#william's worry is valid still

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐎 ✮ FRANCO COLAPINTO

summary. you hated franco for stealing your friend’s seat not knowing that it’d lead to a night of regret.

warnings. enemies to fwb’s, p in v, semi public s3x, major plot twist at the end, & cheating. franco & reader match each other’s FREAK! 18+

a/n. gif by argentinagp! i love latinos!

YOU HAD PROMISED everyone on the paddock that you wouldn’t judge the new driver too quickly. The week leading up to his arrival had been spent reminding yourself that he didn’t steal Logan’s seat on purpose yet you were still mad. You had grown quite fond of the american over the past months and losing a friend had made you bitter. You couldn’t bring yourself to blame Logan for losing his seat so you resorted to the newly arrived brunette.

“He doesn’t bite.” Alex whispers as he notices the glare you’re sending the brunette.

“But he scavenges.” You murmur as the press surrounds the rookie.

“It’s not like he killed Logan.” Alex scoffs.

He didn’t but it felt like he had. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the way the media had already forgotten about your friend and put Franco on a pedestal. He had just arrived a day ago and already he was flaunting himself as the next Hamilton reincarnate. You turn around too frustrated with yourself for hating him when you didn’t even know him.

“Hola.” A thick accent interrupts your thoughts. You hesitantly turn around only to be met with the guy who took your best friend away. “Those colors don’t suit you.”

“Excuse me?” You replied shockingly wondering where his sense of entitlement came from.

“Ah, lo siento. I meant blue would look better on you.” His cheeks change hues realizing his words came out wrong.

“It would If I cared about Williams.” You smile sarcastically watching as his smile falters. “I’ve gotta go but score at least one point, yeah?”

Franco stays still in disbelief wondering if his comment on your clothes had completely pissed him off. Was his english really that bad? Did he come off too strong? He wondered if the rest of the paddock would hate him or if he was just overreacting.

“Don’t worry about her mate. She’s very reluctant to new people. Give her time.” Alex shrugs.

As the weekend progresses you spend your time between the Alpine garage and the trailers. You were lucky Alex and Lily had agreed to spend the whole weekend with you. You stared at the street as Leo climbed into your lap making you pet him. Practice had just started and you couldn’t help but keep a close eye on Williams. You had began to mindlessly rant to your friends over your encounter with the rookie and how it would most likely take him months to replace Logan.

“When this weekend is over I’m taking you with me to workout because you need to relieve that anger.” Lily laughs.

“No, seriously. You’re acting like he’s committed first degree murder when he had nothing to do with Logan leaving.” Alex sounds concerned.

“Look, I know I sound crazy but I swear there’s something off about him. Plus, y’all do remember the comment he made about me right?” You tried to validate yourself.

“English isn’t his first language it was an honest mistake. Either way he just took that Williams to Q1.” Lily motions towards the screen.

“Whatever. Are we all still on for Sunday?” You asked referring to the plans the drivers had made after the race.

“Obviously. Although we may need to monitor you all night to make sure you don’t damage the new rookie.” The two of them laugh as you sit there annoyed.

The sun was beginning to set as you made your way back to the Alpine garage. Your short white dress was the perfect outfit to keep you cool during the blazing heat of the summer. You were excited to spend the afternoon debriefing with Pierre until you run head first into someone. You try to balance yourself by holding yourself against their chest and as you slowly bring your head up you brace yourself for the apology you’re about to make. But then you see his face and that apology never makes it out your mouth.

“Do you not watch where you’re going?” You scoff at the Williams driver.

“I do. I do it very good actually. Or I wouldn’t be here.” He jokes. “It was you who couldn’t see well or else you would’ve seen me.”

“You’re quite full of yourself aren’t you.” You murmur as you fix your dress.

“People pay me to drive of course I am.” He pulls his sunglasses out his face to look at you directly. He has a glint of confidence in his eye and you can’t help but roll your eyes at his ego.

The two of you stood there alone as practice was long over and the drivers had gone back to their trailers to wind down. Your friends were probably going to ask you why you were late and you couldn’t bear the thought to tell them that you’d gotten into another argument with the rookie. You would get teased for it until the season ended.

“You know this whole hating me thing because you think I stole your friend’s seat, when he lost it because he wasn’t good enough, is so hot.” He smirks.

Any quick remarks you once had were now completely forgotten. His words completely took you by surprise and now you were just confused. Had he taken your witty words as flirting? Had you mistakenly led him on? Or was he just being a prick?

“Though, you could put that mouth to better use.” He says loud enough so only you can hear.

Your cheeks heat up at his comment and you can’t help but feel flustered at his words. Suddenly even the short dress you were wearing wasn’t enough to keep you cool. You instinctively bite your lip as you try to think of anything to say to him but you’re utterly speechless. He’s finally gotten under your skin and he hasn’t even raced yet.

“There’s something genuinely wrong with you.” You say.

“Adiós nena.” He smiles at you before wandering off leaving you all alone to process what had just happened.

The rest of the walk to the Alpine garage is awkward and quick. You try your best to store the encounter with Franco in the back of your mind. You do a bad job at it because his words echo in your mind for the rest of the day. You don’t tell anyone what happened that day because it was weird and also you weren’t even sure what had happened that day.

It’s finally race day and you brush off your white skirt as you walk towards the paddock. You’d meet the girls in the Ferrari garage as Charles had wanted to surprise Alex with a girl’s day. You kept your hands above your eyes to protect them from the sun while subtly trying to ignore the camera flashes headed towards you. As you approach the garages you pause for a little. It had become a tradition for you to greet Alex before any race, a superstition that began when Pierre won the Italian Grand Prix, but now you were hesitant to visit the Williams garage.

You sighed coming up with the decision that an awkward conversation with the Argentine rookie shouldn’t stop you from visiting one of your closest friends. You do a 180° heading straight for the garage. It’s a short walk due to you walking as fast as possible to Alex’s booth. The engineer’s greet you already recognizing your face from the past couple of races. There’s a huge group of familiar faces in the room except the Thai. Your eyes drift around hoping to find him so you’re not late to meet up with your friends but you can’t find Alex anywhere.

“He’s with Lily.” A voice spooks you.

“Franco.” you sigh. “What are you doing here?”

“I work here. The real question should be why are you here?” His condescending tone irks you as he plasters that dumb smirk on his face.

“That’s none of your business.” You reply. “Tell Alex I was looking for him. I’ll be on my way now.”

He grabs your wrist before you can turn on your heels stopping you. You’re now completely face to face with him that you can practically feel his body warmth.

“Something tells me you came looking for me using your friend as an excuse.” He says below a whisper.

“Did your parents teach you that the world revolves around you? Has it ever occurred to you that you are not as important as you think you are?” You scoff. “I’m here for Alex and I would be here for Logan too but you ruined that.”

“Ay, boluda.” He laughs in disbelief. “It seems the only condescending person here is you because guess what? I earned this seat. My parents sold our house so I could be here meanwhile your little friend just spent his trust fund and wasted it.”

You run out of remarks at that. You’d spent all this summer terrorizing him unaware of who Franco really was. Although you weren’t going to apologize, you were too proud for that.

“It’s okay though I wouldn’t expect for a pretty dumb little thing like you to get it.” His voice goes hoarse. Your mind goes blank at his words unable to register his hand ending up on your waist pushing you into him.

Those are the last words he says to you before he abruptly pulls away leaving you alone to process the encounter. Your hand instinctively goes to the necklace on your neck caressing it as you try to regain your breath. You can feel how warm your cheeks are and instantly feel embarrassed at the weird tingly feeling in your stomach. Most importantly you couldn’t believe that out of all the people here Franco is the one who put you in this state.

“Oh, good you’re here! Hopefully I’ll get points today because of you.” Alex smiles at you.

“Go crush them. I have to go though have to meet Gasly before the race. You know go over his strategy for the race.” You stammer trying to find an out of the Williams garage.

“Yeah mhm.” He waves you off. “The two of you better show up to the party! Last one before the break!”

The Ferrari garage erupts into cheers as Charles makes it on the podium again. Alexandria and Lily both scream into your ear as both their boyfriends score points for their teams. Meanwhile you stare blankly as the screen as it shows both Alpine cars outside of the points. Then as if the Universe was making fun of you, Franco shows up on the screen celebrating his P8. You hated him, you hated his confidence, you hated the way he took Logan away from you, but most importantly you hated him because the sweaty messy hair he was showing off made you weak. Your mind instantly replayed this morning’s conversation and you found yourself dizzy.

“Are you okay? Is it cuz you guys didn’t get any points today?” Lily tries to console you.

“No, it’s not that.” You give her a fake smile. “This whole weekend has been kind of too much for me and I think I’m starting to feel the effects. I’m gonna go to the trailers but I’ll see y’all at the party later?”

“Feel better love! Wear something slutty!” Alexandria yells as you walk off.

The pink dress you had picked out for tonight was beginning to annoy you. It was incredibly short so you didn’t know if you should pull it up or down. And knowing Franco would be there made you overthink your idea not wanting to give him the impression that you had dressed up for him. You internally roll your eyes at yourself for even thinking about changing clothes because of a man. That wasn’t you. The effects of the rookie began to scare you.

You don’t waste anymore time heading out the suite and straight to your Uber. It was a short drive and the bouncer didn’t last long finding your name on the list. Lily and Alexandria immediately started screaming at the sight of you and welcomed you into the round table. Most of the drivers were still at the track recovering from their race so thankfully you sat next to Lily with no one to your right. You hoped Alex would hurry up so you’d get to gossip with your friend.

“That rookie ended up with points. I think your hate fueled him.” Lily teases you.

“Are we really going to talk about him, right now?” You sigh.

“He proved you wrong of course we’re gonna talk about it.” She says

“It was pure luck.” You spit out unaware of the brunette walking towards your table.

“What was?” The familiar voice makes you shiver. Lily can’t help but laugh as how wide your eyes go. You slowly turn around to meet the guy that had been torturing you this whole weekend.

“Oh, nothing-” Lily tries to save you.

“Your race today. It was pure luck.” You say defiantly being too stubborn to retract your words.

“Pure luck?” He repeats in disbelief.

“She didn’t mean it-” Lily tries to come to your rescue again.

“Oh, no. I meant it. He’ll be ending up P12 in the next races. I guarantee you won’t see anymore points after this. You’re just here on a test drive and then? Every one will forget you were ever here.” You take a swig of your drink. You don’t even register the malice behind your words being too heated to even comprehend what you’re saying.

His face heats up and his cheeks change hues as he registers your words. You blink and he’s gone. He wanders off to who knows where and it’s then that you register what you’ve told him. You warm up and suddenly you’re dizzy.

“What the fuck?” Lily whispers. “You better go find him and apologize.”

“He started it!” You whine.

“No, you did. You’ve hated him since he arrived when he’s done nothing to you.” Her words make you feel bad. “Now, go find him.”

You stand up adjusting your dress as you scan around the club looking for him. You wander off in hopes of finding him before he leaves. Why was it so hard to find a tall brunette in a crowd of average height people? You give up after five minutes resorting to asking the bartender if he’d seen your ‘friend’ and suddenly you found yourself outside. Franco is leaning against the wall looking at his phone but he’s wearing glasses now.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.” You squeak afraid that you’d scare him off.

He looks up at you not saying a single word. Your presence pisses him off and he starts to walk away. You follow him to the back of the bar stopping him before the two of you got lost.

“Look, I didn’t mean anything I said. I’m sorry.” You play with the hem of your dress being too afraid to look at him.

“Did he fuck you good?” His face is stern.

“W-what?” His words catch you off guard. The temperature around you somehow getting warmer.

“Logan. Did he fuck you good?” He asks again with a meaner tone. “That’s why you’re mad at me, right?”

What you and Logan did behind closed doors was private, something no one else knew. Something you thought the two of you had managed to keep in secrets. Your cheeks flare up at Franco’s discovery. Were you really so bad at hiding your secrets? If he knew then who else did? You were fucked.

“Franco you don’t know what you’re talking about.” You try so hard to lie. His smirk makes it known that he doesn’t believe you.

