the dry sides as well as his sweater was hung over the headboard.

He climbed back into bed and held you close just like the other night, his arm underneath you to make sure you didn’t get away, but so was yours underneath him as you adjusted yourself until you were laying more on your side and facing him. He was handsome when he wasn’t hurting you, and something about him now was almost loving as he placed his hand over your waist and held on a little tighter. ‘Did I pass your test?’ you whispered, it was still a little hard to talk but at least the words were coming now.

‘You failed, you didn’t leave,’ he answered as his grip tightened, but not in anger.

‘I thought you were tricking me again, I was ready to die out there than have to try and survive another punishment.’ He didn’t look offended, but his knee did move up to slide in between yours. ‘I still don’t understand you.’

‘I told you I’m a man of my word,’ he repeated, something aching in your chest as you refused to believe that he really would’ve let you walk right by him, that he would’ve let you go, but when you looked into his eyes you saw that there were no hidden motives this time, this the most genuine he’d been with you since you’d met a week ago. ‘You stole my lighter.’

‘You dropped it,’ you explained, and he held you a little tighter when your other hand rubbed against his arm. ‘I almost threw it away, out there…’

‘But you kept it,’ he finished for you, your small nod making something shine in his eyes. ‘You almost freed me from her, freed yourself from me… maybe you’re sentimental too, Bunny.’

Things would probably go back to normal tomorrow, when you knew you’d be trapped here and he’d have to finish his training; there’d be no more rush for you to make it down, the sun was almost set, they’d be gone by now, this was all you had left, and you pushed your forehead against his as you sniffed and lamented your loss. His hand trailed up to cup your jaw, and you let him kiss you before you realized you were kissing him back, feeling something this time as he cradled your persevering body and rubbed his own against you, his length brushing against your thighs thanks to the height difference between you. It didn’t escalate past that, the two of you needing each other as he crawled on top of you but didn’t pin you down, and when you broke apart to breathe he chased after your mouth.

‘Breck, do you love me?’ you asked before he could kiss you again, and a familiar coldness shone in his eyes as he looked down, his hand reaching up to touch the scar left behind by the last person who’d asked him that.

‘You should know better, you’re smarter than that,’ he muttered as he got back off of you, and when he pulled away from your restrained grip you just let him put on some clean clothes and walk out without another word.

You couldn’t sleep as you lay in his bed, your head playing the buzzer every time you tried, and eventually you had to get up and get dressed. Your clothes were still a bit damp but you’d be able to warm them now, his blankets had driven all the cold away even without him, even when he never came back. Fully dressed, you figured you might as well try and remember if you knew the way to see Brit so you could get checked out, maybe see if the cafeteria had anything you could munch on to get a little more in your stomach, but you were only able to make it a few steps from his door when two Diamonds approached you. You were too tired to run or fight, and you didn’t need them messing with your healing wounds by dragging you anywhere, so you just sighed at them and motioned for them to lead the way.

They exchanged a look, clearly they expected a fight after everything you’d put so many of them through that week, but it was late and you were really hoping to catch either Brit or some food or both, so the sooner they got their cult business over with the better.

They led you back to the library, the wall of windows like mirrors as you saw yourself enter through the doors, then another Diamond you didn’t recognize at all; he was almost as tall as Breck, more classically handsome, his messy, blonde hair fluffed up once it was no longer tamed by his own gray hat, which he removed along with his coat now that you’d joined him, he’d just arrived. The others left as soon as you were alone with him, you had enough context clues by now, and you looked him over before going to one of the old, leather chairs nearby to sit down before your knees gave out, that visit to Brit would have to come before food. ‘Mitch, I presume?’ you asked, knowing only one name that didn’t belong to anyone here, and he shook his head before walking over to you.

‘Topher, you’re the one Breck has been… training all week, aren’t you?’ he asked right back as he looked you over concernedly, and you flinched as you gave a wide shrug and let your hands fall back onto your lap.

‘In the flesh, what’s left of it,’ you joked, it all you could do as he then looked unhappy about what’d been done to you, his worry actually matching Brit’s to your surprise; as you examined him right back, you realized he held an air about him that none of the others did, but he couldn’t be from the Council that Breck had spoken about because he also wore a diamond and they wore jackets with their hotel’s logos on them, symbols of their statuses.

