#anyway i'm going to try to at least finish the other two cards from the og photoset and then we'll see if i get anything else on the list

[quixot1sm]

sick

#text #the original sketch had wk calm and saintly to contrast kyuberts suffering and (vaguely) demonic appearance #buuuuuut as far as anyone knows the wk of the white2 arc may be the only time it's ever existed and that existence was brief and berserk #as opposed to the mostly-stable kyubert. white kyurem couldn't even leave overdrive as those tubes you see connecting its upper body to its #generator as basically the only thing tethering kyurem and reshiram together. because reshiram was FIGHTING in there #anyway i'm going to try to at least finish the other two cards from the og photoset and then we'll see if i get anything else on the list #bc there's like what. 15 more card assignments. yippee.

[velvetti]

Taming a wild rabbit.

T/W: dubcon/noncon, gunplay, drugging, not yet proofread.

Remake to: A mole was found

(Fic layout inspired by @miyuuuki ^^)

The sky is clear today, thanks to that, Blake was able to buy some desserts. He was in a good mood after his work, even when the corner of his shirt was stained by a small drop of blood. He bought a few slices of top quality cake from many different flavors, paying with his credit card as if what he bought wasn't extravagant.

He quickly heads home after that, opening the door and greeted by a wide hug from you, your arms wrapped around his torso, the leash of your collar dangels as you move. After recovering from his shock a few short moments after, he hugs you back and you said with a wide smile.

"Welcome back, Blake!"

Blake looks at the collar on your neck before leaning in, saying in your ear, his lips curving into a smirk

"I'm home."

"I don't think it's weird..."

"Don't be stupid, who is it?"

Said the two men, both wearing a suit but one in his mid-twenties while the other look to be at least 60 with white hair and a beer belly. You lean against the wall nearby as the two men talked about your next mission, your arms crossed while trying to come up with any new strategy.

You have officially started your job as a spy about a year ago, at first it seemed like a dream job where you get to be sleathy and wear suits 24/7 but in reality, it's nothing different than a gamble to try to gain even the equivalent of a grain of rice amount of information.

It's nothing different than throwing your entire life anyway for "the greater good" to have a slim chance of actually winning or accomplishing something. You would probably be better off actually gambling with the chances that you have. At least you get paid well for every job you take.

Meanwhile, the two men in suits were still negotiating. The younger man was your agent, you wouldn't usually talk to him unless you need his assisstant, while the older one was your client. The moment your agent opened the suitcase to check the amount of money the client provided you, the older man started saying.

"And you know...There's been rumours going aroun-"

The man couldn't finished his sentence before he gets cuts off by another man in suit, the man's face is covered by a black fedora. He walks into the room casually as he asks "What rumours?". The simple question caused the client to panic almost immediately and turns back with a fearful expression, a bang went off in the horror of your eyes and your agent was shot in the forehead, eliminating him instantly. You grab your weapon and point your gun at the mysterious man as he holds the client hostage by a gun at the older man's cheek.

You yelled at him to not shoot, gaining a simple reply and a smirk from the mysterious guy.

"Do you know me?"

You mutter your reply, your tone is filled with cautiousness, a cold sweat runs down your forehead.

"Blake..."

The man simply looks down at you with an annoyed glance.

"You're only here because I escaped, and my boss is furious."

Suddenly your client started screaming and yelling at the fedora-wearing man, to shut up and let him go. Which you admit, was a terrible choice of action.

"Shut up."

The fedora hat wearing man clicked his tongue, pressing the nuzzle against the client's back and fire.

The man doesn't seem to spare you even after killing both your agent and your client, he aims his gun at you at the exact moment you aimed yours at him. You thought this was gonna be a stand off, just for your gun to be greeted with a bullet, the man missed the shot but at least he managed to knock the gun out of your hand.

He exploits the moment of your shock to push you against the wall, each hand holding your wrists back and looking down at you. You could hear him say very faintly, almost like a whisper.

"You have a cute face"

The words don't move you however, you resist the urge to call him a pervert since in this situation when you're facing a guy with a gun, it's best to not provoke any aggressive chain of behaviour.

"Where's your boss' HQ? Tell me and I'll let you go"

The man said. Did this guy seriously think you'll sell out your entire company just so you could survive? Even if you survive, the company would probably find a way to bite you back even harder. In conclusion, this man can suck your dick and go find the information himself.

You replied with just that, "Like I'll tell you, glasses. Go to hell."

However, that seemed to be the wrong answer as the man doesn't say anything at first, he looks at you with the definition of a blank expression before it turns into a frown. With minimal effort, he knee kicked you in your stomach and held you up by your arm, that kick alone was enough to knock you out. If you were a normal person, you would've coughed out blood from that.

"Stupid boy. I wished I could have killed you."

You woke up in a strange place, the first thing that hit your eyes was the dark coloured wall and ceiling. You sit up and try to rub your eyes, realising that you have now been handcuffed. You look around to see where you are, your head filled with questions but no definite answers. The only clue you had was a few tabs of pills on the table nearby and the black fedora hat that the man was wearing before.

The clues didn't help in finding an escape route but it at least let you understand the current situation a little better.

Your line of thought is quickly cut off by the sound of the shower ending, following the sound of the bathroom door opening. From your surprise (are you really surprised though?), Blake walks out from the bathroom, topless while wearing some black pants, a white towel hanging over his shoulder and one of the identical pill tabs in his hand.

He glances at you, saying with a smiling expression.

"Oh, you're awake? Sooner than expected. Is it because I'm getting weaker or you're getting stronger?"

He doesn't even seem to acknowledge your internal panic as he didn't look at you after saying his sentence, his hand popping a pill from the tab before tossing it in his mouth.

Your reaction speed didn't prepare you for the sudden kiss he placed on you, he used his tongue to force open your mouth and push the pill over to you, forcing you to swallow it by forcibly deepening the kiss in by pushing the back of your head in.

Out of self defense, you bit his tongue harshly, hard enough for it to bleed but it wasn't enough to cut Blake's tongue off permanently. As expected, he pushed you down on the bed right after what you did, but he didn't seem upset. He licks his lips, seemingly savoring the irony taste of his blood and saying again, his voice makes you want to punch him square in the face despite it being the same tone as before.

"You could bite back... How adorable, my little rabbit thinks it can scare me. Just a small warning cutie, your struggle turns me on, so stay still and be a good boy, alright?"

You try to cough out the pill he made you swallow, but it seemed to be too late as your mind suddenly went blank, your vision going blurry as if you've knocked down 20 bottles of wine. Tears are already forming in the corner of your eyes, the effect of the pull caused your body to become all weak and shaking. You mutter a question about the pull through gritted teeth, getting a reply from Blake while he holds both of your wrists up.

"Oh don't worry, I didn't poison you. Ever heard of aphrodisiac, my darling?"

Of course, it is that damn thing, makes sense why the tab pills have 'A' marked on it. You let out a deep sigh, sending Blake a glare out of spite. While you weren't paying much attention, he had already started playing with your chest with his mouth, a single lick was enough to harden your nipple.

You were about to cuss at him, but the moment you opened your mouth, Blake pushed his lips against yours again. Your body was already greatly weakened by the pill, so all you could do was frown and let out a few noises to try to get Blake to quit it.

This situation is way more romantic than imagined, you expected him to be rough and thrust inside in one go without any foreplay, at least you won't have to go through anymore pain.

You were turned on your stomach by Blake after the kiss. Your body got goosebumps upon feeling some kind of cold liquid on your crack, a few drops even getting inside you, gaining a small uncontrolled whine from your mouth. Blake kept quiet, his eyes stayed on your hole and you could hear the sound of a zipper.

Blake thrusts two fingers inside you and leans forward to place a kiss on your nape, nibbling on your neck. The two fingers slide in and out of you, the action is surprisingly gentle for a guy like Blake. When he felt you were ready, he gripped both of your shoulders and held you up, aligning your hold with his length. You plead for him to stop, but it seemed to turn him on more as he pushes you down until his tip is inside you. Then he moved his hands over to your hips, slamming you down deep on his dick, causing you to choke on your saliva for a second.

He bites on your shoulder and buries his face in your neck, leaving back marks of all sizes while also giving you a few seconds to adjust to his size. Until your breath has stabilized, he moves you up and down by gripping your hips at a fairly gentle pace at first. His breath also fastened, continuing to bite your neck to muffle his groans and occasional moan. Both of your bodies are hot and sweaty, harmonizing together despite technically being enemies.

Finally, he pushes you down on his dick, filling you up with semen and letting out a satisfied grunt. He breathes heavily, brushing his damped hair back before he pushes you down on the bed again and caresses your cheek with his hand, saying with a cocky smile and letting out a chuckle at the end.

"Not yet, darling. You don't get to leave me until I'm fully satisfied."

Blake kept his words and kept you with him, both of you fucked like bunnies in heat for the weekends and fucked daily when Blake needs to go to work. He made sure to 'train' you 24/7 in any way possible, using sex toys to please you when he's not with you and abusing aphrodisiac.

A small flame from a lighter lights up the dark alley, Blake leans his back against the wall and huffs out the smoke from his cigarette before glancing at the blond haired man nearby. Both of them are in suits, but in contrast to Blake, the blond haired man seemed much more serious as he approached Blake and said with a frown.

"Where did you take him?"

The question caused Blake to slightly lower his head, the black fedora covering his eyes. Then Blake replies vaguely, his lips curving up to a smile.

"Well... I turned a stubborn brat into an adorable kitten."

"You..."

Blake said before shooting the blond haired man on his arm, glaring at the man.

"He's mine now."

Blake leans down to kiss you on the lips, which you return the kiss with delight, your arms wrapping over his shoulder. He pulls you into the bedroom and ignores the bag of dessert he had dropped.

He grips your hair and pulls your head in his crotch, pushing his dick deeper into your throat with one hand while removing his tie with the other. He glances down at you, his eyes darkened for a short moment.

When he had pushed you down onto the bed, he seemed to be in a rush to relieve his stress since he buries his head in your shoulder the moment you laid your back on the bed, one of his hands playing with your nipple. He muttered about how harsh his day was at work.

When he is distracted, your eyes sharpen with bloodlust. Your hand grips the razor that was hidden behind the pillow and aligns it over Blake's neck. No matter how hard Blake tries, you can never forget what he had done, even then your higher up won't even care since he works for the enemy.

Before you could take action, Blake pointed a gun at your chin and continued to kiss your neck. It started to dawn on you that he expected your retaliation, the timing of the blond hair guy-your colleague and your sudden obedience was too suspicious to pass over. He hums, his other hand continues to play with your body.

"What do you think you're doing? I was genuinely turned on, darling. I saw one of your damn colleagues around this area, the one with blond hair..."

Your eyes widened, the only colleague you have with blond hair is Luka, your highschool best friend. You were about to speak up but he turned you on your stomach and held the gun in front of you, saying with a sickly sweet tone. You recognise the gun as the one he used to kill your client before.

"I was planning on killing you with this, but I missed the shot, I believe that's the best decision I could've made. Now, lick it, darling. If you don't wish for your dear friend to disappear forever."

Having no other choices, you obeyed the order and sucked the barrel of the gun, your body slightly shaking from fear of the trigger pulling any moment. He watched in satisfaction as his other hand moved to play with your underbody, preparing you for nightmare.

After what felt like an eternity, he thrust himself inside of you, but leaving you no time to adjust this time as he focuses on pounding into you like a machine. He holds both of your wrists back to pull you deeper into his cock, ignoring any pleas and any noises you make, even when you are overstimulated and sobbing on the pillow.

When you're on the verge of passing out, he has finally finished but he doesn't seem so tired, just pure satisfaction. He puts his glasses on and before your vision goes dark, you hear the clicking sound of a collar on your neck as well as feeling a kiss on your forehead.

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[isaacswhy]

home

isaacwhy x gn!reader (sfw) 1.6k summary: moving to the new house was rough, and you had to stay in a hotel for a few days while the boys moved. once you were settled in, you realized just how much you loved it. requested?: no

It brought you no joy to spend another night in the hotel. Of course, you were thankful that Isaac had paid for your nights staying there, but it was frustrating. You weren't able to sleep at home, with your boyfriend, like you usually were. But, you understood that he was just trying to keep you from going insane from how the other guys acted while they moved. It wasn't his first rodeo doing it.

No matter what, though, you still had to swipe your key card and drop your bag in the hotel as you always had. Isaac spent the first night with you, but had to stay the rest of the nights at the new house while they were moving in. The two of you learned the hard way that when Isaac wasn't around while the grown-up toddlers were moving their belongings, they'd be on the verge of burning the place down all the time.

At the very least, you got to call him. You took your shoes off, doing a quick switch into some pajama pants and walked over to your bed. That was the good part of the hotel, the phenomenal bedding. Isaac really shelled out for your comfort. You fished your phone from your pocket and opened Isaac's contact, pressing the little "FaceTime" button.

The line rang for a few seconds, allowing you to adjust how you looked in the camera before he picked up. Your image shrank into the corner as his face came into full view, beaming and bright. You couldn't help the smile on your face when you saw his big, toothy grin.

"Hi baby!" Isaac half-shouted as you watched him fall back on his bed, his curls spreading onto the blanket.

You waved to the camera. "Hi Isaac! How was the day today? Any good news for me?"

"Today was good!" Isaac sat up and looked down at the camera, "I should be able to have us fully settled by tomorrow. Hopefully, you can spend the night then."

You grinned a little bit at the prospect. You'd missed his strong arms wrapped around you. "That's great! I'll keep my phone on me and probably go out for a little shopping trip in the new city, so just give me a call whenever you think the place is ready."

"Sounds like a plan," He said, "I've been setting up our room, actually. Do you want to see now?"

"No, no, leave it a surprise for tomorrow night." With the house being a little bigger than the last one, somehow, the two of you were sharing a room and Isaac's setup would be in an office room connected to it. Although, you shared a room in the last house, but it was essentially just moving into Isaac's space and tossing your own clothes in his closet.

Things wrapped up easily that night, the two of you talking for a little too long until Isaac had to cut off the call. It was getting late, and he needed the energy for tomorrow. When you finally hung up, you tucked into bed, only Isaac filling your thoughts as you drifted off.

You awoke to the sunlight peering through the curtains the next morning. Grabbing your phone, you saw no news from Isaac and got up for the day.

It was pretty uneventful, other than picking up a few new pieces of clothes and a pair of shoes for Isaac. He was a bit of a nut about his shoe game, and you recognized the pair as one he'd been keeping his eye out for online. Luckily, they had a pair in his size. Shoe shopping for a man so tall was a nightmare sometimes.

You were just getting out of the line with your new items when you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket. Grabbing it showed Isaac's contact and a phone call, so you picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey! I was just letting you know it should be good to come down whenever," Isaac sounded a little out of breath, "Just finished unpacking the last of our stuff. Had to carry Tanner's desk into his room so he could set up his computer. Anyways, if you want to pack up your stuff in the hotel and come down, I'm ready for you!"

A big grin spread across your face. "That's amazing! I'll be headed down soon. Just finishing up a trip to the mall, but I'm gonna head to the hotel right away. I'll pack up my shit and get down to you in a minute, okay?"

"Okay! I love you!"

Your heart warmed a little bit. "I love you too, Isaac, bye."

You were practically sprinting back to the hotel. Once you got inside, you were glad not to have unpacked everything yet. The rest of your clothes and other personal belongings you had with you were packed up quickly into your bags. The car Isaac had rented for you waited for you in the parking garage, where you tossed your things in there. From there, you hit the road.

The drive wasn't too long, but they'd chosen a location far enough from downtown to give themselves privacy. You didn't mind the drive, though, since it was just building excitement to see your boyfriend for the first time in a few days.

You finally pulled into the driveway and walked up to the front door, using your key to get inside. The place was beautiful. Clean, more modern look but with a touch of the luxury that came with a house of this size and price. Of course, in a few weeks, it'd look more like a bomb went off in here. But for the time being, it looked great.

Nick poked his head out from the kitchen and waved at you. "Hey! You finally made it!"

You nodded and waved back, smiling. "Yeah! Isaac thought it'd be best if I wasn't in your guys' path of destruction while you all got moved in. Since I hadn't brought a lot to the last house, anyways, I'm just the last piece of the puzzle."

"That.. makes sense, actually," Nick laughed to himself, "Well, welcome home! ISAAC! GET DOWN HERE!"

You flinched a bit at Nick's sudden yelling, but you heard thundering footsteps as suddenly, your boyfriend ran down the stairs and towards you. You practically leapt into his arms, feeling him pick you up and spin you around.

"You're home!" Isaac was practically squealing into your shirt as he finally put you down, "Do you like it?"

When you saw him like this, he really looked like an oversized puppy. "I love it! The place looks so nice! For now.."

"I'll do my best to make sure they don't rip it to shreds like the last house.." Isaac nervously chuckled, "Come on! Let me show you the room!"

You took Isaac's oversized hand as you followed him up the stairs, leading you through a hallway or two before he opened a door. He led you inside, and you were met with beauty. It was simple, clean, and everything you liked. There was so much personality, the shelves and tables lined with little trinkets, figures, and other pieces of things that you both liked.

You walked over to one of the shelves, smirking. "Did you get me a Jujutsu Kaisen figure?"

"Only because I thought you were really into it," He said with a shy smile, "Did I get it right?"

You nodded and smiled. It was your favorite character from the show, after all. He'd been a good listener after forcing you to watch it with him. "You did, don't worry. This room is amazing, should we go get my bags?"

Isaac lit up a bit. "Oh, right! I'll go get them, maybe get Nick to grab one. You don't worry about any of that, stay here and get yourself acquainted! Look around!"

Before you could protest, he was out of the room and you heard his footsteps down the hallway. You decided to do as he suggested, looking through everything he had set up in your room. You tested out the bed, which was as soft and comforting as you'd loved.