One minute you’re lying to his face and the other he’s right in front of you eyeing you down. You can practically feel his body warmth as he invaded your personal space. He had one upped you, again. The innocent facade he had in front of your friends was completely gone.

“Ay, que linda que sos.” His thumb traces your cheek. The touch lingers, your cheeks heating up at the contact. “You’re such a terrible liar.”

“There’s something seriously wrong with you, you know that?” You barely say above a whisper.

“No, there’s something wrong with us.” His hand travels down your cheek to your neck.

That last word throws you off because it’s true, the indescribable pull you felt to him was insane, the two of you were insane. You were tired. You were tired of hiding secrets, Franco’s personality, but most importantly you were tired of pretending. Pretending that you didn’t want Franco. So, you do what you do best when you’re tired. You relieve yourself. You pull Franco by the shirt and kiss him ignoring the feel of his glasses hitting your face. He quickly turns the two of you around your back hitting the wall allowing for balance.

The two of you barely pull apart for air losing yourselves in the kisses. His brunette curls find their way into your fingers while his hands sit perfectly on your waist. The kiss grows heated as you pull him closer to you, feeling him. His hand begins to wander down your thighs, pulling them apart and wrapping your leg around his waist. You can feel yourself grow wetter at the new position and then you remember that your friends were still waiting for you.

“Franco, wait.” You groan.

“What? What happened?” He pulls away quickly.

“Everyone else is still waiting for us. You need to be…” You pause debating if this was really a good idea but had anything you’d done lately been a good idea? “Quick.”

He takes that as a challenge immediately pulling you in for a kiss again. The kiss is messy and needy with your hands in his hair and his hands massaging the inside of your thighs. The cool breeze hitting your exposed skin as he lifted your dress up. The roughness of the wall is soon forgotten as he brings his fingers down to your thighs, gliding them teasingly before placing them on your clothed core.

You can’t resist the groans that escape your throat as his cold fingers come in contact with your core. It’d been many weekends since anyone had touched you like this. He swallows your noises with his mouth as he kisses you. Your hands grip his arms as he begins to move his fingers around your folds, spreading your wetness. You remember that it’s been a while since the two of you walked outside and pull his fingers away.

“Franco. We don’t have time.” You gasp in between kisses.

He picks you up adjusting you against the wall while you dig your hands into the hem of his boxers. It doesn’t take long for your hands to venture down and feel him. Your stomach flutters at his size and how he feels. He quickly pulls you away before placing his tip near your entrance. Your morals long gone you grind on him wanting to feel anything. It’s pathetic the way you’ve gone from wanting him out of the sport to wanting him inside you and he notices it too by the way he smirks at you.

You’re about to lash out when he starts entering you slowly. If it wasn’t for him holding you then you’d have lost your balance already at the intrusion. He stills himself waiting for you to adjust to the new feeling. When he notices that you’re ready he pulls out before thrusting back into you, this time filling you to the hilt. It was almost as if he fit perfectly inside you.

“Fuck.” He groans as he fills you completely.

You’re not quite sure anyone’s ever felt so disgusting. You don’t even try to contain your moans as he continuously thrusts into you at a fervent pace. He feels so good inside you hitting spots no one else had before. His fingers leave mark on your hips as you take him fully. He looks down to where the two of you are connected and audibly groans at how well you’re taking him.

“Oh my god.” You whine as he increases his speed.

His hands come back done to your folds rubbing them in circles as he tries to pleasure you even more. Your hand joins his showing him where you need him the most. You can feel your slick coating his dick as he rubbed you. You begin to feel a familiar knot in your stomach as he fucks you into the wall. His hand cups your jaw as he pulls you into a long sloppy kiss.

It doesn’t take long after for you to come undone around him, your walls squeezing him as you reach your peak. He won’t last long with the feeling of you milking him. Soon enough he’s coming inside you, his warm cum filling you up. The sight of the two of you is disgusting and nasty.

The two of you break away from each other and catch your breaths. You lower your dress back down while Franco takes his glasses off to clean them. You check yourself for any runny mascara, or smudge lipstick, and even run your hands through your hair making sure you don’t look insane.

“We should head inside.” You murmur.

“We’re not gonna talk about this?” He scoffs.

“There’s nothing to talk about Franco. At least not know when everyone’s waiting for us.” You scold him. “We’ll talk next weekend.”

You head towards the bathroom first, Franco surprisingly waiting for you outside. The two of you walk in within a minute difference a smile adorning both your faces. At least until you spot Pierre next to Lily and you’re brought back to reality. You don’t waste time running towards the frenchman hugging him as you sit right next to him. Franco can’t help but stare at you in confusion as he notices Pierre’s hand trail too far down when hugging you. But then he spots it. Pierre wearing an identical necklace to yours but instead of a P it adorned your initial. His eyes go wide.

“I see you and my girlfriend have finally made up.” Pierre greets him.

“Your girlfriend?” His demeanor changes with the news. “I didn’t know.”

Pierre begins to explain how the two of you don’t like to be very public about your relationship. You can visibly see the moment in which Franco’s face goes pale. The next few weeks for you are hard racing between the Alpine garage and your girlfriends. Not to mention the quick pit stops to the Williams garage to wish Alex good luck. It’s a shame you get very little time with the rookie but he makes it work. In the end you really hope he doesn’t get a seat for next year, you can’t keep doing this.

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Hello and welcome to my second event! Moonlight Song is still ongoing, so don’t worry if you still wanted to join that event as well <3 I just enjoy working on multiple things at once.

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Rose Court: Mad Tea Party

Every year, the high society of The Queendom of Roses hosts a party, in traditional tea party fashion. The host and organizer changes every year, and this year specifically is a special event: the reclusive and world famous author William Archibald James Alexander the Fifth is hosting it, a man who has not been seen in public for nearly fifty years!

Although, apparently, the man has given his grandson the task of organizing the party, and will not be attending. Never mind that his grandson is a bit young, and has never been heard of before now, and no one even knew William had a partner… But he’s surely capable, right?

As part of famous arcane academies, both RSA and NRC, as well as a few other academies around the globe, have been invited to send some of their best and brightest! This is considered a wonderful debut environment for promising members of society, after all!

NRC, of course, hosts a lottery for the students to win the lucky privilege of attending (…and the privilege of sharing transportation with RSA students).

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maybe 50)  I don’t start shit, but I can tell you how it ends

for Danny Williams? We gotta know if the bad feeling in his gut is valid since he hasn’t heard from her in 96 hours….

Tagging: @kmc1989 @football1921 @fangirling-alert @lovebookheart @navs-bhat @star017

Summary: Danny's fears are validated when he stops by your home.

Companion piece to:

One Night - Danny realises he’s made a mistake after the first night you’ve spent together.

The Backseat (NSFW) - Danny’s attempt to discuss the night before goes awry.

Distraction - Danny finds you to be a welcome distraction.

96 Hours - Danny worries after he doesn't hear from you.

Sometimes Danny gets a feeling. It’s a horrible twist in the pit of his stomach, a metallic taste in the back of his throat. It means that something bads about to happen, something really fucking bad.

He has that feeling now as he walks up the path to your home. With every step the apprehension builds because Danny, he’s running all the facts through his head, wondering why he didn’t come sooner.

“I need some space to process what you’ve just told me.” You’d said as the two of you sat on the porch swing. The sun had been starting to set in the distance, the orange light playing over the quiet street.

He’d told you about Charlie that evening, the son he didn’t realise was his, about the bone marrow transplant he needs. This thing between you is new and Danny, he comes with complications, he always has, always will.

He manages to keep his distance for two days before he breaks the stalemate asking to talk. You don’t text back, he assumes  you’re still trying to work through things. By the third day he thinks you must be ghosting him so he heads to your office.

“She’s taken some personal time.” They tell him at reception and that’s when that feeling starts, because you’re a workaholic, you haven’t taken a single day off in all the time he’s known you.

The door is ajar when he reaches it, closed over but not entirely. His hand goes to his hip, his thumb clicking open the button on his holster as his palm grasps the grip of his Glock. He hears the car door open behind him, Steve’s footsteps. The other man’s hand comes to rest upon his shoulder, squeezing lightly as he pushes the door open slowly.

It’s the writing on the wall that he sees first, not the ransacked living room, the remnants of the fight for your life but those four numbers glaring back at him. They’re written in dried blood, he can tell because he can still taste the copper in the air as he studies them intensely, his heart pounding against his ribcage.

“What is it?” Steve asks as Danny holsters his weapon, his palms coming to rest on the back of his head as stares at the digits.

“It’s my badge number.” He whispers his voice barely more than an gravelly rasp. “From back in New Jersey.”

“OK…” Steve drawls out the word. “So what does that mean?”

“It means he’s taken her.” Danny says, his palm rubbing across his mouth as his world starts to fall apart. “My ex-partner Peterson, he’s taken Nik.”

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Legendborn hcs p.2

‌William and Sarah are actually pretty close friends‌

• Tor used to have an incredibly popular instagram account, though she was cancelled in record time after people found out about her being racist ass

• saying sel is a night owl doesn't own him justice: his sleep schedule is the weirdest thing you'll ever see in your entire life. He might be doing assignments at 3 am out of boredom, sleep in the afternoon one day and at 9pm the next, and he basically only runs on caffeine and willpower. It all started when he was 13, as he loved reading and never found the time for it bc of his duty as a kingsmage‌

• nick has 0 spice tolerance, and anyone mocks him for it‌

• alice loved to draw, but had to stop because school was taking too much time and it's one of the most inportant things for her. The need for academic validation is so strong that she barely got time for herself, and she's constantly stressed (totally not one of my friends whose mental health i'm really worried for. Basically everything she does is to study, almost no hobbies)‌

• the first times bree used aether, she scared herself. It took her a lot of time to get over it, but still she shudders at the idea of what she could do with such a limitless pit of power‌s

• sel's hands constantly smell like paper, though his aether signature is often too strong for others to notice‌ it

• bree had a cat when she was little, but it died too soon for her to remember it (a car ran over it)‌

• alice plays the flute‌

• when the order gave natasia "limited freedom" to birth an heir, she seriously considered attempting suicide; the only thing that kept her going at first was seeing Faye again‌

• bree often went fishing with edwin as a kid. One of the main photos in the living room is her at age 9 holding a huge fish, missing teeth in her smile, while edwin hugs her ‌

• bree is definetly one of the people most against schools' dresscodes, and wrote even e-mails to her principal, which eventually resulted into the removal of some of the most strict rules‌

• once, when nick was drunk-studying, he fell asleep on his work. When he woke up, the first things that greeted him were a huge headache, a trail of saliva on his notebook and a familiar handwriting having finished his assignments. He can't remember anything, almost as if he was mesmered, but whenever he tried to recall something he could only remember a smell of whiskey, cinnamon, and annoyed grunts over his writing analisys‌

• aether signatures are influenced by personalities. sel's whiskey part of his aether signature got more prominent over the years, because 1) growing up he ended up being more and more similar to his dad, and 2) the thing he remembers most about him is his smell after a night out drinking. In those moments, sel was extremely scared of him, and as he grew older that fear quickly redirected to his demonia, which also became stronger. Sel associates whiskey with fear, and sel is afraid of himself‌, this is why it's so prominent. It's uncontious, and bree only can tell it, though she never spoke about it to sel.

• bree and alice watched most studio ghibli fims‌

• sarah loves knitting and crocheting

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Rockstar Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Synopsis: Ellie wants to prove herself that she's the better one for you but finds herself entangled in a web of circumstances as she is forced to fake-date a charismatic rising pop star. As Ellie navigates herself through the challenges of making appearances for the public eye, you become distant, fueled by doubts about her sincerity. The conflict deepens when Abby unexpectedly reappears, adding a layer of tension and fear that further strains Ellie's connection with the you.

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"Who’s this?” Ellie asked coldly while taking a side glance at Abby, who was smiling amusedly as she could recognize the rockstar in front of her. She can take a hint that Ellie is getting furious because of her, and that thought makes her want to do some things that will probably annoy her.

“Abby Anderson,” she said while smiling, offering a hand to her. “I listen to your songs.”