‘You shouldn’t be here,’ he said as he walked up to you to inspect you closer, and even with his air you didn’t feel threatened by him, not compared to Breck, he wasn’t dangerous like the rest of them.

‘Yeah, I’ve been saying that too,’ you muttered, the two of you turning to the door as Breck was pushed inside; he stumbled a little, the push more of a shove as the door was slammed in his face. He glared at the door before noticing not only your company but you as well, and when he asked what you were doing there you couldn’t figure out which one he was talking to.

‘Word’s gotten back to the Lodge about what you’ve been doing, they received several complaints from many of the members here over the past week and couldn’t ignore it once Brit got involved,’ Topher explained, the air around him getting heavier as he motioned for Breck to take the other seat opposite you. He stared the other man down as he leaned against the long table in the center of the room instead, his expression cold as you recognized the hatred in his eyes and instantly knew who the third person in the room was.

Topher was the Double Black.

‘What I do to my Bu- my charge isn’t any of the Lodge’s business, I was promoted here for a reason,’ he told him as calmly as he could, but you knew that tone as well, he didn’t like being talked down to, and he hated being underestimated.

‘You were, but that was before we saw what you were doing.’ Breck stiffened as Topher walked over to the small table by him where a folder sat, and his frown created harsh edges around his handsome features as he flipped it open and took out a stack of screenshots from the security cameras. ‘Kidnapping, abuse, violence, things that we consider to be actual torture; the Uler Insitute promotes Happiness, Freedom, and Self-Evolution, where is any of that in your teachings?’

‘My methods are my own, I know what I’m doing to get results,’ he was quick to explain, but Topher just held his hand up to silence him with a look of incredulousness.

‘Just like the last one? There are cameras everywhere in this facility as the main branch, do you really think that the Council doesn’t know that you tripped her?’ This shut him up, your eyes going wide because you thought you were the only one who knew such information. ‘You’ve been abusing your power ever since you became a Diamond, killing members of all status to your whims, not to mention what went down here two years ago- does it kill you that much to know that I was the one they chose, not you?’ You saw the corner of his mouth twitch, you knew how much Topher was right, and he was in danger. ‘From this moment forward you’re to be stripped of your level and excommunicated from U.I., and as soon as your “bunny,” as you insist on saying because you think it makes you better, even though it doesn’t, is taken care of then you’ll be placed before the Council to decide if you deserve exile or death for your crimes against the teachings of Edmund Casey.’

‘You can’t-!’ Breck shouted as he took a step forward, Topher holding up his hand to silence him again but he wouldn’t be, not this time. ‘I’ve dedicated my entire life to the Institute, I believe in everything he taught and I’ve been trying my damndest to teach it to everyone in my care, it’s not my fault they never fucking get it like I do-!’

‘That’s enough! Casey was wrong when he made you a Circle that day, and it should’ve been you that died, not Mead,’ Topher snarled coldly, the emotion not matching his eyes as pain shone behind them, Breck taken aback as you covered your mouth in shock. ‘She was more of a member than you ever were, she was my friend- she was the only one to see past your bullshit and it’s a goddamn shame that you got her in the back before she could finish taking you down.’ Breck was at a loss for words, but not because he was surprised, but because he was furious, and you almost wanted to rush over there to try and calm him before he killed anyone else in front of you. ‘You’re a disgrace to this Intutute, and honestly, I hope the Council votes for exile just so I can know you’re still out there, killing yourself over this every single fucking day, because you were so much of a nothing that you had to try and drag everyone else down with you.’

‘Stop-!’ you shouted, both men looking at you as you stood up. ‘He’s cruel, and- and he hurt me, and so many times I've dreamed about burying him like he tried to do to me but… he’s not a nothing, no one should ever…’

Topher just looked between you before going back to his screenshots, and even though you could tell it hurt him to do so, he didn’t back down as he held up one from the first time he assaulted you, your eyes unable to turn as you couldn’t stop yourself from looking away. ‘This? This man right here? Look at this and tell me he’s not a nothing,’ he sneered in disgust at the reason for your pain, your eyes shutting as you shook your head. ‘What about this time, on the course? How he’d prioritized his own dick over your health while you lay there in the snow?’

