#and then at the end BOOM this is why you were unsettled

[superdemon552]

See this makes for such a fun reading/listening experience. (at least it did for me) You get this unsettled “this character is DANGEROUS” feeling - without even knowing why - that perfectly enhances MBs biases against itself and other constructs. You can fall for the corporation rim propaganda without ever even hearing it.

oh my god murderbot is narrated by kevin r free thats kevin from nightvale. ive been sat here wondering why this voice was filling me with dread for the past 3 hours and it's. well. it's kevin desert bluffs.

[heliosunny]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE MEAL 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 i hope yew write more yan!phainon x reader fics in the future

Yandere! Elf Phainon x Reader

Art credit: CH203r on X Do not use this art without permission!

You are a bounty hunter in need of money, so you take on various requests. Somehow you accidentally kidnap the wrong target, but instead of being angry, he seems intrigued by you.

The job was supposed to be simple. A quick bounty, a bag of gold, and maybe a hot meal at the end of the day. But as you stared at the man bound before you, his calm expression unsettling against the flickering campfire, you had the nagging feeling that something was terribly wrong.

"What do you mean you are not Kevin? Look at this description, you're definitely him." You shoved the crumpled wanted poster in his face, pointing at the sketch of a white-haired man with sharp features.

He tilted his head slightly, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Miss…"

"Y/n L/n."

"Y/n."

"Don’t address me so casually! Answer me!"

"You see…" He gestured toward his pointed ears. "This man right here is a human being. While I’m…an elf"

Your eye twitched. Dammit. This was bad. You had wasted days tracking down this guy, only to end up with the wrong target. And now, with barely any coin left, you were in serious trouble.

As if to make matters worse, your stomach chose that moment to let out a humiliating growl.

Phainon chuckled softly. "I have an idea. How about I take you to a place full of treasure?"

Your eyes narrowed. "Why would you help me?"

His smile deepened. "Because, dear hunter, you intrigue me."

You should have known better.

Despite being an experienced bounty hunter, you found yourself struggling to keep up with Phainon as you ventured deeper into the dungeon. The elf moved effortlessly through the ruins, his magic lighting the way, effortlessly dispatching the creatures that lurked in the shadows. Meanwhile, your stamina drained at an alarming rate, your sword heavy in your grip.

"Try to keep up." he said over his shoulder, his smirk teasing.

You scowled. "You could at least pretend to struggle."

"If I did, would you feel better?"

Before you could retort, the air shifted. A dark presence loomed from within the cavern, the final challenge of the dungeon making itself known. A monstrous creature, wreathed in shadows, launched itself toward Phainon. Instinct kicked in before you could think. You threw yourself in front of him, taking the brunt of the attack.

Pain lanced through your body as you collapsed to one knee, struggling to stay upright.

"Cover your eyes" Phainon ordered, his voice uncharacteristically firm.

You barely had the strength to obey before a deafening boom erupted around you. A rush of magic swirled, and suddenly, you were no longer in the dungeon.

Instead, you found yourself in a quiet clearing, bathed in moonlight.

You blinked in confusion, your legs unsteady as Phainon steadied you with a firm grip.

"Where are all the gold you promised?" you demanded, gripping his sleeve.

"Oh, that?" He tilted his head, feigning innocence. "I forgot."

Your eye twitched. "You-"

"But instead…" He leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear. "I’ll treat you to a meal."

There was something unnerving about the way he said it, something ..possessive in the way he held onto you. Your instincts screamed at you to pull away, but you couldn’t. You were exhausted, and despite everything, the warmth of his touch was oddly comforting.

Maybe… just for tonight, you’d let your guard down.

You woke up earlier than him, the fire reduced to embers. The peaceful rise and fall of his chest was a stark contrast to the brutal elf you had seen in battle. He looked... human, in a way that made your heart twist. Without thinking, you brushed your fingers through his short white hair, a soothing gesture you weren’t sure was meant for him or yourself.

With quiet steps, you packed up your things and slipped away for another bounty hunt.

Phainon woke up moments after you left, feeling strangely refreshed, an unfamiliar clarity settling in his mind. He had never slept so well before. Something about you soothed him, and he needed to know why.

Later that day, he stood at an information booth, gathering any details he could about you. The thought of your absence sent an unshakable emptiness through him. He needed to find you.

Meanwhile, your bounty hunt led you to a hidden dungeon, one far more treacherous than you expected. Your body ached, your movements sluggish as you struggled against relentless monsters. Just when you thought your strength had run dry, a monstrous foe loomed over you, ready to strike the final blow.

A single, devastating strike obliterated the creature before it could touch you.

Phainon stood before you, bathed in a strange aura, his presence suffocating. His normally cool blue eyes glowed with something dark and unreadable.

"Even godlike creatures can bleed huh..." he murmured, voice like a whisper of death.

You stared, shaken by the raw brutality in his movements. This was no ordinary elf.

"What… are you?" you rasped, your wounds stinging.

He smiled, sharp and knowing. "You bring me peace. I wanted to test that."

Your heart pounded as realization dawned. You were an experiment to him.

Despite your fear, you reached into your pouch, pulling out a small vial of temporary medicine. "Drink this" you ordered, tossing it to him. "We’ll talk after you stop looking like a vengeful god."

To your relief, he complied, downing the liquid in one swift motion. As his aura dimmed, you grabbed his wrist, dragging him along despite your own injuries.

"Come on" you muttered. "You saved me. Now let’s get out of here before you go berserk again."

Later that night, after patching up your wounds and sharing a proper meal, you finally had a real conversation. Phainon was still his usual smug self, but for once, he wasn’t avoiding direct questions. Despite that, when you firmly refused to let him follow you as a partner, his expression darkened.

"You’re better off without me tagging along" you said. "Go find your own adventure."

Phainon smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "If that’s what you want."

You should have known better.

Even as you continued your travels, it was obvious someone was tailing you. As a hunter, you were attuned to being watched. Coins mysteriously appeared in your belongings. Pathways that should have been riddled with monsters were eerily clear. Every time you set up camp, you had the sense that someone had passed through before you. You ignored it, pretending not to notice.

Then one evening, you found him curled up near your campsite, face pale, breath labored.

You cursed under your breath. "You’re faking it."

Phainon groaned weakly. "Am I?" His eyes fluttered shut dramatically.

You sighed, dragging him closer to the fire. "Fine. Just for tonight."

As you tended to him, you finally asked "What’s your deal, really?"

Phainon smirked faintly, his voice softer than usual. "That depends. What do you want to know?"

He spoke in riddles, half-answering, half-evading. The past he revealed was fragmented, a puzzle missing its most vital pieces. He let slip details about powerful magic, about a home long abandoned, but when pressed for more, he simply smiled and changed the subject.

You should have been frustrated. But somehow, against your better judgment, you found yourself listening intently, watching the way the firelight reflected in his blue eyes.

For just one night, you allowed yourself to be curious.

Days passed, and despite your efforts to shake him off, Phainon continued his silent pursuit. You should have been annoyed, but a small part of you had grown used to his presence.

Then came the dragon.

An SSS-ranked beast, towering and relentless. Despite your skill, you were outmatched, forced to retreat as it bore down upon you. A sharp pain burned against your wrist, and in the chaos, you heard Phainon's voice.

"Now, call upon it!"

You didn’t understand, until your body moved on its own. A sigil, glowing and intricate, flared to life on your skin. Magic you had never wielded before surged through you, your blade carving through the dragon with inhuman precision. In mere moments, the once-impossible battle was over.

Panting, you turned to Phainon, who looked far too satisfied. "What… what did you do?!"

He approached, smirking. "Oh, nothing much. Just a little contract magic. You’re my partner now."

Horror settled in your chest. "You tricked me."

He tilted his head playfully. "You activated it yourself. That makes it binding."

You clenched your fists, resisting the urge to strangle him. Whatever this was, you needed to figure out how to break it.

Later that night, as Phainon slept soundly, you saw your chance. Quietly, you slipped away from the camp, making your way to the nearest information booth. Your heart pounded as you inquired about the strange sigil now marking your skin and about Phainon himself.

The answers you received chilled you to the core.

Whispers of ancient magic, forbidden contracts, and a bloodstained past surrounded his name. The sigil you bore was no ordinary mark, it was a binding far more dangerous than you had realized.

Before you could process it fully, a shadow loomed over you.

"I was hoping you'd trust me more than this" Phainon's voice was deceptively soft, yet his presence was suffocating. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

Desperation clawed at your throat. Your fingers twitched toward your weapon, but you knew it was useless. Instead, you took a slow breath and did the only thing that came to mind.

You pulled out your dagger and pressed the tip against your own skin. "Don't come any closer. I'll-"

Phainon's expression changed instantly. His amusement vanished, replaced by something raw, something you didn’t expect.

"DON'T" he said, his voice unusually strained. "You can hurt me, but don’t do that to yourself."

You hesitated. The way he said it like he had seen this before, like he had lived through it, unsettled you more than his usual antics. There was something haunted in his eyes, something broken beneath his smirk.

Still, he didn’t remove the sigil. Instead, he took a slow step forward, hands raised as if approaching a wounded animal. "Listen to me, Y/n. I can't undo it. Not yet. But I can make you accept it."

His voice was gentle, persuasive. He didn't plead, didn't force, but something in his tone wormed its way under your skin. Because despite everything, despite the lies and the trickery, you realized something terrifying.

You did feel calmer around him. Your presence soothed his mind, but was it possible that his presence had started to soothe yours, too?

You swallowed hard, lowering the dagger just slightly. "How?"

He smiled, not victorious, but relieved. "Let me show you."

He reached out slowly, his touch feather light as his fingers brushed against your wrist, just above the glowing sigil. Warmth seeped through your skin, not just from his magic, but from the steady reassurance in his gaze. "You're not alone in this, Y/n. I understand your fear. But this bond.. it's not a prison. It's protection."

You wanted to argue, to pull away, but something about the way he spoke made your resolve waver. The exhaustion from fighting, from running, from resisting, it all weighed heavily on your shoulders. Would it be so bad to surrender, just a little?

He stepped closer, his presence wrapping around you like an unseen force. "You’ve been alone for so long, haven’t you? Always fighting, always struggling. You don’t have to do that anymore. With me, you’ll never have to be alone again."

He was right. You had spent your life surviving, but never truly living. The warmth in his voice, the certainty in his promise, it was tempting.

Phainon tilted his head, watching you with a knowing smile. "Say it. Accept it. You already feel it, don’t you? The connection between us."

The words came unbidden, barely a whisper. "I... accept it."

The sigil flared brightly for a brief moment before settling, the magic no longer a foreign force but something familiar, something… comforting. A sense of belonging, of purpose, filled the void you had ignored for so long.

Phainon exhaled softly, his smile deepening as he cupped your cheek. "Good. Now, let’s go home."

[frost-queen]

🆇 🅾🆁 🅾 // part 4 (Reader x Young-il / player 001)

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Summary: Let the voting begin. What you thought would be the end, only proves how money blinded most people are. Needing to remain in the game for one more game, you find yourself at a breaking point. Comforted by those close to you. [series]

The lights dimmed. Everyone facing the ceiling as the giant piggy bank lowered. The bottom already filled with money packs. The counting of players lowering in numbers. The tube lowered dropping packs of money inside the piggy. It kept coming and coming.

Pack after pack flopping down. It made you swallow nervously at the loading money. It would be a lie to not find it tempting even if it was just for a second. You lowered your gaze finding the thought unsettling. Stomach twisting that you felt tempted for it.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you wanted the melody booming through the speakers to stop. To stop fill the piggy with money. Swiftly opening your eyes once more, you turned to look at the side. Having the uneasy feeling someone was watching you. You were right.

Young-il had lowered his gaze as well, watching you. Watching you with a seriousness you wondered if he was observing you. Observing you as a person. His eyes slightly narrowing as to why you weren’t compelled by the money like countless others.

The money stopped making you exhale relieved. There had fallen a silence within the group. The tempting money having that effect. To make everyone re-consider their motives. There wasn’t much time left to wallow in your thoughts as the doors opened.

Pink suits stepping out with the voting system. All of you got up, stepping closer to the edge of the beds. – “We just need to win the vote and we can go home.” – Gi-Hun spoke with confidence. A pink suit stepped forwards.

“Voting will begin. This time we will start with the lowest numbers going up.” – the pink suit gestured forwards. Young-il being 001 stepped forwards, gently shoving some people aside. Unsure what possessed you, you grabbed for his hand, stopping him to go on. Young-il turned around to see who had stopped him.

His expression confused and curious. – “Young-il.” – you said softly. You knew he had proclaimed to vote X this time, but somehow you wanted to be sure. His gaze was strong on you. Suddenly making you realize you were about to manipulate his decision.

Shaking your head, you let go of his hand. Young-il blinked baffled. He watched you take a step back, exhaling deep. He flattened his expression, turning to walk towards the vote. Red light illuminating his face the closer he got. You grabbed Jun-hee’s hand out of fright. For the voting would start now.

The vote that would determine if you could go home or not. The buzzer sound went off. Everyone’s attention drawn to the counting vote. X O. A one popped up underneath X making you sigh relieved. Young-il exchanged his new patch to strap to his chest. Turning around, he gestured an ‘okay’ to you. It made you smile with tears in your eyes back at him. Mouthing a ‘thank you’ to him.

Young-il stepped to the X side, hands resting behind his back. The next player stepped up Player after player went up. Seeing the numbers rise on each side. The voters thinning out as you seemed to lose all hope.

You sighed deep when it was Thanos his turn to vote. He skipped happily over to the voting. Hitting the buzzer with his nose. A count adding to the O’s. Thanos turned around, forming an O with his arms above his head. – “Let’s go O’s.” – he pointed at you, gesturing a heart sign your way. It made you look away, crossing your arms.

Thanos smiled as he started to kick his fists up in the air. – “One more game!” – he cheered out. – “One more game. One more game.” – repeating time after time to rally up the others. The one’s on the O side started to join him. Shouting One more game. They started to go crazy for it. The pink suits standing stiffly. Not moving an inch to interfere.

“Continue the voting.” – a triangle pink suit said. Thanos cheered loud before happily going over to the O’s side. The voting continued as the group of votes thinned out. At this point you barely had any faith in it. Gi-hun touched your shoulder, giving you a strengthening squeeze. It’s not over yet.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped forwards. Walking the long line towards the voting. Heart pulsating through your veins. Stopping as the red light illuminated your face. Leaving a darkening on it. You stared at the blue O and the red X buttons. You already knew which one you were going to pick. So why were you hesitating?

Looking down you noticed your hand was trembling. Shaking with nerves to determine your faith. Would the money be enough for your father’s surgery? Would you survive the next game? What if you were never able to go home?

Breathing shakily you moved your hand. Closing your eyes before pressing the button. The buzzer ringing loud in your ear. The counting going up on the X’s side. Opening your eyes once more, you joining the others on the X’s side. Waiting for the last players to finish their vote.

Gi-hun still had to vote but it was clear it was no use. The O’s were in favour. Gi-hun gave his vote as it wouldn’t change anything. The O’s were celebrating. Riveting by their victory to play another game for the money. Money drunk to have that cash in their hands.

The X’s scattered. Returning disappointed back to the beds. Some people bumped against your shoulder when you didn’t move. Lost in your own thoughts. A nauseating feeling eating away at you. Bumping against some other players going in the opposite direction, you ran for the bathrooms.

You didn’t think anyone had noticed you, yet someone had. Young-il had been watching. Staring with a curious expression back at the bathroom doors. Wondering what is going through your head. You pushed a bathroom stall open, coming to sit down on a toilet. Feet pulled up on the closed lid. Hands covering up your ears as the tears started to flood.

One more game you had to play. Not even sure if it would be your last. Your mind went to your father. If you died here that meant he would have no chance. Then you thought of your mother. If you died here she wouldn't only lose your father but you as well. Always wondering what happened to her daughter that never returned home.

The thought alone pained your heart. A heavy feeling settling on your chest. Your body unconsciously rocking itself back and forth. Feeling the heaviness boil in your chest. Rise up to your throat where a tight knot formed. Rocking yourself harder you wanted to let out a scream.

A scream that got stuck in your throat. Unable to breath properly. Needing to exhale loud to remind yourself to live. A voiceless scream creeped up, body shaking. Trembling with the sensation rushing through your veins. Gaesaekki. You felt like screaming out. Wanting to curse at yourself for putting in such a situation. Hating yourself for the pain you were putting on your parents.

The pink suits re-entered to hand out food and drinks. Everyone came standing in line to collect theirs. – “Where is Y/n?” – Jun-hee asked looking curious around whilst standing in line. Hyun-ju had just accepted her food, giving it to Dae-ho for save keeping. – “I’ll go see.” – she said taking her leave to the bathroom.