Ellie ignored her, and she instead looked at you. “I’m sorry I was so late. There’s some emergency that happened in the group, so I went there instead.”

You stared at Ellie, whose eyes were pleading with you right now. Yes, you were annoyed at her for standing you up at your supposed public date. Who wouldn’t, right? Sitting there at the park for minutes, trying to amuse yourself with things in there while looking sad, is pathetic. Humiliating, even. If Abby wasn’t there to accompany you for the rest of the night, you probably would be waiting for Ellie forever. I guess these kinds of things, such as meeting up with her or even having the chance to talk to her, will make you do everything that can deem you crazy.

But hey, it’s Ellie. Who wouldn’t do that for her?

But the question is, will Ellie do that for you?

Yes, she did go to lengths to correct her past mistakes and to apologize profusely and sincerely. You can see that with her actions and especially words because that’s what she’s good at. Every word that comes through her mind and mouth is poetic; maybe that’s what makes her magnetic. But you can’t be sure of her intentions. Everyone loves Ellie, and she can get anyone she wants. And that’s what scares you. Because you think you are not enough for her. You’re just a simple college girl, her fan girl; there’s nothing crazy about you that would make her crawl to you. You don’t even know why she’s still wooing you.

Maybe Cat was right. You need to test what Ellie’s intentions are. And you can’t fall in love in the process. Not yet.

“It’s fine. You’re here now. And Abby was there to amuse me.” You smiled assuringly.

“Right.” Ellie almost rolled her eyes when you mentioned Abby’s name. The rockstar craned her neck to look at her. “Thanks for bringing her home. You can go now that I’m here.”

Your brows knitted, and you looked at Ellie. “Hey, that’s kinda mean.” You whispered. But Ellie acted as if she didn’t hear you.

Abby acted nonchalantly. Instead, she smiled widely. “No worries, bro. I had an enjoyable night tonight. But…” Abby clicked her tongue. “…The next time you ditch her, you should be nervous because I might steal you from her.” She then laughed jokingly.

Your eyes turned wide. Ellie’s face reddened in annoyance. The rockstar’s jaw clenched, and her grip on the bouquet and the tub of ice cream hardened.

Abby smiled at you before heading back to her car, but you and Ellie remained still until the car got away.

Ellie inhaled. “I don’t like your friend.”

“She’s joking.” You looked at her, and she met your gaze with a serious one.

“Well, she’s not funny.”

“Okay, valid.” You nodded. “We should go to my apartment. That ice cream is going to melt.” You begin walking inside the building, and Ellie starts tailing you.

“Next time she says something like that, I’m gonna crack her skull open,” Ellie commented.

You immediately shook your head. “No, you wouldn’t.” You went inside the elevator.

“Yes, I will, babe. Yes, I will.” Ellie said, staring right at your eyes.

Yup, she will.

You and Ellie are sitting in the kitchen bar area while slowly eating the ice cream in front of you. You can tell that Ellie’s mind is going elsewhere, as she is unusually quiet and is already staring at nowhere right now. Since both of you are sitting side by side, you can tell how her leg is moving up and down – a sign that she’s uncomfortable.

“Are you okay?” You asked, and Ellie almost jumped as you pulled her out of the trance.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, sorry. I was kinda spacing out.” She said before smiling.

Your eyes lightly narrowed as you studied her, and Ellie immediately looked away. “What happened earlier?”

Ellie didn’t answer for a few minutes, and that made you want to question her more as your suspicions rose that it wasn’t pleasant. With the way she behaves, you can tell that it isn’t great, and that makes you slightly nervous.

“Some issue just broke up, it was kinda hard to explain but, yeah,” Ellie said in a low voice, almost like a whisper.

“…Okay. If you can’t say it right now, it’s fine. I don’t want to push it.” But you wanted to. However, you’re afraid that this might make Ellie annoyed. If she isn’t ready, then who are you to force her? Besides, it isn’t your business, and you aren’t involved in it.

The truth is, the reason why Ellie is extremely quiet and why she is so late for your supposed date is because she and Jesse, their manager, got into an argument.

A new rising popstar, Jenny, is one of the netizens’ favorite musicians besides the Serenade Apocalypse. In three months, she started to gain so much attention from the fans. However, some people have started to create multiple fan accounts of Jenny and Ellie that were practically shipping and wanting them to date. It has now become a huge new thing that gives Jenny and the Serenade Apocalypse a new wave of popularity that it reached Jenny’s management.

Her manager insisted to Jesse that they should engage in fake dating just to get more publicity. The pop star immediately agreed to this arrangement, saying that this was just a good idea. However, Jesse knew that Ellie wouldn’t comply because of you. But the proposal got him thinking about how he could make the rockstar agree. Because, admit it or not, those fans are giving them fame. And fame is what keeps the band going.

Ellie doesn’t know how to say it to you because she doesn’t want to do it. Never. But everyone, including the rest of the band, agreed for her to do it, well, except Alex. Jesse said that it would be easy — both Jenny and Ellie would go on a public date where paparazzi are around, talk for an hour or so, go into cafes, have a drink, and maybe have a little makeout scene in the car while the windows are down, or a collab in a concert or gigs, some modeling shoots for luxurious brands, and then it’ll be done.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, on behalf of Y/n,” Alex commented before drinking her beer. “I mean, the band is going well on its own, and Ellie doesn’t need Jenny because everything is going well for us.”

The rest nodded thoughtfully.

“That’s right, but there are brands and sponsorships that will offer us millions of dollars if we agree to collaborate with Jenny,” Jesse said. “I know you’re right, but the fame you have right now will double or even triple if Ellie agrees to do it.”

“Why me?!” Ellie asked angrily. “You know I’m not interested in that right now, man. I already have someone. Don’t make me fuck this up.”

“Just explain it to her. I’m sure she will understand,” Jesse answered.

“That’s not easy, dude. I won’t do it.”

“Well, I know you won’t do it, but either way, you don’t have a choice. You can’t change my mind here, Ellie. You and Jenny will have a fake relationship for a month. I’m sorry, but it’s happening.” He said before leaving the office.

And right now, Ellie doesn’t know how to explain it to you. She’s scared that you might run away from her. It’s her worst nightmare. She doesn’t want to lose you.

“Hey, you ever heard of Jenny?” Cat asked as the two of you were walking around campus. She’s been looking at her phone the whole time, immersed in what she’s reading.

“Oh, the pop star?” You asked. She nodded. “Yeah, she’s getting shipped with Ellie right now.”

“I know. It’s crazy that there are even some fan theories that they’re dating.” Cat said before the two of you sat on a bench under a tree. After a few minutes of scrolling, Cat gasped loudly. “What the fuck?! They were seen together in a cafe an hour ago!” She exclaimed.

Your brows knitted. “What? That can’t be real.” You said, trying to be calm because there was no way that Ellie would do that. She can’t do that to you.

Right?

Your heartbeat tripled when Cat showed you her phone. “I don’t know; it doesn’t seem fake. It’s taken by a paparazzi. Look. 'Rising pop star queen, Jenny, was spotted having a fancy brunch with the rockstar Ellie Williams.'" Cat read the headline. She then scrolled down, revealing a couple of pictures of Jenny and Ellie, sitting in one of the cafeterias in New York.

Jenny is smiling and laughing at those pictures while holding her small cup of coffee. Radiating as usual with her cute clothes, perfect hair, and gorgeous makeup. On the other hand, Ellie is in front of her, wearing her black varsity jacket and baggy pants. She isn’t smiling, but you can’t tell from the pictures because her eyes are covered with her dark sunglasses.

You can physically feel your heart crack at that moment. It is real. That thing can’t be photoshopped, and it is Ellie. The same Ellie in your apartment last night.

“Oh my god, y/n…” Cat looked at you with sadness in her eyes.

You gulped, trying to keep tears at bay. “So that’s why she was quiet last night…” You said. “Well, can’t really blame her. Jenny is pretty. But I just hoped that she told me earlier.”

Well, Ellie isn’t even yours to begin with. She was just your friend, nothing more. But you still can’t help but feel a pang of betrayal in your heart. It’s an ugly feeling because Ellie didn’t promise you a single thing. She was just kind to you. You aren’t her girlfriend, so why are you feeling like your whole world has collapsed?

After you’ve heard the news, you couldn’t help but stay in your apartment, sitting on the couch, while a cozy blanket is wrapped around your body. Dina and Cat are extremely quiet, not knowing what to say or do after the news broke out.

It was all over the internet, and every time you opened up your phone, it was all you could see on the screen. Your notifications popped out, reminding you that everything that was happening was real. Ellie is dating Jenny. She might be. Of course, this wasn’t supposed to shock you. I mean, Ellie was known for dating pretty famous girls in the past. Her flings are filled with models, singers, actresses, and such. You might be foolish to think that you are her type because, let's be real, Ellie is out of your league.

You shouldn’t have hoped that there was even a small chance that she would date you.

How can you be so gullible?

Dina placed the hot chocolate on the coffee table in front of you. “I know what you’re thinking, and no, Y/n, you shouldn’t dwell on that.” She sat beside you, wearing her comfy pajama set while sipping her tea.

You gulped; your eyes were sore and red and puffy from crying for over an hour, or even more. After hearing the issue from Cat, you and she decided to go back to your apartment, and you have been silent ever since. Cat doesn’t know how to comfort you, as she admits that she is bad at it. All she can think about is how many ways that could make Ellie Williams suffer at your hands. Honestly, she had been listing it on her mind even from the start, but her annoyance with the rock star has skyrocketed after this. She hated seeing her friend cry over anything, and Cat has been known as very protective, especially with her loved ones. Seeing you in this state breaks her heart because you deserve better.

Ellie’s last text was from last night, saying that she was already at home. After that, there were no updates from her. You don’t want to seem needy by flooding her messages, asking where she’s at, who is with her right now, or if the rumors are even true. You couldn’t look desperate. If you beg for her, then your dignity will be lost. And that’s the last thing that you have. So, no, you won’t bother picking up your phone.

“Look, you two should talk it out,” Dina said.

“What’s there to talk about? Ellie is dating Jenny, which is very clear from the pictures. What’s more to say other than her being a dick?” Cat answered frustratingly.

You shut your eyes. “She’s not.” You sighed. “Ellie doesn’t owe me any explanations because we aren’t dating, okay? She can be with any girl she wants, and it shouldn’t hurt me because she’s not mine. Ellie shouldn’t be blamed for my emotions.”

“Not dating? But she was just here last night. Look, the bouquet is still fresh. No friend buys flowers and a tub of ice cream in the middle of the night.” Cat said.

“Right,” Dina nodded.

“And you two have been on private dates so many times.”

“It meant nothing. You two are my friends, and we always go out!” You reasoned.

“But it was different with Ellie. Because, admit it or not, she has been extremely romantic with you.”

“Guys, it’s fine.” You said. “You know me; I am always like this when Ellie has dating rumors.”

“This time it’s different, Y/n,” Dina said. “Because deep inside, you thought you finally had a chance with her.”

You just looked away silently.

“Gosh, I’m so stupid.” You put your hands in your face, as you cried onto it. The two immediately wrapped their arms around you, enveloping you in a warm, comforting hug. “This is so fucking pathetic. I fucking thought…” You sobbed. “I’m so pathetic.”

“You're not.” Dina immediately answered.

“Give her hell,” Cat said, making you pull away from the hug as you stared at her with bloodshot eyes.

“What?”

“Give. Her. Hell.” She said firmly.

Oh, Ellie Williams, you are so done.

“Are we done?” Ellie asked once they stepped inside the limousine. She looked outside the tinted windows, scanning the people flocking around the car, trying to make their way as near as possible to get so many pictures of you and the pop star beside you.

Ellie was so guilty for doing this, and even more so when she kept thinking that you would find out what she had been doing right now before she could even explain herself. She chickened out last night, not wanting to ruin your whole day or week. But after she left your apartment, Ellie wanted to come back, knock on your door, and beg on her knees just for you not to get mad at her because she knows she has no choice but to oblige.