‘Stop it, please…’

‘Don’t forget last night, the camera picked up that you’re a virgin, would he still not be a nothing if he’d actually-’

‘Don’t!’ You slapped your hands over your ears, your shoulders shaking as Topher set down the pictures with a sigh and walked over to you to place a hand on your right one, the surprise and pain making you flinch hard away like you’d been hit instead. ‘Please…’

‘He does this to everyone, promises them everything Casey tried to teach him and then feels no remorse when they don’t measure up, you were never special to him.’ His voice was softer, genuinely sympathetic unlike everyone had been as you looked up at Breck in misery, your left thumb scratching at the bandages of your right hand as he just stared you down without emotion.

‘You told me I was the only one…’ you murmured, his eyes flashing as he frowned.

‘I never touched the others,’ he insisted seriously, and Topher agreed.

‘You didn’t, but does that make this any better? You’ve fallen off the mountain, you’re a danger to everyone up here, and tomorrow I’m taking you both back to Portland so you can stand trial,’ he told him coldly, your heart sinking even more as you looked up at the other man.

‘W-why am I going to Portland?’ you stuttered, his hand leaving you.

‘We all know you don’t want to be a member, but you still know too much now, thanks to him, so I’m going to arrange for a hotel position to be available to you in Portland; it’ll be a good job, no rent, no bills, just a steady paycheck and a warm bed on site, we can work around your skills so the transition is easier.’

‘Wha- I don’t want that, why can’t we just try and catch up to my family, it can’t have been too long since they left, I won’t say a word to anyone, I promise-!’ you begged, Topher frowning in confusion before looking at Breck and sighing again.

‘He never told you,’ he muttered to himself in realization, his pity for you only growing to your dismay, your knees wobbling unsteadily as you looked to Breck in fear.

‘To- told me what?’ you asked cautiously, even though you were terrified of the answer.

Topher just stared Breck down in a quiet order to answer, but he wasn’t going to take anything from him anymore, not after his loss of status; he wasn’t, but the moment Topher opened his mouth and you pleaded with him with your eyes he couldn’t help himself, you were his charge. ‘They left, the day after the search party,’ he explained, your ears ringing again as Topher held you up with warm and gentle hands, the exact opposite of Breck’s. ‘They searched while I was down there, but as soon as they heard the statistics of missing persons being found they decided it’d be too much to stay after their loss, so… you were never going to find them when you left m- us, yesterday.’

‘No, nonononono…’ you moaned as all your fantasies of them waiting for you, welcoming you back, taking you home were shattered one by one like ice, Breck’s face emotionless again as Topher tried to get you to sit. ‘They didn’t leave, they didn’t just abandon me here, they’d have kept looking all week, didn’t they? You… you’re lying to me again, I still mean something to them, I… someone… I’m more than just a few hours of searching, aren’t I? I’m not… noth-’

‘Easy, it’s okay, a lot of us were left in the cold when we joined, our family is each other now, you’ll still be able to understand Casey’s teachings in Portland,’ he soothed you, another caring voice that meant what he said, but you were inconsolable; he’d just let you believe that you still had a week, that the few people in your life loved you, but Topher wasn’t disagreeing with what Breck said, and you almost wished that they’d have died out there on the mountain while looking for you because at least that meant that they stayed- ‘Come with me, you can stay in one of the empty Diamond rooms, and tomorrow we can catch a plane and I can give you everything he promised but was never going to give you, okay? You can leave the mountain now.’

You looked up at him as the tears streamed down your cheeks, his smile comforting and true as he encouraged you to stand, Breck silent as he watched you reach for his hand, but the moment you saw the solid protrusion sticking out of the back of the top of his pants you knew that you couldn’t leave, not yet. You pulled the encompassing bandage free from around your fingers before grabbing Topher’s gun and flipping off the safety the same way you’d seen Breck do it, the Double Black backing up in surprised caution as you pointed it at him, and then at Breck. His eyes widened a little but he didn’t beg for his life, he already knew you wouldn’t do it, but he’d hurt you so much that it was taking everything in your power to not pull the trigger now that it was pointed at his chest.