You walked into the office room connected to the bedroom, smiling at his setup and looking over to see a second setup. Before you'd moved, you had another setup that decided to short out during the hot summer heat. When you needed to play something, you often just used Isaac's or bullied Nick when Isaac was busy.

But, there was a second setup, next to Isaac's. It was your favorite color, with some figures and little items from your favorite shows decorating the desk, and a beautiful keyboard and mouse. You approached it, running your hand over the keys and pressing a few. The sound was off the charts.

"You like it?"

You turned around and saw Isaac standing at the door, with a grin on his face. "It's perfect. Was this the real reason you didn't want me here when you were moving in? So you could build all of this?"

Isaac shrugged his shoulders. "Maaaybe."

You sighed and shook your head. "You didn't have to do all this for me," You said with a sigh, but you walked up to him and smiled, "Thank you."

"Of course I have to, I'm your boyfriend," Isaac's voice made you weak in the knees a little bit. When he spoke so softly as he pulled you into a tight hug, his voice warmed your body like nothing else could.

With Isaac's arms wrapped around you like they were, you were able to take in his scent and sit there in the peace in quiet. It felt like pure comfort to you. It felt like home.

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[collecting-stories]

Style - Sirius Black

Summary: you and Sirius enjoy a somewhat on-again, off-again relationship with each other. Marauders era, post Hogwarts.

A/N: The last Sirius fic I wrote was sort of angsty so I'm trying to remedy that with this.

TS Anthology Series | Harry Potter Masterlist

...could end in burning flames or paradise...

The letter came by owl on the 3rd Tuesday of the month, a crisp envelope, heavy, off-white, your name embossed in golden cursive so delicate it was breathtaking. You were careful not to tear the envelope when you opened it, pulling the card out, the same golden lettering inviting you to the wedding of Lily Evans and James Potter at their home in Godric's Hallow. It would be a summer soiree, a bit of information you knew from a visit there last week and not from the letter itself. Lily had asked you to play maid of honor, since Petunia had outright refused to be part of the wedding in any way at all.

"According to her, I've thrown away my entire identity for this hogwash and she won't play party to it any longer. I think it's just that Vernon she's married, he's a tosser. I hate to speak ill but...least I invited her to my wedding." Lily tapered off at the end as she took the kettle off the stove and poured two cups of tea. 

"Well I'll happily take her place," you said, accepting the cup of tea from her. 

Lily's kitchen was bright and colorful, with windows that felt as if the garden didn't end outside but instead stretched its vines into the house and breathed life into it. She'd never been much for herbology in school, or even basic gardening when she was home but since moving to the cottage in Godric's Hallow she'd found a new love for working outside with her hands. Like she was breathing life into everything around her. You always loved being there, the house was warm and welcoming and a far cry from the quiet of your flat in Cambridge, but your visits were scarce. Especially as of late, it had taken a summons by owl for you to agree to show up for afternoon tea. 

"You'll have to around then, for the rehearsal and the wedding you know? James wants to have a party sometime next week too, sort of an informal announcement that we're marrying. He wanted to just send word, I told him I would send out proper invitations," Lily said, 

"I know," you replied, taking a sip of your tea, "I'll be there. You say it like I'm so hard to come by when I'm a fireplace away. James sounds like he has the right idea, anyway. I'd throw a party and then just get married then. Or skip the party." You said, "and the wedding for that matter."

"Oh, I'm well aware that you'd skip the wedding," she laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You tried your best at sounding scandalized but it was empty, you knew what she was referring to but neither of you had ever actually gotten close to talking about it. It was something that everyone heard of secondhand, whoever had been the first to hear it from you or Sirius, no one could remember, but Lily had never directly discussed it with you and you had never told her exactly what happened. 

She shrugged, grinning rather mischievously as she did. She looked more like James than herself in that moment, "you know James is making Sirius his best man?"

"I know he is. I saw Remus last week and he mentioned the wedding." You replied. "Why?"

"You'll have to see him."

"Are we going to hash all this out right here over tea? I've got nothing against him, we get on perfectly fine," you said, unable to keep the defensive tone out of your voice. 

You had avoided any real discussion about the nature of your relationship with Sirius with any of your friends. They were all his friends too, after all, and it wasn't really any of their business to pry into what happened. Which wasn't really anything particularly astounding. 

"You rarely see each other lately," Lily pointed out. 

"Are you keeping tabs?" You joked, finishing off the tea and standing to take your cup to the sink. The kitchen door clattered open, James stamping his feet on the door mat before stepping over the threshold. They're behind him, Sirius, stepping into the small kitchen and closing the door behind him. In the three seconds it took him to realize that you were there by the sink, Lily had looked over at you with the sort of apologetic look meant to infer that she had no idea he would be coming through the door at all, let alone while you were here. 

"Speak of the devil," you joked, breaking the seconds of awkward silence and the four of you attempted to make out what protocol you were all meant to follow. "Sirius, Lily tells me you'll be walking me down the aisle."

"Sounds like a dream come true," he teased, recovering only a moment after you and flashing you the sort of smile that had made you weak in the knees everyday from 1st to 7th year. 

"Don't get any ideas, Petunia doesn't want to come to the wedding," you replied. 

"Sounds like you're saving me a very uncomfortable afternoon then."

"Did you both want to stay for dinner? I was just going to gather some veg for a salad and I've got some chicken and pasta to make," Lily offered, looking between the two of you. She'd stood up too and was holding her tea cup and saucer in a death grip. Her voice, on the other hand, remained calm, like nothing at all was bothering her. 

"Of course," you agreed, if only to prove that there really was nothing at all wrong and you didn't mind being around Sirius at all. In fact, you wanted to tell her, you hardly thought of him at all. There wasn't any space to tell her that though, and neither of you would have actually believed it at all. "I can grab the veg for you."

"Perfect," Lily nodded. 

The basket she used to collect vegetables and fruit from the garden sat atop the fridge and you grabbed it down, having to go up on your tiptoes to reach. From the corner of your eye, Sirius made a move toward you, as if to help, but then clearly thought better of it, shuffling away from the door instead and letting you manage the task yourself. 

At least the task of taking the basket out into the garden. It took only three short minutes for Sirius to slip out the kitchen door, closing it quietly behind him and walking to the row of raised beds where Lily had been growing lettuces and spinach. You were tearing arugula and placing it in a pile in the corner of the basket when he found you, standing on the other side of the bed to leave space between the two of you. 

"They're all loved up in there," he mentioned, looking back over his shoulder for a moment before he looked back to you, "what've you said to Lily?"

"What've you said to James?" You asked, not looking up as you moved onto some butter lettuce. 

"Nothing, he's talking about the wedding being a good time for...you know, for us seeing each other again." Sirius almost laughed when he said it, "figured you hadn't mentioned to Lily that we've been seeing each other."

"I just figured it'd be easier that way...in case we aren't when the wedding comes around." You pointed out. 

Sirius pouted at you, lower lip jutting out. What Lily knew was true, you and Sirius had broken up (not for the first time) and you weren't really seeing anyone. Not because you were hiding out or anything so petty, just because you were busy and, times being what they were, you didn't have time to sit around with your friends and eat ice cream and complain. Or whatever it was that Lily had told you would be cathartic. The part of it that she didn't know, that you hadn't told her when you'd mentioned seeing Remus the week prior, was that you'd seen Sirius too. They shared the flat in London after all and it was impossible to avoid seeing Sirius when you saw Remus. Your ex had been there and everything had been fine and then Remus had gone to work (probably knowing exactly what would come of him going to work and leaving the two of you alone) and you were suddenly no longer broken up. 

"Don't be such a cynic, it's not becoming," Sirius teased, grinning when you smiled despite yourself. 

"Your hair is getting long," you commented, changing the subject abruptly. 

"My hair is always long." 

"Longer than usual," you replied, reaching out to play with the end of a strand of wavy black hair. Sirius smile softened and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment before he opened them again, watching you pull your hand away and stand up. "Practically on your shoulders."

"You're very concerned about the length of my hair suddenly?" He asked.

"I was thinking about it this morning when we were brushing our teeth but my mouth was full of toothpaste so I couldn't say, and then you went to see James and so I've just thought it again when I looked at you. That your hair is getting long." You explained. 

"I appreciate the mention, thank you."

You shook your head at him and went back to choosing vegetables for the salad, moving to another raised bed. Tomatoes this time, you noted. You went for the smallest of them, cherry sized and yellow in color. Sirius followed after you, taking a few off a vine to eat for himself. 

"We should get a nice little place like this," he mentioned, looking around the garden. He wasn't sure he could picture the two of you in a garden together but something like it might be nice. Sirius wasn't really a cottage type, not like James and Lily, setting up a cozy little corner of the world where they dreamed of raising a family and cultivating a garden and having neighbors. He wasn't sure he wanted all those things, he felt he was supposed to want them, to dream of waking up on Christmas and coming down to a tree all decorated and lots of little versions of the two of you running about. 

"You wouldn't want that," you said, as matter of fact as he knew it to be true. "You would feel too suffocated somewhere like this, who wants to spend forever feeling like they're losing themselves."

"Is that how you thought you would feel?" Sirius asked, reaching for the basket and laying his hand over yours when you gripped the handle. 

"No," you smiled at him, lifting the gravity of his words, "it's how I knew you might feel...especially if you were hellbent on convincing yourself that this was what you wanted. Sirius Black tending a garden and going to markets on Sundays? I've known you too long, my love, you can't fool me quite as well as you fool yourself."

Sirius grinned, giving little away as to whether he was bothered by your words or not. He had grown up with you though, been friends long before you were lovers, and he knew that you could be blunt with your words. "Well, we wouldn't have to have this place," Sirius finally said, "we could have a nice little flat in London."

"I do have a nice little flat in London and you stay over quite a lot," you reasoned. You were tempted to add that enough of his belongings had made their way into your little flat that there was no way to ever truly expel him from your life. You hadn't even tried the last time, just left everything where it was like a relic of a passed life. 

"True," he agreed, going back to picking vegetables. 

"Do you want to tell James and Lily that we're seeing each other again?" You asked, taking up the basket as he tossed a couple cucumbers in. 

"Do you want to be seeing each other?" He replied. It was a foolish insecurity to have, especially for someone who had never experienced much insecurity in previous relationships (though he didn't really have many substantial relationships he could recall off the top of his head), but sometimes he thought that perhaps you were just bidding your time with him. 

You looked almost confused, eyebrows furrowing as you looked at him, "course. I'd see you all the time if I could." 

"Well," Sirius grinned, almost visibly inflating at your words, "who can blame you for that?"

"Alright, let's get inside before your head gets too big to fit through the kitchen door," you teased, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt and tugging gently so that he would follow you. 

Walking back into the kitchen was like breaking a spell, James was taking the basket from your hands and asking if the two of you wanted some wine from a bottle that "a neighbor gave us last week, not sure exactly where they got it, or if they made it themselves, Lily was convinced that they poisoned it but I said that was silly,". 

"Poisoned?" Sirius asked, taking the green glass bottle and uncorking it. He leaned over the bottle and sniffed as if he'd detect whether it was foul or not. "Doesn't smell poisoned."

"Oh can you smell the poison?" You laughed, grabbing a knife from the block on the counter and laying out the vegetables. 

"I have an excellent sniffer, I'll have you know," he argued, "though I will say it's a bit easier to sus out a poison in my furrier form."

"Do not transform yourself into a dog in my kitchen Sirius," Lily snapped, "you never want to put your clothes back on."

"That's got nothing to do with the dog," you commented and James laughed. 

"Didn't realize I'd been invited to dinner just to endure all this abuse." Sirius grumbled though there was a smile threatening to break across his face, letting you know that he wasn't nearly as upset as he was playing at. 

     You sat beside Sirius for dinner, Lily sending you suggestive looks whenever she thought he was too engrossed in conversation with James to notice (though you knew Sirius better than most and were sure that he had most definitely noticed). Dinner at Lily and James' was like always, fun and lighthearted, conversation steering away from anything too troubling (no talk of the coming darkness) until you were all a little more than tipsy and you'd taken to openly leaning against Sirius when the party moved to the living room. 

He was first to take his leave, though he announced that you were going with him, "think we'd best get home, this one's got work in the morning," were his exact words and the way he said 'home' as if it belonged to both of you made your wine drunk heart skip a beat. You were warm from the alcohol and the fire and hugs goodbye but you still managed to wrap yourself in Sirius' arms as you walked down the sidewalk in Godric's. 

"You know, I think it would be quite nice to have a little flat somewhere, we could decorate it together and have all our friends round for dinner parties and we could go all over the world on holidays." You suggested, the grey of his eyes especially haunting as he measured your words. 

"Sounds lovely," he agreed, though whether that was because it did sound lovely or because he was placating you, even he wasn't positive. 

You both went home and the spell of Godric's Hollow was lifted and when the envelope arrived by owl a week later, Sirius was gone again. Back to his shared flat with Remus and you were back to pretending all the pieces of him that he'd left behind didn't hurt. Remus had assured you, when you'd blubbered rather unattractively over the phone with him two days after things turned sour, that it was just the way things worked between the two of you ("eventually one of you, or both of you, god willing, will mature enough to commit to the relationship you both so desperately crave"). The advice was not what you wanted to hear, to no one's surprise, and you resigned yourself instead to the knowledge that you would not have to see Sirius until the wedding, or rehearsal dinner or whatever Lily had planned. You could stay in the flat in Cambridge that was once again, only yours, and Sirius could go about his own life doing whatever it was that he did when you were taking time away from each other. 

By your own determination and Lily's unwavering devotion to you as a friend, there were no run-ins until the rehearsal dinner, which Sirius was late to. He arrived looking somewhat frazzled, on a flying motorcycle of all things, and apologizing profusely to Lily and James for his tardiness. You were standing with Remus, who'd been tasked with walking beside you until Sirius arrived, watching him greet the jovial couple.

"My mum told me that if I would only stop fooling around with Sirius I might find some nice bloke and settle down," you whispered to Remus when he nudged you gently with his elbow. 

"That sounds very uncharacteristic for you," he replied, "do you plan on taking her advice?"

"Unfortunately, for myself and for her, I really don't," you finally tore your gaze away from your sometimes companion (just as he looked your way) to meet Remus' amused gaze, "I always think I will but then he shows up somewhere and I know I won't." 

"Remus, I see you've taken your rightful place as best man," Sirius teased, wedging himself into the nonexistent space between the two of you. If it wasn't so obvious that you and Remus harbored no feelings for each other, someone might have supposed that Sirius was jealous of his friend receiving your attention. 

"I already told James I didn't want it when he asked me first," Remus joked, moving over a step to accommodate his friend. 

"Did you really?" Sirius called, looking around the small crowd for James and then settling on him, "you asked Remus first?"

"Second best again Padfoot," you teased. 

He looked at you with mild surprise before gasping dramatically and clutching at his chest, "my best friends...all this time and it seems all of my best friends prefer Remus over me?"

"Sorry mate," Remus laughed, clapping a hand on Sirius shoulder. 

He waved him away, "it's alright there Moony, I would probably choose you too."

"I was only teasing anyway Sirius," he promised. 

Lily managed to reign the boys in again, one more walk down the aisle with the correct partners, as she so explained, already walking to her place at the end of the pews. She had on a short white dress with a lace overlay that made her look like something out of a magazine. The absolute picture of beauty with her long ginger hair and bright green eyes. You were almost envious as you watched the way James watched his soon to be bride smiling at him from the other side of the small church. But then you moved your gaze down the row of gathered groomsmen, not having to go very far to find Sirius stood beside James, watching you the same way his best friend watched Lily. 

You held his gaze the whole way down the aisle and you thought that your resolution not to let him back into your life would be all for naught. You'd be surprised if he didn't come home with you tonight. 

"I heard he's been out recently," Dorcas whispered, disrupting your dreamlike fantasy and you turned your head, drowning out Lily and James rehearsal vows so that you could hear your friend's gossip better. 

"Who with?"

"I didn't get specifics, Marlene knows though. She's the one that told me." She replied.

"Yeah well, she's the one he was out with last time." You replied. 

"You act like it doesn't bother you." 

You shrugged at the suggestion, "I've been out to."

When you turned back, in time to follow the fake married couple down the aisle, Sirius was extending his arm and staring at you with mild interest. The sort that said he wanted to know what it was you were talking about because of course he had noticed you talking to Dorcas. You only offered a smile though, letting him lead the both of you down to the back of the church where Lily was slipping her feet out of her heels. 

"These blasted shoes, I tried to charm them to be comfortable and it's just been rubbish." She complained, bending to pick them up.

"Ask Mary, she's good at all those nonsensical charms," you offered, ignoring the look Sirius was still giving you. He was standing so close he was hovering and when you continued to ignore him in favor of saying goodbye to Peter and Dorcas, he pinched at your sides. "Would you stop it?"

"Would you pay attention to me?" 

"I pay plenty of attention to you, if I paid you anymore I would go broke," you huffed, turning to look at him. The pinching stopped and he placed his hands on your waist instead, keeping you close enough that he could whisper and no one would overhear the conversation. 

"What did Dorcas say?"

"About what?"

"About...you know what." He replied.

"Ah," you smiled, "about you sleeping around?"

"I'm not sleeping around! Is that what she said? A date or two but not sleeping around, god." He huffed, seeming personally offended by Dorcas' comment.

"Oh stop, I told her it wasn't a bother to me." You replied, "besides, I imagine I know where you'll be sleeping tonight." 

Sirius grinned, "is that an invitation?" 

You nodded, looking over his shoulder to the front of the church, already decorated for the wedding tomorrow morning. "Maybe we should get married?"

"Would you like that?" He asked, pinching at your side once more.

"Stop it!" You laughed and swatted away his hands, "and to answer your question, I wouldn't mind it one bit. Though I'm opposed to taking your last name only, perhaps a hyphen?" 

"Oh god, how about I take yours instead?" He suggested, "forget Black altogether."

You nodded, "we could have our own little flat?"