The moment Ellie woke up, Jesse was the first person she saw. He has been sitting at one of the barstools in her penthouse’s kitchen, sipping her self-made coffee. Her irritation grew so that you wanted to punch his face.

“I confiscated your phone.” He said, waving the thing in front of her. Ellie immediately walked toward him, her eyes fueling with anger as she tried to snatch it away from him. But Jesse was quick to put it in his pockets and move away from Ellie. “I will give it back once you’ve done your task.”

Ellie wanted to rip him limb by limb. She was now seething with anger. “What am I?! A kid?!”

Jesse sighed. “Ellie, this won’t take long. You can text your girlfriend once you’ve followed my directions.”

Which is why she was here, sitting inside the small space with Jenny who’s been looking at herself in the pocket mirror she’s holding on to as soon as they got in. Ellie’s hands are itching to text and call you right now, wanting to explain everything. That this was all a fake thing. Nothing is real, and you are still the girl in her mind.

And that’s if you will still talk to her.

The thought of you leaving Ellie haunted her mind, and it never failed to make her whole body freeze in nervousness. Fuck it.

Jesse gave Ellie her phone. She immediately checked it but then was disappointed that you didn’t even say something to her. Ellie gulped; something inside her mind told her that you probably knew. You weren’t dumb, and news flies too fast.

“You know...” Jenny looked at her, and she glanced back. “You seemed uninterested in me. Am I making you bored?” She asked.

Ellie rolled her eyes. “Look, I just got pulled into this situation that I never wanted in the first place.”

“Wow. I can’t believe it.” Jenny scoffed. “So many guys and girls wanted me, okay? Why are you acting as if I’m making you miserable?!” Her tone is getting higher.

“It’s because I am!” Ellie said back, frustratingly.

Jenny’s jaw was clenched, but she didn’t say anything. Ellie wanted to thank the universe for making her shut up. She couldn’t stand her presence. Jesse and Jenny’s manager exchanged awkward glances before sighing. The tension in the air was thick, and everybody went silent. Ellie’s eyes shut tightly. She immediately recites a long apology for you the whole ride home.

The next morning, you receive a text from Ellie, asking you where you are. It is a breezy afternoon, and your classes are done for the day. Your energy is still low, and you can’t even focus; your head is full of thoughts about Ellie and Jenny.

You knew that you two should talk it out as it is the best way to resolve an issue. Communication is very important, but you couldn’t even afford to have the courage to ask her about it. Because at some point, Ellie doesn’t owe you any explanations. Like what you’ve said, she could take whoever she wants, and it should be none of your business. Just because you two became close doesn’t mean that you are romantically involved with each other.

Ellie, on the other hand, knows where you are. She is already outside of your campus, waiting in her heavily tinted car. The huge bouquet she bought, with a box of flowers, is now sitting on the back of her car. She knows your schedule, and Ellie thought that at any moment right now, you could be walking right out of the main gate.

She has been practicing what to say in front of you. She wanted to explain, not wanting to leave you hanging. Ellie is serious about pursuing you, however, she couldn’t ask you about it. She’s afraid that you might be thinking that everything is going so fast. She doesn’t want to scare you, which is why she’s taking things slow.

While you were walking near the gate, Abby briskly walked to catch up to you. “Hey, how are you?” She asked, “I heard about-”

You immediately rolled your eyes. And Abby stopped talking before she held up both her hands in the air – it’s as if she’s surrendering. You two laughed at her actions.

“I just want to sleep all week.” You said.

“That’s such an impossible wish.” She joked. “But, seriously, if you wanted to talk about things, what’s bothering you, then you should call me.”

The two of you reached the gate, and you two stopped. “I don’t have your number, Abby.” You said while smiling.

“Ah, here.” Abby offered you her phone. “Put your number here so I can call you instead.”

You immediately obliged. Unbeknownst to you, Ellie saw your interactions, and the similar annoyance she felt when she first saw you and Abby tripled. Her hands balled into a fists; it was so tight that her veins started showing up. She wanted to slam Abby’s head into the steering wheel as she saw her smiling and laughing with you. She wanted to pull out her eyes for even looking at you to flirt with you.

You saw Ellie’s familiar car. The same one that she uses to take you out on a date. The one where paparazzi couldn’t trace. Your heart started breathing too fast before you looked away at it, knowing that Ellie was probably looking at you through the tinted windows.

You bid goodbye to Abby, who immediately went to the other side of the road. You sighed, wanting your heart to calm down as you were walking to the car. Bitterness started to flood through your veins as you realized that Ellie just got into a public date with someone else yesterday, while she’s now trying to hide her identity every time she goes out with you.

You opened the passenger seat and you were immediately welcomed by Ellie’s pissed face.

“What?” You asked.

“She still wouldn’t leave you alone?”

Your brows knitted together as you quickly realized that she was talking about Abby. “We’re friends.”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “I know she has other intentions.”

“Oh really?” You, too, are now getting annoyed at her. “So I can’t talk with Abb,y but you can go out with someone else on a date?” Your voice is laced with bitterness, and you immediately regret it.

Ellie looked at you, and the small pain in your tone almost made her want to throw up. “It’s not a date…” She said softly.

“I don’t know; it seems like it is.” You looked outside the window, not wanting to look at her face.

Something inside you starts building up. Sadness flowed in your thoughts, mixed with annoyance and bitterness about everything. Your eyes started to tear, and you looked away even more.

“Y/n. It’s all fake.” Ellie said, and your heart almost leaped. You took every force in your body not to look at her. “I went home to explain everything to you, and I’m telling you right now that everything isn’t true. My manager forced me to do this.”

You gulped, wiping the tears that escaped from your eyes before you dared to look at her. “Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was still contemplating last night because I- I got scared.” Ellie sighed.

“Of what?”

“Of losing you.” She answered quickly.

You stared at her. “Why would you lose me?”

Ellie’s mouth moved, but she couldn’t utter a single word. “I don’t know…” She said softly before caressing your cheek. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

Here it goes again.

You don’t know whether to feel happy or sad about what Ellie is doing right now. Of course, the familiar thump in your heart never goes unnoticed by you. It was all you could hear right now. Ellie is still the woman in your dreams; it won’t change. Never will. You knew that being with her almost every day would wreck you in the end. You knew that once Ellie was within your sight, you wouldn’t be able to stop your feelings. You knew that once Ellie spoke, you would obey everything that she said. You love her so much that you’re afraid that the grip she has on you will eventually be the end of you.

You contemplated asking her about what she truly felt. But you need answers, or else you won’t take it anymore. You should save yourself first.

“What are we doing, Ellie?”

“Wha- what?” She asked, taken aback.

“You should stop doing those,” You said, mentioning the bouquet at the back of her car. “Sweet things. It’s confusing.”

“What’s confusing about that?” Ellie questioned.

You were now growing impatient. “You should only do that to the person you love, Ellie. Do you feel that about me?”

“I do!” She exclaimed.

“Then say it.” You demanded,

Ellie grew silent. She stared at you, breathing heavily. The thought of finally confessing to someone about what you truly felt, seriously, without an ounce of alcohol in your veins or a little bit of drugs, scared Ellie. This is getting too real, to the point that her feelings scare her. She isn’t used to it; everything she does with you is new to her. It’s like she’s trying to find the right path in the darkness, where no one but her is guiding her, and she isn’t used to that. She’s afraid of making mistakes and hurting you.

This should be easy to say. Just do it. Just fucking-

When a couple of minutes had passed, you nodded. Her silence gave you the answers.

“Y/n-” Ellie called your name when she realized that you were scrambling to get out of the car. She immediately locked the doors, not wanting you to go. She tried her best to get a good grip on you, but you were quick to pry her hands away. Ellie backed out, slowly getting her energy drained from her body.

You were getting away from her.

“I should go-”

“No, please.” She shut her eyes tightly. “Y/n, I-”

“It’s fine, Ellie.” You tried to smile. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine.”

“Don’t go.” She said, catching your hand tightly. She looked at you with those green bloodshot eyes, pleading with you. But you shook your head. You’re afraid that the more time you spend with her, the more you won’t get out of the cage you’re in.

Ellie couldn’t do anything but let you go. When you finally did get out of the car and ran away, she couldn’t stop the tears that fell from her freckled cheek. Ellie rested her head on the steering wheel, contemplating if she should go run with you. But again, she couldn’t because she shouldn’t be seen with anyone else.

So the whole time, all Ellie could do was to cry, and blame herself for being such an asshole.

A month has passed, and you still haven’t seen Ellie since.

It wasn’t such an easy thing to do, especially when Ellie has been persistent in wanting to talk to you. But you still wouldn’t budge; you made up your mind that you wouldn’t want to waste your energy on her. With the examinations week going, you’re mind is too preoccupied to even entertain her. So, instead, you decided to bury yourself with books and reviewers.

That night you left Ellie’s car, she knocked on your apartment door, wanting to explain everything to you. But you never bothered to leave your room. You couldn’t. Your energy was drained from crying the whole day. This is why Cat was the one who answered the door, immediately making Ellie go away.

But that didn’t end. Every day, Ellie wouldn’t stop stalking you. She would flood your inbox with her texts and calls that you had to block it. But Ellie’s efforts would always go to waste since you’ve somehow managed to dodge her.

She tried waiting outside your campus in her car, but you’re smart enough to spot it even from a distance. So you would immediately go the other way, walking fast enough to catch up with the bus. And Ellie couldn’t even do a damn thing. She couldn’t even hop out of the car and chase after you. Ellie also tried going up to your apartment, particularly on those days when she knew Cat wasn’t around to yell at her. However, you weren’t there. And Dina wouldn’t tell her where you are, no matter how much she tried.

On days when Ellie was out with Jenny to do publicity stunts, she would constantly send you different flowers with a box of chocolates and a note where she explained that everything wasn’t real and that she really wanted to talk to you about what happened at the car, but you wouldn’t just let her. So instead, she’s sending out those letters because you’ve blocked her in everything.

Best believe that Cat was living her dream of seeing Ellie in her poor state. Dina was too soft-hearted to even leave her alone with the rock star because she was always trying her best not to spill anything about you when Ellie was almost crying in front of her. She just couldn’t handle the two of you being in a situation like this.

But you, no one knows how hard it is for you to ignore her and act like as if nothing has happened. It’s like you’re in a constant battle with yourself every single day. One part of you wanted to stop this madness and just talk to her, settle everything for everyone’s peace of mind. But the second part of you wanted to just let this pass away for the mean time. Let Ellie rethink her decisions before she comes up to you and just leaves you hanging again. You wanted to calm down and not get devoured by your emotions before talking to her. So that is what you’re doing right now.

Cat groaned as the four of you were at the cafeteria. You and Abby are sitting side by side. She offered to carry the huge textbooks you’re holding and wouldn’t say no as an answer. So, you wanted to buy her something in exchange.

“What?” You asked, drinking the sparkling water you’re holding.

“Jenny and Ellie will be having their collab duet at the bar here.” Cat showed you her phone with the said headline.

Your heart ached once more, but you still somehow faked it in front of them. The grip on your bottle tightened. “So?” You asked, acting nonchalantly.

“You should go,” Cat said, and everyone looked at her skeptically.

“Are you going insane, Catherine?” Dina butted in.

Cat reached into her jacket pocket while rolling her eyes. She then tossed the two tickets in front of you. You and Abby took it.

“VIP front row tickets.” Abby read the paper.

“What’s this for?” You questioned, brows knitting together. “I thought you hated Ellie.”

“I still do, pretty girl. But hear me out; you two should go on a date. I specifically got the front row one because that is where Ellie would see you two together, okay? You should go out and make her realize that you are so much more than that Jenny girl.”

Your eyes dropped on the tickets once again.

You found Cat’s explanation absolutely absurd and childish. If this will make Ellie annoyed, then what more will it do for you? Seeing the two up close on the stage, acting as if they were in love with each other, will make you dizzy with jealousy.

“Cool. I’m in.” Abby said, smiling widely.

Your neck snapped up at her. “What?”

She shrugged. “I never forgot what I said when I first met her, and I hope she didn’t. Because I’m serious about that. I will actually steal you from her if she isn’t too careful.” Abby winked at you.