‘Will you kill him?’ Topher just asked carefully, still holding his hands up as his eyes flicked between you and him, and your face scrunched up sorrowfully as you just shook your head in indecision. ‘Given what he’s done to you, I don’t think anyone will mind back home if you kill him now, no one will ever have to know, just like all the ones he’d made disappear over the years.’

‘And if I kill myself?’ you then asked as you raised the gun to your head, keeping your eyes on Breck so he could see the lights leave them just like he wanted, just like in your dream, but he didn’t look excited about the prospect anymore as he stopped himself from taking a step forward.

‘Then I won’t stop you, just ask that you at least take the satisfaction of paying him back for everything first, so you can savour that in your final moments,’ he requested, he wanted you to at least have that for yourself, not because he wanted to get rid of him, he was good, he was offering you an escape, he was everything you wanted Breck to be… Your hand trembled as you saw yourself in the reflection, another fantasy of doing exactly as he asked playing in the glass as you watched Breck and then yourself fall to the floor, end of story, no more pain.

‘I don’t wanna go to Portland, I just wanna go home,’ you told him with a choked sob, and he frowned sadly as he turned to Breck, made sure he saw exactly what he’d done to you.

‘I know, but you have no home now, he made sure of that the moment he brought you here,’ he condemned him, the gun pointed at him again as you knew it to be true. ‘I’ll give you all the time you need to shoot yourself, no one’s watching tonight, no one will blame you for this.’ You steadied yourself and aimed, your heart pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it even from over there as the hammer slowly started to pull back along with your growing pressure on the trigger. 

‘Bunny,’ Breck finally said as he stared you down, but he didn’t sound remorseful or like he was about to beg for his life, Topher instantly snapping at him.

‘You don’t get to talk anymo-’

‘I never left you,’ was all he had to say, and you felt clarity as you aimed and fired.

He flinched as the shot filled the room, your hands still shaking as Topher slowly turned to face you, his eyes wide and confused as he started to stagger, and then fell into a crumpled heap on the ornate carpet sprawled out underneath him. You both stared at him before you pointed the gun back at Breck, but you both knew you couldn’t kill him just as much as he couldn’t kill you. You turned the safety back on and tossed the gun aside before running to him as fast as you could with your limp, his arms wrapping tightly around you as you clutched the back of his vest.

‘Don’t ever leave me,’ you pleaded into his chest, and he just nodded before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

‘You’re the only one who understands me.’

Your fingers were horribly cracked and blistered from the blizzard’s damage as you grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him down to you, kissing him needily as he backed into the table, Topher staring lifelessly up at you as you shoved that stupid puffy vest off of him and ran your hands over his chest. He brought your hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to it before taking over for you, his sweater pulled off before silently asking if that’s what you wanted too. Just having that almost made the tears flow harder as you nodded, you knew you needed him now, he was all you ever had, even your own family didn’t try as hard as he did even though his love had nearly killed you.

You killed your father in your head as he took your sweater off too, for allowing everyone to give up on you.

You killed your mother as he undid his belt, every scoff she’d ever given you when you’d tried to talk to her about your depression becoming nothing but a distant memory.

You killed your uncles as he hopped up onto the table and pulled you close, your aunts as you undid your pants with shaking fingers until you needed help, your cousins as he slid back just enough for you to climb up and straddle him.

Your entire family was dead to you now, Breck was all you had as you rolled your hips against him until the pain in your leg made you stop, his groan at both your pain and pleasure only urging you on as you watched him shove his jeans down his hips until he was pulling himself out and jerking off for you. It filled you with want, your hands still useless as you tried to do it for him but was batted away before you could do any more damage. Instead, he tugged your own pants down until you were bare to him, his fingers slipping into your mouth before finding that aching part of you that welcomed him in as you braced yourself on his shoulders. 

He stretched you again, your knee screaming as you rode his index, the second not coming fast enough as he spread and scissored you until you were ready. This wouldn’t be easy, it was your first time and there was no lube to be found in this library, but you didn’t care, you’d lived through worse than this. You held his head to your neck as he sucked and bit down hard, and when you guided his other hand to your mouth so you could lick a stripe over his palm he groaned at the feeling before taking himself in hand. 