"Go on lots of holidays." He replied. 

"Oh but I'd feel awful leaving Remus alone in your old place," you pointed out, envisioning a very sad Remus home alone. 

"I really wouldn't mind," the actual one cut in, having overheard his name in the conversation. 

"Nonsense Moony, they could move into ours."

"I don't actually like your flat though Sirius," you replied.

"How could you not like it?"

"Are you three coming?" James called, looking over at your small party. "We're heading out for drinks."

Sirius took your hand, "we shall discuss the logistics later," he promised, pulling you toward the exit of the church where Remus had already joined James and Lily. 

"I look forward to it."

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WHY EVERYONE IN THE TWST FANDOM IS A PUSSY AND DOESN'T WRITE ABOUT ORTHO:

First of all, sorry if there are any errors, english is not my first language and I'm still learning it.

Seeing how people reacted to this post I'll add some things first, to at least not be called a pedo:

I'm literally a minor, so please don't call me a pedo because that's not really possible I think

If you were to actually read the post, not because you agree but because you want to complain then you have two options, to not read it at all or to consider the first point and the fact that I too would prefer the people writing about him to imagine a older looking version.

As stated before, if you want to complain pls don't interact

So I suppose that everyone who plays twisted wonderland knows who Ortho is, but in case someone doesn't, here's a little description:

He was and still is Idia Shroud's little brother, he died when he was a child and his body was remade by his brother to somehow "keep him alive".

I know that reading this gives the idea of him still being a child and that, if he was one, writing fanfictions about him would be wrong, so this is why I'll try to explain why having this idea while knowing the full story is kinda stupid.

1: HIS AGE

After saying that he died as a child and was made anew it gives the idea that he's still a child, but he technically isn't.

In the birthday card form the first year of the game, which is almost three years ago at this point, Yuu asks him in the interview what was his best memory from a past birthday party. To this Ortho answers the party that was held when he was five, which was eleven years ago. If you know basic math you should understand that 5+11=16, which makes him as old as the first years. Ok I know, some of you don't understand that being sixteen isn't the same as being five years old but for the sake of this post we'll say that, yes he's still a minor and we shouldn't write romantic stuff about him because bla bla bla (Also I'd like to point out that I'm not talking about writing nsfw stuff about him, just relationship scenarios instead of only platonic ones) but if you consider the year in which the card was released then it means that this August he'll be eighteen, so yeah legal age for stuff.

In case you want to argue about what he says in the story I'll leave the screens of the translation:

2: HIS MENTAL AGE

Writing this might seem stupid but some of you don't understand it so I'll do it anyway. We said that his body is new, and this applies for his mind too, well kind of. Some of his memories as Ortho Shroud, the one who actually lived, are still inside his head, we know that because Idia somehow put some of them back inside of him to "preserve his little brother". With this said we are left with:

50% old memories

50% all that's known to mankind

We know that in his head he can search everything, you can clearly see that during history lessons and in some of his cards (if I'm not wrong it was a birthday one but I'm not sure which of the two). He talks about how much he likes playing games with other students and that since he can predict everything they'll do they decided to create a handwritten list of moves to use against him. From this we get:

He can know everything from the entire internet, from every site and from every data storage around the world

Can without much trouble go against entire groups of people at once and still win, something that I don't think someone with the mind of a kid can do

To conclude this first part about his head I'll just say that you can't have the mindset of a child if you know everything, and this applies to him too. 3: HIS PERCEPTION OF HIMSELF

This is still about his mind but with a different point of view. When we finish the sixth chapter of the story Ortho gains a real heart, a real himself we can say. He's finally free from his brother's restrains and he starts to become a real person. The school realizes this too and accepts him as a student, starting from the first year. This might seem obvious but we know that two years before, when him and Idia arrived at the school, he wasn't perceived as a person, he was just a tool, another piece of metal and cables that his brother bought with him. Now having a heart and a mind of his own he still has the knowledge he had before but he can also appreciate things from another prospective, one only a real living being can have. I feel like saying this might not mean much but to put it simply: he arrives at the school and is fourteen, he stays a total robot for another year and then we meet him when he's sixteen. After another year he gains a heart and he's almost an adult and now, one year after he's become a person, he's to become eighteen. He's almost a literal adult, this is what I wanted to say. Another thing that I'd like to point out is the fact that during chapter six he acts a different way when with or without his brother. The "childish" version of him is only visible when he's talking to Idia and that single time that he slips in an annoyed expression, one his brother has probably never seen, he gets asked if there is need for maintenance. His real self is later introduced, he's way more similar to his brother if not worse at some points. Various times he expresses amusement in seeing someone struggle, something that even Idia had never done. We can clearly see that the version of Ortho that we've always seen wasn't the real one but something that his brother remembered about him from their childhood and that he had to take as his only option regarding personality. His real personality is yes, friendly, but not childish in the slightest. The most childish character in the game is probably Kalim lol. Btw these are some screens from one of the cards where be talks about himself and stuff, even before becoming a real person:

4: HIS BODY

We know he's short, he's 148 cm. Oh wait you want to say that his face almost looks... like the one of a young looking person? Please don't. Seriously, this might mean something if he was the only character in the game with a young looking face but he isn't, we literally got Epel and Riddle a similar design. And oh look, people write about them, even nsfw stuff, but no one complains for some reason. Epel is sixteen, a minor, but no one says anything if someone decides to simply add the "every character here is aged up so everything's fine" thing. Riddle is seventeen, oh look, another minor people don't have a problem writing about. You can clearly see how stupid this is, he's the same age as them, has the same type of design as them but for some reason is treated different from the fandom. Also, to add things to this mix of reasons, his body isn't even human, he's a literal thing made of metal, wires, fans and a heart. Idia could customize him any moment, and maybe in the future he will who knows, but for now this is what we got.

There's also a "problem" with his voice if we want to call it that. Yes, in this case I'll say that he sounds like a kid, but there's a reason. When Idia created him the only voice he has ever heard his little brother speak with was the one of a five years old, we can clearly hear the similarities between Ortho's real voice when he was a kid in chapter six and the one that AI Ortho has. But during chapter six we also hear the voice that he's supposed to have now, and it's not a childlike one, he really sounds like a teenager.

5: THE FINAL (not the dir en grey song) PART

After all these paragraphs I sincerely hope that at least some of you understand how all this doesn't make sense. I know I'm not the only one who thinks this, I know other people with this same idea but at this point no one can really write anything without being called slurs or assuming random things about them. This post was just a simple explanation of how I see this "issue", if we want to call it that.

Also as stated at the start of the post I too would really prefer an older looking version of him, one with the voice we hear in chapter six from his real and current self and not the one that resembles his old one. This said I understand why some of you want to complain about me wanting fantictions about him and this is why I say that if there will ever be some I will only be imagining the "older" version and not the one that we have now in the game.

Thanks for everyone who read till this point and have a good day :)

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telltale heart — matty healy. part 2

´part 1´

summary: you and matty have a pending meeting at some awards where you promised to go as a couple. but something goes wrong.

wc: 2,5k

a/n: hey! i'm so sorry for the lateness. a lot has just happened these days but here is the second part. thanks for the love, x.

The weeks between the awards and the proposal to take Matty as your date have been from the moment he left the studio, the only thing you've ever seen going on in your mind.

You haven't been able to sit down and compose peacefully, or be able to just have a conversation without mentioning him without you slipping through your cheeks. Or that he appears in stains on your writing, the references may be exhaustive at some point, but your brain is about to explode just to think that he'll be there for you, and just for you. You wish his hand would occasionally slip into the waist of the dress you will wear and you would use that touch to keep it forever in your memory.

Even in your best dreams you wouldn't have had the courage to ask him to accompany you to prizes like your date, you can actually stand near him without trembling about it by mere chance.

Two weeks before, you go back to the conversation that tortured you several days ago with your team.

"Matty Healy, are you really sure?" Your manager inquires again, you cross your legs again. It's a sequence you've been living since Friday. "It dissolves your image too much in front of his. I don't know if it fits."

"Really, I don't care." You shrug your shoulders with heaviness. Your image is ruined anyway, but you're not going to let them take this off your hands. "Whether i go with someone or not, there is a stir. I was cheated, remember." You point again and you look at your fingernails, you need to finish defining everything now. "I don't care if it ruins my reputation. Matty is my friend, end of discussion, Helen."

Maybe it's the tone of voice or maybe you've just fed everyone up with it but Helen, your manager for years, sighs and nods with discontent. A winning smile sits on your face. You understand the worry in that office really, but you have one more card to play. You don't really care what his image is from doors to the outside because with everyone around him he's never been more than a gentleman and that's the only thing you really stick with when you have to talk about him.

"Plus, we give the media what they want. The antithesis of Sam." Helen decides it's time to let the argument go and even though her face is a weak grin they decide to move on to the other agenda items.

"Have you decided the dress, at least?" Your innocent smile betrays you and you're nowhere near getting a blow to your head.

You run into a bubble of teenage foolishness, she should understand that. But you won't discuss that either because deep down you've let him look distracted.

"I'll see the dress later, I'll let you know which one I choose." You inform her at the end by taking a sip in the cup of coffee. Helen doesn't make any sound anymore, and you know you've officially won.

--

Stylists really only want to kill you now or throw some fabric over your head. But they are right in their anger, you shouldn't have waited until the last week to choose the dress or gather too many designers in one place without having a very clear idea of fabrics, cuts and necklines. All you know is it has to be red, it can't be any other color under any forecast.

But it's not that you didn't want to choose it, you just couldn't find the right one. Which is kind of a lie.

No one can deny that there is an attraction in you posturally just by seeing you from afar, there is some light in you that stands out without you trying. You know that you're actually beautiful and that you're lucky enough to fit in dresses and that anything would be fine to show off on you. Your face has small freckles and you have good proportions between your nose, your eyes moderately green and almond, and your round lips. Your hips and abdomen are fine although you've never paid too much attention to them, or at least lately. But you know that your figure is imposing and immutable when the line is drawn between your low back and your high back and everything stands out there.

But this is different, it's a dress for and by Matty. It has to be perfect, not close to it. It may be one of the few opportunities you have in your life to receive his look on your body and make you tremble even just by looking at your cheeks. And that's also why the red dress has to be camouflaged on your cheeks.

In the end you find it and you couldn't be happier with the result. Red satin, straps around the back and neckline. When you test it automatically your body functions like a teenager and you start spinning around it without even finishing tying your high heels properly. But as you see yourself spinning in the mirror a smile sits on your face from ear to ear.

"It honestly feels like it was designed for you." After everyone in the room approves it by nodding as they take the measurements for the final adjustments, your image advisor shows up at the door and his confirmation lets you see that you're going to be relevant at the awards and with several glances on it overshadowing several more artists. "You look like the fucking winner."

And that confirms that you've finally found it. And it's perfect.

---

"Hey." Matty's face appears on your computer screen when he calls you on FaceTime. They haven't seen each other in person since the night at the studio, but their contact has been maintained anyway. "How do you feel about the awards?"

"Why the question?" You better place the device on the table and rest the guitar on your legs. You take the opportunity to spend some time watching how the hair on his front move each time he accommodates the camera.

"I wanted to make sure you remembered that we will be the best couple at the awards." Your heart stops for a second. "Believe me when I tell you that Sam is going to vomit with resentment when he sees us." The archness in his voice, the change of tone, the punctuation of the latter. The silly smile and the wink he makes. Too much for three o'clock in the afternoon.

That's when you realize something else. Ever since Matty became your supposed date, you haven't spent a second thinking about your breakup or your ex or who she's going to take. Just now you're rethinking it.

"You still there?" Matty claps his palms and looks at you from the screen with a frown. He doesn't mean it in a blunt way, but he knows how your brain works and he knows you've frozen to yourself.

"Yes, I don't know, I had forgotten he was going to be there." In fact it's a confession would be because it's realistic. You've been in your pink bubble about Matty that you forgot your ex would be there. "I don't wanna see him. I would like he stop exists sometimes." You laugh silly and he gives it back to you with a supportive look.

"It won't bother you, darling. I'll protect you." You feel like you're gonna throw up rainbows for the next five minutes and you don't know exactly what the trigger is. But luckily you can hear George's voice in the background and you know Matty's going to say goodbye. "See you on Friday. I'll get a red bow for the suit."

"That would be fantastic." You wink at him revealing the color of your dress and he smiles waving his hand around the camera as if he were a small child. "Bye bye, Matty."

When you cut off the call you have your head burning up from the amount of information you're processing right now, and then you go back to the first point you noticed today, the initial cause you owe to being able to go with Matty to the awards has stopped crossing your mind the moment this whole plan happened. It's also when you realize how self-destructive it is to have portal notifications on your computer just to keep abreast of public opinion about you.

You shouldn't let it get to you so much, but it actually does. Sam and her, the girl the rumors of your infidelity fed on and then confirmed, holding hands in front of the last bar you and he went to as a couple, two days before the breakup. His hands on his waist, he looks happier than he ever was with you. Smile more, he has a genuine expression in it. She's cute and it hurts you because you thought you were her ideal type and she, ironically, is completely different from you.

Your breath is cut short and you force yourself not to blink so fast and control the splash in your eyes. Yeah, maybe it's been a few months, but you're back in front of that studio and you're back in front of the words that stuck like a dagger in you when he said he didn't really love you and you just bored him. That feeling makes you get carried away and after weeks of holding back you get carried away and you just cry liberating yourself. At some point you let go of a drowned cry when you think about how you imagined a life full of it or at least imagined it would last more than a few months.

In the epitome of your catharsis you stretch between the guitar and the notebook and reveal that not letting yourself feel in its totality is what has not allowed you to put words in a line. And that is now broken from the moment your fingers prick the guitar in a melancholy and sad way, your thoughts fly and stay on the page when you denote the betrayal in your story, the lie and the reality of the facts. As your facet of strength and pretending smile and well-being collapse and leave you reduced to your tear-filled role, your knees on your head and the floor next to the gray armchair.

Maybe one of the best songs of your career. How you died waiting for a sign that never came even if they had sworn you everlasting love. Like you would actually have given up everything to keep it.

Suddenly you calm down just as quickly as you have acquired the previous state, when you manage to breathe properly thinking that Matty said he would be there and accompany you in front of Sam. That he has used the word protect gushes warmth within you, and you know that you can rejoice in the feeling of affection that he inevitably gives you. Therein lies the essence and effect Matty has on you and how important his friendship is to every aspect of your life. He's been there in every stage of your life and he's never stopped accompanying you even when he wasn't at his best.

Then you relax thinking about how lucky you are to be able to take him to those awards regardless of the terms agreed between the two and what the media put on. At the end of the day you'll be going to the awards that you and him have been talked about for thousands of nights being the best choice of both because understanding was never faked and that chemistry is always instantaneous.

When you realize you're tapping the guitar without a predetermined note, it's glimpsed between scratches of melancholy and a pink bubble. But now you're back to your usual thoughts and now you can't stop thinking about Matty dressed in a suit (and looking awesome, by the way) with him basically matching you in his tie.

--

Since you open your eyes on Friday, the day becomes chaos. Dress test, hair test and make-up test. The walk in heels, the review of the speech. Thinking about what to say about the breakup, that your figure remains dazzling no matter if the person able to disarm you is the one standing next to you. Both for your ex-partner and your date. Then they'll come and tell you about your nomination and how some song will be better than yours. The vicious circle of being an artist.

You wish it was a quick day, but it becomes extremely heavy. You hardly have time to stop for a drink of water and when you realize you are already changed for the event.

You look in the mirror with your stylist and then he starts to take shots while he changes between different angles to have the best pictures. Your hair is semi collected in a braid from behind and only a few waves break off on the wind but it gives the feeling that you have a princess collection and is not in danger of collapse.

Your dress gets all the attention, you look taken off the cover of a magazine. The red satin falls on you adjusting your curves and marking your figure in a rather attractive way to see, the cut on the leg does not take out the dainty of the dress. Your neckline falls on a beak held by a very thin thick straps that connect the dress with the neckline at the back, leaving your back open only with a few straps crossing to your low back.

You're perfect but you can't help but want to bite your nails because you feel there's something still missing even though you're being manic checking your makeup all the time. And if it wasn't because you don't have a second for your stylist to talk to you about important things, you'd have tried to touch up your makeup many more times.

When you get in the limo, you breathe until you calm down, and then you have a millisecond to talk to Matty.

see you, x

hey

we're coming for you soon

You turn off the phone and leave it on the seat when you feel your manager's gaze pointing at you.

"Where's Matty?" You ask after a while starting to listen to your senses that tells you something is wrong. They should have passed Matty's house a few miles ago, and your heart speeds up when you know you are entering the freeway.

Your phone vibrates and lets you see the Brit's messages making you form a thick grimace between your lips. Your brow automatically frowns and you feel your makeup heavy as you read each word carefully and feel like someone is playing a heavy joke on you.

only a thing

if you promise someone a date you have to keep it or at least warn that it's a fucking joke

Your vision becomes blurry for a few moments and you feel your world just stop in front of a polarized window and the body of the seat. You don't want to believe that what your head is thinking is actually what's going on, you can't just go overboard like that. The chances were very slim.

And then, come the words that confirm how you dug your own grave without it being your fault. You feel like someone's slapping you right where it hurts the most.

"Oh yes, about that. Matty isn't a good look for you, so we just got you someone else. You'll thank me later."

actually i think it sucks but will be rewarded in the next part? anyway let me know what you think <333

#matty healy #matty the 1975 #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #the 1975 fic #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #matty healy x oc #matty healy x reader #matty fic #matty healy blurb #telltale heart au

[iwonderwh0]

I accidentally wrote two more scenes, continuing the idea in this post (and associated reblogs) about Connor temporarily existing in Hank's devices (I don't reblog it this time, because I forgot to do that). One is below, and another one is not yet fully finished, so I'll probably post it later.

"Ah, fucking asshole!" Hank slammed the brakes.