You then looked at Dina. “Dee, you think that this is a good idea, too?”

Dina then opened her mouth, trying to say something, but then she just nodded. “They’re right. Ellie is already annoyed at Abby, so bringing her in on one of their gigs will actually make her realize what’s right in front of her.”

You gulped and looked away.

“Fine.” You answered, and everyone snickered.

To say that Ellie was incredibly annoyed tonight was just an understatement because it's more than that. No words could describe how much she wanted to bang her head against the concrete wall before this show started. She couldn’t even handle Jenny’s presence for even a minute, and then their managers decided to make the two collaborate on a gig. That sounds like pure hell for her.

But then, she has no choice. Ellie knew that this bar was near your university, and she was hoping that you wouldn’t go in there. Yes, she wanted to talk to you. She wanted to explain that she was afraid of admitting it to herself and with you, that she does like you. More than you’ve ever known. She wanted to kiss you, wanted to make up with you, and worship the ground you walk on. Ellie never knew the purpose of her life until she met her. You’ve opened up her eyes to so many things, and you showed her that she has a heart that can love.

She sighed, strumming her guitar as the music started. Jenny is beside her, making flirty glances to stir the public, but Ellie couldn’t pretend to even like her. Not when the song she wrote for you was the one playing.

The two of them started singing. Ellie was avoiding Jenny’s gaze at the stage by looking at the crowd, examining everyone who seemed to be indulging in their performance.

A couple of minutes passed, and Ellie saw a familiar figure amid the crowd. Her posture straightened while following you as you made your way to the swarm of people. Her ringed fingers gripped the base of her guitar tightly while the other one was strumming it.

Ellie couldn’t move her eyes away from you. She wanted to jump off the stage and catch you in her arms at that moment. It’s like someone has cast a spell that made her this crazy in love with you. Ellie forgot about her partner on the stage and was just shocked when Jenny touched her tattooed arm.

And then reality has seeped in.

She was with Jenny, and you weren’t alone at the bar.

You’re with Abby.

Oh god, you’re with her.

Ellie’s gaze darkened as she stared at the two of you sitting in one of the front-row seats at the bar. Perfectly in line with her vision. The bar was dim, and the only light that were on was the blinding neon flashing lights. But she could see how Abby was gripping your waist, pulling you closer to her body as she leaned in and whispered something to you. Ellie figured out that it was funny because of the way you laughed.

Ellie wanted to smash the guitar at the floor, slowly getting red from so much annoyance. Her gaze never left yours, watching every move of you two.

The performance was painfully slow, and those two hours, Ellie spent glaring in your direction. Something inside you stirred, knowing that she was annoyed. You couldn’t believe that Ellie was acting jealous, especially when Abby was close to you. At first, you thought Cat’s plan wasn’t going to work, not believing that there was an absolute chance that Ellie would get jealous of someone near you. However, it was proved wrong when Abby and you noticed how many death glares she threw at the two of you.

And Abby was enjoying every little bit of it.

When it was done, Ellie never wasted a single second before she angrily made her way backstage. She immediately took a swig of the bottle of whiskey, drowning her anger in it. She couldn’t believe it. She wanted to slam her fist against the wall, shout at something, and then repeat. She fucked this up. And she should face the consequences of it.

You sighed, watching Ellie leave the stage. You wanted to run after her; the universe knew how much you wanted to. However, you can’t. Not when Jenny was around. Not in front of her.

“She’s mad.” Abby pointed out.

You looked at Jenny, who was still on the stage, talking to her fans. But you can feel the awkwardness of it when the band members slowly get out, following Ellie. Leaving her alone to deal with them.

“I feel bad.” You said, sadly.

“You should talk to her, then.”

You stared at Abby for a minute before nodding, seriously considering it.

Your phone lit up. It was Alex telling you that Ellie was at the limousine if you still wanted to talk to her. You quickly bid goodbye to Abby, who assures you that she will be fine in here. You thanked her before you spotted the car that Alex was talking about.

You opened the door, and Ellie couldn’t contain her surprise at the sight of you. However, it was short-lived as her annoyance started to get her way of her.

“Where’s your date?” She asked bitterly.

You shook your head. “I left her.”

Ellie’s brows knitted. “Why would you do that? She might get hurt if she finds out that you’re here with me.” She said sarcastically.

“Ellie, we’re friends. Nothing more.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you wouldn’t talk to me because you’re finally with her.” She slurred.

“I wouldn’t talk to you because I don’t want the two of us to become overcome with our emotions. Which is what is happening right now.”

Ellie silently looked at you. Her green eyes were watering as she tried to glare at you. You, however, stared at her with much sadness.

“I just missed you.” She croaked. “And I do like you, Y/n. The moment you hopped out of the car that day, I wanted to run after you. Kneel in front of you and tell you how much I wanted you the moment I laid my eyes on you.” She breathed. “You’re the only one I wanted, okay?”

“Ellie…”

“Please, just.” She shut her eyes tightly, tears flowing down her cheeks. Ellie was even surprised that loving could make her feel such things. It was ugly, but it reminded her how much she cared for you. “If you don’t like me anymore, I’ll stop. Just say it.”

Instead of answering her, you immediately grabbed her cheeks with both of your hands, enveloping her in a warm kiss. You leaned into her, and Ellie didn’t waste any time to grab your hips, making you straddle her in her seat. You attempt to pull away from the kiss, but Ellie desperately catches your lips once again, pulling you into a deep, heated makeout. Both of your tongues swirled against each other, and Ellie’s grip on your waist tightened.

“I love you, Ellie. I don’t want to leave you, okay?” You said after you pulled out from the kiss.

Ellie smiled. “I won’t leave, baby. And I do love you more than ever. So please, kiss me once again because I am starving.”

And who are you to say no, right?

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[nowimjustastranger]

Break The Mold Lore | Part 1

In this universe, Bill Cipher goes by William. He’s still a dream demon who accidentally destroyed his dimension but, instead of embracing chaos and basically turning into a sadistic psycho, he simply wandered the universe in a grief-stricken daze until he came across Ford. Ford, who was also an anomaly among his peers just like William had been. William felt a kinship with the human child, appearing in Ford’s dream that night. And, in true child-like fashion, Ford quickly befriended the dream demon who complimented his birth defect.

Eventually, a few weeks into their friendship, they make a deal. William will be Ford’s friend forever in return for entry into the physical plane and free access to Ford’s dreams. William makes the same deal with Stan once they get acquainted.

Basically, William ends up befriending the Stan twins, pretty much ensuring that they never have a falling out. When Stan accidentally breaks the machine, William encourages Stan to tell Ford. He does and they have a heated argument as Ford fixes it, and finally the truth comes out as Stan cracks. Ford stares at his sobbing brother who believes that Ford is abandoning him, that Ford is throwing him away because he’s not good enough, has never been good enough.

William helps mediate so they can each understand each other better, and so they don’t devolve into yelling at each other again. Feelings are soothed as Ford reveals that he had never wanted to give up on their dream, but it felt like Stan was forcing him to choose between sailing and college.

William asks Ford and Stan if they could just move closer to Ford’s college together so he could complete his studies and then they could go sailing together afterward, explore the ocean –which is teeming with anomalies for Ford to discover and study– and both the boys are stunned that such an easy solution was staring them in the face the whole time.

Cue them doing just that, moving out of their abusive household after graduation and finding an apartment near campus. William helps both twins settle into their new life, assisting Ford with his homework when needed and also helping Stan find a well paying job. William helps out by keeping the house clean for them, but they still have to handle the grocery shopping since William can’t be seen by the general public.

The Stan twins are very protective of William, making sure he’s comfortable and bringing him out to secluded spots so he’s not cooped up in the apartment all the time. They worry about William constantly, Ford driven to make the dream demon his first subject to study because he wants to know how Bill works just in case anything ever happens. Plus, Ford has been playing around with the idea of building William a body with a penpal of his named Fiddleford.

When Stan is brought into the loop, he handles the paperwork trail to make it seem as if William is human, also getting William a SSN and a valid ID, William tagging along to make sure the shady types that Stan is dealing with don’t try anything.

Ford graduates after several years of college with two PhD’s, the Stan twins putting off their dream of sailing to make sure Ford has all the skills needed to make their idea a reality with Fiddlford’s help.

[hellosweetart]

Hi, so for the Serial Killer Francis Au, I have some ideas (btw I'm not the SK Francis anon, so there could be some inaccuracies in the AU here and there)

About the Milkbread route of the AU, what if: Nacha is a nervous wreck? Of course, she is nice, bubbly, but she also is a ball of crippling anxiety, always scared of messing up everything in her life, from relationship, to work, and to her overall reputation?

As Nacha hung around with Francis, she still noticed something was wrong about him, like how uncaring he was to the world, how sometimes he would drop the most disturbing and morbid statements, but she was just a little bit less decisive. Now at that time, psychology was not a big thing yet, so while her gut was screaming that he's a dangerous man, she still had zero evidence to actually prove that he was and had no reason to distance herself from him. Since Nacha's gut feeling was strong, she even called some of her friends and family members from outside the building to evaluate Francis' behavior. However, all of the people whom Nacha contacted waved off her concerns and some even said that her worries were ridiculous and she might even make a fool of herself if she kept worrying.

So, to not be the jerk, Nacha stayed with Francis. Francis was a smart man, so when he saw Nacha exhibiting her discomfort when he acted "off", he knew to adjust his act. Eventually, Nacha ultimately felt bad for thinking of Francis as one creepy man, (even if her worries is totally valid), and even dated and had Ana with him.

And fast forward till Nacha killed someone and was too scared to do anything that she called Francis and confessed everything. Francis of course was over the moon in a twisted way and helped Nacha with the corpse, pretty much by butchering it so it looks like a doppelgänger mauled the victim.

At this point, Nacha would realize that her gut was right all along because: no way a normal person would look so excited dissecting a whole corpse, and from the way he worked, so "professional" for lack of better terms that it's definitely not his first time.

She had 2 choices: 1, say nothing and live with this cursed knowledge that her husband was a monster in the form of a human while pretend that everything were fine; or 2, confront him about his ways and behaviors, but get blackmailed back because he knew she killed someone. It was not like she had a video recording of Francis casually dissecting a corpse and like I said before, all of Francis' behavior can be chalked up to jokes and stuff, which means that she can't get him arrested, due to lack of proof.

Francis can now force Nacha help him around with his kills, something like a twisted bonding time between the couple. He makes the kills, she helps with the disposing, both of them get bloody together and sometimes she even kill under his threats too. She now can out him for being a murderer, but she would also end up in jail for being his accomplice.

In other words, her cowardice and lack of trust in her own judgement doomed her.

Then come another character: Izaack Gauss. He's the nosy reporter type, whom, like Nacha, notice something off about Francis, but has no proof to accuse him of anything. He's been trying to befriend Nacha for ages to get her to spill something interesting to him about her husband, but she had nothing to say to him... until now. This time, she can rat Francis out to Izaack, and can actually get away scott free since Izaack would be covering for her. But would she actually do it? Or would she be too broken and too drowned in her own regrets to do anything? Or maybe... she may even kill Izaack, in her shattered mental state?

Also, since I also see Francis with Angus and William being friends with dubious morality, I think it'd be somewhat funny if Angus explains his friend group to a random lackey of his like this:

"Ah yes, me, the nerd who created the doppelganger catastrophe, and a dude with superb killing and torturing skills plus his wife who makes good food but looks a bit too traumatized lately, meh, at least she's not ratting any of us out."

This is a great headcanon. Though if SK Francis actively killed someone and need to dispose of the body, he would rather just do it by himself than ask assistance from Nacha. I believe he would prefer to fix his own mess because, in his own standards, he would be a "bad husband" to ask for his wife's help. And if Nacha fell into the same mess (like what she did to the workmate bastard who sexually harassed her), SK Francis would be more than willing to help her.

Speaking of Nacha's trouble, here is my sketch:

Ana peeks out and yeah...something is off with her father.