‘So perfect for me,’ he panted as he leaned back just enough so he could line himself up to you, your teeth sinking into his shoulder and marking him right back as you sank down on his cock. He filled you up so nicely, your body adjusting and swallowing him deeper as you sat on his lap, your jaw slack as you just breathed. He whispered praise into your ear as he grabbed you by the hips and got you to move, your legs shaking hard as you lifted enough to almost pull out, the head catching on your rim, Breck allowing you to fall back down hard as the table creaked under your weight. ‘Fuck, Bunny…’

You did it again, then again, each one sending shockwaves of not only the expected pain but the best pleasure you’d ever felt in your life, and when you started to speed up and he found that spot inside of you you cried out so loud he silenced you with his mouth. He helped you bounce on his lap until you couldn’t support yourself any longer, Breck leaning back until he was laying down and you were resting on his chest. His hands lifted you as he started to fuck up into you, his fingers digging hard into your ass as he kneaded and gripped strong enough to bruise, just more to add to the tapestry.

‘Harder, please fuck me harder,’ you begged as the pain gave way entirely, and he bit his lip before doing the best he could, it not enough as you braced yourself and sat back up so he could go even deeper. Your hands made a diamond on his chest as you covered his bullet scar, your body finally warm as you let him fully take you over, own you just as much as you’d always owned him, and when you looked up and saw yourself riding his cock with a big smile you finally understood what it meant to fly as you reached between your legs to touch yourself.

Your moans started to cut off as it all built up into just him inside you, you’d never leave this place because he was here, and you held his hand as you cried out and came so hard you saw stars. Your head fell back as you felt him come deep inside you, the heat so good that your back arched all the way, and the last thing you felt was his hand holding yours while the other wrapped around your lower back to keep you from falling as you finally passed out.

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Decided to start posting my doodle dumps here, too!

Doodle 1: my Mekakucity Actors/Kagerou Project OC, Kia.

Doodle 2: my OC for a game I wanna make one day. Their name is Chel (pronounced: shell).

Doodle 3: a character I considered making my Supernatural OC. They’re based on the wisps or dead lights in various folklores.

Doodle 4: character from an MV I hope to put out eventually!

Doodle 5: Fiona, my OC for Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs. She’s based on the frog prince/princess and the frog. She is not a princess, so when the frog prince asked her to kiss him, he ended up cursing her as well. Now she turns into a frog at night.

Doodle 6: another OC from another game I wanna make one day! Her name is Maya! She’s an experiment and a streamer!

Doodle 7: me/my persona Pawprint with hair down

Doodle 8: maid Paw!

Btw, the dots and arrows are because I had to download them off Instagram oops. This is the second set of doodles I’ve posted.

Doodle 1: my main Twst OC, Ciel! He’s twisted from Captain Hook! You can’t really tell, but it’s more his lifestyle than appearance. Lowkey I designed him before I knew who I wanted to base him on and was too attached to the design to change it. But y’know what? If Riddle can have red hair, Ciel can have blue. Also, yes, his name is Ciel because, again, before I fully decided his whole thing, I thought it’d be funny to name my MC Ciel because Yana made the game. For context, Yana made Black Butler and the MC in that is Ciel Phantomhive. Then the name stuck because it’s cute. And it fits Octavinelle’s color themed names lol!

Doodle 2: very early design of my Yuusona. They look WAY different now.

Doodle 3: a character I saw in a dream once. Their name is Siu.

Doodle 4: a reaper OC of mine, Piko. Idk what to use her for yet tbh.

Doodle 5: My magical girl OC, Violet. She finds that outfit to be very impractical.

Doodle 6: Twst hates me and I needed to express it.

Doodle 7: another character I saw in a dream. I think his name was Tamaki. I hope to use him for something one day cause I love him.

Doodle 8: my OC’s Io and Lin in middle school!

Doodle 9: Angel Sebastian! He is my precious boy (OC).

Doodle dump number three! Four and five will have to be on a separate post.