The line thinned out as it was Young-il’s turn. He accepted his food and drink. Remaining present with a hard glare. – “I need another one.” – he said. – “Only one per player.” – the pink suit circle responded. – “Give me another one.” – Young-il made himself clear. Glaring threateningly at the pink suit. The pink suit didn’t move for a moment till he obeyed. Handing him another one.

Young-il returned to the beds to wait. Hyun-ju entered the bathrooms with a knock on the door. – “Y/n…” – she said hearing soft sobs from one of the bathroom stalls. It made her swallow with concern. – “Y/n are you in here?” – she spoke louder. Hearing you sniff loud, clearly changing your position. – “I’ll be out in a minute.” – you responded.

A moment later you walked out, too shameful to show your face at her. – “Y/n…” – she said as you stood with your back at her. – “I’m alright.” – you lied, wiping your cheeks dry. Hoping it wouldn’t be too visible that you had been crying. You felt her hand drop on your shoulder, nearly bringing you back to tears.

Turning around, you threw your arms around her. Needing the comfort of her hug. Feeling the warmth of her arms going around you as well. She didn’t need to say anything, her presence being enough comfort. – “Unnie.” – you said with a loud sniff. Hyun-ju shushed you, wiping your cheeks dry. She gestured at the sink.

You washed your face, hoping to get some redness away. To cover up the signs of your crying. Hyun-ju and you returned to the main room. Glancing to your side, you saw the last of the pink suits leave. Leaving as you knew you had missed the food. Sighing soft, you could blame yourself for one thing more.

You came sitting between the others, seeing them enjoy their food. It made your stomach growl. Dae-ho returning Hyun-ju’s food to her. The smell of it already making your mouth water till. Blinking surprised at an aluminium bowl hovering in your sight. Turning your head to your generous giver. Young-il.

He gestured with the bowl at you to accept it. For a moment you could only stare at him. Stare that he had thought of you. To bring an extra set for you while you weren’t around. – “Take it.” – he said trying to sound unbothered. You accepted it looking shyly down. – “Thank you.” – you answered. Young-il waved his hand as if it was no big deal.

Grabbing the spoon you let the first bite melt in your mouth. Taking in the joy of your food. Young-il huffed, unable to hide his smile. You hummed curious when he moved his spoon over to your bowl. Giving you a piece of his meat to you. It made you stare back at him. He once again dismissed the gesture with a wave of his spoon.

Dae-ho set his empty bowl aside. – “When we get out of this, we should come together to drink Soju.” – he let out. – “Right Y/n.” – he addressed you, catching you off guard that he was addressing you. Humming surprised with the spoon in your mouth. – “Oh… sure.” – you answered having removed the spoon.

Young-il stared down at Dae-ho. – “Y/n, if you want Soju I’ll arrange it. I’ll treat you to Soju.” – he spoke nudging you. It made you quirk your eyebrow up to him. – “Are you trying to get me drunk, Young-il?” – you responded. Young-il swallowed nervously, staring blankly back at you. Unsure if you were being serious or not. It wasn’t till he saw your smile appear, he noticed you were joking.

“Ah.” – he said long adding a chuckle. Tensing his jaw feeling a bit foolish. Jung-Bae collected all the empty bowls. Dae-ho stretching his arms out with a squeal. All of you talked some more till it was time for lights out.

Lights will go out in 30 minutes. After a few more moments, you all started to wrap things up. Each heading for their own beds. You remained seated taking Young-il by his sleeve.

He looked curiously back at you. Wondering why you held him back. You pulled him back down. Moving your head closer to him. – “Thank you.” – you whispered. Leaving a caring kiss against his cheek. – “One more game, right.” – you told him.

Young-il could only nod numbly. Too stunned by your blissful kiss. You let go of him, returning to your bed. Young-il kept staring, swallowing deeply. Till the lights went out, leaving him in darkness.

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[propertyofwicked]

SECRETS part 2 - LN

lando x fewtrell!reader

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y/n was easily won over by chicken nuggets and a diet coke - a fact lando knew too well. both he and max had both spent almost hundreds on the food combo every time y/n was roped into one of their plans. whether she was lying to her parents to cover up where max had been all night, or even just being asked to hold a camera or a boom mic for a quadrant video, she was always rewarded with 6 chicken nuggets and a diet coke.

lando had in fact not included max in his late night plans, and very quickly made it known as to why.

“so, how’s uni?” he asked, warming her up for the incoming conversation, turning onto a side road and pulling the car to a stop.

“yea it’s good thanks, how’s driving?”

“could be better, i could be better,” he smiled sadly, but glad she asked about driving as she fell directly into his trap, “why did you stop coming to races?”

“lando,” she sighs his name, almost disappointed in him for even asking, “university’s a lot of work you know. i can’t fly around the world to watch you drive a car. and, i still watch the races - just from home.”

“so it’s nothing to do with me?”

“well ignoring me for a year doesn’t help your case, but no, it’s not to do with you. you know i’ll always be there when i can. when im invited,” the emphasis on invited hung like hot air in the car, and created and unsettling silence.

“lan, can i ask you a question?” she said, breaking the awkward atmosphere in the car.

“mhm, anything.”

“why did you stop talking to me? i know we’re not as close as you and max,” she adds, lando almost wincing at the mention of his best friend, “and i know you were busy being, you know, a superstar and that. but even over your break, i saw you like twice in passing.”

“im sorry y/n, honestly it wasn’t intentiona-”

“bullshit, try again norris. the truth this time.”

lando breathed in deep, as if to lock and load his next statement.

“max he, uh, he told me he’d seen some pictures of us. you remember that club in monaco?,” she nodded in response, remembering the encounter with lando that night in somewhat drunken detail, “he wasn’t happy with me. thought we had something going on behind his back. y/n when i say angry, i mean he was one step away from beating me up and then keying my car.”

“but there was nothi- i mean we weren’t d-”

“i know, i tried to tell him,” lando sighed, “he gets a bit, let’s say ‘over protective’ with you i guess. doesn’t trust me maybe? i don’t know.”

“so instead of letting me discuss it with him, you refused to acknowledge my existence for a year? yeah that’s mint, let’s do that,” she said, the sarcasm rolling off her tongue.

“i was a dick, ok - i’m sorry. but your brother is slightly terrifying when he’s angry. think he’s realised he was wrong - that’s why he let you come to the race im guessing.”

he was wrong - but was he? was max completely wrong to assume what he had? she thought the feelings were mutual but clearly lando had other ideas.

“can i drive your car?” y/n asked, smiling over to lando in the drivers seat. he’s started driving around aimlessly again, deciding to put an end to the conversation about where they stood with each other. his head whipped around to look at her, his eyebrows quirked up in a mix of confusion and immediate refusal. he wasn’t even driving one of his more expensive cars, as they all stayed in monaco. but of course, lando norris needs a high end car in every country.

“please, lan,” she said again, eyes widening in attempt to tug on his heart strings, “please. i miss driving, i haven’t driven since like, christmas since my car died and went to car heaven.”

“y/n, angel,” the nickname wasn’t something new, but it still flipped something about in her stomach, ”if anything, that makes me want to say no even more. besides, it’s automatic - you drive manual.”

“oh come on, it’s literally just a pedal for stop and go. please.”

“not tonight,” he said, looking at her to show his sad frown as if that would make her happy about the rejection, “if i get podium tomorrow, ill put some money towards getting you a new car.”

“lan, please you don’t have to do that.”

“i know i don’t have to. i want to. besides, if i get podium i think i owe my lucky charm something to show my gratitude, no?” he said. y/n knew this was an argument she wouldn’t win, so she smiled up at him, nodding slightly.

the car fell back into a silence, comfortable this time, with only the sound of lando’s music playing quietly out of the speakers, and the odd whooshing of a car driving past.

the car came to a still, the red light reflected on the their faces as they waited for the light to change.

“the stars look pretty tonight,” she said absentmindedly. y/n was never one to sit in silence without at least attempting to fill it.

“yeah, they do,” lando responded, although he wasn’t looking at the stars, moreover, he was staring directly at the light reflecting onto y/n’s face. his own mouth curling up into a smile when he saw your soft features grinning contently at the sky.

it was around 1am when y/n and lando returned to the hotel car park, casually discussing life at university and where y/n saw herself using her degree in the future.

“i think it’s better if we don’t tell max about this,” she mumbled, tilting her head to the side, catching lando’s eyes. her own eyes blinking slowly in exhaustion.

“i think so too. are you going to tell him what i said?”

“not right now. but i refuse to let him believe has any right to threaten his own friends in a bid to control my life,” she says, her body now twisted fully to face him directly.

“just,” he sighed, “dont get violent,” his hand reaching over to rest on her knee.

“me? violent? that is a bold accusation, norris.”

“y/n - i know you. just don’t be too harsh, he thought he was doing what was best.”

“thinking is always max’s downfall,” she responds with a snort. she turns her body back, arm reaching to grab the handle when lando catches her other arm, forcing her to look at him again.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“i’ll be there.”

sneaking back into a room was usually y/n’s specialty, but she’d never attempted to sneak past max before. rather, her teens were spent sneaking back into the house with max. unlocking the door and pulling the handle down, y/n pushed softly on the wood, but the creaking was so loud in the silence of their hotel room. the floor boards to her bag of clothes seemed to have a vendetta against her today too, she could’ve sworn they did not creak when she had walked across them earlier.

the bathroom tap decided to splutter loudly and spit freezing cold water down her, and the door to slide back open and allow the stream of light to fall directly on max’s face.

“y/n?” her brother groaned, “you just come back in?���

“yeah, sorry - i tried to be quiet,” she whispered back, turning the bathroom light off and stumbling gracefully through the dark room to the sofa.

“it’s 1am? you were in the gym for 3 hours?”

“erm, yeah,” her voice wavered in the lie, “i got distracted on the treadmill. tired myself out though.”

max grumbled something in response, too sleepy to say anything further.

the next morning max walked down to the hotel lobby, passing the gym in his journey for breakfast.

open 7:00 - 23:00

hang on, he thought to himself, shut at 11?

where had his sister been? she couldn’t have been in the gym till 1am, so where had she been, and why had she lied?

★ ☆ ✦ ✧ ✩ ✶

tag list: @harrysdimple05 @scopeiguess @hiireadstuff @landosgirlxoxo @natt9598 @phantomxoxo @val-writes

[trinketfairy]

Hi I'm gonna talk about Labubu's for a bit, since this is a topic related to toys and this is a toy-related Tumblr blog.

So I recently got myself a fake Labubu off of Ebay and I do really love him, and this is despite the hate that they've gotten recently. Which, in a way, I do kinda understand why people are ragging so hard on them, but the keyword is 'kinda' here.

I understand why people are so put off by seeing hoards of grown adults getting into physical fights to buy a Labubu because they just saw their favourite TikTok creator with one. I understand why people aren't too keen on Pink News creating articles cashing in on the trend. I understand how upsetting it is for there to be Dubai-fucking-Chocolate Labubus. It's absolutely unsettling seeing grown adults fall into such the obvious capitalistic trap of blind boxes, especially when you expect your peers to be a hell of a lot smarter when it comes to spotting the warning signs.

What I don't understand is how vitriolic this hatred seems to be, seemingly not knowing that The Monsters (the species of Labubu) was created by an artist, Kasing Lung, who had a set of original characters that he wanted to introduce to the world, or do know this and don't care because "popular = bad." It appears to me like people assume that these Labubu toys came out of nowhere and were made with the intention of baiting people into these capitalistic hellholes, when in reality, it has more to do with an artist's work becoming swept up and made into a fad.

Did you know that the first Labubu toyline was produced back in 2015, nearly 10 years ago, and only started to gain wider recognition when the brand started collaborating with Pop Mart? There were a good ten years where Labubu was nothing more than a humble little project that an artist took under with designer toy company How2Work. It wasn't until 2024 when a BLACKPINK member was spotted with one where their popularity boomed, and social media platforms helped to popularize the toys through this exposure. Otherwise, they were doing just fine as a niche brand with it's own loyal community before their popularity skyrocketed.

Sometimes I wonder if we're all having collective amnesia for the other countless toy fads that have swept the markets time and time again. Surely you remember Beanie Babies or Furbies? Or if you need more recent examples; fidget spinners and Squishmallows? Toy fads aren't new by any means, and neither is the idea of adults getting in on them too. If anything, I think it makes more sense for an adult to be more interested in a designer toyline like Labubu rather than a child. Doesn't mean it's healthy that we're beating each other up to get our hands on one, but this isn't a new phenomenon by any means.

I think it's good that we're encouraging each other to be critical about what we buy, especially in late-stage capitalism where our money is being funneled into the machine. We need to be especially mindful of where our money ends up in the longrun, and there's always room for improvement in that area. But I can't help but to feel a bit horrified on Lung's behalf by the idea of seeing something I created as an artistic expression being so disrespected by others because it turned into a capitalistic fad out of my control. There was genuine love and passion put into the artwork depicting The Monsters, and I wish more people remembered that. There's more to them than just being the newest fad.

I'm going to leave some of Kasing Lung's artwork here, since it's legitimately very heartwarming and whimisical, and I'm sad about what it's become. Breaks my heart to see an artist's work be watered down to nothing but a status symbol by performative people. Please also check out his website if you like his work.

[zapreportsblog]

Hi deary!!

So I'm in the mood for some angst!

Could you write about poly! Lost boys x reader who after an argument with them (why idk) is very quiet, because they told reader that their voice is annoying and complaining how annoying their voice is.

What would they do?

I was thinking a lil sexy time? (about how much they love their voice lol) if you don't do angst then just skip this part hahah

↱ fractured bonds ↰

➘ summary : the lost find themselves at odds with their mate (y/n), seems one wrong choice of words ruined that bond… or did it?

➘ the lost boys x reader , marko x paul x reader x david x dwayne

➘ a/n : had to rewrite this because I mixed up the fandoms so I do apologize for that

The winds of Santa Carla swept through the bustling boardwalk, carrying laughter and the scent of the sea. Among the vibrant crowd, (y/n) moved with a bright energy, her infectious laughter catching the attention of everyone around her. She was a burst of sunshine among the dark undercurrents of the town.

But her laughter and vivacity were not limited to her human life. The Lost Boys – Dwayne, Paul, Marko, and David – had been captivated by (y/n)'s spirit, drawn to her like moths to a flame. They were a group of vampires who roamed the night, seeking thrills and defying death.

One evening, as the moon hung heavy in the sky, (y/n) found herself at odds with her mates, their tension palpable. The topic that had ignited their disagreement was a trivial one – (y/n)'s impending transformation into a vampire. She wasn't ready for it, and the Lost Boys were growing impatient with her hesitation.

In the dimly lit lair they called home, the argument escalated into a heated exchange. Voices clashed, emotions ran high, and (y/n)'s bubbly demeanor was overshadowed by frustration.

"(Y/n), you've been a human for so long. It's time to embrace your true nature," David argued, his eyes dark and stormy.

"No, David," (y/n) retorted, her voice quivering with a mix of determination and fear. "I want to hold onto my humanity a little longer. I'm not ready to change."

Dwayne and Paul exchanged glances, tension radiating between them. Marko leaned against a wall, his arms crossed, as if waiting for the confrontation to escalate.

"Enough!" David's voice boomed, his patience at an end. "You're being stubborn, (y/n). We're not asking for much."

(Y/n)'s eyes blazed with defiance, her frustration reaching its peak. "I won't be forced into this, David. My decision is mine alone."

As the words hung in the air, a charged silence settled over the room. The atmosphere was thick with anger, each heartbeat a drumming reminder of the tension that had erupted.

In the stillness that followed, David's lips twisted into a snarl. "Shut up, (y/n)! Your voice is annoying."

A stunned hush fell upon the group, (y/n)'s eyes wide with shock. It was as if time had frozen, a chasm of hurt and resentment separating them.

And as the chapter came to an end, the words lingered in the air like an echo, a painful reminder of the fractured bond between (y/n) and David. The shadows of their disagreement stretched out, leaving their fate hanging on a precipice of uncertainty.

The days that followed the explosive argument were marked by an eerie silence that hung over the lair like a heavy fog. (Y/n) had become a mere whisper of her former self, her vibrant spirit dampened by the pain of the confrontation. Her laughter had vanished, replaced by a haunting quietness that the Lost Boys found deeply unsettling.

Dwayne, the quietest and perhaps the most empathetic of the group, was the first to truly sense the rift that had formed between them. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, he gathered Paul, Marko, and David together in the dimly lit chamber they called home.

"We need to talk," Dwayne began, his voice heavy with concern. "Something isn't right. Our bond with (y/n) is weakening."

The others exchanged worried glances, their expressions mirroring the concern that had etched itself onto Dwayne's face.

"What do you mean?" David asked, his voice laced with unease.

"It's like every day she draws further away from us, it's hurting me more," Dwayne confessed, his voice tinged with sadness. "I can feel it – the connection that once bound us is fraying."

Paul's brow furrowed, his thoughts racing. "But why? What did we do wrong?"

Dwayne's gaze shifted towards the window, his eyes distant. "I don't know, but we need to find out before it's too late."