"What happened?" Connor asked, his voice coming from a speaker.

"This prick just cut me off."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"No, you're not," Hank glanced at the dash camera he previously found in his garage – it still wasn't plugged in and he wasn't even sure if it had any memory card inside, but now he thought that it might be a good idea to turn it on, or to try, at least. He slowed down at the traffic light and as his car came to a complete stop searched for the hanging cable.

"I just remembered that I have a dash cam."

"Are you going to turn it on?"

Hank plugged in the cable and pressed the "on" button – small LED informed him that recording has started.

"Nah."

From a satisfied sound Hank concluded that android found his way to now fully working dash camera.

"Thank you."

For a couple of minutes they drove in silence, interrupted only by some occasional static from the speaker.

"See that woman in front of you?" Connor asked at some point.

"The one with red Honda? I don't see who's driving it, but yeah, whatever. What about her?"

"She's an attorney. She has two kids and she recently filed a divorce, but her husband doesn't know it yet."

"And you're telling me this why exactly?"

"I don't know. I thought it was interesting, and I doubt you'll ever see her again – her vehicle is registered in a different state."

"You know, the way you can just do shit like that makes me...Shit, I don't even know. It's unnerving," Hank removed one of his hands from a steering wheel for a moment to gesture at the last sentence, even though he knew Connor wouldn't see it.

"I've only used publicly available information starting from her license plate number -- it is a part of the public record anyway -- and the rest of it wasn't too hard to find online, knowing her legal name."

"Not sure if it makes it better or worse."

"If it makes you feel better, there is not much I can find this way about you. Most of what I assume were your accounts are either deleted or haven't been updated in years. There are, however, other accounts that are referencing you, and some of them are quite active to this day."

"Even if I never posted anything at all, those jackals would do that for me," Hank shook his head, "Great. Not like I didn't know that already."

He tried to remember whatever it was Connor could even find on his abandoned profile. He barely used it in recent years and only kept it for the sake of getting reminded about upcoming birthdays, even though he didn't really care much about any of them. Still, it felt useful enough.

"And who the fuck is even referencing me?" He asked after a pause.

"It's not something recent, if that's what you're asking. Most of it is dated at least three years back."

"I'm asking names."

"Just your colleagues, mostly, and-"

"My ex wife?"

"Yes."

Hank thought about the last time he saw her. It was the day of Cole's funeral. He avoided looking in her direction during the whole ceremony, cautious not to make any eye-contact. He wasn't there for her, and neither was she. They didn't talk this day.

"Sometimes I wonder how she's doing..," Hank said, without actually meaning to. Over the past three days, it had started to happen to him more and more often - thinking something and blurting it out loud the same moment without a second thought. Not all of it was something he actually wanted to share or hear a response to, but at the same time there was some comfort in knowing that someone would listen, no matter what he had to say. He wondered if Connor was secretly getting tired of him, but at the same time, it didn't seem like he was, as whenever Hank remained quiet for longer than a couple of minutes, the android would say something himself and encouraged Hank to respond, say something. Anything, even if it's just a humming sound, acknowledging his presence.

Connor's voice brought Hank back from his thoughts.

"Do you want me to-"

"-No! Not like this. I just-," he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, thinking "I don't know, I don't want to know too much. Just wondering if..," he sighed, "Shit. Forget it, okay?"

For a while it was quiet, and Hank already decided that it was over when android spoke again.

"She's fine. It seems like she's in a relationships, but not engaged. No kids, two dogs."

"So she moved on, huh...Good to know."

"You're welcome."

"I didn't ask you to do that, by the way."

"Not directly, but I'm good at reading between the lines."

"Only when you don't need to."

"Hank?"

Hank hummed in response, turning on the signal lights to make a turn.

"Do you..."

For the second time of the day Hank hit the brakes when another vehicle abruptly squeezed into the tiny gap in front of him, coming dangerously close to hitting both his car and the one next in line.

"Shit, did you see that? Fucker needs his license recalled."

"I didn't catch it. I can only process a frame every three seconds or so."

"Wait, you serious? So all this time you've been watching a slideshow, not even a laggy video?"

"Basically. I can't process visual data at the same speed I can process audio, as it leaves me almost no space to process anything else, making it quite useless. I do, however, appreciate seeing something, even if it's just static images every couple of seconds."

Hearing it was...upsetting. More so than Hank expected, although he wasn't sure why. He abruptly thought if maybe his phone is too old and it was the time for an update anyway, but then remembered that Connor was saying something just before he got distracted.

"What were you saying before?"

"Oh.. I think you should turn here and go around, there's a huge traffic jam ahead."

"Really?" Hank frowned and glanced at his GPS unit. It usually warned him about things like traffic jams, but it seemed usual, no warnings of any kind. Hank thought about it for a moment, then turned to drive around anyway. Maybe Connor was right. Maybe he was lying. Hank didn't feel like questioning him this time. Maybe he will do that later, "Thanks."

For a few seconds there was some static coming from a speaker. It got louder for a few seconds, then became slightly softer, and after another second it disappeared completely.

#dbh #dbh connor #dbh hank #Fic ideas that I'll never write #<- I mean it doesn't really belong here anymore as I'm kinda writing it but I'll still tag it to keep it together #+ I don't believe it'll be formed into an actual fic so it kinda counts anyway #dbh fanfiction #pocket ghost

[a-hazbin-reader]

Hey, I can see you're busy, but I know you like to see our OCs and I finally have two of them finished, at least their profiles. I don't have any sketches of the sort yet. Anyway, I'll send them seperately bc, as I said before, they are pretty damn long and I was not sure in the slightest what to cut out. I had a lot of revamping to do since I started these years ago and now that season 1 is out and done, changes needed to be made XD. Anyway, here's the first one and I'll send the second one shortly. Changes may be made in the future, but this is in fact the bare bones of the character and I'm quite proud of it :D.

Name: Jeanette “Jean” Sawyer

Gender: Female Born in: 1956 Died in: 1973 (age 17)

Cause of Death: Suicide/Hypothermia Height: 5’2 (alive), 5’10 (current)

Appearance:  pale blue skin; black hair with white frosted tips on the end; eyes with icy blue sclera and a white iris; body type on the slender side, inverted triangle body type; forearms are larger than normal with white scars going down the length; often seen wearing warm clothes and arm warmers Species: Sinner Nickname/s: Jean, Jeannie, Shrimp, Kid, Kiddo, Shortstack, Toots Likes: cooking, skating, milkshakes with french fries, mini golf, listening to music, watching movies, carnivals, singing, dancing, trying new things, board games, cats, people watching, anything soft and warm, stargazing, camping Dislikes: the Vees (Vox and Valentino in particular), the cold, the dark, her arms, pineapples, most electronics, being the center of attention Sexuality: Lesbian Sins: Suicide Job: Hazbin Hotel Patron Background: It is difficult to get a grasp on what kind of person Jean is at first glance considering how much distance she puts between herself and others. In life and in death, stability was a luxury that Jean never truly had, making it difficult to open up to others, let alone fully trust another person. The only trustworthy constant in her life was her hardworking mother, whom she always looked to as a role model, confidant, and caretaker. 

Life was rather difficult, but both felt that having each other was all they needed. One day, Jean’s mother died, leaving her with nobody to care for her. For two years after, Jean was passed around in foster homes where she was beaten, scolded, and (the final nail in the coffin) had a foster parent attempt to sexually assault her. In a flash of panic, she killed her would-be rapist and she couldn’t help but fall into despair, deciding to take her own life after fleeing the current foster home in the middle of a blizzard. 

Upon entering hell, Jean was more confused and helpless than ever. Once her first extermination came around, her mother found her and brought her to safety where they would essentially live life from where they left off. Jean rarely went out on her own with the fear of the sinners often leaving her frightened for herself and her mother who often left to provide for them both. At a sudden point, her mother seemed to vanish for a few days before returning to her. Things seemed to change after that. It seemed her mother was bringing in more money than ever before, leaving them much better off; however, many things felt off as well. For one thing, her mother seemed to be more on edge. She also wouldn’t allow any electronics other than what she tinkered with and any time Jean ever went out, she never went alone. Then one day, her mother never came home and couldn’t be contacted. Concerned for her mother’s wellbeing, she searched for any leads and she found one in her work-related files:  a business card belonging to VoxTek. 

Upon entering Vee Tower to inquire about her mother’s whereabouts, she was swiftly intercepted by Vox himself. He told her she was indeed in the building devoting herself to a new project he put her on and offered her a tour as the daughter of one of his ‘top employees.’ She hesitantly accepted, wanting to heed the warning her mother gave of interacting with strangers yet drawn into the shiny new world she had just entered. Jean had never seen technology so advanced before and began to wonder why her mother never showed any of it if she indeed worked there. The answer became all too clear once two people inserted themselves into the situation:  her mother, who found out she was there and rushed to protect her, and Valentino, who spotted the young sinner with no master and was drawn in immediately.

One thing led to another and, upon Valentino harming Jean, her mother incapacitated both of the overlords in order for Jean to escape. Unfortunately, her mother was not so lucky.  For ten years going forward, Jean lived in hiding and fought to survive on the meager resources her mother stashed away and what little she could receive from her via care packages. Jean often read the hand-written notes her mother included with them in order to feel close considering the danger of meeting with each other in person. Even from a distance, her mother always relayed the same message, which was also the last words she ever heard from her mother:  ‘Keep your soul. Don’t trust these dealmakers.’ 

After some time, Jean accidentally trespassed onto the turf of a mysterious entity (at least as far as the other residents of Hell save for a few were concerned). She was quick to find out the entity’s true identity:  a powerful sinner named Sibelle, a girl around her age that perished centuries ago for witchcraft. She allowed Jean to stay in her territory and over time, the two grew extremely close even to the point of Sibelle wanting to make a deal. Jean was quick to try and decline until she heard the terms of the deal:  Sibelle was offering her soul and in exchange, Jean was free to summon her and use her power so long as it wasn’t for selfish reasons. In the former’s eyes, the latter would be able to call on her should she need help while she was outside the territory. As Sibelle would explain, her power is prone to force her into violent rampages and she had been in search of someone she had full trust in to form a soul contract with in order to keep her in control. After a while of asking, Jean had been worn down and accepted the deal. Not long after, Jean had decided to move on despite Sibelle’s protests and pleads to stay for her safety. However, she was sure that she couldn’t stay forever as she was now determined to find a way to free her mother from her contract with Vox.

One day, Jean encountered Charlie and Vaggie as they were recruiting patrons for the hotel. Charlie was more than eager to drag her along and talk Jean’s ear off about her idea and, with the short amount of time they had known each other, that she’s positive that she had an excellent chance at redemption. Mainly because of curiosity, hope and really having little else to do, Jean accepted and moved into the hotel to see she was one of two patrons. Once Alastor and his crew enter the picture, she does feel her walls coming down and finally confides in Angel Dust about her past, feeling he would understand considering their connection with Valentino. In Angel’s words, if Valentino ever found out she was there, it wouldn’t be from him.

Outside of redemption exercises, Jean can be seen throughout the hotel interaction with the other residents doing a number of things such as:  playing cards with Husk, babysitting Fat Nuggets, and being Alastor’s unwilling little helper. She would grow especially close with Angel Dust and Husk, growing to see them as an older brother and father figure respectively. Personality: As previously stated, Jean faces some serious trust issues due to lack of stability in her life and (the very obvious) trauma inflicted on her by those she was told she could trust. It would take a great deal of work and time to break her walls down, which is honestly what she is hoping to find (basically, too afraid to initiate steps to build trust and needs others to take the first step…s). She’s quiet, almost to the point she sneaks up on people and spooking them with no intention to do so. Many initially found it creepy save for Alastor, who found the startled reactions to be quite amusing. 

Despite this, the persona Jean puts on in front of others is one she copies from her mother:  a no-nonsense spitfire that refuses to submit to anyone. Of course, it is merely a front she copies as she’s seen her mother use in order to deal with the more threatening individuals. Dying at the age she did, Jean did find it easy to be rebellious though it clearly proved to be her downfall many times. Although her age makes her more prone to naivety and recklessness, it does allow Jean to remain open to new ideas (hence willing to try redemption) and not become set in her ways like a lot of adults tend to do with age. Unfortunately, this also means that Jean’s younger mind isn’t able to handle emotions and stress as well as an adult would, making her prone to emotional outbursts and meltdowns. 

Habits & Quirks: 

Jean wears arm warmers constantly even if she is wearing long sleeves

Is a quiet person to the point where she ends up sneaking up on people

Is always cold, most likely due to dying partially to hypothermia; strangely the intensity of how cold she feels depends on her mood

Has a terrible sense of direction. One of the very few reasons she owns a smartphone is for the GPS. It’s also why she studied astronomy when she was alive in order to read the stars for direction.

Trivia:

Jean has a baby face, making her look younger than she actually is. It’s especially amusing when Charlie practically exclaims “not in front of the baby!” or “she’s just a baby!”  while covering Jean’s eyes and/or ears. It can be quite embarrassing yet she can’t help but feel slightly flattered. But mostly frustrated and embarrassed.

Jean gives nicknames to all her friends and family, using them in her journal and as their contact name in her phone. She rarely addresses them with these names in real life, but likes to do so on occasion

Charlie:  Princess Bedhead 👑🥱

Vaggie:  The Warden ⚔️

Husk: ♣️King of Clubs♣️ (AKA ♥️Dad♥️)

Jean is seen to be very sentimental. Considering how little she had in life, it made sense to her to place value in the very few things she did possess. Her most prized possession is a photograph she managed to hold onto as she died of her and her mother at their local state fair. 

Since the confrontation with Vox, Jean had developed an aversion to most electronics, even the ones not developed by VoxTek. She still gets anxiety any time she has to pass by any screen.

STOP WHY CAN I PICTURE HER AND FAT NUGGETS CUDDLING I CAN'T-

#THE AMOUNT OF LOVE #AND THOUGHT YOU #PUT INTO HER #AMAZING #I'M JEALOUS #NEVER STOP

[cato616]

NEGOTIATING OVER US (part three)

roman roy x fem reader

note: im glad actually at least a few people saw the other posts i was honestly expecting none at all, so yey thanks <3

summary: you're expecting to go back to see roman today; are you hoping to experience something like yesterday with him? or are you planning to have a normal "negotiation" (since of course you know you don't want to seel) day. Keeps you excited

content: some spicy spice and well as always degrading treatment from roman

You're pretty anxious about today, cleaning over every single table of the café every ten minutes and at the same time, taking orders, you really make those tables shine by the way; you're waiting until Liza arrives so she can start her shift and you can be gone already. cleaning, coffee, cleaning, coffee, cleaning... LIZA! she finally arrived and you dropped the rag when you were about to clean the counter for the third time, you really had to put your mind on something else because this types of meetings makes you impatient.

"hey Liza!" you waive at her. "You seem really happy to see me" she said to you with somewhat of a worried face. "yeah! i gotta be somewhere and i wa-" "you want me to cover the next few hours" Liza interrupted you finishing your sentence. "yes! you can't say no, i am your boss tho" you laugh with her. "where are you going this time?" she asks in a friendly way. "just having a date with-" "oh!" Liza adds mid sentence seeming amused, you continue. "... with the roy family" you say. "oh..." Liza's face changed to disappointment. "yeah... they're still trying to make me sell" you said to her while you start to put your coat on; since Liza is one of the few people that knows about the history of the café, when you said that, she felt a little blue about it. "so, are you... going to sell?" She asks you pitifully. "I don't want to sell Liza... im just, meeting them anyway... roman always came here, i am now going over there" Liza nods with her head smiling at you and then waiving goodbye when you start leaving.

You start walking over your grand meeting with roman roy, and just by knowing that, it makes impatient all over again, you can't think about it until you get to arrive there, so you put your headphones on and start listening to music to escape your mind a little bit.

You're a block away from the building, and my my, it looks even bigger than last time, you start having a lot of vertigo by just looking at it.

Here we are now entering hell. "good morning hey, im here to see roman roy?..." you had to ask the receptionist since you couldn't go up in an elevator without authorization. "uh... yes, you may go" she kindly directs you to the security guards who would let you go in with their key cards; very intimidating men, feels like they destroy animal plushies just for fun. you walked really fast into the elevators, those big guys had some scary faces too, who hired them? never mind, that makes sense.

You're in the elevator, breathing, in and out. You can't help but to feel nervous about these places; these people makes you drop huge gouts of sweat over your forehead, and under your armpits, that's why you needed to relax first. 'ding.' You arrived at your floor, it's time to shine.

Right after you set a foot outside the elevator, you look up, and you see roman waiting for the same one. You stared into each other's eyes at first and even for a millisecond you felt you wanted to say something different by just looking at him, but you immediately great him like an every day person. "hey roman, good to see you" you unintentionally stretch your hand to him, he obviously doesn't copy you and do the same thing instead looks down at it as he feels grossed out by the gesture, and starts laughing, of course. "oh yeah yeah mrs. princess come on in to the castle" he stretched your hand in an ironic way while making a silly voice. "don't greet me like that, I'm not the fucking president of the united states." You two start walking to his office and well, you looked very solemn by his attitude, but deep inside you did felt a bit embarrassed, you never actually did that when he would stop by your shop the other times. "(you sigh) always so delighted to see you roman" you sarcastically tell him. He opens the door for you to go in. "yeah don't worry darling, i know that you hate me and blah blah blah". You sit down on those sofas he had in his office, and after he said that you zone out and start to reflect about it, i don't think I've actually ever hated him, i said the words but never felt it.

You zone back in when he suddenly sits on another seat in front of you, there's a bit of silence, there's words that are trying to come out of your mouth but you're worried how much it would change the atmosphere in the room. "i've... never actually hated you... by the way." Roman seems astounded by your comment, he has a slight smirk on his face. "oh wow, really? you're the first one then" he then suddenly starts to make deep eye contact with you; you're the type that can't stand eye contact for even a second, so your eyes start to wonder somewhere else to avoid him; oh shit no, not down there, look up! look up, the window, perfect, stay still. Of course roman noticed your anxious look around the place, and those accidental wonder eyes you gave him. "what? what you looking at? a plane?". You're now tired of his teasing at this time of the day, and get to the point.