Also, another thing about my HC for Angus is that on this universe, he doesn't often smile. I think its because of trauma he had endured of owning a shady business and then came along with SK Francis where he has developed a strange close relationship. He can't tell if its amazement, fear, amusement or infatuation...

[cute-brainz]

Summit spoilers !! ( incredibly jumbled thoughts)

I started writing this the day after the summit came out. I think the spoiler warning is still valid !

- hella artblock but girl I will draw Sam and Tank sitting on a bench just outside the rain on skyside's porch holding hands and being so gooey and disgustingly sweet first chance I get. And more importantly sitting on their couch at home afterwards eating BUTTER PECAN ice cream. I am rotating them both in my mind.

- I do not want to talk or think about Alexis, so I won't. 👍 (Her VA was amazing though, props to them!)

- Asher and David should've kissed during that "look into my eyes" scene, I just think that would've been really fun. Angel probably thought so too

- I hope Sweetheart is okay because I am legitimately worried about them. And Milo because this is so stressful for him too lol

- And Lovely's crown.,. Oh my gosh. I have the biggest heart eyes you've ever seen. They love each other so much . I am rotating them in my mind also

- I am so fucking relieved Treasure didn't actually come. I have too many feelings in my body so it probably would've just made me evaporate off the face of the earth. I need their relationship to progress more please. if Porter didn't want to take them then why did he bother telling them about the magical world? Maybe just to have a consensual and regular blood source? Or maybe he really did want to bring them, then changed his mind? is everything staring me in the face, but the autism is winning so I have no idea? Many questions.

- WHERE is bright by the way??? And my boy Frederick????? I'm pissed.

- WILLIAM. Do not even get me started because this post is already too long for me. I love him but there's a lot he needs to answer for. And I care about Vincent SO MUCH So I will be a little pressed about it until he gets an explanation.

- Expected a lot of shifter-directed bigotry, then got a little bit, then decided that was enough for me.

- In my head while Sweetheart was agreeing to go with the plan and Milo, Asher and Babe were standing there, SH and Babe had a little "please be careful" moment. Thank you.

- I said I wasn't going to talk about Alexis but eventually I am going to write down Alexis and Tank's interactions. What alexis said and how I think tank responded. Tank is me, so it's important that I dissect everything that happens to them.

- Closeknit?? In MY party???

TLDR. I enjoyed it and I have big feelings

[fairytale-tragedy]

// roleplay opinion masterlist !!

@\fairytale-symphony : Kyo is a close friend of mine whom I feel nothing but affection for. I will always be willing to give him anything he needs.

@\fairytale-mystery : I wish I could prove that he has no reason to still hate me, but unfortunately he seems too deeply rooted in some sort of vitriol to ever listen to me. If only I could prove I am worth his love...

@\fairytale-fantasy : Kairi means the world to me as a friend. I do not know if she wants or needs my validation, but I try to support her best I can so that one day she may see her own worth and everything she is to me.

@/fairytale-harmony : The Virtual Singers have all been nothing but good to me. I am grateful for their friendships and everything they've done.

@\fairytale-memory : Well, sometimes Kyo's behavior is a bit... sometimes it doesn't feel like I'm talking to him. And he tends to act like there's someone over his shoulder constantly, yelling into his ear.

@\fairytale-fatality : ... I wish they would stop trying to hurt her.

@\sinful-dying-wish : I know him, but barely. I'm more well acquainted with his sister.

@\sorrowful-dying-wish : I know her, but barely. I am glad she got out of that sticky contract situation... ahem.

@\soulful-dying-wish : I find her... offputting, to put it politely. I do seek to try and win her good graces, but I doubt it's working.

@\sickly-dying-wish : I don't know of them, apologies.

@\fairytale-comedy : I dearly worry for my little sister, and I sometimes find some of her behavior a bit immature and disappointing, but she is very dear to me. I will do anything I can to protect her.

@\flaming-requiem : She's... quite the enigma to me, honestly. I know for certain she's extremely intelligent and capable, but she wholeheartedly denies it to an honestly fascinating extent. She seems to make every claim that acts as total opposite to the truth...

@\windswept-aria : He confuses me. I'm sure I could understand the motives behind his actions better if I knew him better, but frankly, I'm not sure if that's possible.

@\imperatrix--umbrosa : Like Yasmin and Wanderer, I find her quite confusing. Though, like the others, I don't mind her presence, per se... I just wish it were never under such arbitrary circumstances.

@\language-of-eternity : I pity him. He does not deserve quite a bit of the... well, suffering is the mildest word.

@\asahineez : We've spoken once or twice, and Kairi is incredibly fond of her. Though we don't know each other, there's something in her eyes that I... recognize...?

@\enaneez : We've spoken once or twice. She has quite the... interesting demeanor.

@\mizukeez : She's very kind. We don't know each other extremely well, but Kyo speaks extremely highly of her.

@\yoisakeez : I've listened to her music before. She's an extremely talented girl... I was thinking about commissioning her for something.

@\snowy-lily : I do worry about her... but I believe she is capable of handling anything life throws at her. She is strong.

@\ardent-lily : Kyo and Shuichi have told me about his class, but I wasn't interested in music during my last application. Perhaps I'll go for it next year...

@\viridescent-lily : I would say he and I are good friends. We don't talk very much outside of school, but I enjoy spending time with him when I can.

@\luminescent-lily : I've seen her with Ryoko and Viridian. She seems almost... haunted.

@\exploding-meerkats-official : Not only are they highly irresponsible and prone to illegal acts of vastly varying calibers, but they are quite cruel to me and people important to me as well as poor influences on Chiyoko. I wish they would learn their lesson sooner rather than later.

@\rat--mafia : Do you know who William Cammisano, "Willie the Rat" is...?

@\neverending-snake : Miss Funai is an extremely pleasant woman to be around, and a very good teacher. I just... regret some of the ways she's... ahem, seen me in the past.

@\neverending-sakura : Funai has mentioned her a few times, and I've seen them together.

@\neverending-snowstorm : I don't believe I recognize him.

@\neverending-slaughter : I don't believe I recognize her.

@\ruieez: Kyo and An are both very fond of him. I've seen a few shows at the Wonder Stage, his work is rather incredible.

@\shiraisheez: With such a fantastic woman representing the music of Vivid Street, it's no wonder the voices there are so powerful. I often enjoy stopping by to listen to their music - I didn't expect it to be my style, but I've grown fond of it.

@\momojan-real: The girls are quite lovely, aren't they? I'm wishing them all the luck in pursuing their dreams - they deserve all of them to come true.

@\nan-mais-tu-vas-ou: The girls are quite lovely, aren't they? I'm wishing them all the luck in pursuing their dreams - they deserve all of them to come true.

@\caramel-pain: I am... worried about her? Rei always gets worked up about how often Hoshi gets herself into danger, and it's... Well, I just hope she's alright. I... Don't believe she's fond of me.

[brighterdaysarebeforeus]

I, apparently, get some validation in the form of likes and I go all gung-ho about writing stuff.

Anyway, Part 1 on Aladdin!AU punkflower.

Miles Morales…was bored.

He was sat next to his dad, at the head of the table, because for the past three months his father had decided that Miles was old enough to start listening in on the financials of their kingdom. Miles had been excited, at first, ready to help his kingdom and start thinking of ways to present himself as someone to be taken seriously; until he actually sat through four or five meetings and realized what they usually ended up being: a group of people, sitting around a table once a week, discussing what to do with money the kingdom barely had and how to generate more money for it, and all he was supposed to do was sit down and listen. Every so often his dad would interject, throwing out this idea or that one, and the table would devolved into a debate about how it would work.

The group consisted of Jeff Morales, the king, and Miles, the prince. Wilson Fisk, the royal advisor, was sitting on the left of his father, two seats down so that he was visible to both king and prince. Miguel O’Hara, the captain of the guards, was on Miles’s right, directly across from Wilson. They had their respective seconds next to them, Olivia for Wilson and Jessica (or Jess) for Miguel. The seat next to Jess was taken up by Pavitr Prabhakar, who was representing the Prabhakar family as a whole as the son of the earl; across from him was the Watson family representative, the countess Mary Jane (or MJ). On Pavitr’s other side was Peter Benjamin Parker, who usually went by Noir and theoretically wasn’t part of the meeting per say, but was sent to watch over Pavitr due to the teen being the Prabhakar’s only child. Rounding out the last of the people in the meeting were William Baker, and Adrian Toomes, both of whom were fairly new additions to the table, according to his dad.

The meeting today was sort of dragging on, and where he sat next to his dad meant that he was just out of reach of the sun, but there was still a lot of heat coming in through the window to make him sleepy. Combined with the late night he’d had the night before and the fact that while his clothes were elegant, they were thin and very comfortable meant that Miles was kind of ready to doze off and take a nap. He was slouched as much as he could be, staring blankly at Wilson as the man droned on and on about…taxes, he thought? Or the guards training. One of the two, Wilson always seemed weirdly focused on those two things. Miles had known the man for years, he’d held his position since before Miles had been born. Outside of the meetings he was usually fairly quiet, a startling trait for someone as big as Wilson was, and was good at somehow moving money around so that his dad could continue running the kingdom the way he needed to without worrying too much. He was smart, Miles could give him that, and definitely was the kind of man that had brute strength on his side; he made Miguel look tiny in comparison, and Miguel was also a fairly big guy, so…

His dad rapped his knuckles on the arm rest, making Miles sit up straighter and blink rapidly to cover the fact that he was zoning out a bit. From a bit further down, Pavitr leaned onto his palms, covering his mouth in a way that made him look like he was deeply invested in what Wilson was saying; Miles could tell was just to hide the grin on his face from Miles getting caught out.

Miles couldn’t even glare back at him, not from his position at the head of the table, and especially not with his dad right next to him, nodding sharply at whatever Miguel started with next. Captain of the guard and all, it was definitely about the guards this time and Miles sort of wanted to slam his head into the back of his chair.

He wouldn’t mind it so much if he could actually participate; hell, Pavitr could throw in ideas and join the debates going around the table, and so could Mary Jane, and even his dad could jump in when he wanted, but Miles couldn’t say anything. The first time he offered an idea, four meetings in, the entire table save for Pavitr and his dad laughed at him and when he tried to defend his idea, his dad shut it down.

Afterwards, his dad had told him “listen, son, I know you want to help, but you need to learn what’s going on in the kingdom before you can start participating in running it.”

So here he was. Learning, though Miles thought that the meetings always ended up going round in circles without ever changing anything. Clearly nothing was working, because these meetings were held every week without fail and sometimes it felt like the same four ideas thrown around all the time: open the kingdom gates more often for travelers, raise taxes, raise rents, funnel less money into the upkeep of the kingdom. Nothing about the actual people in the kingdom, how this affects their day to day living, and at the end of the meeting nothing is decided. Wash, rinse, repeat.

Until…

“The prince is fifteen now, right? What if Miles marries?” The sound of his name jolted him into attention, and Miles’s eyes locked onto Wilson’s as the man looked him over. “We can start searching for eligible candidates, maybe have him married by this time next year.”

Wait.

“What does Miles getting married have to do with the kingdom’s financials?” Pavitr asked. His eyes were narrowed at Wilson, though he was approximately the same size as Miles so it kind of looked like a month old puppy glaring down a husky. Still, he seemed to be the only one who wasn’t seriously considering it; even Mary Jane was looking thoughtful, hands crossed in front of her mouth delicately.

“Look at it this way,” Miguel told Pavitr, whose gaze didn’t shift even though Wilson wasn’t talking anymore. “If Miles marries, especially someone from a neighboring kingdom, then we can start working towards helping the population here. New food, new traffic, money coming into the kingdom instead of out of it.”

“He’s only fifteen.” Mary Jane said musingly, drawing attention to her while she looked to the king, “Doesn’t he have to wait until he’s matured enough to make decisions like that on his own, according to the law?”