And so, guided by their shared concern, the Lost Boys sought out Max, the charismatic owner of a local video store who seemed to hold secrets beyond what met the eye.

Sitting in Max's dimly lit office, the group spilled out their worries, their fears, and the sense of impending loss that had gripped them.

Max leaned back in his chair, studying them with a knowing expression. "The bond of a mate is both strong and fragile, my friends. It's delicate, like a glass sculpture. One wrong move, one misstep, and it can shatter completely."

"But what does that have to do with (y/n)?" Marko asked, his voice laced with desperation.

Max's gaze softened. "A mate bond is a two-way street. If the human mate begins to draw away, to feel pain and heartbreak, it can reverberate through the bond. The vampire mate begins to feel their heart hurting, and if it goes on for too long, it can lead to their own demise."

The room fell into a heavy silence, the gravity of Max's words settling over them like a shroud. The realization hit them like a tidal wave – their bond was teetering on the edge, and (y/n)'s emotional withdrawal was pushing them closer to the brink.

The lair seemed to hold its breath as the Lost Boys gathered in somber unity. Marko's suggestion to confront (y/n) had been met with a unanimous agreement, driven by their shared desire to mend the bonds that had been stretched thin. With a sense of cautious determination, they made their way to the spare bedroom where (y/n) had taken refuge.

The door creaked open, revealing (y/n) sitting on the edge of the bed, her gaze distant. The room was dimly lit, the shadows emphasizing the weight of their situation.

Marko, his voice gentle, was the first to speak. "We need to talk, (y/n). Can we come in?"

She offered a weary nod, her eyes briefly meeting his before she looked away.

Paul stepped forward, his expression a mixture of guilt and regret. "We're sorry, (y/n). We were wrong to push you into something you weren't ready for."

(Y/n) didn't respond, her silence speaking volumes about the pain she had been feeling.

Dwayne, his usually calm demeanor showing signs of vulnerability, stepped up next. "I should have intervened, (y/n). I'm sorry for not stopping it before things got out of hand."

Finally, David entered the room, his movements slow and deliberate. He knelt beside (y/n)'s bed, his gaze locked onto her downcast eyes.

"(Y/n)," he began, his voice uncharacteristically soft, "I want to apologize for my behavior. I was an ass, and I shouldn't have spoken to you that way."

Tears welled up in (y/n)'s eyes as she looked at David, a mixture of emotions swirling within her. His vulnerability touched her in ways she hadn't expected.

"I miss your voice too," she admitted, her voice catching slightly. "And I'm tired of feeling like I don't belong anymore."

David gently lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against her skin. "You do belong, (y/n). You're our mate, and we want you with us."

As the room hung in a delicate balance of vulnerability, (y/n)'s emotions began to unravel. The hurt and pain she had been carrying seemed to seep out with every touch and whispered apology.

David continued, his words sincere. "I love your voice, (y/n). I miss it. I was wrong to tell you to shut up."

The tension that had plagued the room began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of connection and understanding. The Lost Boys' apologies were like stitches threading together the frayed edges of their bond.

The sun painted the horizon with hues of gold and pink as the dawn broke over Santa Carla. Inside the lair of the Lost Boys, (y/n) awoke with a sense of tranquility she hadn't felt in days. The air was tinged with a residual warmth from the night before, a reminder of the passion they had shared.

With a lightness in her step, (y/n) moved about the lair, her cheerful spirit back in full force. Her laughter seemed to echo through the space, and the Lost Boys couldn't help but smile at the sight of her renewed energy.

As the morning progressed, the group gathered, the atmosphere charged with a sense of anticipation. (Y/n)'s cheerful demeanor had returned, and her mates exchanged knowing glances, their hearts lifted by her transformation.

Dwayne, ever the gentle soul, approached (y/n), his eyes softening as he spoke. "You seem different today, (y/n)."

Her smile widened, radiant with a newfound resolve. "I am different, Dwayne. I've made a decision."

The others leaned in, their curiosity piqued. "What decision?" Marko asked, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

(Y/n)'s gaze locked onto David's, her expression unwavering. "I'm ready. I want to be turned."

The joy that erupted in the room was palpable, a chorus of cheers and smiles that reflected their relief and happiness. Yet, David's eyes held a trace of concern.

He stepped forward, his hand offering a small bottle of blood. "Are you sure about this, (y/n)? You don't have to do it if you're not ready."

Taking the bottle from him, (y/n)'s fingers brushed against his, the connection between them sparking a sense of security. "I'm ready, David. I want this – as long as you all stay by my side."

A collective sigh of relief seemed to fill the room, a testament to the strength of their bond. The Lost Boys gathered around (y/n), their expressions a mixture of pride and affection.

"We're not going anywhere," Paul assured, his voice carrying a promise that echoed in each of their hearts.

David's gaze held an intensity that pierced through (y/n)'s soul. "We're in this together, (y/n). No matter what."

(Y/n) felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The road ahead was uncertain, the transformation she was about to undergo a step into the unknown. But she knew that as long as the Lost Boys were by her side, she could face anything that came her way with a fearless heart.

[txttletale]

could you elaborate on your thoughts on boom and 73 yards ( i agree with you i am just struggling to put into words why.)

boom was whatever. the initial conceit of the doctor being trapped and having to stay calm was really cool! i really like that. the ambulances that euthanize you if you're not deemed worthy of medical care and the tacky chatgpt hologram ghosts were both really cool ideas. it just doesn't stick the landing for me, the twists are contrived and fall apart given any thought whatsoever. like what the fuck were any of the soldiers Doing if there just straight up weren't any enemies. it's a twist that sounds cool to say more than it has any meaningful impact on the story or the stakes. i guess 'the arms manuifacturer created a fake conflict' is the intended emtional stakes there but that would hit like a hundred times harder if it was an actual conflict between two factions and people were dying, right? like if anything sending a christian militia to blow themselves up tae fuck on a nowhere planet instead of presumably killing actual living people is an improvement, surely?

also the resolution was dumb as fuck lol i am a huge hater of power of love saves the day shit not because i'm a cynical misanthrope but because it never fails to make me say 'oh so i guess nobody ever loved anybody before lol' and this is no exception like if one chatbot can shut down the whole operation beacuse he loves his daughter are we meant to believe that no other parents or hell nobody who loved anybody else for any reason died in this fake war before? it's cheap and schmaltzy and unearned. anyway the first twentyish minutes of this are all-time great doctor who and gatwa/gibson were incredible in it but it absolutely falls apart into a confused pileo f some of the worst Moffatisms at the end

73 yards on the other hand was incredible! obviously like it requires you to approach it with a different mindset to most of doctor who, right, doctor who usually furnishes you with the big explanation scnee where the doctor says 'well the ghosts were actually particle wave vectorforms created with the necros radiation from the god-king's techsceptre' or whatever--this is the usual narrative mode of sci-fi--but 73 yards is fantasy, right, this is the twilight zone, this is 'wouldn't that be fucked up?'. i interrogate the technical and logical specifics of boom so much when i think about it because that's the language boom is speaking, boom is framing itself within this logical, a-to-b worldview, the satisfying click-together puzzlebox. but 73 yards is a nightmare or a folk tale, right? kate stewart¹ says it herself, 'when faced with the inexplicable, we make up rules and apply them to it'.

so yknow reading it that way it all clicks together beautifully, right, (apart from russel t davies' embarassing swing and miss at Political Commentary in the middle. we get it davies you wrote years and years. we know. trust me we know). the doctor and ruby disrupt the binding circle, free mad jack, and are punished -- the doctor, as perpetrator, with being banished (perhaps in jack's place) and ruby with her worst fear coming true constantly, until ruby defeats mad jack, re-sealing him and fixing what she broke, at which point the circle rewards her by reversing the punishments. and the core horror i think is very effective and unsettling! the idea that there is something that someone could say to turn everyone against you, the closest people to you in your life, your own family, the institutions that are meant to deal with the exact problem you're having--that's fucking terrifying! and yknow i think especially as an autistic trans lesbian something that speaks to me a lot

so yeah. i think that boom establishes its logics and framework and then trips and falls onto its face while 73 yards does the same and then makes perfect use of them. that said i think in 20 years people who are autistic about doctor who will be like 'did you know in the 2020s there were two episodes in a row where the doctor caused the entire plot to happen by stepping on something' and thjatll be the main thing they're remembered for

[cheolaholic]

ring of love; csc (02)

summary; agreeing to join vernon spectate an underground boxing match wasn't how you'd expect to spend your friday night. you also didn't expect to see seungcheol, someone you've lost contact with for years, become a part of the ring.

modern! au • boxer! au • hhu focused • multiple kinds of tropes • fluff, angst, smut

a/n; smol update regarding taglist, unfortunately i can only tag up to 50 people in the post and i've reached the limits and is unable to tag the remaining people that signed up om the taglist which is such a shame bcs ik a lot of yall were looking forward to be on the taglist ㅠㅠ

however, i do still want to voice out my thank yous to the immense amount of support you've all given towards this fic 😭 🫶🏻

taglist at the end !

you sat in the crowd, stunned as you watched the match progress.

gone was the unsettling and/or overwhelming feeling of being at the event. instead, you felt a surge of mixed emotions.

how did seungcheol end up being a part of the match?

how did he know vernon?

had he always been in seoul?

why hadn’t he tried to reach out to you?

a loud gasp from the crowd pulled you out from your train of thoughts. as you looked at the ring, you saw seungcheol lying on the ground, a hand over his stomach - you felt a sinking feeling in your guts.

as the crowd chanted ‘get up!’, you clasped your hands together, silently chanting along with them. ‘get up..! please, get up..! choi seungcheol, get up..!’

it seems as though he’s heard you, or possibly from the chanting from the crowd that was supporting him, as he slowly got up, the crowd starting to cheer once again. you could feel your anxiety rise as seungcheol got into his stance, preparing for another round with his opponent.

“first timer, eh?”

turning your head to the side, an older man who seems to be in his 40s gave you a gentle smile.

“pardon?” you responded.

"it's your first time experiencing this, ain't it?" he repeated. nodding your head, you turned to face seungcheol who threw an uppercut towards JK, causing him to stumble back a little.

"don't worry about scoups. he always gets back on his feet. that's why he's been the champion for the past year!"

past year…? he's been doing this for a year?

before you had a chance to ask the old man any further questions, the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers.

"and the winner is - scoups!"

the crowd erupted in cheers, accompanied with a loud applause as scoups and JK were escorted out of the ring, a text from vernon lit up your screen.

vrrnonie: come on back

vrrnonie: i'll introduce you ;D

when you got to the back, it took you ten minutes to argue with the bouncers before vernon showed up to vouch for you.

"she's with me boys, don't worry 'bout it!"

walking beside vernon as you both walked towards the waiting rooms, your nose scrunched up at the smell of sweat and body odor invading your nostrils.

"vernon, how long have you known these people?" you asked, the statement the old man made still lingering at the back of your mind.

if seungcheol had been doing underground for the past year, that meant he either knew vernon before or after he got in.

at least that's what you assumed.

"hmm, i knew mingyu first since we're in the same major!" he answered, "though, he's a year older than me, but we share a few classes together. then, he asked me if i've ever been to underground boxing matches and that's how i came to know wonwoo and coups hyung."

nodding your head, he stops in front of a door with a hanging sign that wrote "SCOUPS". just as vernon was about to open the door, whoever was on the other side decided to open it first, startling you.

standing in front of you was a tall muscular male - his skin was a nice tan and reminds you of a puppy with his curled locks.

you blink once. then twice.

what the hell is pledis' top model, kim mingyu, doing here?

it took you a few minutes to put two and two together - top model kim mingyu, is friends and in the same major as vernon.

"where’d you disappear off to, bro?" mingyu asked, sounding worried.

"sorry, man. went to pick up a friend," pointing to you, it was then mingyu noticed your presence.

"oh, hi!" he greeted, stepping aside and motioned you to enter the waiting room, "come on in, girlie~"

taking a step into the waiting room, you look around, hoping to find seungcheol but to no avail. as if he had read your mind, vernon asked where he was.

"he went to the toilet to freshen up," mingyu answered, "wonwoo hyung went with him. so, who's your pretty friend?"

reaching out a hand to the model, who gladly shook it, you introduced yourself.

"i'm lee ___, vernon's frie-"

"-bestie," said boy corrected, giving you a goofy smile when you side-eyed him, "the day you accepted my coke and made that comment on my outfit, you've signed an invisible contract to be my bestie for life!"

"ah, so you're the poor girl who has to deal with his ass when he isn't with us," mingyu commented, earning a laugh from you as vernon whined.

30 minutes go by and you find yourself enjoying the conversation you're exchanging with mingyu. you found out his father owns a famous art gallery while his mother works as a model (you've seen her a few magazines and it amazes you how she doesn't look like she's aged one bit). his parents want him to follow in a similar career choice as they do, which is why he took up art as a college major; and took modeling as a part time job.

you were extremely invested in conversing with mingyu, you don't realise two other people entering the room until-

"...pup?"

whipping your head around at the nickname, you felt your heart in your throat as the air got knocked out of your lungs.

there he stood, right in the flesh.

it felt like a fever dream.

"pup, is that you?" seungcheol asked, taking cautious steps towards you; his eyes full of hope.

when he's finally stood right in front of you, his body towering over yours, your breathing quickened and your heart thumping so loud you could hear it. seungcheol cups your face in his shaking hands, as if he couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing; as if they were deceiving him (and honestly, so did you).

"...cheollie..?"

your voice came out quieter than you expected, but he heard it.

a wide grin spread across his face as he heard that oh-so-familiar nickname, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

"it really is you! oh my god, i can't believe you're here!"

you were stunned, frozen in place. thankfully, you weren't the only one as you noticed vernon, mingyu and a male who's wearing glasses, which you assumed to be wonwoo, watching you and seungcheol with both amusement and confusion evident on their face.

"you two… know each other?" vernon asks.

"ah-" pulling away from the hug, seungcheol steps aside as he wraps an arm around your waist, the action that has your heart thump harder against your ribcage, "boys, this is ___. she and i go way back."

vrrnonie: i can't believe you knew coups hyung

vrrnonie: and didn't tell me

vrrnonie: i feel so betrayed

vrrnonie: i thought we were besties

traitor 💔: BITCH

traitor 💔: I DIDN'T KNOW CHEOL WAS SCOUPS

traitor 💔: HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW

vrrnonie: …

vrrnonie: okay, fair enough

vrrnonie: but how come you've never mentioned him tho?

vrrnonie: he said you both went way back

vrrnonie: yet i never heard you talk about him

traitor 💔: you never mentioned about him before too asshole

traitor 💔: you only brought him up TODAY

traitor 💔: technically yesterday

traitor 💔: yea, the stage name sounded familiar

traitor 💔: but how was i supposed to know it was the same cheol

vrrnonie: you should've majored in law instead lmao

vrrnonie: but yea, fair point

vrrnonie: but still tho

vrrnonie: when he said way back

vrrnonie: how far back did he mean?

traitor 💔: can we not talk abt this

traitor 💔: i'll tell you when i feel like it

traitor 💔: but really, i just don't want to think abt it

vrrnonie: yes ma'am

vrrnonie: you must be tired after that tho

vrrnonie: get some rest, bbg <3

traitor 💔: vernon wtf

vrrnonie: hehe

vrrnonie: but fr tho, get some rest

vrrnonie: tonight definitely exhausted you

vrrnonie: see ya on monday

letting out a sigh you set your phone down, staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom - replaying the encounter repeatedly in your mind.

how long has it been since that day? the day your teenage love-struck heart got shattered into pieces?

you don't even remember.

you were about to close your eyes, a not so brilliant plan into trying to sleep the feelings away and deal with it in the morning, when your phone chimed.

unknown number: hey, pup

unknown number: i got your number from vernon

unknown number: it's me, cheol

you stared at the texts, unsure of what to reply.

you do, however, hit up the boy who gave out your number.

ma bestie 💅🏻: YOU GAVE HIM MY NUMBER???

vrrnonie: yea?

vrrnonie: oh shit

vrrnonie: was i not supposed to?

ma bestie 💅🏻: nono

ma bestie 💅🏻: it's just

ma bestie 💅🏻: i'd appreciate it if you'd let me know you gave him my number

vrrnonie: ah-

vrrninie: sorry bout that

ma bestie 💅🏻: it's okay

you received a few more texts from seungcheol, but you've decided to leave it up to morning or future you to deal with. part of you felt bad for ignoring his texts, mainly because you haven't seen him in years; and as he's currently making an effort to reconnect, your plan is to ghost him (at least until you're ready to face him).

another part of you felt as though he deserved the treatment. it may seem childish and petty, but you kept trying to justify it by telling yourself that he went on for years without talking to you; surely he’s able to handle a few hours of the same situation.

but as minutes go by of tossing and turning, the blinking notification light of your phone eventually gets the best of you.

cheollie: i know it’s been years since we last saw each other

cheollie: i was wondering if you wanted to meet up this weekend?

cheollie: for lunch, dinner, anything?

cheollie: to catch up and well, explain myself

sweet pup: hey

sweet pup: uhm, it’s currently 2am

sweet pup: so i don’t think lunch is an option

sweet pup: dinner sounds good tho!

cheollie: ah yea, sorry for texting quite late

cheollie: but i couldn’t help myself and you know how i am

cheollie: dinner it is!

cheollie: we’ll figure more of this out later in the morning, okay?

sweet pup: sure thing, cheollie

cheollie: get some rest, pup

cheollie: wouldn’t want you falling sick or be too tired for tomorrow <;/3

sweet pup: i could say the same for you

sweet pup: you must be tired from the match

cheollie: goodnight pup

sweet pup: goodnight cheol

you set your phone aside, rolling onto your side as you made another attempt to fall asleep. but with the anxious feeling pooling in your gut as your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, that was proven to be giving you a hard time.

that’s how you ended up on the floor of your living room, back leaning against the couch as a random netlfix series played while you drank your third bottle of soju.

sure, it was a bad idea and you knew you’d wake up with a killer hangover.

but, in the end, you managed to finally sleep - albeit it being on your couch.