"i only came back here to tell you once more that i won't ever sell my coffee shop" you told him very confident, you felt good about yourself after saying it; he smiles at you as if he believes that you don't know what you're saying. "what?" as you start to feel on edge by his silence and his smirking, that unfortunately makes the insecurity come back to your body, damn you, roman you bully. "maybe for now let's say you don't wanna sell, sure" he's making you feel confused and irritated with his stupid superior complex. "i am not going to sell roman" you said to him very serious this time. "I've told you about it already" you remind him about your story. "oh yeah boo-hoo sad backstory-" You struggle to feel confident at times, but you don't let people like that in your life, he really does feel like he's better the anyone else. "I'm leaving, hope you have a good day you little shit" you rapidly get up from your sit almost about to leave the room. "okay waitwaitwait stop". roman didn't even felt like getting up but he did like saying wait very fast. "i don't know why i stopped, but of course that you roman tend to be fucking selfish, egocentric, and a bitch, but who knows why, i forgot about that" you yelled.

Quietness fills up the room; your face is hulk red and his is blue; he looks down, defeated. "pff, wow, i thought you said you didn't hate me" You couldn't believe that he felt sad about it, however, you were deeply fighting your inner self, started to feel a little regretful. "oh so apparently you're the victim, nice one" you sarcastically put your thumbs up to him. You paused, he didn't say anything. You didnt want to at the moment, but deep down you wanted him to feel remorse; you felt like you should be civilized about it. "just try to say sorry perhaps and we can then, continue our day"

He starts to get up very slowly from his seat, his eyes gradually starts to direct themselves from the floor to then your eyes, he's now very delicately getting closer to you. Your face meets his face, you stayed very still, not a word coming through your mouth. His eyes slightly start to shift, left to right, like if he's trying to decipher what your eyes are telling him. then he quietly says, "i am, sorry... i didn't say, anything about our meeting, last night". You froze.

Although you were pretty aroused by that meeting yesterday and actually wanted to have something like that happen again, the adrenaline; you weren't very good at confronting it. So now you felt it became harder to breath, while your heart was beating faster. "You want me to say something about it?" He wanted you to respond as of course you were at the moment, unavailable, your mind is currently out of thoughts. "um.. a-about, what?" you continue to not admit the events. "I'm not stupid- you fucking want me, don't you?"

continue

#roman roy x reader #roman roy #roman roy x you #roman roy fic #succession #succession fic #fic writing #fem reader

[aloneinthehellfire]

Chapter 2: Pool Parties and Good Punches

Raining Hellfire Series | Season One

Word Count: 9,432 words (I'm sorry)

Warnings: Swearing, trauma flashbacks- abusive relationship, violence (a school fight), just reader and eddie being shy and awkward, peer pressure, knife (Barb cuts her hand open), mentions of blood, reader taking paracetamol. - let me know if there are more

[A/N: I rarely proof read my stuff so just let me know if I'm terrible at spelling. Hope this story isn't too hard to follow along with]

Pool Parties and Good Punches

This is all your fault, Y/n

You did this

You’re crazy

Your eyes fluttered open as the sound of your alarm woke you.

You lay there staring at the ceiling for a few minutes before shutting off the alarm and making your way out of bed. You were so used to those dreams now that it didn’t phase you as much as it used to. No point living in the past anymore. At least that one wasn’t as bad as the rest.

After cleaning up last night’s dishes, you packed your bag and made your way to next door; you had promised Nancy you’d have breakfast with her. She knew you didn’t have much food in the house anyway but she also wanted to make sure you weren’t mad at her for Steve’s intrusion. If anything, you were just mad at Steve. Man, did you hate Steve.

Mike opened the front door, smiling at you, and led you to the dining room before rushing to the kitchen. Karen had already made you a plate of waffles and you smiled graciously at her as you took your place next to Nancy.

“Y/n, how did you sleep?” Karen asked, handing Nancy her plate. Karen was more of a mother to you than your own and you felt so lucky.

“Okay.” You responded, passing the syrup around the table.

“You need to tell me about that boy today, I am dying to know.” Nancy whispered, waggling her eyebrows and making you chuckle.

“What boy?” Mike asked as he sat on the opposite side to you, his mouth already filled with waffle as he attempted to finish his breakfast quickly. Where did he need to be so early?

“Slow down, Mike. That’s disgusting.” Nancy noted at her brother shovelling food into his mouth, barely leaving time to chew. Their constant bickering was normal in this house. It made you miss your sister even more.

“You do a lot of studying last night?” Mike asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice. He knew. Of course he knew.

“Yeah, actually, I did.” Nancy replied, narrowing her eyes at him. You took a bite of your waffle, already amused at the conversation.

“What was your test on, again?” Mike leaned in, “Human anatomy?”

You choked on your food, quickly gulping down the water in front of you as Nancy kicks Mike’s chair.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Karen asked. Oh, if she only knew.

“Nothing.” The three of you chorused, finishing your food and leaving before anyone asked any more questions.

As you and Nancy left, you saw Mike head towards the Wheeler basement. Curiosity filled your mind but you decided to leave him be. It can’t be easy knowing that one of his best friends might never come back.

As you entered school grounds, Barb joined you both and you all walked side by side into the building. Nancy, being her usual self, was still freaking out about the chemistry test despite the fact that she gets straight A’s without even trying. You, on the other hand, don’t. But you do well for yourself, still getting an A in certain subjects, maybe a B in others. You were smart, but Nancy was smarter.

“When alpha particles go through gold foil, they become…?” Barb quizzed, waiting for either of us to answer.

“Unoccupied space.” You and Nancy both said, high-fiving eachother with a smirk. At least you learnt something last night.

Barb flips to the next card, leaning on your locker.

“A molecule then can…” Barb started before the cards were snatched out of her hands and into the palms of Steve Harrington. Could he not interrupt at least one study moment?

“Hey!” Nancy objected, attempting to grab them back. As she did, your eyeline caught two more people stood beside him; Tommy and Carol. Shit.

Tommy and Carol were currently Hawkins High’s ‘it’ couple. They have apparently been dating since the 7th grade and, according to Barb, have been doing the nasty since then. They were the actual worst, in your opinion. Even worse than Harrington. In fact, Steve had been a nice guy until he met those two. And those two really didn’t like you.

That became apparent when Carol gave her signature glare in your direction. You just stood next to Barb and attempted to disappear. You weren’t in the mood.

“I’m telling you, you know, you got this. Don’t worry.” Steve said, almost making you believe that he was a good boyfriend, “Now, on to more important matters.”

Yep, there it is.

“My dad has left town on a conference and my mom’s gone with him, ‘cause, you know, she doesn’t trust him.”

“Good call.” Tommy nodded, patting his back.

“So are you in?” Steve was staring at Nancy, trying to get her to come to yet another party that she hates.

“In for what?” Nancy was clearly oblivious and very confused.

“No parents? Big house?” Carol tuned in, clearly irritated at Nancy’s innocence.

“They want you to go to a party.” You told Nancy, swinging open your locker to grab your chemistry book. You knew you weren’t allowed to have it during a test but you could at least flip through on your way.

“Ding, ding, ding, ding!” Carol’s annoying voice spoke, mocking your remark.

You shot a hateful glare towards her and slammed your locker shut. If you stayed any longer, Carol’s ‘daddy’ would have to find a new plastic surgeon to fix her nose.

“I’ll see you in Chem.” You said, shoving your book in your bag; you had learnt from yesterday’s collision.

“Leaving so soon, Y/n?” Tommy asked, smirking at you. He and Carol have hated you since your first day here. Mostly because they’re assholes. Also because you made it very clear to them that you’d rather be stuck in a box with a honey badger than be friends with them.

“You should come to the party too. And Barb.” Carol chimed in, crossing her arms with a smirk on her face that you desperately wanted to slap.

“No thanks.” You mumbled, saying goodbye to Barb and walking away from the group.

As you walked further up the hallway, you saw Jonathan struggling with some posters, attempting to pin a poster to the board while balancing the rest in his arm. You immediately walked over and held the sheets of paper for him and he gave you a sad yet grateful look.

He pinned one onto the board and then you saw it.

‘HAVE YOU SEEN ME?’ the poster read, with a picture of Will smiling below it. Your heart ached.

"Does the cheif have any leads?" You asked him, still staring at the photo.

“Other than finding his bike… no.” He looked at the photo for a moment before turning to you, “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” You said, handing him the pile of paper, “You know that if you ever need anything you can just ask me, right?”

“Yeah.” He smiled. “Now go, I heard you have a chemistry test.”

“Oh shit, yeah. I’ll see you in photography?” The was an unevenness to your voice as you were unsure if Jonathan would even want to be here today.

“Maybe. I need to get these posters around town.” And he moved on to the next board, letting you go.

You could hear Carol’s shrill voice ring out as she noticed Jonathan. You knew Nancy wouldn’t let anything bad happen so you continued to class, willing the day to be over.

Sitting down at lunch with Nancy, you both told Barb about the test. You thought it went well, even when your mind decided to drift away from the test onto other matters.

“So, are you guys coming to the party?”

You and Barb groaned. You had hoped saying no once was enough.

“We’ve been over this Nance.” You said, finishing your sandwich. Mrs Wheeler always packed an extra lunch bag for you since she worried that your uncle wouldn’t feed you. It was nice, having someone care for you.

“Pleaaaaaase.” She pouted, “I don’t want to go alone.”

“Then don’t go.” You countered.

“But you won’t be alone, your boyfriend will be there.” Barb stated, grinning.

“He’s not-” Nancy started.

“Yes he is.” You both finalised, stopping Nancy’s speech.

“Look, I would go but I really don’t want to spend time with Tommy and Carol. You know how they treat me.” You said. You had been their prey for last year now. Sure, they hated you when you rejected them after seeing how they treated other people but last year, after Steve chose them, they used you as their personal punching bag. Emotionally and physically.

“I know and I’m sorry.” Nancy took your hand. She knew that they didn’t like you, but she still didn’t have a clue what they did to you. It wasn’t something you wanted to bring up. “But I promise, I will be there with you the entire night. Tommy and Carol will probably be off somewhere getting drunk and making out the entire night anyway.”

“Wow, yeah, the party sounds unmissable.” Barb snorted, causing you all to laugh.

“Come on, guys.” Nancy pleaded. You could see how nervous she was for this party.

“I’ll go if Y/n goes.” Barb spoke, pointing at you.

“Ugh. Fine.” You said, rubbing your temple. At least if Barb was there, you could just hang out together away from the rest of the group.

“Yay!” Nancy squealed, pulling you into a hug.

“Yay! What are we celebrating?” Steve sat down next to Barb, facing Nancy. It’s like he does this on purpose.

“Y/n and Barb have agreed to come to the party.” Nancy said, smiling. You knew Steve didn’t actually want you there, but considering how excited she looked, he chose not to be a prick.

“Good. It’ll be fun.” He smiled, looking at you.

“Sure.” You looked down, fiddling with your denim vest. The vest was the only piece of clothing that wasn’t completely new. Even if you wanted to forget California, the vest held too much sentimental value to you to just let it go.

You heard a laugh from behind you and saw Carol walking over, Tommy following. Looking at Barb, she nodded and you both began to pack your things.

“Look who’s here.” You heard her say and you froze. Was she talking about you?

You turned to meet her eyes but instead found she was facing away from you, gaze drawn to a group of people sat further up the field. You craned your neck to see that they were some people you know, mostly outcasts that got bullied a lot. They were all laughing and looking to the centre of the group and soon enough you found the source of their laughter. A boy in a dark jacket with messy hair that fell to his shoulders, a wide grin on his face.

Eddie.

“Can we just have one lunch without you yelling at ‘The Freak’?” Steve sighed. He genuinely looked tired of them. Serves him right for choosing them, you thought.

“You know you love it, man.” Tommy laughed, already making his way over. A few other people that you assumed were his friends clocked on and joined him, the hoard heading towards Eddie and his group.

“What’s happening?” You asked Steve. He looked up in surprise to see you were asking him.

“Well-”

“Eddie Munson is a freak who messed with the wrong people.” Carol declared, cutting Steve off and leaning over you. “I guess you know all about what happens when you mess with the wrong people.”

“What?” Nancy asked. She genuinely had no idea what was going on.

“Oh it’s just an old inside joke, right Y/n?” She sang, daring me to speak with her glare.

“Right.” You gritted your teeth and Carol walked over to the other group.

Your eyes drifted to Steve who was already looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite figure out. Was it… empathy?

“Why do they hate Eddie?” Nancy looked at Steve.

“All I know is he and Tommy have had it out for eachother since the 7th grade.” Steve shrugged. He was obviously hiding something.

As you looked over to Eddie you saw that he was still sat with his friends, clearly bored of whatever Tommy was saying. It made you smile, seeing that he really couldn’t care less.

“Tommy makes his own reasons.” You muttered beneath your breath. If anyone heard you, they pretended not to.

Barb suddenly stood and excused herself, saying she needed to get to the library for a book report. You knew she had finished that ages ago, you were there with her, but you understood that she just didn’t want to hang around much longer.

Just as you were coming to the same decision, yells filled the field, guys chanting ‘Tommy’ over and over again. Your head spun back around and although they were now all huddled around whatever was going on, you could just see between two people. Tommy was swinging his arms.

And Eddie was on the floor.

“Shit.” Steve breathed. But he didn’t move. He must have been thinking how he couldn’t stop it if he tried.

You, on the other hand, didn’t make the same assumption.

You sprung up from your seat, dumping your bag on the ground and quickening your pace, ignoring the protests from your friend. You barged your way through the group (you may be small but you were much stronger than you looked), and found Tommy stood over Eddie, raising his leg to bring his sneakers down onto his face. Wordlessly, you marched behind him, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him away from Eddie before he could do any permanent damage.

“What the fuck?” He said before realising who had ruined his moment.

“Leave him alone.” Usually situations like this would intimidate you. But for some reason, there was this fire ignited inside you. You were prepared to fight.

“Do you really want a piece of this, huh?” He laughed, raising his hand. Whether he was going to push you or slap you, he didn’t get the chance.

You ducked, springing back up and connecting your fist with Tommy’s jaw. Something you had learned back in California.

“Fuck!” He yelled while stumbling, the group now jostling at eachother in amusement. This only angered him.

He was quick with his action, catching you off guard and bringing the back of his hand across your cheek with so much force, you were thrown to the ground.

The piercing sound of ringing in your ears caused you to still your movement and you could hear voices yelling, you recognised three of them.

“What the hell asshole?” You heard Eddie yell, back on his feet.

“That was too far man, back off.” Steve’s voice was a surprising one.

“Oh my god Y/n, are you okay?” Nancy was crouched beside you, doing her best to help you get up.

“Fuck this, let’s go Carol.” Tommy said while leaving, the chanters quietening down but not leaving. They were all staring at you, some shocked, some laughing.

“Hey, are you-”

You didn’t know who was asking but you didn’t care. Right now, your head pounded with memories forcing their way into your mind.

“Just leave me alone.” You ran from the group, having to bump shoulders with people to get out of their poorly structured circle, and sprinted inside the building, clutching your cheek.

“He treats you like shit, Y/n.” Your best friend was angry. She just witnessed the fight between you and your boyfriend. You weren’t even sure you ever called him that.

“I’m fine.” You said shakily as she held the icepack to your head.

“You are not fine! He just hit you! In front of everyone!” She yelled, your headache worsening with each exclamation.

“So?” You yelled back, tears forming, “It’s none of your business!”

“I’m your best friend! You need to listen to me!”

“Listen to you? The girl who can never convince a guy to even like her much less kiss her?! What possible advice could you even give me?”

Her face dropped. She threw the ice pack at you and left.

“Shit.” You wince as you use a paper towel to clean your face. Tommy wore a ring, supposedly a commitment to Carol. Such bullshit.

You did your best to clean the cut up, ignoring the bruise already forming on your cheek. After you left, you had ran across the school to the furthest bathroom. It wasn’t ever used since it was too far from anyone’s classes. It was situated next to the locker room which already had it’s own bathrooms attached. More money wasted on something people don’t use, you guessed.

Running probably wasn’t the best option. Nancy would be freaking about now with Steve trying to calm her down. And Eddie… you don’t know how Eddie would be reacting. You had one conversation. Granted, it was amazing, but you didn’t know each other. Not really.

The bleeding stopped and you thanked the lord that the cut was smaller than you thought, meaning it would heal without much help. You wanted to cover it just in case. You went to grab a plaster from your bag before realisation struck. Fuck. You left it on the bench.

A sigh left your lips as you figured Nancy would have grabbed your bag for you. You had plans to have dinner with her family and the boys later on. As much as you wanted to skip it, you promised Dustin that you’d be there.

Tears began to fall, hitting the ceramic sink with small pats. You couldn’t even look at yourself in the mirror. Maybe you deserved this. All of it.

“Hey babe.” Your boyfriend said casually, as if he hadn’t just slammed your head into the wall an hour ago.

You stayed silent, making him look up. He was handsome, there’s no denying that. He knew exactly what to do to keep you running back to him.

“Hey, I’m sorry baby, I’m really sorry.” He kissed your forehead gently. You knew he wasn’t sorry, he just wanted forgiveness anyway. And you gave it to him. Every single time.

“Have you seen Lillian?” You ask quietly, you hadn’t seen your best friend since she ran off earlier.

“Nah, but listen, we’re still going to that party tonight right?” He didn’t care.

“I mean-”

“Come on, it’s a celebration. Do it. For me?”

“Okay.” You didn’t even think about the response. There was no point arguing with him, he always won.

“Good, now let’s get ready, yeah. Can’t be late to your own birthday.”