“Hey, I can make decisions like that on my own!” Miles interjected, and Pavitr shot him a look that read shut up, shut up now, stop talking. Miles gulped, especially when all the eyes turned to him. “I-I mean, like, in the right — ”

“He is too young to start looking at marriage.” His dad said, and Miles breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Nobody liked to go against the king, so if his dad thought he was too young —

“I understand that his age is an issue,” Wilson said, “but the marriage wouldn’t necessarily have to happen right away in order to be beneficial to the kingdom.” Jeff leaned forward, and Miles felt his heart sink. It was basically a sign saying ‘continue’, and that meant his father had gone from being against the idea to seriously considering it now. Wilson knew this, too; a small smirk tilted his mouth. “We can set up an arrangement with a neighboring kingdom, have a long engagement, and marry them when they’re of age. Gives them plenty of time to get to know each other, all that stuff.”

“I don’t want to get married, though!” Miles said, and he was ignored as his dad leaned back in his chair. He looked thoughtful, which spelled bad things for Miles, he could tell.

And then, sure enough, his dad ran his hand over his face, shifting his glasses just slightly, and said “let me talk it over with his mother.”

[moon-blanket]

Oh my god it's Part Two time i'm so scared but we're doing this we're doing this.

Thirty-ish minutes this time. I can handle this lmao !

William ordered Porter here, and it's the Only reason why he's here WILLINGLY. But it's good that Porter admits that he was giving Both of them an alibi. Hopefully he tells Vincent what the Fuck is going on though !

Oh my god no way it's a game of Clue right now

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SWEETHEART IS OKAY !!!!!! THANK GOD DUDE. Milo's worry makes me want to crumble dude i'm- RAAAH.

They got pushed out of the room ? Well that's good. But scary !! What !!!

Damn, more confirmation that CloseKnit had something to do with the Inversion. Sick and fucking Twisted !!!!!!!!

David's worry for Sweetheart WOOOOOO !!!!!!! Love to hear it. That's family right there !!

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ASHER GET HIS ASS !!!!! LET'S GO !!!!!!! PUSHED HIM UP AGAINST A WALL ?????

Hearing Ash pissed off like this !!!! is doing something to me !!!!! He's stepping up !!!!!! Real Beta shit right here !!!!!!!

Porter using Sweetheart for getting the Department an In to start taking down the dominos that lead to CloseKnit is incredibly smart, but of course Incredibly risky-- being the case that Sweetheart didn't get any "useful" information and potentially put their life on the line for it.

Valid arguments from both sides. Porter is smarter than he let on.

HE WAS THERE TOO ? HE CAUSED THE COMMOTION THAT GAVE THEM THE OUT ? PUSHED THEM OUT OF THE ROOM ? HOW POWERFUL IS THIS DUDE.

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OOoooh, Sanguis Primus. How interesting. It's how Quinn got busted i suppose. This is all interesting to hear how it goes down.

Asher asking Milo if they get a vote was very funny. I replayed it for a good two minutes LMAO.

Fuck it up Monarch Baz !!!! Detective it up !! I can't tell the difference between Alexis and Baz other than the cadences of their voices.

DAMN ALEXIS !!!! eating this mf Prince up !!!!!!

And yeah !!! Where the fuck is William !!! What is happening with him !!!!!!

NOT THEM BRINGING UP ADAM !!!!!!!!! YO LEAVE LOVELY OUT OF THIS !! Porter coming to the defense about it is very heartwarming :)

AND HE'S POPPING OFF DEFENDING THE SOLAIRE NAME !!!!!!!!! WOOOOOO !!!!! Hey Porter I'm sat about it, I'm on my knees .. .... hey uh hi uh are you Single hey uh hi !!!!!!!!!! wow !!!!!!!!!!

DEMON "BLOOD" KNIFE ??? Works as vampire poison ???? An equalizer ?? Rare as fuck to obtain ??? Horrible Half-Life ??? Well that's not highly suspicious at all. I wonder who it could be

DAMN EVERYONE GET CHRIS'S ASS !!!!! Oh he's definitely guilty he Has to be.

YEAH MILO YOU TELL HIM !!!!!! Calling Milo a dog in return and talking about a leash is fucking Crazy !!!!!!!!! Thank you Baz for having his back (even though you called Asher a "pup") !!!!!!

No trace of Sweetheart in the room during the murder :') that's nice to hear.

YEAAAAAAAAH THEY GOT HIM-- WHAT.. . . . THEY JUST KILLED HIM LIKE THAT ? Okay ! Sure ! Vampire Justice... hooray !!!

"The House of Bennett just lost the game." actually goes hard as fuck.

I'm glad that the murder got Some kind of ending and justice, sure. But I feel as though there are several other strings still being pulled in all of this.

Oh man poor Vincent and Lovely :( Lovely's past trauma getting dragged up in front of guests like it's nothing. Both of their "first" real shows in vampire political business goes down in metaphorical flames. They're about to learn some heavy truths that have been hidden from Vincent for So Long.... and the night isn't even halfway over. Surely nothing else could Possibly happen. Right ?

William, what are you hiding ?

[vanilla-c0c0]

The villains want to embarrass the little robin (William Rex & Victor) - Story Event Premium End

All possible disclaimers are valid! I’m not a mother tongue speaker and I’m doing this just for fun. 100% accuracy is not guaranteed. Have fun!

When asked by WIlliam how she even knows about that, she explains that firstly, the major premise is that they would never carelessly expose someone else to danger. Furthermore, William has already acted as the Queen’s aid once, meaning that there’s no reason why he couldn’t do it this time, too. Her conclusion is that there was no real danger this time. Also, she has noticed that she hasn’t seen Elbert, Alphonse and Roger since the night before; are they on a mission related to Her Majesty? Victor happily claps his hands.

Victor: MC! How smart and insightful you are! Ahh, if I was allowed to, I’d crush you in a hug right now.

William: You’re right, MC. We knew that an incident targeting the Queen wouldn’t happen at the parade.

They recieved intel on a group plotting to assassinate Her Majesty for money; therefore, they spread false information concerning a double attending the parade in the Queen’s stead, and that the real Majesty was at an important meeting at Oxford.

Elsewhere, a gunshot resounds in the mansion where an important meeting is supposed to be held. The men who were planning the assassination are miserably lying on the dinner table.

Alphonse: Oh my, it ended up messing up the whole meeting place like this… this way, there will be no important meeting nor any other kind of shit. Right, Your Majesty?

The woman sitting on a chair removes her veil; it’s Elbert, who asks if it’s already over. Roger notes that this time all he had to do was sit down, but Elbert’s glad it went like that: he didn’t have to be careful about stepping on anyone’s shadow. By now, the parade must be already over, notes Alphonse, and Roger pities that they weren’t able to see Her Majesty MC. The real Queen Victoria was hidden in a safe place by Victor.

MC is relieved that Queen Victoria wasn’t actually ill. Victor apologises for keeping silent; after all, he wanted her to enjoy the life as a queen without any worries. William adds that though that is true, they also believed that she would find out by herself.

MC: Fufu, isn’t that a bit contradictory?

William: Ohh, I do not deny that there is a great deal of contradiction.

MC: Then, I will take it as a sign of trust from the two of you.

Still, they kept a secret! As a way of apologising, William invites MC out on a night date with him and Victor.

A few minutes later, she’s up high, on the roof of the Crown Castle. Then suddenly, William picks her up and starts moving from one roof to another (what in the fate series???). They run through the dense forest, cross the drawbridge, until they finally reach a roof with a view on the Big Ben.

Victor: How was your trip in the night sky, MC?

MC: It was so much fun! I’d like to fly again.

William: Fufu, you really do like bad things.

Victor: Girls who like bad things are welcome; otherwise, she wouldn’t get along with us.

They look down at the city of London, laughing together. It was a unique day that started with the two men’s proposal, but thanks to that, she has learned a lot: the Queen’s feelings and her determination, Victor and William’s first meeting… She thanks them for giving her a valuable experience. She’s still unsure of what her role as a fairy tale master is but she’s looking for what she can do for Victor, William and the Queen.

MC: May the Crown (freedom) shine on everyone’s head one day.

William and Victor: …

William: Fuahahah, Nostalgic isn’t it, Victor? Was that on our way home after finishing our first mission as Crown members? Victor told me:”I’ve decided, William. The name [the organisation’s] name will be Crown. What do you think? May the Crown shine above the heads of all who seek freedom someday”.

Victor: Every time I talk to you, I become more and more grateful about having you as the fairy tale master. Just like you poured your heart out to us, we want to do the same.

William: Yes, we will listen to your desires, cute little robin.

MC finds herself standing between two people smiling beautifully; just looking at them makes her feel like she can go anywhere, like she can do anything. She feels so happy that she doesn’t want the night to end yet. Victor asks her what is it that she wants right now, followed by William who repeats the question.

MC: Victor, WIlliam. Just a little more, with me—

She confesses her honest feelings to the self-righteous king and the aide of the queen.

[lildevyl]

Hey, Guys, Gals, Demons, Ghouls and Multi-Fandom Fiends!

This isn't a theory as a matter-of-fact it's going to be long but I need to get this out there. So, I have been on this decision for the past week. And here it is. So, we all know what's been going on with the whole William "Wilbur Soot" Gold situation that's been all over YouTube, Twitter, and just about any other Social Media Platform out there. I'm 100% behind Shelby/Shubble. I think she was very brave in coming out against what she experienced so, please go show her some support.

With that said, I know many people on here have either made the decision to either,

A) Orphaned or Delete their FanFics that have c!Wilbur Soot in them. If have decided to do that, your decision is valid and I fully respect your decision.

B) Have decided to stop writing anything with c!Wilbur Soot in them. If you have decided to do that, your decision is valid and I fully respect your decision.

C) Have decided to continue to write c!Wilbur Soot because it was never about the Content Creators, but the Characters that we, the fans, have created ourselves. If you have decided to do that, your decision is valid and I fully respect your decision.

So, with that said, I'm sure many people have been wondering about what I'm going to do. Here's my decision on this.

What I'm going to do:

I'm going to continue to write. Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic is still going to be written. As selfish as this is going to sound, it was never about the Content Creator William "Wilbur Soot" Gold who owns the YouTube/Twitch Channel. But it was always, always, always, about the character he played. I love c!Wilbur Soot from the Earth SMP, Dream SMP, and Origins SMP. I even love the character he plays in Sorry Boys. And that's the Character I will be writing!

I know when I first joined the DSMP, it was already starting to go downhill. By that time, Covid was over, and the "Over Night Success" of the DSMP was over for a lot of fans. To the point, if you were still a fan of the DSMP during the Prison Arc and beyond then you were in the "So 5 Minutes Ago"/Cringe Territory. I also know that serval people have stopped writing, and got out of the DSMP/MCYT Community when Technoblade passed away. I can't blame them since many fans started watching the DSMP b/c of Techno and why bother watching something if the reason you even started is no longer there. I fully respect everyone's decision on that. And I know now that so many people will be leaving b/c of this being the "Last Nail in the Coffin" for a lot of people. Again I fully respect your decision if you decide to never write c!Wilbur Soot or just straight leave the Fandom entirely.

But I'm not. I'm not leaving. c!Wilbur Soot belongs to us fans and yes, this is 100% selfish of me, but I'll be damned if I let someone take away something that I find so much joy in doing! I've been writing FanFicion for the last 30 years and have been posting for the last 20 years.

I've been in many different fandoms and yes, many of them have had pretty toxic gatekeeping fans. But for once with the DSMP, I actually felt well safe for my writing. I didn't have to worry about if I was writing the Character right or not.

So, with that said, Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic is still underway! I have a few more chapters already written but it's going to be a major story and for once, I'm fucking motivated to finish this! For once, I'm not four to five chapters in and can't seem to figure out what to write b/c I'm so stuck on what others kept telling me how to write certain characters. But with this, no one's doing that. I want to write to these Characters how I want to write them!

I am NOT supporting the Content Creator! This has always been about the Characters. As far as I'm concerned, William "Wilbur Soot" Gold can go step on a pile of Legos for all I care!

However, with Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic, it's going to be until Summer that I will be able to fully start to update again. Right now, I think I'm just going to concentrate on School since my class started a month ago. And I might be focusing on other Writing/Art Projects until then.