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[xxlady-lunaxx]

My motivation for writing has simply slipped away but my ideas are flowing so here is a Rengiyuu one I came up with at 2am that I wanted to share if you possibly would what to use 😭🙏

just some little silly idea thing :3

Alright, so Giyuu and Kyojuro's FIRST co-mission together, probably some time when taking a break while traveling, In all of Kyojuro's pride, he blatantly (yet flamboyantly) exclaims, "Tomioka! Why do you dislike me?" Giyuu would look at him confused, before awkwardly replying with a, "...'dislike' is a strong word." Kyojuro would definitely laugh, "Aha! But you didn't deny your resentment!"

(THIS IS THE PART WHERE INNER ME SQUEALS) Giyuu scratches the back of his neck, looking to the ground unable to meet Kyojuro's gaze as he admits, "You're too... bright. And too warm. It's an unsettling feeling i'm not used to. It creates emotions i'm not used to. I suppose that's why I find it difficult to speak with you."

BOOM SHAKALAKAH YES GOD i miss my wife sonic

Did i just crash out over my own idea? Yes. Am i going to share it with someone one else to attempt to keep this SPARK (pun intended) alive since my motivation is nonexistent? Also Yes.

I entrust you with my two cents.

:3

nooo don’t entrust me with this beautiful idea my writing motivation is fucked i haven’t written properly in ages :((( ok anyway ill try something with this mwahmwah // im too lazy to try and rephrase what u wrote so ill js copy ur dialogue

For a while now Kyojuro had noticed how a certain pillar (Giyuu) had been conspicuously NOT talking to him. Just something about the way he so blatantly avoided Kyojuro piqued his interest—it wasn’t as if he were a stranger to getting odd looks (often because of his hair, or maybe because he spoke loudly), and he didn’t really expect to get along with every Hashira, especially considering he’d only recently joined. But Giyuu was avoiding him, not just being unsocial, as was previously warned by some of their fellow coworkers. So, naturally, on their following (read: first) joint mission, he confronted Giyuu about it.

Never dance around a topic or sugar coat it when such things would likely cause misunderstandings, Kyojuro had learned, so as they headed towards their destination, he placed the question on the table raw, paired with a smile so Giyuu didn’t feel pressured. “Tomioka-san! Why do you dislike me?”

Mildly surprised by the question, and how easily it was delivered, Giyuu paused, eyebrows quirking up. Then, uneasily, he murmured (in his usual quiet voice that always had Kyojuro leaning in to hear), “‘Dislike’ is… a strong word.”

“Ah but—you didn’t deny your resentment!” Kyojuro said joyfully, lips dancing in a wide smile. He waited for a reply patiently, watching his coworker struggle for a moment.

“You’re too… bright,” Giyuu admitted, gazing pointedly at the ground as he mused over it. “And— And too warm, it creates unsettling feelings that I’m not used to. Emotions I’m not sure what to do with. I suppose that’s why I find it difficult to speak to you.”

He sounded reluctant to say it, what with how his voice quieted even more towards the end. Kyojuro’s surprised—pleasantly so—and his smile faltered, eyebrows lifting.

“Is that so?” he asked louder than he intended, and Giyuu’s eyes flit back up to his with a nod. Then Kyojuro smiles again, inexplicably proud of himself. “Does me being ‘warm’ relate to me being the Flame Hashira?”

That earns something of amusement to flicker through Giyuu’s expression. “Does it?” he counters, then turns in the road to inspect something.

Kyojuro joins him, turning Giyuu’s words in his head. Unsettling feelings, hm?

icrashedicantthinkofanythingtoaddandimtired

[lamemaster]

Loving the Maelstrom

Pairing: Maedhros x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Perks of marrying a writer. Nelyafinwe pov.

AN: Istg I get the most random ideas while working out.

Curvo bounced the fussing Tyelpe in his arms, his brow furrowed in concern. "What's wrong with her?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Maitimo sighed for the what felt like the hundredth time that evening. He glanced across the room at you, your face lit by the flickering firelight. A vicious smirk was etched upon your lips, your eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity as you stared into some unseen distance. "She's writing a villainess," he muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else.

The murmur seemed to quench everyone's curiosity, at least momentarily. Except for Tyelkormo, who perked up at the revelation. "A villainess?" he echoed, his eyes wide with fascination. "Is that why Kano's been playing such… ominous tunes lately?" he asked, directing his question towards a very tired-looking Nelyafinwe.

Before Nelyafinwe could muster a reply, Moryo, ever the impatient one, interjected. "Makalaure, for the love of Illuvatar, can we please have a normal tune?" he pleaded, his voice laced with exasperation

Both you and Kano paused for a fleeting second. Your minds snapped into the present world before grinning widely and Kano launched into another melancholy somber tune. This time, accompanied by your booming evil laughter. 

Such perhaps was the fate of loving a writer. He had known it well as Kano’s brother. A songwriter and musician's angst was familiar to Maitimo. And yours was similar yet, so achingly different.

Where Kano’s music seldom bled into his life, your words lingered in a pervasive presence. The angst of separated lovers, fervor of a brewing war, or the grit of a dwindling hero, you were lost in your worlds even before Maitimo met you. 

And when he did meet you, he also met your worlds. Gay, morose, bleak, grand, your worlds were his now. Your character settled into his thoughts. And sometimes, they carried a part of him or his family. Small fragments of your life that bled into your worlds. 

He liked your never-ending ramblings about a crooked character or exceptionally hard-to-write down plot. And he witnessed your fall into the world who possessed your mind and heart. 

Despite the differences in art, you and Kano were inseparable in the creation of art. His tunes often rang out from your and Maitimo’s home as you scribbled away another tale. While Kano’s music was given a direction of melodies from the stories you wove into the tunes he tinkered around with. 

And this was the rare occasion where both you and his brother were taken by a story so bewitching that from the strums of Kano’s harp to the rouge of your lips- all was tainted with a lingering shade of sinister. 

It had been a week since your robes had been swapped for uncanny dark silken gowns, very much not your usual choice of color, your nails were painted a hue darker almost bloodlike. Even the decor of your study had shifted ambiance similar to that of the Maiar of Namo.

On several occasions, Maitimo had seen you stir your dinner with a smile so venomous that he sniffed his food twice before eating it. 

You donned a gait so seductive that he, almost was tempted to discard the weekly family dinner with his parents. Yet, despite the unease that gnawed at him, Maitimo couldn't deny the jolt of excitement that shot through him when your newly painted nails, tipped with a crimson that seemed to mock innocence, brushed against his arm.

“I just hope sister-in-law and Kano are not going down the Mairon route of life.” Curufin’s words brought Maitimo back to the present. 

The dinner had ended surprisingly well. Kano’s company had perhaps allowed you to shed the world that captivated you these days for a few moments. You were back to your normal self smiling by his side. Helping his mother and brothers set up the dinner table as twins climbed all over Maitimo.

It was only later in the night when his breath shuddered. He gasped as your lips ghosted over his ears. Filthy words spoken without a care of the oddly lonely alley on the way back to your home. Words so daringly sacrilegious that they would have sent a Vanya to the halls of Irmo. 

Maitimo however, was nothing if not immune to the intricacies of your play and definitely not a faint-hearted Vanya. Pulling you closer in his arms, he indulged your little world. Tracing the shape of your lips with his fingers, he kissed you with a wicked smile. 

Nelyafinwe loved every part of you. Even the fucking crazy ones. 

(This one definitely more than the angsty lovers)

[littlecakeclub]

One Piece reading log (chap 1140-1154) — Gunko supremacy & Loki heartbreaks

Yes, I like binge-reading multiple chapters at once, so I often wait a few months before diving back in 😅. So these are my messy live reactions. No grand theories, just raw thoughts from last night’s read, unspoiled by online takes. From Luffy vs Gabban to the ongoing flashback, here we go.

Gabban, Roger's legacy

Gabban is chaos incarnate. His fight with Luffy was so dumb I couldn’t stop laughing—and then, after crashing dramatically, he wakes up just to flex that he was Roger’s number two (not number three). I was DONE 😂

Apparently, he used to be a huge perv before settling down with Ripley—and Shanks roasts him about it without mercy 😭✨ I also love how unironically proud he is of his son Koron. Man’s a disaster but a devoted dad.

Shanks want Gabban to “trust Luffy”? Trust him with what? He told Gabban to see him before leaving... see him for the thing he wanted Gabban to trust him with? Or something else? Was it about Loki?

Then also, Gabban yells at Zoro for not supporting Luffy because he doesn't know he has Haki. And of course, Zoro gets all triggered xD. Iconic behavior all around.

Gunko supremacy

Let’s be honest: I thought Loki would be my fave this arc, but Gunko stole the show. She’s mysterious, powerful, and deeply unsettling. She says she is afraid of Nika? WHY? 😭 Then she loves the New World song, and when one of the Saints asks if it’s because she doesn’t like the current world… it got me intrigued. And now she's channeling Imu?? I was already intrigued—now I’m obsessed.

Oh, and speaking of Gunko… BROOK HAS A DAUGHTER?? Or he knew her when she was a child?? WHO IS THIS MAN?? What is he hiding?? His moment refusing Gunko was so stylish, I adored it. But now I need to know more about their shared past.

Imu is here ??

Is this how Imu influences the world—by possessing or controlling people like Gunko? We learn the Celestial Dragons are anticipating a world war (because of Imu? Or because Nika has reappeared?), and they want the giants on their side.

Apparently, Imu also uses an incredibly powerful form of Haki... and I cannot wait to see more.

This also seems to be the source of Broggy and Dorry’s demonic transformation. If that’s true… is that how Loki ended up killing his father without even realizing it? Did Imu twist his will somehow? Is Loki a puppet too? Or did he control the rest of the giants and everyone accused Loki ?

Loki’s trauma and heartbreak

Okay, but Loki’s story??? DESTROYED ME.

From the moment he appears, you can feel the weight of his past. It's cute that he idolizes Edward Newgate 🥹

Then the flashbacks start. And oh no. Turns out Herald, his father, was assassinated by demon-possessed giants—but not by Loki (I think). The twist? The old Jarl knew the truth. Or maybe… he forgot? Because of that sword in his head? (Which, by the way, is such a badass visual.)

Harald was kind of an ass when he was younger. And Astrid—the woman he ended up marrying—was shallow and superstitious. Meanwhile, Ida, the smart, assertive woman who puts him in his place (my favorite trope), had real chemistry with him. They had something. But yeah, sadly, he married the wrong person.

And Astrid ended up being Loki's mother. She hated him. Spread lies about him. He was beaten, unloved, bruised—literally and emotionally. Even though Harald accepted him, he still neglected his son.

Also: baby Loki is basically Superman. Strong, isolated, rejected. Ida trying to help Hajrudin see him as a brother? 🥺 I can’t. And I know we’re not done with his backstory yet. I’m already wrecked.

Lore (aka Oda doing Oda things)

This arc is rich. SO rich.

Gunko drops that the world was meant to disappear, but some people realized and tried to warn others. And boom—Vegapunk, Olvia (Robin’s mom), and Professor Clover from Ohara show up in a flashback panel 👀

Also, the mention of Galleyra, a legendary shipbuilding crew (callback to Galley-La from Water 7?), who were captured by the World Government ages ago. Could they be connected to that massive mural from the earlier chapters?

And a 3000-year-old construction in Elbaf... how did that even get there? How is it linked to the mural ?

This arc’s lore is delicious. I’m probably forgetting things because there’s just so much.

Chaotic Straw Hat energy

It’s been so long since the whole crew interacted like this—and it warmed my heart.

Jinbei being super useful—putting out the fire, saving the kids—and then Usopp, Nami, and Brook hyping him up like cheerleaders? Adorable.

Gabban jumping head-first into danger while Chopper just goes “I guess I follow??” had me laughing.

Luffy and Loki having a barbecue while the world literally burns? Peak Straw Hat behavior™. Loki getting burned by Luffy while he’s just trying to feed him (lol). And Luffy casually asking him to join the crew (yay!!)… only for Zoro and Sanji to go “NOPE” in sync 😂

Brook cracked me up this entire arc. The village is attacked by a draugar and he gets personally offended like “he’s copying me!” 💀 He’s really living his best life.

Robin defending Elbaf, Saul, the children, and the freaking library was such a powerful full circle moment. I got chills.

And then there's Sanji… oh my boy 😭 I really wished he’d awaken Conqueror’s Haki. But Zoro getting it? Yeah, it was well foreshadowed. Still, seeing Sanji insisting like had me laughing and a bit sad for him too!

Cover Story Gems

Meanwhile, Yamato just living their best slice-of-life post-Wano? 💖 WELL DESERVED.

Ulti from Wano is now working under Yamato?! I loved her goofy obsession with her “oniichan”, so I’m really curious about their dynamic.

Random Chaos

We also get a flashback of Gabban and Shanks just vibing, where Shanks says he wanted a chill life with Buggy 😭 My weird besties.

The idea that Imu has wanted Elbaf for YEARS… so why only now? Is it because Nika appeared?

There’s a shadowy group of all-black giants giving orders to young Harald—who are they?

Who is Mosa and why am I so invested in his friendship with Loki??

The giants fearing “mom incarnate” LMAO.

Ripley and Gabban… how do they have sex? I STILL HAVE QUESTIONS XD

Shanks met Herald in Mariejois?? What for? Was he trying to warn him? There's so much mystery still.

Loki wanting to die??? Noooo my heart T.T

We saw YOUNG ROCKS in the scans!!! YES. So this is how Loki meets Edward Newgate ! And Rocks is Teach's father !!!??? the fuck ?

That was me screaming and sobbing and laughing through chapters 1140 to 1154. This arc is so good. The mix of lore, emotion, humor, and absolute mess is pure One Piece gold.

[nirikeehan]

Meira & Viago and a few from most beautiful words: becoming, brood, elixir!

Becoming - Attractive Brood - To think alone Elixir - A good potion

So I also decided to combine this one with a couple more prompts - Unusual Encounters for @viagoweek and this prompt from @theluckywizard

I'm sorry this bit really just came in at the end but I had hit 5k and I was like, if I let Lucanis and Viago bicker it's going to be 5k more. One day I'll finish this and have a respectable conclusion but this is how we're rolling tonight lol.

Anyway for @dadrunkwriting too if you please!

WC: 5063

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In the foyer of the House De Riva manse hung a formidable portrait. Meira couldn’t stop staring. In it, a tall, lanky man with tousled black hair and piercing blue eyes stood in a stiff collar and indigo samite. He held a human skull one gloved hand; the other gripped the silver handle of a walking stick. His mouth was a straight, solemn line — but one eyebrow quirked upward, giving him the slightest air of mischief.

“No matter where I stand, I feel like he’s watching me,” Meira stage-whispered, disconcerted. 

Lucanis looked up from the other end of the foyer. He had been pacing its length like a caged tiger since they’d arrived. He gazed scornfully up at the portrait. 

“His shoulders aren’t as broad in real life,” Lucanis said, his lip curling. 

“Hang on.” Meira pointed. “That’s Viago de Riva?” 

“A representation, yes.” Lucanis resumed his stalking. He had been agitated since they’d stepped foot in the Fifth Talon’s city estate, and his nervous energy was bleeding into her. She wanted to get in his way to calm him down, but he’d probably just go around her, like a colony of marching ants. “When we get in there, allow me to do the talking, all right?”

“Er. Of course.” Meira wondered why he thought she might do anything else. They were here as agents of the Divine, sure, but Lucanis had the standing with the Crows. She might as well have been someone who wandered in off the street. 

“I assumed it would be the person who founded the house,” Meira mused, tilting her head at the giant portrait in its gilded frame. “Why’s he holding a skull?”