Doodle 1: the monster girl I saw hammering away in a dream. She’s actually my Villainous OC now and her name is Gambit! She’s an ex sidekick who was fired because the hero she worked for is a dick. Gambit didn’t match their aesthetic enough anymore.

Doodle 2: Viper, a second gen character I made for Helluva Boss. She’s Striker’s kid. Clearly.

Doodle 3: Shinen, the living porcelain doll!

Doodles 4-6: a drag look I wanna put together (the split dye is how it’ll look irl and the other two are just variations it’d be if I use him as an oc)

Doodle 7: Modrá, another second gen character. The kid of Azul Ashengrotto and my Twst OC, Ciel. Modrá is going to see Barbie hehe <3 They dye their hair depending on the outfit (it’s temporary dye) because she finds it fun.

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Hey, I saw your ask about Gaiden and I want to add something because this theory used to be my big obsession. I never watched Boruto super intently so maybe I got something wrong, so I’m sorry if it happens. Anyway these are my thoughts:

1. Why on earth Karin would keep Sakura’s umbilical cord (or whatever it was)???? It just doesn’t make any sense. Even if they like each other now it’s still weird as hell. And why would Sakura give a birth outside the village? Shouldn’t they go back from their trip when the pregnancy was advanced??? Also doesn’t make sense.

2. I read somewhere that Orochimaru might have stolen some of Sasuke’s dna years ago when he was his student, and then make Sarada without his knowledge, and I think it makes a lot of sense actually. Sasuke would find out and take the baby because he knows how it feels to live with Orochimaru (not the nicest thing ever), also didn’t want Orochimaru to get sharingan, but he still didn’t want to be stuck in the village, so he asked Sakura for help (she was a medic so I guess she could also check if the baby is OK)

3. Sakura found it as a perfect opportunity to finally get closer to Sasuke, so she convinced him that it’s the best for the baby to pretend that they are her parents.

So yeah, this is the end of the story 😅 I just wanted to share my thoughts, thought that maybe you’d found them interesting 😄 Have a great day!

Hi @pattie1k ^^ ♡ I have a few posts on that topic here and here. And dw, I also don't watch 'Boruto', but I tried reading the Manga (￣ω￣)"

I read that in Japanese culture sometimes they give the umbilical cord to the midwife? I'm not too familiar with this concept but I find this a reach regardless. As I say in the posts too, why would Karin call the desk she keeps the cord in "a part of her" anyway? And it's like you say, none of it makes sense. Orochimaru's hideout would be the last place Sasuke would let Sakura give birth in if it is true he dragged her around while she was pregnant and loved her so much.

No way Orochimaru would need Sakura's help..

Well that was part of my theory too and reason why Sarada stays with Sakura in Konoha.

But I want to get back to your second point. And this is actually a popular Headcanon that I never talked about. Orochimaru having Sasuke's DNA.

I don't remember all the details so feel free to correct me but remember when everything split?

It is WAY more likely Orochimaru was trying to create some sort of OP child with both pure-blooded Uchiha and Uzumaki genes. And btw I said this before but who says it had to be Sasuke's genes anyway? Who says Orochimaru didn't have Itachi's DNA laying around? I know, morbid, but they were both in Akatsuki.. anything is possible tbh (though not likely). Sasuke was with him almost 3 years where he did all sorts of tests and experiments, where Kishimoto made it clear that Snake-man had a thing for Sasuke's body (I know, ew) and just did whatever... why would he not have DNA is more the question. And why would Karin refuse?

Well, it would explain a lot if Sarada was an experiment, but some things definitely went wrong. She should've pretty much been the most OP child to have ever existed. Could the glasses be a hint? I MEAN COME ON IT HAS TO BE. That, or Kishimoto is trolling. Or both. She got the Sharingan, but inherited Karin's bad eyesight. Oops. (Obito wore goggles to protect his eyes, that's different.) Karin can't teach her Jutsu because she isn't raising her and they're keeping it a secret, for what reason exactly? What are they avoiding anyway? Too many questions that were never answers and are now being ignored because they all live in Esaka's Lala-land. Idk, lol, it's fun to think about but I wonder if Kishimoto's narrative is already completely erased. Or maybe Sakura wins the poll and we get another fun Manga about her smashing down the house.