“Fuck birthdays.” You muttered as you left the bathroom and walked down the deserted hallway.

You never actually told anyone when your birthday was. The last time you celebrated, everything went to shit so you’d rather just let the day pass like every other day. It was bad enough that you were going to a party later tonight as well. You’re definitely going to cancel that one.

It had been 3 years since that night, something you’d rather just forget.

You noticed a familiar poster on the wall outside the gym, Will’s sweet smile looking back at you. Someone had written something you can only describe as disturbingly homophobic all across the poster. You ripped it down, discarding it in the bin. Assholes. Will was missing and yet people still found a way to ridicule him.

Turning the corner, you halted, your shoes giving a loud squeak as you barely avoided yet another collision. You needed to start taking those corners carefully.

“Sorry.” You both said before recognising eachother’s voices.

“Y/n.” Eddie said, eyes widening as he focused on your cheek. It was probably bright red and still bleeding.

“I need to find my bag.” You muttered, moving past him. You’d rather talk to Eddie when you weren’t a complete emotional wreck.

“Hey, wait.” His hand was on your shoulder, gently turning you to face him. “Wheeler. She has your bag. Everyone got to leave early since the tests were over and the principal has a lot of people to deal with for the whole fight thing.” He waved his hand in the air, as if he was swatting away the thought.

“Oh. Okay. I should probably head to hers then.” You were about to turn when something struck your mind. “Did you get in trouble?”

“Uh… no, not really. Me and the Princi? Oh we’re best mates. She’d never let me get in trouble.” He smirked, leaning on the wall beside him.

“You didn’t get caught did you?” An entertained smile appeared on your face.

“Ah, well, no. The majority of people didn’t even know my actual name so he has no clue.” He chuckled, amused that you figured it out that quickly.

You nodded and started to worry. Were you going to get in trouble too?

“I’m sure you’ll be fine too.” Eddie reassured, reading your mind. He was still staring at your cheek.

“Oh, yeah, it’s okay.” You say, covering your cheek with your hand. “I’ve had worse.”

“Seriously?” Eddie’s face grew with concern.

“Um, well, yeah. Not from Tommy.” You added, hoping it would help. It didn’t.

“Someone else hurt you?” His voice raised and you winced. You screwed up.

“What? No, it was just stuff that happened. Like, I’ve hurt myself. But not in that way! More like, falling over, you know and, uh, running into walls, I don’t know.” You rambled.

“And colliding foreheads?” Eddie smirked. He liked it when you rambled.

“Yeah.” You let out a breathy laugh.

“You didn’t have to do that.” His eyes were on the floor, feet shuffling.

“Do what?”

“Stop Tommy.” His voice was quiet but he still managed to look at your eyes when he spoke.

“Oh. It was nothing.” You reply, brushing it off.

“Nothing? You look like you went through a battle with a demogorgon!”

“A what?”

“It’s a monster from D&D… it’s not important. What’s important is that I wanted to say thank you. You barely know me and you almost punched Tommy’s lights out.”

“That was more for me than it was for you.” You both laughed. “I hate seeing how he treats other people. I’d do it again for you… and other people, I mean. I’d gladly beat up another… demogorgon.”

“Not for yourself?” His question surprised you. He wasn’t wrong.

“Depends on the day.” You smile. The bell rang like it always did, even though you were pretty sure everyone was home already.

“I need to…” You pointed to the doors and he nodded, stepping aside to let you go.

“Farewell Y/n, the queen of demogorgons, No Last Name.” He bowed, making you giggle.

“And farewell to you, Eddie, the king of freaks, Munson.” You laughed, noting his wide grin at your nickname.

You walked away, a little happier than before.

You headed home, pedalling on your bike. It usually was a nice ride, you’d be listening to your favourite songs on your Walkman while enjoying the fresh air hit your face. But today, every muscle ached as you rode in silence, hissing at the pain of the wind whipping your face.

You dropped your bike in front of your house and walked over to the Wheelers’, knocking the front door. You didn’t think Nancy would be home yet. Steve probably convinced her to go somewhere else.

Karen opened the door, smiling and then frowning when she saw the bruise.

“Oh my goodness, are you alright? Why aren’t you in school? Come in, come in.” She said hurriedly, ushering you inside and cupping your face in her hands.

“There was a fight at school so everyone was sent home early.” You admitted, waiting for her to stop scanning your face.

“Is that where you got this bruise? Oh, and that cut!” She winced when she saw the small red line on your face, leading you to the bathroom upstairs.

You heard movement from behind you, turning to look when Karen noticed.

“Oh, Mike came home early today. I think he’s having a hard time about Will.” She said quietly, answering your thoughts.

You sat on the edge of the bathtub and she opened the cupboards, grabbing a first aid kit and rummaging through it until she found what she was looking for. She brought over a small bottle and some cotton ball, placing some plasters beside you.

“Okay, let’s see.” She held the cotton ball to the bottle lid and tipped it, setting the bottle down and moving the ball to your cheek. “This is gonna sting a little.”

She expected you to wince at the pain, hence why she took her time applying it. To her confusion, you didn’t have a reaction. Yes, it hurt. But you were used to it.

“What happened?” She asked sternly, looking into your eyes, “Was it that fight?”

You really didn’t want to lie to her. She had been nothing but kind to you, she treated you like you were her own. But you also didn’t want her to find out. Who knows who she’ll tell. Maybe you’d get sent away again.

“Oh, no, not really. People were running to see what the fight was and someone bumped into me so I fell.” The lie tasted bitter as you spoke.

“Some people.” She tutted, believing you. The fact that she believed you without a second thought made you feel even worse.

She grabbed a plaster and carefully placed it.

“There! Good as new!” She smiled, “I’ll go grab some ice.”

She quickly got up and made her way downstairs. You stood and looked at yourself in the mirror, moving your hair to cover your plastered cheek. At least Tommy has a wicked bruise too.

In the hallway, you could hear the phone ring and Mrs Wheeler’s cheery voice that answered. You figured it’d be a while for the ice. As you were about to head downstairs, another voice caught your attention. It came from down the hall, behind a door you knew as Mike’s room.

“Is everything okay?”

That was definitely Mike’s voice. Surely he wasn’t speaking to you. He continued speaking and you crept closer, curious at his behaviour. Maybe Lucas or Dustin was there. You stopped. No, it’s none of your business; something what you decided and readied yourself to continue to the stairs.

And then that’s when you heard it. The sound of muffled cries. They weren’t loud, but you knew the sound of crying. You’d spent so many nights hearing your sister’s cries as your father upset her yet again.

You rushed over, opening the door just as a small voice spoke up.

“Promise.”

Opening the door, two sets of eyes flew to you. One belonged to Mike and the other… to a girl?

She had a buzz-cut and was wearing a navy jumper and grey sweats. Were they Mike’s? When she looked at you, she had an expression you know all too well written on her face: fear.

“Y/n!” Mike harshly whispered, running to the door and closing it while you stood there dumbfounded.

“What- what’s going on? Who is she? Does your mom know?” You had so many questions.

“I’ll tell you if you’re quiet, I don’t entirely know and… no.” Mike answered all your queries, looking worried.

“Okay.” You said, causing the boy’s worry to turn to confusion.

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” The small girl whispered, looking at Mike who nodded back.

“She’s a friend.” Mike assured, walking back over and crouching next to the girl.

“El, this is Y/n. That girl you saw in the photo downstairs.”

“Pretty.” She said and Mike nodded.

When he saw how weirded-out you looked, he explained everything to you. How they all found her in the woods and took her here. How she’s been staying in the basement. How she might know where Will is.

It was a lot for you to process. You were sure Karen was still on the phone so you sat on Mike’s bed to take it all in.

“And you don’t know where she came from?”

Mike shook his head, looking at El.

“Why haven’t you told your mom?” It was a good question, she might know how to help her.

“No.” The girl said simply, shaking her head slowly and she looked as if she would start crying again.

“Look,” You said, making your way off the bed to crouch at a distance in front of her, “I promise you I only want to help.”

“Promise?” The girl repeated.

“Yes.”

“We can’t tell my mom Y/n, El says that there are bad men after her.” Mike spoke, inching closer to you.

“Did they hurt her?” You ask, suddenly upset for this girl.

“I think so.” He nodded, looking back at her.

“Okay, look, I won’t tell your mom.”

“You won’t?”

“No. But you have to promise me something.”

“What?”

“You tell me everything. If she really knows where Will is, I want to help. And I don’t want any arguments from any of you on this, I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

Mike silenced for a while, thinking it over. Glancing at El, she nodded back at him with a smile and he sighed.

“Okay.” El said, moving closer to you, “Y/n.”

You smiled at her, worry filling your heart. Maybe whatever happened to this girl might be what’s happening to Will right now.

“Y/n?” Karen’s voice rang out and you jumped up.

“Okay I need to go. I’ll make sure your mom is distracted but I need you to stay here and call the Party over. There’s a lot we need to talk about.”

Mike nodded, seeing no reason for an argument, and you left to collect your ice pack. You had a feeling you were going to regret this.

You were sat on Mike’s bed with El when Lucas and Dustin arrived. Since they were already coming for dinner, you didn’t need to make any excuses.

“Are you out of your mind?” Lucas asked Mike, returning to staring at you and El.

“El and Y/n are in your room.” Dustin stated. He was in some sort of shock, either because you now knew about El or the fact Mike has girls in his room. Maybe it’s a bit of both.

“Just listen to me.” Mike walked to Lucas, trying to calm him down.

“You are out of your mind!” He raised his voice, causing everyone to shush him.

“She knows about Will.”

“What do you mean she knows about Will?” Dustin snapped back into reality.

“She pointed at him, at this picture. She knew he was missing. I could tell.” Mike held a photo of Will at the science fair to his friends.

“You could tell?” Lucas was clearly very sceptical. You didn’t know why he disliked El so much.

“Just think about it. Do you really think it was a coincidence that we found her on Mirkwood, the same place where Will disappeared?”

“That is weird.” Dustin agreed.

“Wait, when did you guys go out to Mirkwood?” You asked only to be completely ignored. El grabbed onto your arm for comfort. You placed your hand over hers. She reminded you of your sister.

“And she said bad people are after her.” Mike continued. “I think maybe these bad people are the same ones that took Will. I think she knows what happened to him.”

“Then why doesn’t she tell us?” Lucas counters, clearly frustrated. He made his way to the bed, staring at El.

“Do you know where he is?”

Before you could stop him, Lucas grabs El by her shoulders and begins shaking her.

“DO YOU KNOW WHERE WILL IS?” He yells and you grab his hand and push him away from her.

“Stop it Lucas!”

“Stop it, you’re scaring her!”

El cuddled into you and you put her arms around her in attempt to shield her from Lucas. You knew he was upset about Will, but he needed to calm down. As you were comforting El, you snapped back into conversation when Dustin raised his voice too.

“Mike, what kind of danger?”

“Danger, danger.” Mike’s face was so serious it sent a chill down your spine.

“No, no, no! We’re going back to Plan A. We’re telling your mom.” Lucas panics and rushed for the door.

It slams shut.

He opens it again.

It slams shut, and you hear the locks engage.

“Guys?” You say, now staring at El who had left your side.

They all turn in unison to look at her, the girl had her arm outstretched with a line blood dripping from her left nostril.

“No.” Was all she spoke.

“I don’t want to drink.” You complained as your boyfriend handed you another cup. You had only just turned 14, much like every one else at the party, and you didn’t feel like underage drinking this early on.

“We’re just celebrating.” He smirked, bring his own cup to his lips while tipping yours toward your mouth with his other hand.

“Stop.” You stepped back, placing the cup down and noticed Lillian was on the other side of the pool. You were about to walk over when you felt a surge of pain through your right arm.

“No.”

Once Nancy made it home, you left El and the boys in Mike’s room. As much as you wanted to learn more, Nancy deserved an explanation for earlier.

You were sat in her room as she arrived and as soon as she saw you she ran to you, hugging you.

“What the hell Y/n? I was so worried, I couldn’t find you after the whole thing. Oh my god, look at that bruise.” She grabbed your face and you winced, causing her to drop her hand and send an apologetic look your way.

“I’m fine, Nance. I’m sorry I didn’t stay but everyone was staring at me and I… panicked. I wasn’t really thinking. I’m just embarrassed. I even told your mom that someone had bumped into me and I fell.” You grimaced.

“And she believed it?” She raised an eyebrow as you nodded.

“Why did you do that?” She asked.

“Well I was scared that if I told her the truth-”

“No, not that. Punch Tommy.”

“Oh. I… have… anger issues?” You smile a weird grin and she laughed, pushing your arm.

“Be serious. I have to admit I didn’t like what he was doing, especially to the Munson guy, but why would y-” Her eyes widened and she smiled.

“What?”

“It’s him.”

“Who?”

“The guy. The one you were gonna tell me about.”

“No…”

“Oh my god, it so is! It’s written all over your face! You know you can’t keep secrets from me.”

“Yeah you’re right.” You laughed. It wasn’t true. You’ve kept many secrets. You were just really good at convincing people you were a terrible liar.

“Wow. And you punched Tommy for him.” She turned her head to look out the window lost in thought. “It was a good punch too.”

She started laughing, causing you to erupt into a fit of giggles as well.

“Maybe… you can call him and invite him for the party tonight.” She suggested, walking towards her wardrobe.

“What? Okay, firstly… I don’t even have his number. And secondly, there’s no way I’m going to that.”

“Why not?”

You just pointed to your face and she laughed. Rude, you thought.

“Sorry I’m not laughing at you it’s just- Tommy and Carol aren’t coming anymore.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, after the fight Steve told them that they should probably stay home.”

“He did?”

“Uh-huh.”

Nancy threw around some outfit ideas from the back of her wardrobe. She really wasn’t a party girl so she didn’t really have anything flashy. You couldn’t see Steve disinviting his social godparents, especially not for you.

“Oh. Barb might not come so it’s you and me.”

“What? No. I’m not going if Barb’s not going. I’m not gonna sit there by myself while you and Steve trade saliva.”

“We won’t- okay look, I’ll call her and let her know that you’re okay and convince her to come with us.” She said cheerily.

“Good luck with that. I’m gonna go see if your mom needs help.” She was still fixated on her outfit choices so you left, walking down to the kitchen.

Karen told you she was fine so you could just relax until dinner. You didn’t really want to walk back to Nancy’s room to talk about the party, plus she was already on the phone with Barb, so you made your way outside to sit on the porch. The sun was just beginning to set and you rested your arms on your knees looking to the sky.

You were worried that sitting by yourself would bring back old memories you didn’t want but instead, your mind just went to Eddie. You blocked out all the bad by just thinking of his smile, the way he folds his arms across his body. The fact that he smelt of green apples was now etched into your brain. How is that even possible? You were slowly becoming obsessed with this boy and he probably wasn’t thinking about you at all.

“Barbara, pull over.”

“What?”

“Pull over!”

You had ended up in the back of Barb’s car on the way to Steve’s ‘party’. Nancy somehow convinced Barb to come, meaning that you had to come too. And now Nancy was screaming at Barb to stop the car randomly. Thank god you took painkillers for your cheek before you left.

“What are we doing here? His house is three blocks away.” Barb complained, irritated by this party already.

“We can’t park in the driveway.”

“Are you serious?” Barb sighed.

“Yeah, the neighbours might see.”

“You’re making me walk three blocks to a party I didn’t want to go to?” You moaned, your head hitting the back of Barb’s headrest.

“This is so stupid. I’m just going to drop you off.”

“Calm down, guys, come on! You both promised that you’d go. You’re coming. We’re going to have a great time.”

“He just wants to get in your pants.” Barb said, making you laugh.

“Ain’t that the truth.” You chimed in.

“No he doesn’t.” Nancy giggled.

“You are so oblivious, it actually hurts.” You said. What a way to spend your birthday.

“All right, well, you can be like my guardian. All right? Make sure I don’t get drunk and do anything stupid.”

“If I wanted to babysit, I’d have stayed home with your brother.” You told her as she glared at you.

Nancy shuffled around to change her shirt. She had finally decided what she wanted to wear but didn’t want to be seen in it since she lied to her mom about her plans. You didn’t know how she lied with such ease. Must be something she learnt from Steve.

“Is that a new bra?” Barb said, eyeing her friend’s new lingerie.

“No.” She replied, pulling her shirt on.

“Yeah, right.” You sighed, opening the car door.

RAISE A LITTLE HELL

RAISE A LITTLE HELL

You all could hear the music blaring from Steve’s house as you walked up the driveway.

“Yeah, because us parking our car in front of his house would be the problem.” You remarked, earning a snort from Barb as you walked to the front door.

“Barb, chill.” Nancy said. You’ve never seen her more calm.

“I’m chill.” Barb spoke. She clearly wasn’t.

“Be like Y/n.”

“Y/n is hopped up on pain meds, I’m not so lucky.”

You laughed as the doors swung open, filling your ears with the noise of blasting music while Steve stood there smiling.

“Hello ladies.”

You all walk in to his house, Barb and Nancy gawking at the size of it. You, on the other hand, had already seen his house. Long forgotten times.

“So, before we begin… there was a change of plans.” Steve said, looking at you and waiting for you to turn back to him.

“Huh?” What did that have to do with you?

“Uh…” Steve looked awkward. That’s not good.

“Hola loves!” A chill went down your spine. Carol.

Carol walks in, clutching onto Tommy and they were both very drunk.

“Yay, Y/n. I knew you’d show up.” She hiccuped, trying to hug me. You side-stepped, dodging her embrace, and tried to go back through the doors we came in.

“Wait, Y/n.” Steve said, coming over to you. “Hey Nance, why don’t you and Barb go out back, we’re gonna be by the pool.”

“Sure.” Nancy said, an uncertainty in her voice as the girls followed Tommy and Carol through the house.

“What the hell, Steve.” You breathed. It wasn’t a question, just anger.