“Why does Viago do anything?” Lucanis complained. “To be dramatic.” 

Meira snorted. “It’s a wonder you two don’t get on better.” 

Lucanis shot her a withering look. “You do not understand. He is a vile man down to his very soul. All he cares about are his poisons and being right, even though he’s rarely blessed by the latter. Did you know he’s the bastard son of the king?” 

“I think you’ve mentioned it, yeah.” Meira looked around. Thankfully, the checkered marble halls were deserted. The slander Lucanis was spewing about the head of its house fell only on the ears of the statues that lined the pillared corridors. At least he’s doing it in Common, she thought. Although there was no guarantee anyone who might overhear didn’t speak Common as one of many languages; they were an international assassin’s league, after all. Meira’s nerves spiked. 

“House de Riva is known as the House of Bastards,” Lucanis continued at the same high volume. “In the old days, people used to leave their babies birthed out of wedlock by the docks where the River Salle meets the bay. ‘De Riva,’ you see?”

“Um, yes,” Meira said, trying to sort how to tell him now was probably not the time for a linguistic lesson. 

“Eventually, someone got the bright idea that it would be lucrative to train these orphan bastards into assassins. And then boom.” Lucanis clapped his hands together. “House de Riva was born. It’s still the only House that will accept bastards for free, no questions asked — even royal ones like Viago.” 

“That’s really fascinating. Hey, er, why don’t we go out into the courtyard?” Meira asked brightly. “And you can tell me more.” It was less likely someone would overhear out there, right? 

Meira steered Lucanis out from under the unsettling gaze of Viago’s portrait and through the open door that led to a small inner courtyard. In the center stood a bubbling fountain, surrounded by green shrubs. Stone benches lined the space under beige brick and stone-laden pillars. Meira picked a patch of sun near the door, so that if any servants came looking for them, they’d be easily spotted. The day was stretching into mid-morning, and the air out here was pleasantly warm. Meira had always known Antiva to have a temperate climate, but this was her first sustained visit. So far Salle had proved lovely despite the winter season. Apparently it often rained this time of year, but they’d gotten lucky. 

Meira leaned against the pillar and crossed her arms, too nervous to sit. Lucanis perched on the edge of a bench beside her. He glared at the mural of Andraste, flanked by her companions Shartan and Hessarian, that adorned the archway on the courtyard’s far wall. 

“I’m surprised Viago hasn’t had that painted over,” he grumbled. “He’s not what you’d call a pious man.” 

Meira squinted at the mural and guessed it probably pre-dated Viago’s birth by roughly five hundred years. “So he was born here, then? Into the House of—” She caught herself. “Er, House de Riva?” 

Lucanis laughed wryly. “No, no, no, no. He grew up in Antiva City, where King Fulgeno’s concubines are usually kept. He didn’t join the Crows until he was already grown. That’s very rare. But when the King says jump — do you understand?”

Meira thought perhaps she was starting to. “So House de Riva had to accept him?” 

“Exactly.” Lucanis scowled. “And then he took over the place.”  

Meira thought she caught a touch of envy amid the contempt in his voice. Though not for Viago’s position itself, she suspected — rather, that Viago might have maneuvered so freely within the Crows’ structure to begin with. It was something she’d noticed in both Lucanis and his cousin Illario: their veneration for traditional practices within the Crows went deep. Lucanis would hate having this pointed out, as he’d publicly eschewed the Crows to serve in Divine Victoria’s Aviary. 

Meira contemplated how to break this to him gently. As she did, a servant in a dark blue doublet arrived, the sigil of twin silver adders of House de Riva sewn onto his breast. “Master Lucanis Dellamorte?” he asked in lyrical Antivan. “Master Viago regretfully says he cannot see you at the moment.” 

Meira raised her eyebrows, wondering if she’d understood him right. She looked to Lucanis and decided that she must have — his expression had gone lethally blank. 

“Tell him it’s important,” he shot back.

“Ah. I did already say so.”

“Ask him again.” Lucanis stood, and Meira knew it was not a coincidence that his coat opened in the process, flashing the several knives he had strapped to him.

“I’m sorry, Master Lucanis, but he was very firm.” The servant turned to Meira. “Signorina Meira? Master Viago said he would speak with you.” He glanced nervously at Lucanis. “Alone.” 

“Me?” Meira cried. She was so surprised the rest of her Antivan vocabulary fled, leaving her scrambling. 

Lucanis was quick to fill the gap. “Absolutely not,” he spat, looming over Meira’s shoulder and glaring at the servant. “I go with her. This is non-negotiable.” 

“H-he said not to let you in,” the servant said, sweat breaking out on his brow. “On pain of death.” 

Lucanis glowered. “I’ll show him the pain of death.” 

“Lucanis.” Meira put a hand on his arm. She lowered her voice and stood on tiptoes to speak in his ear. She switched back to the common tongue; though she had no idea how much the servant could understand, it was better than grasping for words she barely remembered. “It’s fine. I’ll do it. You said he’s the only one who can supply us with what we need, right?” 

“That is beside the point,” Lucanis hissed back, his accent coming thicker with anger. “He is doing this to toy with me. I will not allow you to be used as a pawn in his stupid games.” 

The servant stood before them, watching their exchange like a volley match, a polite smile plastered on his face. 

“Master Viago does not like to be kept waiting,” he said nervously. 

Lucanis sneered. “Master Viago can shove his walking stick right up his—”

“I will come with you,” Meira announced in Antivan. She looked plaintively at the servant, hoping she’d got the words in the correct order. 

He looked like he could kiss her from relief. She was pretty sure he muttered, “Thank Andraste,” under his breath. He cleared his throat and ushered her into the foyer. “Right this way, Signorina Meira!” 

Lucanis followed them out like a menacing shadow. They stopped at the foot of the grand staircase so that the servant and his fellow attendant could request she remove any weapons on her person. While Meira unhooked her dagger’s sheath from her thigh, Lucanis stood by and dispensed warnings in Common. 

“Don’t accept any proposal Viago may have, in word and especially not in writing,” he said. “Do not touch any surface without gloves on.” Lucanis pulled a pair out of his coat and gave it to her. “Don’t look too closely at the snakes. They are very sad.” 

Meira clutched the gloves in one hand and cried, “The snakes?” 

“And whatever you do, don’t agree to suck on anything for him.” 

“I’m sorry, what?” Meira demanded, but the nervous servant was trying to coax her up the marble staircase. 

Lucanis whirled on his heels and stormed toward the front door, knocking aside another attendant who was offering him to take a seat. “I’ll be right there,” he called as the door banged shut behind him. 

“Are you ready, Signorina?” asked the servant at her elbow in Antivan, his smile tremulous.

Meira let out a heavy breath. “Did you understand what he was saying?” 

“I don’t speak much Common, Signorina, begging your pardon.” 

“Right.” Meira looked at the gloves. They seemed to be exactly her size, though she had never seen them before. She wasn’t sure if she ought to be endeared or concerned by Lucanis’s foresight. She shoved them into the pocket of her trousers and tried to summon her best Antivan. “I hope he, ah, isn’t often this bad?” 

“Oh,” the servant responded cheerfully, leading her up the stairs, “Master Lucanis is quite civile today, in fact.” 

“Civile?” Meira repeated uncertainly. “You mean… nice?” 

“Yes! Nice. Very kind. Sometimes he arrives in a foul mood.” 

“That was him being kind?” Meira marveled. 

She followed him up the stairs, surrounded by painted frescos and vaulted ceilings and busts carved from marble that looked like they cost more than her father’s keep in Nevarra. Meira wrung her hands as they continued down a hallway, its leaded windows open and looking down upon the open hair courtyard below. “So, do… you have a name?” 

The servant paused. “You may call me Paolo, Signorina.” 

Paolo! Meira considered telling him that was the name of the Antivan Crow in her favorite adventure novel, but considering Lucanis’s disdainful reaction to it, maybe it was better not to. 

“Paolo, um…” Meira struggled to phrase her question correctly. “Do you know how best to talk to Master Viago?” 

Paolo paused and turned to look at her, not unkindly. He reached out and pulled a stray thread off her tunic, and nodded once. “Just stay on his good side, and you will be all right.” 

His good side. Okay. So… which side was that?  

She thought about trying to ask, but Paolo turned another corner and stopped in front of a door inlaid with clouded glass. The word inscribed on the glass read in Antivan: Laboratory. 

Meira swallowed hard. She’d heard, of course, that Viago was a master poisoner. That was sort of his whole thing and the reason why she and Lucanis had traveled all the way to Salle. “He doesn’t, ah… want to meet in an office? By… any chance?” 

Paolo blinked. “Master Viago is very busy.” 

“Right,” Meira grumbled under her breath. 

He knocked demurely on the door. There was a rapid fire back and forth in Antivan between Paolo and someone inside that Meira couldn’t catch. Then Paolo flung the door open and stepped aside for her. He declared, “Signorina Meira Van Morovich of Cumberland.” 

Unsure of what else to do, Meira charged inside. She stopped just beyond the door, her eyes widening. She’d never properly seen a laboratory, she realized. Long tables dominated the space, cluttered with glassware, vials, small oil lamps and fancy contraptions like alembics and microscopes. Dried herbs hung from racks, and the entire far wall was taken up by a fireplace with a large hood. Wash basins dotted the corners of the room, which had lots of windows, pouring the afternoon’s natural light into the space. In one alcove, Meira spied a large terrarium, fixed with a sign that read in Antivan — she was pretty sure, anyway — DO NOT TOUCH THE SNAKES. 

Several dark-haired young people sat working at the tables. Apprentices, Meira realized, and it struck her strangely that she had walked in on them learning the art of murder. 

Standing between a chalkboard scrawled with formulas and a podium was a tall man dressed all in indigo. Meira recognized him from the portrait in the foyer, but in person Viago de Riva seemed less austere. He looked younger than she’d been expecting, with hair combed back neatly from his forehead. His beard and mustache were well-manicured, and his eyes were even bluer in life compared to the painting. 

He gave her a cursory glance and turned to his apprentices. “Leave us,” he commanded. 

They all dropped was they were doing — one was, to Meira’s shock, using his mouth to draw a vile green liquid into a pipette. She watched him place it down carefully and file out of the room with the others. Meira hoped faintly that was the only sucking Lucanis had been referring to. 

The room emptied, and the door swung shut. Viago closed the tome on the podium — he was wearing expensive-looking leather gloves, she noticed — and raised himself to his full height, hands folded behind his back. 

“You wished to see me?” he asked in Antivan. 

Under his gaze, Meira felt her resolve cracking. Neither the painting nor Lucanis had quite prepared her for Viago being quite as handsome as he was. Not telling Lucanis that one, Meira thought, fighting off a hysterical giggle. 

“Good… day, Master Viago,” Meira said in her halting Antivan. “It is, er, a principle— no, no, an honor. An honor to meet you.” She dropped into a bow. 

Viago let out a beleaguered sigh. “Common, then?”

Startled, Meira looked up. He spoke like a Fereldan or Marcher noble, with barely a hint of an accent. “Yeah,” she said in relief, switching back. 

“Thank the Maker; I haven’t got all afternoon. Your accent is atrocious, by the way.” 

Meira straightened, a humiliated blush creeping up her cheeks. “Sorry. Lucanis is trying to teach me.”

Viago barked a laugh. “You’ll still be learning when the Maker returns, with that man at the helm.” The mirth disappeared as quickly as it appeared. He regarded her with a keen gaze, tilting his head. “So it’s true. He’s got himself a foreign girl as a paramour.” 

Meira opened her mouth and closed it again. “How did you know?”

“Other than the fact that Lucanis Dellamorte has never, in all the years I’ve known him, fraternized with someone from the outside? Let alone bring her along as a guest.”

Meira swallowed hard. “Yeah, other than that?” 

Viago sighed, turning on a heel. He strode across the room to a mahogany desk laden with paperwork. “Word spreads fast among the Talons. That’s something you must learn if you didn’t know it already. You’re the talk of all Eight Houses, Miss— Van Morovich, was it?” 

Faintly, Meira nodded. She didn’t like the thought of entire families of assassins gossiping about her and Lucanis. That sounded — well, a bit dangerous at the least. 

“Nevarran,” Viago mused, stroking the pointed end of his beard with one gloved hand. “Strange lot. You hate when the dead stay dead.”

“I’m not sure I’d put it that way,” Meira countered. Nevarran stereotypes irked her as much as glamorized depictions of the Crows annoyed Lucanis.  

“Do you not? Your biggest attraction in the country is a giant Necropolis.”

“I’m not on the board of tourism,” Meira grumbled. 

Viago stared at her, quirking one eyebrow so that he looked, uncomfortably, like the visage of himself downstairs in the foyer. He adjusted the front of his vest and took a seat on the edge of the desk. “Go ahead, then. Tell me what he wants.” 

“He?” 

“Lucanis wouldn’t have shown up if he didn’t need something from me,” Viago said, sounding bored. “He brought you along to soften the blow, I don’t doubt. Or else he’s grown so attached he won’t let you out of his sight. Either way, I pity you.” 

Meira narrowed her eyes. “With all respect, Master Viago, you shouldn’t pity me at all.” 

“No? You have met Lucanis, haven’t you?” 

 Meira snorted. “I have, and I happen to like him. For what that’s worth.” 

Viago let out a throaty chuckle. “You’d be the first. How he roped you in I have no idea.” 

Well, now she was beginning to understand why Lucanis hated Viago so much. He was rather rude, wasn’t he? Meira looked around the room, trying to keep her temper in check.

“What else have you heard?” Meira asked. “About… us?”

She might as well have it all out on the table so that she could cope with it. One end of Viago’s waxed mustache twitched. “That he found you roaming the Tevinter wilderness after escaping from prison. Or perhaps took you from a Qunari labor camp, or some sort of pirate ship. That he decided to run away with you when his cousin Illario tried to have him committed to a sanatorium. He’s quite mad — that you must agree with, yes? And now you’re on some sort of pilgrimage to Val Royeaux, one that Illario has followed along to stop. Why you’re here together, I could not say.”

Meira let him finishing speaking — he seemed a man not accustomed to being interrupted — but then couldn’t suppress a laugh. “Most of that is wrong.” 

“I never said the gossip amongst the Talons is accurate,” Viago snapped. “Though the madness… I’d love to hear you set the record straight on that one.” 

“Er.” Meira could argue, but what good would that do? Lucanis had some undeniable eccentricities. She didn’t think it made him mad, but his lack of decorum could certainly be construed that way. She cleared her throat. “To be honest, I’m not sure anything I could say would change your mind?” 

Viago snorted. “You’re smarter than you look, Miss Van Morovich.” He stood, snapping his fingers. “Right, then. Out with it. What brings you two to darken my doorstep this fine afternoon?” 

Meira took a deep breath. She really had hoped Lucanis would be here for this bit. She took out the copy of the official letter they had been given by Charter, their contact in Salle. It had the wax seal of Divine Victoria on the front. With trembling fingers, she tried to offer it to Viago. He breezed past her, hands in the air. 

“Absolutely not,” he said. 

“But,” Meira rejoined, stunned, “it’s from the Divine!” 

“I don’t care if it’s from Andraste herself.” 

Viago grabbed a stool and took a seat at a lab table. With skilled ease, he grabbed for vials and a decanter, combining several colorful serums and stirring them together with a glass rod. Meira watched, mouth agape, as he poured the mixture into a ceramic crucible set above a small gas lamp and cranked up the flame. 

“Wh-what are you—?” Meira asked, but Viago waved an impatient hand at her. 

“Go ahead,” he said, eyes on the bubbling liquid. “Read it to me.” 

Suppressing a sigh, Meira unstuck the seal and unfolded the parchment. Thankfully, it was in Common. 

 “‘To the esteemed Viago de Riva, it is by the order of Victoria, the Divine Most Holy, that these two agents, Lucanis Dellamorte and Meira Van Morovich, are sent to you today to request your assistance. There is a matter of utmost urgency—’ What’s so funny?” 

Viago’s shoulders shook with laughter. “So it’s true, then. Lucanis really did abdicate his position as heir to join some sort of revolutionary cult started by the Divine.” 

Meira dropped the letter to her side, annoyed. “You knew?”

“I suspected. But thank you for the confirmation.”

“I wouldn’t really all it a cult,” Meira said sourly.

Viago chuckled. “What else would you call a clandestine organization centered around a charismatic leader?” 

“We… tend to refer to it as ‘the Aviary.’”

“Oh, the imagery. Do go on.” He tapped his gloved fingers impatiently on the tabletop. 

Meira raised the letter again, grinding her teeth against his caustic statements. “‘There is a matter of utmost urgency that may that may jeopardize the very future of the continent. The unrest in Tevinter is only one part of a much larger threat. To that end, we require your aid in what promises to be a tumultuous time. It has come to our attention through Agent Dellamorte—’”

Viago snorted. 