So, when Summer hits, expect to see updates for Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic! Until then, Guys, Gals, Demons, Ghouls and Multi-Fandom Fiends! I'll see you later! HAPPY CREATING!

[dagdasgodslayer]

FOR THOSE WHO FEEL LIKE A MONSTER || STILL ACCEPTING! || @feralreason

feralreason asked: “You might not be human anymore, but that doesn’t mean you’re any less of a person.” - listen ok I'm thinking William is like "ah he Came Back? He just like me fr fr….. TIME TO GIVE TERRIBLE WONDERFUL ADVICE!"

❝ You mean it? ❞

[That might not be the right thing to ask, but validation from his hero and new big brother meant the world. Openly baring his scars and describing his circumstances felt terrifying -- he really trusted Dave at this point. These were details he hadn't even shared with his family ( for fear of how much they'd worry, not because he'd freak them out...so he hoped ). But here Dave was, sympathizing, making him feel safe and heard.]

[It didn't make him any less of a person. Those were words he desperately needed to hear; the existential crisis that came with being a walking corpse had taken a toll on him, one that he internalized and tried not to show. Dave's support meant everything to Nanashi. He'd been right to open up.]

❝ Um...thanks. ❞ [Shit, was he tearing up? He frantically wiped them away, hoping to keep up his "cool" attitude around Dave.] ❝ Really. It means a lot. Lately, I've been wondering if...if I'm even "me" anymore. I can't really tell. Not being in control of yourself, it...kinda eats at you. ❞

[cherry-pop-elf]

Weasley Siblings Reacting To You Coming Out 🏳️‍⚧️ ((Trans Edition))

Some wholesome/projection because wah-! Also reader is under the impression of muggleborn, so muggle ideals would be different from wizards of course

Can he read as Platonic or Romantic! Clause Platonic love is valid af! I see you Ace/Just wanting stuff to not always be sex, folks!

Warnings: Transphobia,bullying ((not from the Weasleys obviously)) anxiety, depression, don’t worry it’s fluff just ya know. It’s scary coming out!

Writing Coms Open

((BTW this was in my drafts, and since Trans Visibility Day was today, it gave me motivation to finish it so let’s go-!))

William ‘Bill’

“Like Tonks-!” You did feel pretty silly, once he said that. Made you wonder why you waited so long. Literally you were friends with a Shapeshifter, so why would you coming out be so different? Oh right, what muggles would do if they knew. “Kinda, minus the whole ya know….Changing on the whim. Wish I could do that-“ You muttered, as Bill would pat your back. The pair of you, ever cozy in the library. Special permission to access the resurrected section, since he was being interned at Gringotts for curse breaking. Meant you had some privacy for such a sensitive topic. “Hey, we can find a way to. Right? It’s magic. I bet you my lucky dagger that the twins probably have something in the works.“ He comforted, and it made you smile. That Bill. Always finding a way to brag about his younger siblings somehow. That was just the cutest thing to you. Just a big brother, finding a way to show off his family. Helped a lot. “Whatever you need, I’ve got you. I know muggles do stuff differently, and a lot isn’t really to positive-“ Bill was the eldest, so it made sense he would be more informed with muggle culture. If his band shirts were to say anything. “Like name changes and stuff. Got a new name you like?” There was something so weird about how casual he was. Just, casual. It was a field, but also felt off. Like something bad should have happened. Maybe it will. Until then, though, you were happy to tell him your new name. “Suits you-!” He smiled that awkward half smile, given the other half didn’t exist anymore. “I like it.” And he was soon ruffling your hair. Older brother habits. They don’t die easy, and you were greatful for it.

Charlie

“Like Tonks-!” Why did you get Déjà vu? You shook it off, before nodding. “Yes, minus the actually changing my gender and stuff.” You clarified, as he multi tasked with the latest baby dragon Hagrid had gotten. Charlie just couldn’t resist, and now you two were stuck in his hut. Hagrid off to find someone to take said dragon, while Charlie treated it like a puppy. Kissing its snout, and making it squeal in utter delight. Despite the slobber, and despite the heat. One of the reason you trusted him with such a secret. His heart was so big, and he held such passion. Not to mention, you hoped he could help you get out of your shell a bit. Such a loud, and proud, man. Also, well, imagine trying to bully someone who’s buddies with the dragon tamer. “Neat-! So do I flip flip between pronouns, like Tonky, or you got new ones-?” You swore he was paying more attention to the dragon, than you. Weirdly, you liked it. He didn’t treat it as life or death, which healed something in you. He didn’t care, but in that good way. That it didn’t change how he saw you. Or, maybe you just asked at the right time. You had to shake his shoulder, to remind him you were still there. You two shared a laugh, as he went on rambling about how beautiful the dragon was, as you were able to relax a little easier.

Percy

“Trans-? Like as in Transfiguration? Finally, actually focusing on your studies.” You were already regretting this. You figured Percy would be someone to confide in, since he was a prefect. You were being bullied by the muggleborns, but the thing is….Hes a pure blood. He didn’t really understand what being trans was. So, you tried to explain. “Percy, they were making fun of me because I was born different.” You tried to explain, as he was starting to pay a bit more attention now. “They saw me going to the bathroom, and immediately threw books at me. It’s not like I don’t mind Moaning Myrtle, but it’s hard to pee with company.” You sniffled, as it was settling in now. “I’m so sorry, I’ll handle this immediately. I….Let’s go take you to the medical wing, to make sure you are patched….Could you explain more to me about this trans thing? Why it makes you different?” It’s a start. He’s willing to learn, and that’s more than so many. That gave you comfort. He’s confused, but willing. With his arm around you, you did your best to wizard it to his language. To get it out of your system, and for once? Percy stayed quiet, and listened. It’s a start, and you couldn’t be happier.

Fred

“Swear you are like the fifth person to tell me that this month-!” He laughed, as you blinked. Despite the prancing dynamic of the twins, they had grown a bit over the years. Suppose the older brother energy they held just drew in comfort. It’s easy to confide in them. They may not act like it, but they can keep a secret. Guess the courtyard was just a hot spot for such. “Wait, why are you telling me this anyway? I knew the moment I met you-!” He snorted, with an elbow nudge to you. Honestly? You were certain he was joking, but you wondered if he did. “About bloody time you figured it out yerself! Not sure how that whole thing works, but I’m sure George and I can brew something up for ya. Need a beard? Or bigger hips? I’m sure we got something-“ That had you roll your eyes. “Sounds like an excuse to turn me into your personal lab rat-“ That had him blink. “The hell is a lab rat?” Right. Pure blood. “I’ll explain it to you later. Just, promise not to tell anyone? I’m….not ready yet.” Fred seemed like he was ready to argue, about needing to just be passionate about who and what you are, but he was hushed. As if he could already hear Molly yelling at him. That was trauma for another occasion. Instead, he made a zipping motion to his lips, and threw away the key. “Thanks.” You smiled, as he gave a thumbs up. Pretending he couldn’t speak at all, and it got you to giggle. Calmed your nerves down just fine.

George

“That’s uh….That thing-! Yeah-!” He bullshitted, but you understood why. He’s the more emotional side of the dynamic duo. So many kids come to them for advice, but more come to George. You would pay a guess that many who went to Fred were actually looking for George, but didn’t realize it was Fred at all. You only managed, because he was wearing his Quidditch Jersey. Least, you think it was his. Shit, was this Fred? Nope, Fred walked by. With Angelina. Phew. “George, do you need me to explain?” You asked, as he rubbed his neck nervously. Embarrassed he wasn’t instantly able to comfort, like it was his only job. “It’s a muggle thing, breathe.” And breathe he did, as he laid back down on the common room couch. With a quick run down, it clicked. He’s an inventor, they are good at thinking outside norms. “Oh! Oh man, that sounds stressful as hell. Hey, anyone starts shit-“ He gave a sharp click with his tongue, and made a shooting motion with his finger. “Consider them chucked into a vanishing closet.” And given he’s a Weasley, you didn’t underestimate him. So, instead, you hugged him. A big, warm, squeeze. Of course, it was returned. Oh those Weasleys.

Ron

“Would you be offended if I go ask Hermione what that means-?” Least he’s honest, and knew better to ask her than anyone else. Hard to ever get alone time with him, as he was glued to her and Harry. Surprised to catch him alone, for once, and took the chance while you could. Now to just look at your breakfast plate, nervous. “I’ll just explain it, the best I can.” You sighed, as you saw Ron wince a little. Feeling he did something wrong. “It’s a muggle thing-“ You quickly said, as he breathed a little easier. A few nervous gulps of juice, and many confused brows, it clicked. "Woah, that sounds terrible. I rememberer when Harry and i had to drink a polyjuice potion. we were still the same gender, and all, but my skin just felt so wrong. Everything was wrong. was just a suit, and i wanted to peel it off. Even if it hurt." You had to stare. That was just so accurate to how you felt. Your eyes watered. “Did I say something wrong, again-? I’m sorry about-“ But you hugged him, with your eyes in his shoulder. Don’t get Ron started on how many times he’s had to be the shoulder for Harry. So, like a time turners clockwork, he held you back. Comforting you. Someone got it.

Ginny

“Think I’m that to-“ Ginny said, as you two just laid in the grass. Just trying to relax, from a long school day. “Like, maybe it’s just because I was raised by a bunch of brothers. Just, being JUST a girl feels weird. Like I’m more than that, I’m not JUST that. Maybe I’m feeling something else entirely. Never been the same, after that book.” She admits, ready to stress her out all over again. Voldemort did a number on her. What a way to start Hogwarts. Damn. “Well, maybe don’t think about it too hard. It’s both super complicated, but not at the same time. It’s more a feeling than anything else. You can be born it, or maybe over time it changes. Maybe by tomorrow you feel something else. Then, the next day it changes.” You tried to explain, as you watched the clouds. “Yeah, like magic.” She agreed, as she looked to her broomstick next to her. Thinking back to her childhood. “Maybe I am a guy, but Mum being so excited to have a girl just….Made me feel like I HAD to be….” God was that relatable. “Trans buddies?” You asked, and offered a hand. In a playful solidarity. You figured that would comfort her, or maybe now he. “Yeah, Trans buddies.” Ginny smiled, as you shared hands. “Jean sounds nice.” Ginny said. “Jean does sound nice.” You agreed.

[trashmenace]

Rig Warrior 4: Knockdown by J.A. Johnstone

Rig Warrior 4 Knockdown by J.A. Johnstone Pinnacle Books, 2020

William W. Johnstone has been dead for a quarter century, but his byline shows up on hundreds of titles, mostly westerns. They haven't revived his horror or post-apocalyptic titles, but some of his few thriller series are still going. The plot synopses read like a madlibs of Newsmax chyrons: After a Black president bans guns, Muslim Mexican cartels invade and force gay healthcare on everyone; stuff like that.

Johnstone published three installments of the one truck driver army Rig Warrior, and decades later we have a new installment. I think it may be tied in to another series, Dog Team or something. The one Rig Warrior I read was mostly just yelling at a journalist for being liberal, and J.A. really captures that original spirit.

Knockdown starts off with some light racism, then offers some information that makes the intro slightly less racist - checkmate, lib! We get constant exchanges like:

"Say, that's not politically correct." "No, but let me explain in depth why that's OK". Only took 40 minutes into a 10+ hour audiobook for one of Johnstone's patented "journalist as liberal strawman" scenes which leads into a discussion about how there are only a handful of white supremacists in America and liberals are too mean online.

J.A. was kind enough to frontload a couple of weak action sequences as samples so we can know we're not missing anything, unless you just like having your prior beliefs validated by fictional characters. Even if you're the fan of old fashioned pulp adventure that "you're not allowed to do any more" (ed note: you're totally allowed to do it), there are plenty of alternatives.

Nobody's stopping anybody from using Mexican cartels or Islamic terrorists as the baddies in their book. J.A. could have just done that, but they get so mealy mouthed and weaselly about it they vacillate between apologizing or being defiant that they're not apologizing, rather than showing some stones and just doing it, like they're more worried about what some Tumblr lefty will think about it than trying to be entertaining.

As always, I am available to ghost write a revival of the "Satan inspired" series.

From Amazon