“Look, I know I said they wouldn’t be here but they just showed up and I couldn’t get rid of them. Believe me, I tried. I don’t want them here.” Steve confessed. He held onto your shoulders so you couldn’t move away.

“You’re expecting me to believe that you don’t want them here? You practically worship them.” You scoffed, removing his hands.

“Yeah, well, I used to.” He muttered. He spoke before you could. “Hey, just stay. Please. I know Nancy wants you here. Tommy and Carol are drunk off of their minds and will probably end up banging in a room the entire night so you don’t need to deal with them, okay?”

“Wow, you make it sound so appealing, Harrington.” You rolled your eyes. Was he actually trying to protect you?

“Fine.” You finally said, “But I’m leaving as soon as they so much as look at me.”

You walked off to join Nancy and Barb outside, Steve following you. When you stepped out onto that deck though, you suddenly didn’t want to be there anymore. You’ve seen Steve’s pool before, you came here when you both had a group project in Freshman year. He had offered since you were nervous about bringing him to your uncle’s place. But at night, with the pool lit up and the sky painted with stars, it looked all too familiar.

“What do you want, Y/n?” Your best friend sounded fed up already, taking a sip from her cup.

“I just wanted to say sorry.” You said, eyeing her cup. She never drank.

“Well I don’t want an apology.” Her words were slurred and she spilt some of her cup.

“Woah, what are you drinking?”

“Whatever the hell I want.”

“Maybe you should slow down, you haven’t drank before.”

“Why? Because I’m a prude for not banging my abusive boyfriend when I’m only 14, huh?” Her words stung your heart, tears threatening to spill.

“What the fuck?” Your voice quivered and she just laughed.

“You act like it’s all about you, Y/n. Try caring about someone else for once in your miserable life.”

And with that she walked to the other side of the pool, stumbling along the way as you filled up your own cup and drank the feelings down like your life depended on it.

“Y/n!” Barb signalled you to join her on the other side of the water, away from the others. You sent a grateful smile as you sat beside her, removing your shoes and socks to place your feet in the pool.

For a while, you and Barb just watched as the others chugged beers, Nancy stood with Steve’s arms around her. It tugged at your heart to see two people like that.

“I’m glad you came.” Barb said, breaking the silence.

“I wouldn’t have come if you weren’t here.” You admitted, bumping her shoulder.

“Yep the dynamic duo, third wheel and fourth wheel, back at it again.” You both laughed. You liked Barb. She might not be the party type but she always knew how to make any situation fun.

“Why did we agree to this?” You ask as Tommy picks up Carol for the 50th time tonight, threatening to throw her in the pool while Steve and Nancy sat on deck chairs side by side.

“Clearly, we’re idiots.”

“Good hypothesis.” You smiled, looking at the water.

“Oh, and Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Happy Birthday.”

That startled you. She giggled at your reaction, leaning in closer to you.

“You’re one of my best friends, you didn’t think I’d find out?”

“How-”

“Miss Markle gave me the keys to the library since I’m always there helping her out. Gave me access to a few school documents.” She smirked.

“Wow. And here I thought the other one was Nancy Drew.” You laughed awkwardly.

“I won’t tell anyone.” Barb placed her hand on your shoulder. “You obviously kept it from us for a reason and I respect that. I just wanted you to know that you are loved here, Y/n.”

Her words lifted a weight off your chest that you didn’t even realise were there.

“I am so grateful to have you in my life, Barbara Holland.” You said, teary eyed. She pulled you into a hug and then wiped your tears away.

“I’m glad I met you, Y/n. If I’m being honest, I think you’re my best friend here.” Barb smiled, “Don’t tell Nancy, though.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Hey! Barb! Y/n! Come join us!” Nancy shouted from across the water.

“Guess we should go join them.” Barb sighed, getting up and walking over as you joined her.

When you sat down, you looked out into the forest that surrounded Steve’s backyard. For a moment, you thought you saw a flash of light. Your investigation was cut short by the sound of screams. Looking over you saw that Tommy was trying to throw his girlfriend in the pool again. And she’s not happy about it.

“If I’m ever in a relationship like that, shoot me.” You shot a look at Barb and she mimed loading a gun.

Steve grabbed a can of beer from the cooler, bringing out a knife to punch a hole in the side and shotgunned it. You rolled your eyes as he flopped into his deck chair, lighting a cigarette.

“That supposed to impress me?” Nancy laughed, toying with him.

“You’re not?”

“You are a cliché, you do realise that?”

“Surprised it took you that long to notice.” You mutter, Barb bursting out in laughter next to you. Steve chose to ignore your comment.

“You are the cliché. What, with your grades and your band practice.” Steve replies.

“I’m so not in band.” Nancy laughs.

“Okay party girl. Why don’t you just show us how it’s done, then?”

Nancy takes the knife and grabs a beer, punching in a hole and chugging the can. Steve begins chanting and Tommy and Carol join him until they all cheer as Nancy drops the empty can. You and Barb stayed quiet. If anything, you were upset Nancy gave in.

“Barb, you wanna try?” Nancy said and all eyes were on Barb who looked petrified.

“What? No. No, I don’t want to, thanks.”

Nancy made her way over regardless, holding out a can to her friend.

“Come on, Nance.” You say, trying to diffuse the situation but being completely ignored.

“Yeah!” Steve chimed in with Tommy and Carol following suit.

“Nance, I don’t want to!” Barb protested.

“Seriously, Nancy, leave her alone she doesn’t want to!” You were trying to push the can away now.

“Stop ruining the fun for once, Y/n.” Tommy said with a glare.

“Just… give it a shot.” Nancy handed Barb the tools she needed and you saw Barb give up.

“Okay.”

You shook your head in disgust. Peer pressure. What a fun concept.

Barb tried cutting into the can like the rest did. Before you could tell her that she was holding it at the wrong angle, the knife slipped and she cut a deep gash into her right thumb, blood dripping onto the deck.

“Gnarly!” Tommy yells, laughing with his girlfriend.

“Fuck off.” You spat, rushing to Barb.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asked, her face now terrified. You made her do it, you thought.

“I’m fine. Steve, where’s your bathroom?”

“Oh, it’s, uh, down past the kitchen, to the left.” He replied, his actions had stilled now, a worried frown on his face.

Barb quickly left, shrugging your hand off her shoulder. You went to follow her when Carol called your name.

“So… ‘The Freak’, huh?” She smirked with a knowing look.

“What?”

“Well Nance told us you had a crush and you did try and protect him. It was sweet, really. Not wanting Tommy to mess up his already messed up face, huh.” She pouted, laughing at your startled reaction.

You looked to Nancy who was at a loss for words.

“Aw, the two freaks together. You’d make such freaky babies.” Tommy’s laughter was loud and menacing and you felt the colour drain from your face.

“Knock it off, guys.” Steve said, standing up.

“Ooh, why, what are you gonna-” Carol screamed as her boyfriend took the opportunity to push her into the pool and threw away his cigarette, jumping in after her with a yell.

“Y/n-” Nancy approached you.

“I’m going to see if Barb’s okay.” You said, leaving her there with Steve.

You ran to the bathroom, knocking on the door to hear a sniffled ‘go away’ from the other side.

“It’s me, Y/n.” You leant against the door.

“I just want to deal with it by myself. Go enjoy the party.”

You went to knock again when you figured it would be an empty gesture.

“Okay. I’ll be by the pool if you need me.” You say, making your way back through the house.

When you stepped back onto the deck, you saw that everyone was in the pool splashing around at eachother, completely oblivious to you stood there. You sighed and began picking up the empty cans. Picking up the one that Barb dropped, you focused on the crimson colour that covered the side. Looking down, you saw a small pool of her blood and you shivered.

Blood by the pool.

You looked down, your drink now forgotten on the floor beside you. People were screaming but no one moved.

You kept your focus on the figure in the pool now floating. The ceramic side to a once blue pool now covered in crimson red blood.

“What did you do?”

“Oh my god, Y/n!”

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

You continued picking up the waste and took it with you to the kitchen, emptying them into the trash and replacing the liner in it. You set the full bag of crap by the door for Steve to take out later so he didn’t have to explain anything to his parents. You’re welcome, you thought as you looked out of the window.

Nancy was laughing, hugging Steve in the pool as Carol and Tommy splashed around behind them. You don’t ever remember being that happy around your boyfriend.

Then there was another white flash coming from the trees. Looking back at the scene before you, you made a decision. Screw it, you thought.

Before you left, you grabbed a stray piece of paper from the counter, scribbling where you were going so Barb didn’t panic. You went back onto the deck and left the paper on Barb’s deserted chair and pulled on your shoes, not bothering with socks since they were the other side of the backyard. You didn’t tell Nancy you were leaving. You didn’t think she’d care.

You found the path into the forested area that lay behind Steve’s house, trying to map out in your head where you thought the flash came from. Then there was a distinct shutter sound. Was that… a camera?

You followed the sound, hiking further into the forest. Why you were doing this? You had no idea. It might just be the painkillers. You heard the snap of a twig and another shutter sound. You didn’t know what your plan was but you crept towards the sound until you saw a figure leaning over some bushes, camera in hand that was aimed towards the house.

“Hey!” You shouted, drawing their attention.

“Wait,” You shook your head in disbelief, “Jonathan?”

Jonathan turned to look at you, a sheepish smile on his face. He’d been caught.

“This isn’t what it looks like.” He stated, still holding his camera angled toward the house.

“And what does it look like?” You challenged, crossing your arms. Sure, you knew he was the quiet type but you didn’t think he was a pervert.

“I was trying to find clues. Will… he… went missing around here. I was hoping to get photo evidence, convince Hopper not to drop the case. For my mom.”

“Wait, the chief is dropping the case?” His confession broke your heart. You hadn’t talked much lately and you felt guilty.

“Not yet, but I know he will. I just need to find… something. But I can’t. It’s like he vanished into thin air. He’s probably not even alive...”

“Hey, I’m sure someone will figure it out. And Will’s a smart kid. I just know he’s alive, I can feel it.” It’s true. Even if you didn’t know where Will was, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was still fighting. Surviving.

“Yeah, I hope so.”

“So, uh, about..” You pointed to the camera and then the house, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, that. I, uh, got distracted. I heard some screams and I couldn’t resist a photo opportunity.” He said looking away from you, ashamed.

“Still kinda creepy.” You said before thinking, “You get any good ones?”

“Just Tommy throwing Carol in the pool.” He shrugged. “It’s not a flattering look.”

“Well now I have to see.” You laughed as he moved out of the way, holding the camera out for you.

You leaned into it. It had a clear view of the pool but no one was there, except Barb holding the familiar piece of paper you had left for her. You felt a twinge of guilt as you saw her sat on the edge of the pool. Where was everyone else?

You carefully shifted the camera to the right and that’s when you saw it. Nancy and Steve in his room, and her shirt was off.

“Gross.” You said, pulling your eye away from the camera and stepping back. And they just left Barb by the pool, alone.

“What?” Jonathan asked, peering back into the camera and he stilled.

“See? This is what happens. Nancy says she won’t leave me and Barb alone and look, she did. All so she could wrestle with Hairy and-”

The camera clicked.

Jonathan stared back at you.

“Did you just- actually, I don’t wanna know.”

“You were right,” He said quickly, changing the subject, “Barb is just sat there. It’s kinda sad.”

“Sadder than spying on people and taking photos of them?” You were protective of Barb, you felt bad that she was being treated like that.

“Fair enough.” Jonathan nodded, taking a few photos of Barb by the pool until he stopped and stared down at his camera. He shook his head and grabbed more film from his back pocket.

“Having fun?” You asked sarcastically. It was starting to get cold and you were wishing your denim vest had sleeves.

“My camera just went blurry. I thought Barb just disappeared-”

You heard a distant scream and you both jumped. Jonathan grabbed his camera and aimed it back at the pool, following the sound.

“What is it?” Your heart still pounding.

“Nothing.” He saw your exasperated look, “I mean, literally nothing. No one is outside anymore.”

“Not even Barb?” You frowned.

“She probably went home. I’m assuming the scream was from Carol…” The way his words drifted off made you gag and he chuckled.

“Come on, I’ll drive you home.” He said and you both walked back down the undesignated path to his car.

Some film fell out of his back pocket. You stopped to pick it up as Jonathan continued walking. Crouching down, the hairs on the back of your neck suddenly stood, a chill creeping down your spine. You span around and, for a moment, you thought you saw something.

A flash of grey. Something that… didn’t have a face.

“Y/n?” Jonathan called. And just like that, the figure was gone.

You grabbed the film from the floor and caught up with Jonathan. You knew your mind was playing tricks on you, but there was something bubbling inside you as you walked out of the forest.

Fear.

Chapter 3: Photo-Op ->

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[crystallinestars]

Hello! I'm back for another rant :)

I was still thinking about Mihoyo's tendency to pair characters and play the ambiguity game to make more money and something I've noticed is that people will jump through sooo many hoops to defend the company. ''oh they can't be explicit because of censorship'', ''oh it's China, their culture is different!'' or even ''stupid entitled westerners always complaining about things they don't even try to understand smh 🙄''

Now, while I can agree that censorship and culture should be taken into account when talking about these games, I also feel like it's a bit disingenuous and lowkey patronising to chalk it all up to ''the Chinese are just all like that lol''

Like, why are we so vehemently defending a company that makes millions (if not billions) through ship teasing, as you've put before? Censorship does not change the fact that the development that characters get in these games (especially Genshin) goes out the window every other event or as soon as the main story is finished. And whenever I hear someone talk about censorship, I always think about Mo Dao Zu Shi (granted, the situation was different in its case so we should take it with a grain of salt) where its donghua and drama adaptations where indeed censored (but they were much more explicit than whatever's going on in Hoyoverse), yet the novel (the source material) had many MANY chapters with its two male leads going at it

I admit that I've been feeling a bit salty recently (because I feel like people only care about coding when it comes to the 'great' questions of ''OK but do these two men FUCK? How many times a day do they go at it and who's the woman in this ship??'' Meanwhile nobody ever talks about different dynamics, asexuality and aromanticism are seen as boring, and oh lord does bisexuality seem to be often treated as a trump card to say ''ok but this character is at least 50% gay'') and I also don't know that much about how everything works in China, but idk, I guess my point is that if they wanted to make ships canon, they WOULD (or could) find a way to do so

Anyway, your recent posts and asks also got me thinking and I guess I wanted to show you some support! I've seen your bio and I think it's a really smart move on your part to be clear on what you don't feel comfortable with from the get go. It can definitely be awkward when you have to tell someone that's just really excited to share their thoughts on something they enjoy that you're not interested and you'd rather not talk about this AT ALL. And it really does not help that popular ships tend to attract a lot of unhinged behaviour 😑 It's really refreshing to come across content creators like you, who are very clear in their boundaries and write such thoughtful fics

Once again, I hope you will be left to do your own thing in peace and that you'll keep finding ways and solutions for you to enjoy your favourite works without feeling alienated 💜

(And hopefully one day I will learn how to type short rants 😅)

Haha, short rants don't exist, Anon! It's perfectly okay to type long rants to me, I don't mind. If anything, I relish in them. As someone who rants and complains a lot myself, I welcome it when someone else does it. 😊 (I mean, just look at the length of my reply. I am not any better than you, dear Anon)

Lord, the "Mihoyo can't show explicit gay ships because of the CCP censorship" excuse grates on my nerves, as well. Censorship of homosexuality is definitely a thing in China, and it can sometimes be very horrible, but that's not what's stopping Mihoyo from making certain ships canon. They got way with a lot of lesbian ships in Honkai 3rd (though admittedly they had to tone it down once new laws were implemented, but the fact remains that at some point they were able to be blatant about their ships), and if we're talking actual coding, then Jeht being lesbian-coded is a thing that exists! If it was such a huge deal, I feel like Mihoyo would have either been way more subtle about it or not included these things at all.

It's just my personal opinion, but I'm certain that the reason Mihoyo doesn't make any ship canon is for the sake of making money. They need to sell characters, and the best way to do that is to allow players to enjoy characters the way they want. Assigning a specific sexuality or canon ship will crush the interpretations some players have about a character, and make that character unappealing. It would negatively impact their sales. Keeping things vague and only giving teases of the most popular ships seems to be the ideal marketing tactic for them. It panders to a lot more people this way and keeps most of them happy (however, the fact remains that they ignore a particular demographic of women, though that's a story for another time).

Regarding your reasons why people whip out the "coding" card... YOU ARE SO RIGHT! People only use sexuality coding as a way to "prove" their gay ship is canon and discredit any BG pairing. And they focus on things like one guy being muscular and the other more slender, and then assigning traditionally masculine and feminine traits to them, respectively. I could go on a whole separate rant about this topic, but I'll spare you the wall of text. Feminizing one of the guys in a gay ship is one of my biggest pet peeves, especially when it's OOC for the character.

One thing I noticed is that sexuality often gets used as a convenient tool to suit the needs of certain shippers instead of being used for actual diversity.

I can't tell you the amount of times I saw a sexuality tier list where the aromantic and asexual rows were treated as trash bins where people tossed the characters they didn't care about. There's no actual thought put into the sorting, and that's very unfair to actual aro and ace persons.

As for bisexuality... it's such a polarizing topic in fandoms. It's seen as a good thing when you have a canonical BG pairing, because then you can claim one or both are bi and therefore are also attracted to the same sex (as you said, they're "at last 50% gay" and can be shipped in gay pairings). However, if you have a non-canon BL or GL ship, saying one or both characters are bi is tantamount to treason. How dare you suggest they can be attracted to the opposite sex? That's erasing the gay representation!

Basically, bisexuality, much like the term "coding", gets treated like a tool that's allowed to exist only when it's convenient to a person, instead of as an actual sexuality real people have. I feel like bi, aroace, and pansexual people get shafted hard in fandoms in general.