“—‘that you are the best manufacturer of poisons in Antiva, possibly on the continent itself. Therefore, we humbly ask you—’”

“Did he really say that?” Viago cut in. “That I’m the best poison-maker in Thedas?” 

Meira cleared her throat. “I wasn’t— really— a part of the conversation he had with Divine Victoria…”

“But you’re sleeping with him,” said Viago, unblinking. “I’m sure he told you in private.” 

Meira sighed. “All right, so there was this Orlesian poisoner from Val Firmin he said was better. But that guy already said no.” 

“I knew it. That filgio di puttana. Do you know how to say that in Common, Miss Van Morovich? It means ‘son of a whore.’” Viago shook his head, a mirthless laugh curling his lip. “No, no, I ought not say that. By all accounts, his mother was a lovely, formidable woman. Perhaps if she were still alive, I wouldn’t have to deal with any of this.” 

Meira stared at him, shocked less by his vitriol than by the pettinesss of it. “Begging your pardon, ser, but this is a lot more serious than any sort of rivalry you’ve got going on with Lucanis.”

“A rivalry? Is that what you think this is? He tried to kill me the last time we saw each other — did he tell you that?” 

Meira opened her mouth and closed it again. “Er— he said — something about a butter knife—” 

“—That would have gone through my eye if he’d aimed an inch to the right. But that’s no matter now. The Divine wants access to my poisons, is that the thrust of it?”

Meira glanced down at the letter. “Pretty much, yeah.”

“Give it here.” Viago reached out and turned down the gas flame. He grabbed a pair of tongs and clamped them around the crucible, lifting it carefully. The liquid inside had boiled down to a viscous black. “Right there, on the table.” 

Confused, Meira placed the parchment before him and stepped back. Viago tilted the crucible with a controlled twist of the wrist. A drop of the hot substance splattered on a blank section of paper. Viago replaced the crucible, set down the tongs, and watched the dot spread, its edges bleeding to a deep violet. He hovered over the letter, watching intently. 

As annoyed as Meira was over his treatment of Lucanis, she couldn’t help but join him in his vigil. Several second passed before she became self-conscious enough to ask, “So, er— what are we looking for?” 

“It’s a simple detection formula.” Viago caught her gaze and pointed to the letter. “If the parchment has been treated with any foreign substance — poison, specifically — the spot will turn a brilliant pink.” 

“Oh, that’s neat,” Meira said enthusiastically, before realizing what this meant. “Hang on, you think the Divine might try to poison you?” 

“Anything is possible,” Viago said solemnly. 

“I was just touching it — with my bare hands!” Meira remembered, too late, the gloves she’d shoved in her pocket. 

“You may have already been administered the antidote,” Viago countered. 

“No, really. You don’t seriously think I’m an assassin, do you?” Meira cried, aghast. 

“You? Wittingly? Hardly. But sometimes the clueless are even more effective because they have no tells.” Viago turned his attention back to the letter, fanning it with one hand to get it to cool.  “Or, perhaps… you are — just — that — good. You’d have to be, to catch the attention of Lucanis Dellamorte.” 

Now who’s the mad one? Meira thought, biting back a horrified laugh. Lucanis might be eccentric, but Viago was simply downright paranoid. Was that just the price one paid, she wondered, to become a master assassin? 

Abruptly, Viago spun on the stool to face her, his expression lethally serious. He unbuttoned the cuff on his indigo sleeve and unceremoniously rolled it to his elbow. He pointed to a faint scar of two identical puncture holes on his forearm. “Do you see these?” 

“Er, yes?” Meira nodded uncertainly.

“That’s the scar from the death adder that nearly killed me nigh on a year ago. The adder’s name is Emil, after the assassin who planted him, and lives over there now.” Viago nodded toward the alcove with the terrarium and scary signage. He rolled down his sleeve. Refastening his cuff, he said, “I’ll have survived more creative assassination attempts than this.” 

“Oh.” Meira stared, dazed. She remembered hearing there had been assassinations tearing through the Talons’ ranks, but she hadn’t known much about Lucanis then, let alone his associates. “I’m… sorry. That must have been really scary.” 

Viago blinked several times, the area around his mouth going slack. He seemed a touch caught off-guard by her words. “Yes, well… your concern is unwarranted. Obviously I’m fine.” He cleared his throat and turned to the letter. 

“Still. I got really close to death a few times when I met Lucanis.” Maker, why was she still talking? “It takes a toll on you. I’m, er, glad you’re all right.” 

“Nonsense,” Viago mumbled, but he grew quite still, a troubled expression crossing his face. 

Meira searched for something else she could possibly say to him. “Could you tell me how you did it?”

“Did what?”

“The… poison detection thing.” Meira leaned over, squinting at the sticky black stuff drying in the crucible. 

“Back,” Viago said, snapping his fingers.

Meira backed up, startled. 

Viago’s expression softened. “It gives off fumes as it cools. But it’s an elementary alchemical formula. Black lotus extract, blue vitriol and purple of cassius. Heated to the right temperatures they’ll coalesce and interact with other substances of high toxicity. That is what turns the color.” 

“And you figured that out on your own?” Meira asked, amazed. 

Viago laughed. “No, no. What I do is much more complex. This is the sort of thing you learn in your first alchemy class.” His blue eyes narrowed slightly. “Which I must imagine you’ve never studied.” 

Meira looked away, blushing. 

“It’s all right,” Viago said, somewhat begrudgingly. “One must start somewhere.” 

He looked like he wanted to say more, but eventually gave up finding words. He frowned at the letter, and at last, snatched it up and waved it around by a corner. The dot on the paper had grown past the size of a gold sovereign, but was still the original dark purple. 

“Mm,” Viago said. “All right, then. It seems you’re here for your stated purpose after all.” He scanned the rest of the letter and let out a wry guffaw. “So the Divine wants to pay me for access to my poison stores? For what purpose?” 

“Like it says,” Meira pointed out. “The oncoming threat.” 

“Yes, but what threat is that? This claims it’s not just the Qunari. Which we have protocols in place for, by the way, in case they turn their infidel sights on Antiva.” 

Meira paused. Again, she wished Lucanis was here to explain this part. The true reason for their mission was both top secret — so they weren’t supposed to speak of it — and something they’d both witnessed firsthand. Yet it was so unbelievable Lucanis had faced accusations of insanity from his own family when trying to describe it. That was the seed of truth in the rumors, and if not the entire reason for Illario seeking to commit him, it certainly contained the brunt of it.

Meira struggled to recall the briefing Charter had given them at the Salle safe house, what was acceptable to disclose versus not. “We have reason to believe… there will soon be an elven rebellion of catastrophic proportions.” 

Viago laughed out loud. “That’s it? An elven uprising? Don’t they do that every few months in Tevinter?”

“The, uh, scale. Is thought to be larger than that.” Meira swallowed hard. Remembering the cavernous underground lair, and how full it was of twisted, unworldly monsters, answering unthinkingly to their masters, clad in autumn colors and golden masks. 

“Preposterous.” Viago shook his head. “They’d never be able to organize across countries. The elves are perfectly happy in Antiva — you can ask my associate Teia Cantori. She’s of their ilk.” 

Meira had heard many things about Teia from Lucanis — none of them flattering — but he had never mentioned that she was an elf. She wondered if it was worth asking whether appealing to Teia might get him to agree. 

Behind them came a tremendous crash. Startled, Meira turned around and gasped. The long line of windows was darkened by a figure in black hoisting himself through the opening. He stepped carelessly down on the counter below, somehow managing to avoid a roll of scrolls and a ream of parchment. With all the talk of assassins, Meira’s hand went for her dagger, only to remember she surrendered it to the servants downstairs. 

She realized then the man had a cascade of black hair, pulled back from his temples in a half-ponytail. And a rather familiar beard. 

“Lucanis?” Meira cried. 

Viago squinted at a silver timepiece in his hand, connected to his belt via a delicate chain. “Ten minutes,” he announced to Lucanis in Antivan. “You’re getting soft working for the Divine.” 

Lucanis responded with a slur that Meira thought involved fucking Viago’s mother in her grave. He hopped down from the counter with graceful ease. “I do it this way because I can,” he said in Common. “Meira, have you had enough of this bag of wind yet?” 

[stayteezdreams]

Stranded Together

Plot: You and San get stranded at the only available motel you can find during a storm. Good news, there's one room left. Bad news, this motel is totally haunted.

Request: 'You're in a hotel with doubles beds, you keep hearing scary noises and end up in the same bed'

Requested by: @tumbleboof

Pairing: Choi San x Gn!Reader (friends to lovers)

Warnings: Creepy content. Mildly suggestive content. (A good mixture of fluff and creepiness.)

A/n: Not my bedroom door creaking open for no reason as I was writing this DX

Words: 2.1k

This really wasn't how you expected your night to end up. You thought you would be on a plane heading home, but instead, you and San were staring at the small eerily empty room of a motel in the middle of God knows where.

Both of you were tired, but the unsettling atmosphere was sending shocks of adrenaline through both of you. You knew you would be awake for most of the night.

It all started with grid-locked traffic that caused you and San to miss the flight with the rest of the boys. Then you made the decision to drive two hours to the next city to get a flight, since no other would be available at your previous location until the next day.

But of course, the weather was not on your side. Halfway there, a storm alert panicked your taxi driver, and instead of ending up at an airport, you ended up at a terrifying motel surrounded by nothing but trees and fields just as the storm started.

The good news in all of this, was that they had an available room. The bad news was of course, that the motel was terrifying and seemed to come right out of every ghost movie you'd ever watched.

Now you and San were walking silently around the small room, wondering if you were going to get any sleep at all tonight. Between the haunting location, the whistling wind, and booming thunder outside, you weren't too sure.

You sat down on the edge of one of the beds, while San sighed and lied down on the other.

"At least the beds are comfy." He mumbled.

You smiled, "Too bad this place is objectively creepy."

He chuckled as he grabbed the remote on the nightstand. "This should help."

Turning on the tv, an unfamiliar show began playing but the sound instantly made the quiet room more comfortable.

"I'm glad I'm not alone though." San said with a smile to you and you chuckled, trying to ignore how your heartbeat picked up.

Of course being alone in this place would be much more terrifying, but you were sure your nervously beating heart may prefer if it had been someone else. But no, it was San, the one person you were head-over-heels for. Who you were now stuck in a room alone with.

You weren't sure if it was a blessing or a curse. Though, unbeknownst to you, the night would reveal which.

After you both changed into pajamas, you sat in silence as you watched the movie on the TV. There was an unsettling tension hanging between you as you shared nervous looks every time you heard an unfamiliar sound.

Creaks in the hallway, thuds from the closet, even the sound of footsteps on what would be the rooftop.

When a loud clang sounded in the bathroom, you jumped as you looked over at San who was frozen, staring at the darkened bathroom. He slowly met your eyes and you shared a conversation without speaking.

'You check.'

'Why me, you check!'

Reaching out his hand you followed his movements as you played rock, paper, scissors.

As you stared at your flat hand and his two out-stretched fingers, you cursed as you eyed the bathroom.

Slowly getting up with a sigh, you crept towards the bathroom aware of San's eyes following you closely.

Reaching out, you pushed open the ajar door, and the creaking sounds filled the room, sending goosebumps up your arms. Quickly switching on the light your heart jumped, but you were filled with uneasy relief as you saw nothing. In all honesty, you were hoping to find a rat, anything that might explain the noises other than ghosts.

Spotting a clothes hangar on the floor, you picked it up, aware that it had been hanging on the shower rod before.

Stepping out into the room, you showed it to San. "It fell."

"How?" San questioned and you shrugged setting it on the TV stand, trying not to think too much about it.

Lying back down you groaned, "I almost wish we were stranded in the car still."

San chuckled, but he felt the same. He had previously been buzzing with nervous excitement at the idea of sharing a room with you. But he wasn't expecting the creepy motel to steal his thoughts away from you.

Hearing a scratching sound from the closet beside your bed, you jolted up. You groaned as you wiggled around in frustration.

San eyed you before he moved over to one side of his bed, "Hey."

You looked over at him and he patted the bed beside him. You rose your brow and he smiled, "I think we'll both feel better."

"What, if we cuddle?" You asked teasingly, but your heart was racing

He raised his brow and spoke in an even more teasing tone, obviously trying to help lighten the mood. "If you want."

You rolled your eyes but did not reject the idea as you walked over to his bed, crawling in beside him. You kept a few inches between you, not actually cuddling with him. Though, he was secretly disappointed at this.

You brought your knees up to your chest as you tried to focus on the TV again, now acutely aware of Sans presence, and the unfamiliar noises around you.

Your eyes drifted over to the closet again and San leaned closer, "Want me to look this time?"

You jumped at this before hissing, looking over at him, ignoring the proximity of his face. He grinned, amused that he scared you.

"No, it's fine." You said, trying to repress your fear.

"Are you still scared?" He asked, amusement in his tone.

You rolled your eyes, "You're scared too!"

"Am not!" He challenged and you gasped.

"Oh please, you are just as freaked out as I am, admit it!"

Before he could speak, you both froze as the sound of footsteps sounded in the hall.

"Okay, I am." He admitted suddenly and you felt him move a bit closer to you.

You resisted the urge to lean back into his presence for comfort.

You stared at the door and spoke softly, "It's just another guest."

San nodded, "Right."

As the footsteps got louder, they stopped right in front of your door. you and San waited silently. Were they going to knock? Were they looking for their room?

Another moment passed and no noise was heard. You nervously looked over at San, now worried about what the unknown person was going to do.

San rose and you watched with baited breath as he crept as softly as he could to the door before peering through the peep hole.

Stepping away a moment later, he turned to you and his face was blank, but fear was obvious in his eyes. "There's no one out there."

How? You heard the footsteps come, but not leave? Where would they have gone?

"That's not funny." Your voice was obviously shaken.

San just shook his head softly. "I'm not joking."

Suddenly a bright flash filled the room before a clap of thunder shook the walls. Darkness filled the room and you let out a yelp as you jumped back. You heard hurried footsteps before San jumped into the bed, his arms wrapping around you as you heard his own startled breaths.

You gripped onto his arm for a moment before you both relaxed, taking a few breaths.

"Oh my God." You mumbled out as you let out a few deep breaths.

Silence hung in the air for a moment before you both let out nervous laughs.

"That was such bad timing." San mumbled between nervous chuckles, still holding onto you.

"Were you serious? There was no one outside?"

He nodded, "There was no one. Maybe they just walked away really softly?"

"Yeah." You agreed, though doubt was obvious in your tone.

Looking towards San, you could just see his face due to the full-moon light coming through the windows. His face was barely an inch from yours, his breath brushed your skin.

When you spoke, your nose almost brushed his. He felt your breath on his lips and he felt a shiver of temptation crawl through him.

"I'm scared." Your voice was a whisper.

You felt San's grip tighten ever-so-slightly around you. He replied, his voice just as quiet. "Me too. But it's okay, I've got you."

His words, and touch comforted you, and you felt safer than you had all night. He was and always would be a safe place for you, even if he drove your heart crazy.

"Stay here tonight." He mumbled, his nose now brushing yours.

Your heart was beating like crazy and you wondered if he could feel it. But his words confused you.

"What else would I do, find another motel?" You asked softly, almost amused

He let out a soft breathy laugh, before shaking his head. "No, I meant here. In my bed."

Your heart leapt to your throat and your breath hitched. Sharing a room with him was hard enough, but sharing the same bed?

He could sense your reservation and he wondered if it was out of discomfort, or the same fear of temptation and hidden feelings he held.

"Only if you're comfortable. But...I think it might be less frightening. And I would feel better if I knew you were close."

A thousand thoughts rushed though your head as you softly nodded, "Okay."

You stared in silence at each other, his face slowly becoming more visible as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. You thought you saw his eyes flick to your lips and linger for a moment but you felt it might just be your eyes seeing things unclearly.

Slowly, you felt his hands move from around your arms to your waist, and you felt a shiver run up your spine. His breath seemed to brush your face more than before as you wondered if he was inching closer.

As another flash of lightning lit up the room, you jumped, before suddenly freezing as San gripped you close, his lips smashing into yours.

Astonishment and excitement ran through you as you realized he was kissing you. But before you could return the kiss, he was pulling away.

"I'm sorry." The words rushed out, and you felt your heart drop a little.

Your eyes locked as silent hung between you for a moment. Butterflies rushed through you, but so did disappointment at his sudden regret.

"Why are you sorry?" You asked softly, a hint of despondence in your tone he did not miss.

"What?" He felt hope rise in his chest as his heart beat heavily.

He was surprised at his own actions, as he moved without thinking, finally having kissed you like he had been imagining for ages.

"Why are you sorry?" You repeated.

Silence hung in the air for a second as you felt his hands tighten on your waist again.

"I guess I'm not." He mumbled out before you felt his lips meet yours again as he quickly pulled you against his chest.

The kiss became heated as your hands found his neck and hair, your fingers causing a shiver to course through him. His own hands pressed into your skin as he pulled you closer.

Another heated moment passed before you both pulled away, letting out breathy laughs as he rested his forehead against yours. He kissed you again, but pulled away a moment later, not wanting to act on his impulsiveness quite yet. And definitely not here.

"I've been wanting to do that for so long." He breathed out before pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You grinned as you let out a soft giggle. "The feeling's mutual."

"I definitley wasn't expecting this to be how, or where, I admitted it."

You chuckled as you were reminded of your surroundings. Being reminded even more when a bang sounded from the hallway, making you jolt.

You let out a soft gasp as San suddenly pushed you down in the bed before covering the both of you with the sheets. Realizing he was hiding the two of you, you laughed.

He chuckled as he pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around you. "There, now we're safe, nothing can get us."

You giggled again as you placed your face against his chest, as he placed his head on yours, pulling you even closer and letting out a contented sigh.

"Can't say it wasn't a unique confession." He mumbled.

"It'll make for a great story." You admitted and he let out a soft laugh.

"A love story or a ghost story?"

"Both?"

He laughed as he nodded his head, pressing a kiss to the top of yours before cuddling you closer. "Both."

xx End xx

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[cloudyswritings]

Dear Cousy

Hello! How’s the weather?

I don’t know if your a Minecraft fan but I need to know your opion on Enderman Biology. My brain keeps telling me that as primordial agents of entropy they just DONT have biology but that seems boring and you are the best Spec Bio person I know I need answers

Respectfully Frantic

-Clever-Naming-Convention

As always the weather is cloudy!! I am indeed a Minecraft fan though I’ve never really done biology for it so bear with me!(and sorry for the late reply!)

Let’s get right into it!

Why do Endermen hate water?

So this really puzzled me at first, and I was kinda scratching my head for a bit honestly, until I thought about it a little more.

See the Endermen are supposed to be uncanny, enough like what we know to be familiar and yet unsettling enough to scare us. Fundamentally they’re unlike us.

So I added one and one together and realized that hey, what if Enderment were NOT carbon based lifeforms?

And wouldn’t you know it, when you add water to silicon it creates silica, which , notably, would destroy the organic molecules that silicon can create.

So, to answer the question, Endermen hate water—and take damage from it— because exposure to it literally starts turning them into glass. Really makes you wonder about the end pillars doesn’t it…

Moving on: What do they eat

Despite being found around end ships and end cities, it’s clear our lanky pals didn’t build them. Yet we know they can pick up and move blocks and tend to do so with some frequency in the overworld(and nether). So what’s that about?

We’ve got a couple options here, but my favorite of the bunch is that this is part of how these fellas eat. See it would track that being silicone based life Endermen would need to absorb minerals and such in order to survive, this could by the reason behind why they pick up and then place down blocks.

Essentially they’re absorbing the silicone and other necessary components from those blocks and then setting them aside when they’re done.

Adding to this I also wonder if they might be radiotrophic, that is, using radiation to feed. This is largely based on the ends resemblance to space, which has a much higher amount of radiation than on earth meaning it would be far more viable as an energy source under those conditions

Also some earth fungi do actually use radiation like this, and wouldn’t you know it, they’re generally black because of how they use melanin to safely process said radiation into useful forms.

The Endermen could very well be doing the same thing with a silicon based equivalent pigment.

this would also explain why we never see them eating in game.

Long story short, Endermen use radiation and minerals from blocks they pick up(absorbed through openings in their carapace on their hands) to survive. But cloudy, I hear you asking, what about the chorus fruits? Don’t worry, we’ll get there, and it’ll be far more horrifying than expected.

Next up: Of Men and Mites:

So what the hell is the deal with endermites?

Obviously they parasitize endermen, that’s their whole deal. But seemingly there aren’t really any negative side effects for the men explaining why they had the mites, again aside from parasites being gross.

Well, what if I told you that endermites are why we have ender pearls!

See when an endermite infects an enderman they instinctually head for the reproductive organs, where they begin to dissolve the spore-glands(we’ll get to that in a bit) and begin making cocoons where they will lay their eggs. These eggs eventually develop into larval endermites which burrow out of the enderman when fully grown to start the cycle again.

This renders the enderman infertile(and leaves chemical traces letting other mites know they aren’t a suitable host anymore) hence why they hate endermites.

However if and enderman is kill before these eggs can hatch, well, they don’t exactly survive outside of an appropriate host, and boom. Enderpearls. Incidentally these pearls still retain the larval mites ability to teleport, which we make great use of, at the expense of dealing with fragments of enderman ovaries/endermite egg casings damaging us when we teleport.

Also the fact we can get at most 4 pearls from an enderman tells us they’ve got four spore glands

To recap: Ender pearls are endermite eggs and occur when a mite infects and Enderman and dissolves it’s spore glands/ovaries.

So, about those spores:

Endermen are much like the common fern

yeah, so what the fuck do I mean by that?

I mean that they have two adult reproductive stages.

Stage 1: is the Endermen we know and love, and stage two is the Chorus fruit.

Adult sexually mature enderman will release spores that float through the end island on the breeze until they they find a place to take hold and root. Generally large groups of Endermen will all release their spores in synch, sorta like how corals spawn when the moon is full.

Once rooted these spores begin growing into Chorus fruits, which are occasionally predated upon by Shulkers, though generally it’s the stems of the “plant?” that they consume.

Once matured, a Chorus plant produces flowers, which are then cross-pollinated to ensure genetic diversity. Once this is achieved Chorus fruits are produced, which given time will form a large shell/egg like husk from which a fully formed adult enderman will eventually emerge. Think of butterflies and their chrysalis.

Interestingly the Endermen actually serve a role similar to butterflies, see because in their Chorus plant stage Endermen are immobile they can’t relocate or ensure the survival of their genes if conditions worsen.

By producing Endermen who then range far away from their home forests they ensure their genes survive and increase genetic diversity as a whole. This also explains why Endermen are capable of extremely fast movement/teleportation. Their only job is to get as far away as possible.

Basically, Endermen are fucked up silicon based ferns, and they attack you when you look at them because they mistake you(or not) as a threat to their ability to spread their spores. Also eating chorus fruit means you ate baby Endermen.

Wow! This really ran away for me, thanks for the cool ask @clever-naming-convention!! I’ll definitely be doing more with this cause I’ve got more thoughts

[fantasylandbitch]

Summary: With visiting hours over, Kirby stays behind to watch over you, keeping Sam and Tara updated as time goes on but while at the hospital a strange dream wakes you up in the middle of the night, something you can’t quite explain. The dream sticks with you and as the day turns into the night you start to become hyperaware of those around you.

Warning: Long Chapter, Metamorphosis, Child Death, Cussing, Protective Sam, Voices, Manipulation 

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 2.5  Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 4.5 Chapter 5 Chapter 5.5 Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 7 Chapter 7.5 Chapter 8 Chapter 8.5 Chapter 9 (Chapter 9.5 Coming Soon)

-Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter-

The sound of bare feet can be heard in your room but at first, you think nothing of it, it is almost like white noise to your ears even though you can sleep better when you're in complete silence in a dark room.

-Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter-

But much to your disappointment the sound persists while you lay in bed so when you finally sit up, the moon illuminates the room and you realize you are in the hospital alone, and for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why you were there. “Hello?” you say aloud before you turn your head to the left to find a chair near your bed and Kirby’s badge slung across it “Kirby? Kirby you out there!?” You yell into the room before you, hoping that it might reach someone beyond the doorway but no one comes or responds back to you so you carefully get off the bed and you freely walk to the doorway of your assigned room. 

-pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter-

You hear the same sound of bare feet hitting the floor as you enter the hallway but this time you don’t say anything and you don’t move. You try to listen to the sounds around you but it is eerily quiet and something about that is very unsettling to you while you take a quiet deep breath in before you start walking again. While you take careful steps forward you come to a stop when you hear a child giggling somewhere in front of you and then behind you “STOP! THIS ISN’T FUNNY.” You yell into the void as the child in the dark pulls at your clothes before running down the hallway in front of you when a voice echoes through the hallway.

“Is that any way to talk to a child?” Ghost Face’s disembodied voice echoed.

His voice makes you look around the dark hallway as your heart starts to race in your chest. Then you hear a scraping sound against the wall behind you causing you to turn your back on the hallway that the child ran down before walking backward, scanning for any threats as you go.

Ghost Face laughs “You are such an easy target, you know that?” he pauses “You protect your friends by warning them, will even get stabbed for them, and what do you get in return?” he questions.

“Credit for being the friend who's their ride or die” You talk into the void as you continue to walk backwards but as you do lightning strikes outside the series of windows around you. The lightning illuminates the hallway you are in and for a second you see Ghost Face’s shadow covering your own on the floor so you turn around quickly, tripping yourself in the process.

“Wrong” his voice booms. “They abandon you and leave you to die,” he says, bringing his knife up to stab you.

But he is instantly gone when the light emitting from the lightning disappears in the hallway making you breathe heavily as you hit the floor while your eyes dart around in the dark before getting up, you hear him laugh. “No they fucking didn’t! I’m still here!” you yell out “I’m still alive!”

“That’s what you think” his voice gets dark.“Maybe we should ask the kid” he spoke again but this time Ghost Face sounds like he’s far away.

“No! Leave that kid out of this!” You yell out as you hear heavy footsteps running down the hallway and a door opening at the other end of it so you sprint after him and when you open the door you find yourself in a room that looks vaguely similar to your apartment. Then you hear another door opening and then slam at the end of the room where your bedroom would be so you run over to it and when you go to open the door, it doesn’t budge. Then you hear the child screaming on the other side “I SAID LEAVE THAT KID ALONE!” you screamed at the door. Then you take a step back getting ready to kick the door down “One, two, three” you whisper to yourself using your foot to knock the door open before feeling a gust of wind hit you. After busting down the door you run out of the building to find Ghost Face with the child you yelled at earlier and yourself on the hospital roof top but you hear rushing water instead of faraway sounds of cars and sirens.

“Took you long enough,” Ghost Face says to you as he tilts his head pulling a knife from his pocket.“You would think she would have a sense of urgency” he spoke to the child he was holding with his other hand.

“I’m the one you want. Let the kid go” you say to Ghost Face, walking closer to him while you put your hands up like you were trying to calm the killer down before you look at the child. But as you continue to walk closer to them you start to feel pain in your back making you internally groan as you keep a brave face before your breath hitches and a bigger wave of pain runs through you as you come to a stop. You can slowly feel your energy start to seep out of you like water seeping out of the side of a mountain as your brows furrowed in confusion before looking down at the side of your stomach only for you to see blood pool onto your shirt. That was the moment your body started to give up while your body faced another wave of pain as you fell to your knees on the concrete rooftop “Let the child go!” you forced out, finding it hard to breathe.

Ghost Face started to laugh again as he forced the child to walk in front of him until they were right in front of you. “That’s not how this works Y/n” Ghost Face says to you, as he kicks the kid behind their knees forcing them to kneel before moving his knife against their throat. 

“Don’t do this please” you say looking up at Ghost Face with tears in your eyes before focusing on the child in front of you as you examine them. Then the child moves their head up to look back at you and that is when you start to notice who the kid is in front of you.

“You can’t bargain with a serial killer!” he yells at you as he takes the knife away from the kid's throat getting his hand ready for what's next.

Your eyes widened “PLEASE DON’T DO THIS! TAKE ME!” you pleaded as you desperately tried to get Ghost Face to stab you and not the little kid in front of you because you know who that kid is. You noticed their (eye color), the shape of their nose, the shape of their lips, (length of hair and hair color). You recognize who it is because the child in front of you is YOU.

“You fucked up our plan, Y/N!” Ghost Face yells at you as he walks back over to the little version of you, putting the knife to your throat “It’s only fair we fuck with you too” he says before dragging the knife across your throat.

A blood-curdling scream ripped from your throat in the hospital room, your nightmare that felt almost too real for you rendered you momentarily useless for you were unable to control your hands as you fought the air almost hitting your sister-in-law in the face. “Wake up Y/n! Y/n!” Kirby yells your name while you scream before touching your arm as you jolt awake under her touch. “You’re safe Y/n” she continued trying to comfort you while running her fingers through your hair as she got up from her chair before pulling away from you “I’m going to get you a nurse okay. I’ll be right back Y/n,” she says before walking into the hallway turning right so she can find someone to look you over now that you're awake.

While Kirby is getting a nurse for you, you're panting on the hospital bed unsure of what to say or do as your eyes dart around the room looking at your surroundings, you try to stop crying but you are unable to because the nightmare was still fresh in your head, you're too alert. You attempt to take a deep breath in but your breath hitches noticing a slight wave of pain run up your side so you carefully move your left hand to touch your side as you quickly look down at the bandage you slowly realize that the wounds from your dream are actually real. “Hey Kirby!?” you yell from the bed as you hear footsteps come down the hallway while your mind is bracing you for who it might be, only to sigh in relief.

“I have a nurse on their way for you, she shouldn’t be long now,” Kirby says to you as she walks over to the chair to push it forward so it’s next to your bed. Then she sits down and reaches for your hand to caress trying to further comfort you but instead, she lowers the bed rails to sit next to you on the bed. “What do you need Y/N?” she asks, examining your features while she tries to calm herself down from the scare you gave her a few seconds ago.

“How did I get here?” you ask trying to make sense of your situation.

At first, Kirby gives you a concerned look before answering you “Your friends called for an ambulance to come and aid you. You-” she says stopping her thought before looking at her phone wondering if she should text Sam and Tara to update them before continuing “You arrived at the hospital with Ethan a few hours ago.” Her answer causes you to nod in acknowledgment before you gently lay back down wiping your eyes while Kirby watches you as her federal instincts start to kick in, thinking to unfortunately integrate you. “Y/n….” she started before she got quiet like she was afraid to know the details of what happened to you earlier “Can you recall what happened to you?” Kirby finally asked you.

Her question makes you look up at her with furrowed brows. Then you look down at your hands trying to recall what happened but your brain instead pulls you back to your dream where you were on the hospital’s rooftop, you recall hearing rushing water and not cars. Your silence makes Kirby take a deep breath before adjusting herself on the bed causing you to answer her “I-I’m trying to remember what happened to me but I have nothing to offer you..” you start before looking up at her “The last thing I remember is having dinner with Sam in my apartment..” you paused as you recall Sam kissing your cheek “and someone knocking on the front door before she ended the night with kissing my cheek” you finished trying to hide a smile at the memory.

As Kirby listens to you all she can do is nod making mental notes of what the Core 4 and Ethan had told her thus far and how some of their stories line up with yours but what got her taking another deep breath in your presence was when you mentioned Sam kissing your cheek. Kirby had no idea that being a big sister related to you or not could make her heart ache a lot more than what Charlie and Jill did to her but it also made Kirby a bit mad at the new information about Sam giving you affection, a small detail that Sam left out of her story. “That’s okay Y/n. I don’t expect you to remember the details after a traumatic event-” she starts when a nurse comes in to check on you to make sure you're up to code in health.

“You seem to have made a speedy recovery which is great, you must have great genes. I would like to say that at the moment we don’t have a doctor staffed yet to further asses you but I’ll put in a request. I personally think you should be able to leave by later tonight,” the nurse says to you and Kirby before walking out of the room to put your information into the computer and get you a doctor to set you up to leave later that day. 

“Well if I were you Y/n-” Kirby starts, reaching for your hand as you welcome her into your own as she gives your hand a squeeze “I would maybe try to get some sleep and while you're doing that I will update the Carpenters,” she says to you before going into her jacket pocket to retrieve her phone again but you interject.

“Wait,” you say to Kirby, squeezing her hand and pulling her a little closer to you just by an inch. “I-I don’t think that is a good idea,” you say next and Kirby gives you a questioning look before opening her mouth but you stop her “It’s not that I don’t trust Sam and Tara, in fact, I-I think I would trust them with my life but right now I don’t think it's a good idea to disclose anything not when I don’t know what happened to me.”

“What are you trying to say Y/n?” Kirby says locking eyes with you “Because it does sound like you really don’t trust Sam and Tara with or without your memory” she says with amusement to which you lightly kick her in the back with your leg “Okay that was rude.”

“I’m not sorry about that,” you say in response with a smile to which Kirby smiles back with a light laugh knowing you didn’t lose the funny side of your personality. As Observant as you are, you notice something flash across those green eyes of hers that Kirby thought she could hide from you. You can’t place what exact emotion lit up in front of you but you know it was based in sadness but you don’t know why “I think we should play it safe that’s all. After all, we don't know who’s wearing the mask."

Kirby nods in response to your request even though unknowingly to you she can sense that something about you has changed but she’s not sure if it was for the better or the absolute worst. “Okay, alright, fine mini Gale. Later I will have one of the girls pick you up” she says and you nod while smiling at the jab before giving her a questionable look.

“Where are you planning to go later?” you asked wanting to know where Kirby was going just in case something happened to her.