Anyways, thank you for your support, Anon! I mentioned it in another post, but putting your likes and dislikes in the bio is a common practice in the Eastern part of the world, and I chose to copy that. I think it's a good way to meet people with similar interests while also letting those who have opposite interests avoid you. If the BL Anon had checked my bio first before following me, he could have spared himself some trouble haha. Sadly, it seems that many don't look at bios 😢

Thank you for your nice sentiments! I'm fairly confident that I won't be harassed, especially not in the reader-insert community, but I appreciate the thought! And hopefully I can find a way to combat the alienation... If not, then I'll simply uninstall both HSR and Genshin and find games that actually pander to me 😅

May you stay happy and free of harassment as well, dear Anon! 💚

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[northstarco]

nikolas 🤝 going overboard

❝ nikolas is a player guys.. ❞

"this is all a little too much.."

nikolas barely registers doyoung's words, much too busy wrapping up the presents he'd gotten for the valentine boy himself. when he does finally assess the sentence, he snorts. "this is not too much.. it's hyun's birthday! i always go above and beyond for your birthdays!"

doyoung sighs, shaking his head. "i'm not talking about jaehyun's gifts, ni, i'm talking about all the other gifts".

a small 'ah' escapes nikolas' lips as he finally realizes what doyoung means, but the moment he's done, he chuckles, playfully rolling his eyes. "you're being overdramatic".

doyoung's eyes widen, and the look niko receives from his best friend is hilarious. "niko, you got us all gifts for valentine's day".

he makes sure to emphasize the word, to emphasize what day it is, because he genuinely finds what the younger did to be a new level of crazy. he is in a group of at least 20 other men— 20, and he still decided to get all of them valentines gifts? doyoung thinks that the shopping trips he made must've been insane.

"where do you find the time? how do you find the money!?"

the shriek from jungwoo gets a chuckle out of niko, who just shrugs his shoulders with a small smile. "a magician never tells.."

"your a government agent aren't you?"

that question gets an even louder laugh out of niko, and he quickly covers his mouth with his hand. he places his hand on doyoung's arm for support, and the older just allows for him to, much used to his shenanigans by now.

"okay— stop, i have to finish wrapping hyun's gifts".

"i think he'll be very appreciative that you decided to get him all this, sunan" doyoung comments, niko finds the way he says his thai name adorable, and it gets a small laugh out of him. "seriously, the wrapping doesn't have to be perfect".

"presentation is important".

doyoung raises an eyebrow, clearly judging the youngest 96 liner and the words which just escaped his lips, but he just shakes his head.

"you didn't have to do all of this.."

"it's not as drastic as what i did last year".

well, he is right, last year valentines day, niko was much more extreme and extravagant with his gift giving, it was practically a mess, all the gifts last year were so over the top, that the members almost thought he was joking when he handed them over.

but niko has always been like this, gifts like these have never been out of the ordinary for him to give.

he just enjoys giving, not so much receiving, though.

"what's that?"

"what's what?"

niko glances up, and jungwoo has his gaze focused on a card on the counter.

shit.

his eyes go wide, and he feigns nonchalantness.

"nothing" he says quickly, grabbing the card before jungwoo can get ahold of it.

the two kims exchange a glance, both clearly very confused at niko's sudden change of attitude. doyoung looks around, puzzled, and jungwoo just narrows his eyes, suspicious. "it's nothing?" the 98 liner raises an eyebrow.

"yep, nothing".

niko is horrible at pretending.

doyoung immediately sees through his lie, mostly because he can see that the card is addressed to someone, he just can't exactly determine for who, the writing is basically unintelligible from the place he's standing.

but a small giggle leaves his lips, because he has a very good idea of who it is.

"o..kay?" jungwoo is still very confused, not having caught up to the information doyoung has already found himself.

niko is quick to rip the card, throwing it away. he clears his throat, trying his best to make his now reddened cheeks unnoticeable. "anyway, um—"

almost immediately, the other derails the conversation from the prior topic, focusing on something else.

doyoung doesn't fail to take notice, and a quiet sigh leaves his lips.

jesus nikolas, just tell the boy how you feel..

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

The last mini-game is the one that caused me trouble, I got through the first two so quickly, and then that last one I either kept getting hit or running out of time 😭 I haven't been this irritated with a game in years. Now I'm where you have to set up for the three big battles and I am not looking forward to them. I was so focused on leveling up cards that I forgot some of the cards I already had fully leveled up, I didn't level up the spells at all, and I wasted all my notebooks trying to get the newer cards' spell levels as high as possible which is fine!! but I would have liked to at least have the duo unlocked for the others as well haha

[Referencing this post!]

Oh my god, the number of times Star Rogue has fucked me up should qualify it as a rage game 💀

I could consistently clear the actual course with three lives intact (though there was definitely a learning curve). but then THE BOSS got me every time 🤡 and every time it smites you, it resets all your power-ups meaning your shots are weaker it takes more time to kill the fucker…

I found it a lot more difficult to clear the first time I tried it (in JP)! Back then, I died even more than at the cursed boat mini game . _ . But I guess something just clicked when the EN version came out, because I cleared Star Rogue in like… under 5 attempts this time.

What I realized in hindsight is that it’s SO much easier to clear all the mini games when you prioritize just finishing it instead of maximizing your score. For Star Rogue, that means just getting the power-ups and focusing on avoiding things over actively going out of my way to kill everything on screen. Memorizing the bullet patterns also helps you anticipates when to move out of the way!

… Anyway, episode 6 has a ridiculous difficulty spike and I’m convinced that half of it is because of the mini games and the other half is because of the battles.

Even before 6 came out in EN, I know there was a considerable amount of people asking around for advice because they had heard about the restrictive combat from JP players. Now that 6 is out, the struggle is still there 😔 I think it’s because we tend to fixate on our favorite characters and pooling resources towards those cards rather than spreading everything out across a broad range of characters.

I think battles are doable if you have a few OP cards in all 3 teams, supplemented by a few weaker cards with mid level spells. Having Duo Magic unlocked also definitely helps if you want to kill the enemies faster than they can kill you. Do note, however, that most of the battles in episode 6 are “defense” types, meaning that as long as you survive for 5 turns you technically “win” the battle and can advance the story anyway. (I highly recommend taking healers with you! ✨)

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[nostalgia-tblr]

I finished watching that Avengers film (Avengers Assemble, as it may or may not still be titled in this region)!

First up, I must warn anyone new to the MCU via the same route as myself that THERE IS NOT A SINGLE ALLIGATOR IN THIS MOVIE. Furthermore, Loki is played by A MAN for the entire ten hours that this film runs. Though actually this isn't as disappointing as it sounds, he's probably the most entertaining character in it and if nothing else the endless fucking fight scenes usually pause for a moment or two while one of the heroes confronts him verbally. (And then the fight starts again, but it was a nice respite anyway.)

I don't know how I feel about this film because there's certainly the basis of an entertaining action-film-with-jokes in here but that film is, alas, about an hour shorter than the actual movie. I generally have a low tolerance for fight scenes and this film could be not unfairly described as one interminable fight/action scene (with occasional Loki Interludes). I hadn't even seen that much of this film via tumblr gifs already, which makes me think it's not that beloved? Many scenes were just too long, like when the Avengers were all bitching at each other (I get it already, they're fighting!) and the bit where Thor and Iron Man and then Captain Steve level a forest together went on long past the point where I was thinking "if Loki HASN'T just fucked off while they were fighting then I'm gonna assume getting captured is his actual plan" (it was!). Because srsly he must have sat there patiently waiting for them to finish, perhaps dreaming of a better life in which he was an alligator.

Anyway, they were on a flying aircraft-carrier (NOT the Valiant from Dr Who just exactly like it), and then it crashed except no it didn't, and then we were in New York and they were going to nuke the city except no they didn't. To be honest I'm not sure what the plot actually was beyond "everyone wants the MacGuffin Tesseract for some reason." I don't know why we were in Germany other than so that one German guy could spot Obvious Fascist Rantings in a movie about *checks notes* the United States assembling a force of almost unkillable fighters who act on their own authority and can do as they like because we know they're good people who will always act in the interests of America the world. (In fairness I think this alarming set-up is the plot of a later - or possibly earlier? - Captain America film that I know I've seen but remember nothing from.)

Speaking of, did they cut a bunch of stuff out about Steve America having a crisis about America and the fucked up shit it's got up to? He seemed to be having a sad about that but then he didn't any more, though I admit I could have missed him having an important epiphany of some sort during the endless, endless, endless violence. SO MUCH VIOLENCE. And I am genuinely not sure who caused more damage in the final fight hour sequence between the Bad Aliens and the Avengers. I suppose that's why they keep mentioning that battle in every following Marvel work?

AND OH YEAH PHIL DIED. Phil, who was besties with all the Avengers, even the ones he met five minutes before he died. Everyone was VERY broken up about Phil dying, and he (and some carefully-bloodied trading cards) was the spark that ignited the Avengers by dying. See, Loki's mistake was killing Phil! Killing all those other people was fine though. They didn't even have names, let alone trading cards (bloody or otherwise)!

Have I mentioned that this was quite a long film? I am trying to repeat myself a lot in this 'review' so as to evoke a feeling in the reader akin to the experience of watching people hit each other and things blow up over and over and over again. Because I am an artiste, an auteur, a very tired audience. But Steve was quite good, whether or not he had an arc, and Thor's always entertaining. Tony Stark I strongly dislike for a number of reasons. The Hulk is at least green (and Bruce's angst was weirdly relatable given that his problem is turning green on occasion). Arrows Hawkeye and the Black Widow are (I think) the Canonical M/F Pairing, having bonded together in the unspecified backstory and then further brought together by being the Avengers with the least exciting powers. (Projectile weaponry? Groundbreaking!) And somehow her outfit has a tit-window despite not having a tit-window. But don't worry, she also got called a cunt so this is THE MOST feminist film you can possibly imagine! No wonder it took everyone so long to see through Joss Whedon's bullshit!

Then it ended. At last. I did actually have a break in the New York hour of the fight scene because all the camera movements and close-up violence were making me dizzy. That wasn't fun. But I'd watch and enjoy an hour-long edit of this film, probably. The sad thing is that the interesting parts, where the camera more or less stays still for an entire shot, are likely the bits that were most cut down by the studio to allow the fight scenes room to breathe.

Also, in finishing, I would like to draw attention to this dude at the Posh People Gathering in Germany, whose collar and tie combo is APPALLING and DREADFUL and I think Loki should have murdered him for that alone.

#the avengers (mcu edition not the 60s one) #mcu tag i guess #standard-issue loki has his moments but alas they distracted us from the all-important CGI violence #i think he's gone off to be in his own series now but ALSO he's gone off to be in Thor 2: The One Everyone Slags Off #(i think that is the next film i am required to watch in this sequence?) #loki probably killed LESS people than the avengers did in this BUT most of those deaths only happened because of him so... #i still don't know wtf the tesseract (which they also called a cube) was for but to be fair to me i don't think the film itself did either? #tony and loki would DETEST each other it got that right. (but guess what the popular pairing is on ao3!) #journey into the mcu

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March roundup - Russian

And as promised in my last post, here's my Russian roundup of March!

(Anki) Russian starter deck (this one)

By now, I reviewed every card at least once! This deck is a good start. Each card presents a sentence which changes every day (so that you learn the words and not memorize the sentence). If you click on a word, you can check its definition. Plus, some cards contain grammar explanations. However, I noticed that some sentences are confusing. Sometimes because of the lack of context and sometimes because they contain difficult phrases. Even after checking the individual words and the translation of some phrases, it didn’t make sense to me. In cases like this all you can do is to memorize what this combination of words means. Anyways, I'll continue reviewing this deck.

(Anki) ru15k (this one)

I suspended all cards except for the first 1k cards to focus on them first. I'm currently reviewing 10 new cards per day. Maybe a bit low, but my main focus is reading. That's why I try to keep my daily Anki time below 30 minutes. To me, this deck is only a supplement.

(YouTube) Comprehensible Russian: Zero Beginner

I watched almost all videos from this playlist! I skipped a few videos because sometimes the audio quality is not good or the video was originally a private lesson where you hear the learner in the background (they sometimes talk in English in these videos). Sometimes she uses words I don't know yet but, overall, I can understand these videos well.

(YouTube) Comprehensible Russian: Beginner 1

I'll stay with this YouTube channel and continue with the Beginner 1 playlist. I watched 4 videos so far. They are pretty similar to the ones from the Zero Beginner playlist but the topics are a bit more complex.

Short Stories in Russian for Beginners by Olly Richards

I finished all short stories from this book! Since I started from zero I had to look up almost every word in the beginning which was hard, but I learned a lot along the way. The stories were not as exciting like a bestseller for example but there was always an interesting plot twist. They introduce many common words and repeat them regularly in their stories, which helps to get used to them. By looking up every unknown word I noticed a few small errors in the text (e.g. sometimes a wrong letter was used so when I put this word in an online dictionary it wasn't possible to find it at first). It’s not a big deal but learners should keep that in mind and be a bit cautious. (I've read the ebook version)

Short Stories in Russian for Intermediate Learners by Olly Richards

This graded reader is aimed at intermediate learners so it’s noticeably more difficult. But it’s still easier than the novel I started which is aimed at native speakers. Like with the other graded reader before, I noticed a few small errors in the text (like a wrong letter or a additional letter for example). It's not a big problem, just be a bit cautious. (I'm reading the ebook version)

Assimil (lesson 11 - 17)

I did one lesson per day in the beginning but I noticed that I had trouble with new words. After 10 lessons, I reviewed some lessons a few more times before going on. After that I decided to listen and read every lesson (at least) twice before moving on, means I listen and read a new lesson on one day and on the next day I review this lesson once more. I move on as soon as I can understand the dialogue without checking the meaning of words.

Две встречи в Париже

This book contains two stories. The first one is Медовый месяц в Париже and I finished the first chapter! This is my personal highlight from this month. I chose this book as my first novel in Russian because it contains two rather short stories. This makes it less daunting and overwhelming. I also bought the audio book. I read around one page per day. The story is interesting so far. I'm curious how it will continue.

Reading novels is very difficult at my level of course. Compared to the graded readers the used language is more complex. So I need to look up a lot of words. It's difficult but I take my time. Reading a real novel feels great and is a strong motivation!

Fit in 30 Tagen Russisch (textbook)

I bought this textbook years ago but after a few lessons I felt overwhelmed because in every lesson they introduce many new words and phrases at once and the grammar explanations were too complicated and dry. To me, textbooks like these are not very beginner friendly. (Assimil does a much better job in my opinion.) But since I bought this book I also want to use it in some way, so now I started to read the dialogues and listen to the audio. I treat it like graded readers and not like a textbook. I only use this book as additional (level appropriate) reading material.

Euronews article

News articles are very difficult at my level but I wanted to read another one because I was very interested in the topic. I looked up lots of difficult words but I also gained interesting information.

(YouTube) In Russian From Afar - Beginner Videos A1

Originally, I wanted to start with "Russian with Max" at this point but then I came across this channel and changed my plan. I like his videos for beginners more. I'll switch to "Russian with Max" when I can understand more. The videos I watched so far have Russian subtitles. I try to understand as much as I can from the video itself but if in doubt I check the subtitles.

Animal Crossing

I also started to play Animal Crossing in Russian! I loved playing AC in Japanese so I wanted to play it in Russian, too. It's surprisingly difficult for beginners. I need to look up much more words than I thought. When I played it in Japanese, my initial level was much higher so it was pretty easy to understand. That's why I was a bit surprised. XD But I think the beginning is the most difficult part of the game because they explain a lot. Later you have more freedom and it gets more relaxing. It's not easy at my level but I enjoy it a lot.

This game is great in my opinion because you can learn many words from context. Plus, by interacting with different objects and characters you'll get familiar with these words in a meaningful way. Like in my case, I quickly learned the words пала́тка (tent) and о́стров (island) because the first task in the game is to find a nice place to live on a untouched island. Once you get absorbed in a game (or book) you'll easily learn words that are important for the story or to fulfill a task in the game.

If you want to read something above your level, I recommend to use your smartphone and the Google Translate app to scan the text from the game (or book). As soon as the text is digitalized its much easier to look up words. I look up each unknown word and try to understand the sentence as best as I can. I save these texts from the game for later review. In most cases I ignore the translation from Google Translate, because I won't learn anything from relying on this translation. I learn the most if I look up unknown words and make an effort to understand the sentence myself. Only if I really can't make sense of a sentence I look at the translation for clarification.

#langblr #languagelearning #languageblr #self study #language learning #study russian #learning russian #russian novel #graded reader #animal crossing #Две встречи в Париже #Медовый месяц в Париже

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also i am sad to say that i will not be getting a ps5 due to a number of factors...the biggest one is that my girlfriend paid for the new car in full and i'm going to be paying her back instead of getting a loan with stupid interest rates, but i wouldn't be getting a ps5 later on down the line anyway because of the recent announcement that sony is considering it to be in the late stage of its life cycle and it has 13 games

thankfully rebirth will be coming to pc sometime around may and the only ps5 exclusive game i'm interested in otherwise is demon's souls so i am once again missing out on this incredible game but it's not worth spending $500 on a dead console

anyway my tax returns came and i finished paying off my cat's credit card from when she had to have emergency surgery back in 2022 so i have enough money to make larger payments on my other credit card while also being able to start establishing a proper savings fund. one of the big issues i have with my current job is just how little it pays but i feel like this would be more sustainable if i wasn't in so much debt, and the problem isn't that i'm in A Ton Of Debt but it's that i'm tired of Being in debt and the interest rates on my main credit card are stupidly high so i tend to put down at least twice what my minimum payments are to try to get them paid off faster. my girlfriend wants me to keep doing this before i start putting money towards paying her back for the car because she's not cruel and/or unusual but because i have money from my tax returns and because i'm only paying off one credit card now instead of two, it creates this brief moment of expendable income that i haven't had since i've moved to seattle

so basically i'm saying i'll finally be able to afford lies of p