“Y/n you said you wanted us to play it safe so that is what we’ll do. Later I’m going to head over to your apartment to pick up some clothes for you but I’m also going to look over the evidence before Detective Bailey arrives at the scene. If I find anything I’ll text your phone…I’m pretty sure Tara has it now.” Kirby says thinking about who might have your phone to charge and protect your privacy. 

“Sounds good just please be careful okay?” you respond to her plan.

Your concern makes Kirby smile and look at you with soft eyes before leaning forward to give your forehead a quick peck “I will, now get some sleep” she says as your eyelids begin to get heavy, and your worries disappear from talking to your sister-in-law.

Later that morning Kirby places a note on your movable table to let you know where she had gone before she followed through with her plan as she walked out of the hospital. Kirby entered her car turning the key as her car came on before checking the time which said 9:00 am as she put her seat belt on, sighing to herself before backing up in the parking lot and then driving over to your apartment. When she arrived at your apartment she parked her car and then proceeded to walk to the front entrance of the apartment building upon opening the door she could feel that it was sort of cold in the lobby as she put her black gloves on so she didn’t contaminate any of the evidence if she chose to inspect them. Kirby could almost feel death in the air as her nose picked up a metallic scent as she walked further into the lobby before stopping mid-way. She notices the dried blood on the ground before turning her head to the basement door, which makes her shiver thinking about what you had gone through the other day as your bloody handprint is on display before walking up the stairs to your apartment. When Kirby reached the top floor she stopped to take a breath as she turned her head to your apartment door wondering if the scene that Sam had described for her was actually true it honestly made her a little nervous to find out before remembering that you live across from your landlord so she turns around to knock on the door.

But before she could, Kirby heard a door slam below and someone trying to get her attention “Excuse me Detective?” someone called making Kirby look down the stairs to the second floor. “If you're looking for the landlord, I’m afraid you missed her, Diana left to go on vacation last night.”

“I see and what is your name?” Kirby asks, trying to get more information before walking down the stairs to the second level she reaches into her pockets to find her cards.

“I’m Kristen. I live in room 104 with my wife and kids,” she says before smiling at Kirby when she finds her cards.

“Thanks for letting me know Kristen. If your landlord happens to arrive home early. Could you ask her to call this number?” Kirby asks with a light smile.

Kristen nods as she takes her card “Yes of course. Oh um, I apologize for the incorrect title. I will make sure she gets the message Agent Reed” Kristen says as she is about to leave for work at the same time that Kirby is walking up the stairs “Agent Reed?”

Kirby stops midway on the stairs before turning around to face your neighbor.

Kristen then said “I hope the neighbor Y/n who lives upstairs is doing okay and I hope you get the bastard who hurt her” surprising Kirby before continuing down the stairs to work while Kirby walked up the stairs to your front door.

When Kirby finally got to your front door she had to take a deep breath before opening it and as she pushed the door open her eyes widened at the scene as she entered your apartment because she saw how much of your blood painted the floor, the counter, near your dining room, in your living room, and your bedroom door. Kirby had to take a moment to close her eyes to relax and stay focused before searching around your apartment for your duffle bag “Come on Kirby where would your sister-in-law keep her duffle bag?” she asked herself.

Then Kirby turned her head to your bedroom door when she couldn't find your duffle bag near your TV. Hence, she gets up and walks over to your bedroom door before turning the handle and taking another deep breath in as she scans your room she notices that the sun has cast a shadow under your bed so she walks over to your bed to drag your duffle bag out from under the bed. “She must have packed after Sam asked her so why would Ethan not mention the bag?” she questioned to no one in particular before getting up to walk out of your apartment closing your bedroom door before your front door as she walked back to her car.

When Kirby got near her car she opened her trunk. She moved some of her blankets aside so she could fit your duffle bag until she heard something heavy scrape against another object in your bag. At first, she wouldn’t go snooping in your bag just in case there was an object you didn’t want her to know about. Still, curiosity got the best of her and she opened the bag. While Kirby unzips your duffle bag she smirks thinking it's an object to help you relieve some stress that you might have but when she looks inside the bag her smirk is immediately replaced by horror before she shakes her head and zips it back up.

“Everything alright Agent Reed?” a man says aloud making Kirby slam her trunk to lock it before quickly turning around to face the person who said her name.

“Detective Bailey good morning. I’m glad your here I was just getting prepped to go inside” She lies successfully before she notices another cup of coffee in Detective Bailey’s hand.

“Oh yes, here you go,” Detective Bailey says before handing Kirby a cup of coffee “I’ve been eyeing that coffee shop since my daughter….had found it closer to home. I thought I would have us try it before the uh rest of the team gets here.” He says nodding his head with a smile before taking a sip of his coffee while Kirby joins him and takes a sip of her own.

“Oh, that definitely hits the spot,” Kirby says before humming at the slightly strong hazelnut coffee taste. “Thanks for the coffee, Bailey. I really needed the pick me up” Kirby says with a light smile before turning her head to see the police department arrive.

“Looks like the rest of the team is here,” Detective Bailey says as he turns around in his spot.

“Yes. They. Are” she says with a sigh of relief at the same time she’s taking in the fresh cold air through her lungs as she secretly looks over at Detective Bailey before taking another sip of her coffee. “Let’s get suited up Detective” Kirby says aloud with a smirk making Detective Bailey look over at her with a smirk of his own.

“Nothing more like the present Agent Reed. Let’s look sharp” he nods following her lead.

Later in the evening at Danny’s apartment, your friends are still lying about the apartment waiting for an update from Kirby. That means Chad and Ethan brought their blankets over to the living room as they lay on the floor watching one of your favorite movies with Mindy and Tara who are sitting on the couch while Sam is in the kitchen with Danny watching the same movie every now and again while also helping make dinner. 

“Any updates on your friend?” Danny asks as he looks over at Sam noticing that she wasn’t cutting the potatoes. “Sam,” he said her name a bit louder near her making her turn her head to look at him.

“Uh no not yet,” Sam says shaking her head tiredly at his question as she continues to cut the potatoes in front of her as she thinks about you silently. She tries to remain hopeful about your recovery as she looks over at her little sister “Hey Tara?” 

“Yeah?” Tara responds to her sister, her eyes not leaving the TV screen.

“Has Kirby updated you about Y/n at all?” Sam asks, trying to sound calm and not worried even though Tara can tell that she is before she pulls her eyes away from the TV to look at her older sister.

Then Tara gets up from the couch to join her sister in the kitchen with Danny “Nope” she says sitting on a kitchen stool in front of the island. “That doesn’t mean she’s not okay though. If we know Y/n like we should then maybe she told Kirby not to say anything.”

“Tara, ¿por qué haría eso?” Sam asks engaging her little sister in a private conversation.

(Tara, why would she do that?) 

Tara gives Sam a questioning look before responding to her “¿Alguna vez pensaste que tal vez ella no confiaba en nadie del grupo?” She says before taking a deep breath as Danny looks between the two sisters. 

(Have you ever thought that maybe she didn't trust anyone in the group?)

Sam gives Tara a pointed look making her little sister gesture with her eyes to behind her and Sam immediately looks at Ethan and not the entire group before looking over at Danny briefly when Kirby shoots them a text. 

Tara and Sam look at each other before reaching for their phones to look at the message they’ve been waiting for, Tara responds with a smile “Es hora de recoger a nuestra chica.”

(Time to pick up our girl)

Sam gives her sister a light smile “Mindy can you help Danny cut the vegetables for me please?” she asks Mindy.

Mindy nodded at the request as she got up smiling a little at Tara and Sam’s pep in their step “Get going you two” she gestured with her hands as the Carpenters left to go to the hospital.

“Where are they going?” Chad asks his sister as she walks around the island to help skin some carrots while Danny is cutting up meat into little pieces.

Mindy gives her brother a serious look. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She says cutting the carrots roughly “You’ll find out when they get back” Mindy ends the conversation making Chad nod before standing up with his blanket to sit on the couch while Ethan looks at them like a deer in headlights.

“Hey Mindy?” Danny calls her name as she looks over at her neighbor “Do you happen to know what the girls were saying in Spanish?” he asks with innocent eyes.

Danny’s question and face made her laugh as she pushed him away “I have no clue. Boy next door and even if I did I wouldn’t say shit” she says as she went back to skinning and cutting more carrots for dinner.

When the Carpenter sisters arrived at the hospital they initially thought they had to sign paperwork to let you out but much to their surprise they didn’t have to as they got to the counter. “We’re here to pick up Y/n,” Sam says to the customer service agent making the woman nod before responding.

“She should be down in a bit, just take a seat in the waiting area for her, okay?” She asks Sam and the girls nod before heading over to the waiting area to take a seat as they wait for you.

As Tara plays a game on her phone she can feel the vibrations of her sister’s leg bouncing next to her making her sigh as she puts down her phone “¿Estás bien Sam?” she asks her sister, turning her head to look at her.

(Are you okay Sam?)

Sam nods as she looks down at her hands before hiding them and responding to her little sister “Solo estoy nerviosa de verla eso es todo.” 

(I'm just nervous to see her that's all)

Tara nods in response to her older sister’s answer before watching her stand up as she looks ahead and Tara soon follows, turning her head, she sees you. When she saw you walking into the lobby Tara couldn’t hold in her excitement as you got closer to the waiting area, Tara grabbed her sister's hand and pulled her to you “Y/N!” she yelled before letting go of her sister’s hand to go hug you.

When you caught sight of Tara running at you out of excitement you knew to brace for impact because as Tara got closer she had her arms open wide for you, which you happily embraced her for. But to your surprise, she embraces you softly and as you look down with a smile you notice that she is crying and your eyes start to tear up as you hug her back “Tara I’m so sorry for being a bad friend” You cry into her hair.

“You weren’t! I was! I’m sorry Y/n!” she yelled into you as her crying slowly started to stop. “When we were on our way back to your apartment I was going to give you your favorite snack and drink to apologize for the way I was acting but I was too late,” Tara says nodding before wiping her eyes. 

You tap and rub Tara’s back as you look down at her ���I’m still here” you say to her before you look up to see Sam but you only catch a glimpse of her from the back as she walks out of the hospital. “Tara, is your sister okay?” You asked looking down at her as Tara turned around to see that her sister wasn’t in the building.

“I know she was nervous to see you but I didn’t think she would let it get to her” she responds to you before taking your hand in hers. “Let’s go back home, come on,” Tara says as she slowly drags you with her out of the hospital and to the car.

On the drive back to Danny’s house you are seated behind Sam on the passenger side of the car and while you relax in the back you can feel your eyelids getting heavy from the movement of the car but also from using your energy to walk around.

While you're half asleep Tara says something to her sister in Spanish “¿Por qué regresaste al auto sin decirle nada a Y/n?” she asked while behind the wheel, looking over at Sam, and Sam responded back.

(Why did you walk back to the car without saying anything thing to Y/n?)

“No estaba lista para verla, Tara,” Sam says to her little sister before she yells “Tara stop the car!” the car comes to a complete stop almost crashing into a car in front of them, and the sudden halt forces you to wake up in a fright. 

(I wasn't ready to see her, Tara)

“Everyone okay?” you ask in your half-sleep drunken stupor before you rub and slap your face so you can be more awake but the girls don’t respond to you. “GUYS are two okay?” you ask a bit annoyed this time causing Sam and Tara to jump in their seats.

“Yes we are” they both answered shaking their head at the same time before looking at each other.

You take a deep breath before talking again “Good, just be careful on the road Tara. New York City drivers can be wild sometimes, you have to keep your eyes peeled.” You say to Tara before adding “You too Sam don’t get distracted” catching the Carpenter sisters shaking their heads as they hide their smiles from you not realizing how happy they both are that you're back in their presence again.

Soon after you and the Carpenter sisters arrive at their apartment building in Bowery. Tara parks the car across the street and the girls get ready to get out of your car while you try to figure out how you should get out of the passenger side by yourself when Sam opens your door making you look up at her. You both end up staring at each other for a few minutes before Sam extends her hand out for you to grab helping you out of the car. After you close your car door behind you a passerby you didn’t see walking your way scares you into falling back into your car as you lost your footing on the sidewalk. But you didn’t feel the impact because Sam catches you by wrapping you up in her arms one hand holding your lower back and the other carefully holding your upper back without reinjuring you in the process. But just as you are about to move away from Sam, she tightens her arms around you not wanting to let you go just yet. It occurs to you at that moment that Sam might have been feeling responsible for whatever happened to you the other day and is asking for your forgiveness in the form of a hug so you let her have this. You melt into her embrace in a silent forgiveness causing her to groan into your shoulder as she buries her face into it at the same time your hands press into her ribs as you feel every muscle in her body twitch and relax under your touch, your hands eventually reaching up her back pulling her flushed against your body.

Tara smiles from the sidewalk across the street as she pulls her phone out to take a picture of the two of you for two reasons. One she can cherish this memory of the two of you hugging and Two to use it as blackmail to get something she wants from her sister later down the road before she decides to enter the building to walk over to Danny’s apartment.

For the few minutes that you and Sam are together hugging each other in silence near your car you start to feel your shirt become wet and Sam shaking as she starts to cry into your shoulder a sight you didn’t expect to experience again. Her cries keep you quiet as you take in a deep breath while listening to some of what your feelings are telling you, your emotions are telling you to cry because seeing Sam in pain hurts you so deeply. But you hold them back even though you can feel your own tears coming to the surface, you know it wasn’t the right time and that Sam needed you right now so you lean your head against hers feeling her soft skin against your own as you tuck her hair behind her ear. Because you know that sometimes skin contact is what soothes her even when it’s just your hands entangling into one another secretly like underneath the blankets during a movie night or your legs touching each other as you two sit across each other at a table and to this day it makes you wonder why she would feel so safe with you. It should be obvious to you but it’s not.

“Shh” you cooed softly next to Sam’s ear while rubbing her back and kissing her cheek "Shh" you cooed again. Sam finds your thoughtful gestures at making her calm down so endearing that it almost makes her feel a little weak in the knees as she holds you this close to her body. She finds it difficult to imagine what her world would look like if Ghost Face had succeeded in taking you away from her and the very thought has her putting her chin on your shoulder as the cold breeze dances across her tear-stained cheeks. She’s lost in thought for a moment as she continues to hold you while she looks across the street at her apartment building remembering how her family and you were attacked at her apartment. She remembers how you were willing to stay behind so that her family was safe in Danny’s apartment when the day before you covered Tara’s back while they were running out of the bodega to safety without you. Sam could feel something starting to click in her head when her train of thought was cut off by something wet hitting the side of her face so she blinked before pulling back to look up at the sky.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to start crying” Sam heard you say as you tried to hide your face from her feeling embarrassed as she looked down at you with soft eyes. “Maybe we should head inside” you spoke up “I’m sure Danny and your family are starting to get worried,” you said last before you started to feel one of Sam’s hands caress your face guiding you to look up at her while her other hand remains on your lower back. Sam stares into your eyes with a soft longing look as she rubs the side of your face with her thumb. Her eyes move between your eyes and your lips while you can’t help but watch her contemplate if she should kiss you softly or consume you whole. The very thought of her kissing you has you nervous because you’ve never kissed anyone before but the way Sam looks at your lips. You're thinking ‘I want this’ as Sam leans her head down to kiss you while you close your eyes. When Sam’s lips finally meet yours she moves her lips against yours in a way that allows you to practice kissing her before you start to get the hang of her movements as she feels your hands slowly move from her body to her face and into her hair. Your actions cause Sam to gently push you into your car eliciting a light moan from you and that sweet sound from your throat lets Sam know that you’ve been meaning to kiss her for a while like she’s been meaning to kiss you. Sam proceeds to lick the bottom of your lip as gently as possible because she doesn’t want to pressure you into anything before she feels your tongue lick the bottom of hers as you both smile into each other getting into a gentle but heated kiss.

“Hey, Ethan! Dinner’s ready!” Mindy yells pulling Ethan’s eyes away from his phone.

“Okay, I’ll be right there!” Ethan yells back as he receives a text message from someone and it reads.

Ethan hums at this because he’s itching to cut something open as he hears the front door open as you and Sam walk into the apartment.

“Sam it’s about time you-” Chad spoke up before becoming quiet making Mindy, Danny, and Tara look up from their food. Tara smiles while eating her bowl of stew that Danny made as Ethan gets up from the ground.

Danny is the first person to get up from his spot at the island to come and greet you “Hey you” he says before gently hugging you while Sam instinctively gets closer to you as she watches Mindy and Chad come over to hug you.

“I’m glad you're back Y/n,” Chad says as he hugs you and you give him a gentle hug back.

“I’m glad to be back, Chad,” you say softly before messing with his hair as he takes a step back so you can hug Mindy but you notice she’s a bit teary-eyed.

When Mindy hugs you she hugs you a little tight making you groan so she loosens her hug “Sorry Y/n I didn’t mean to” she says as she looks over at Sam seeing her lightly smile while you hide apart of your face in her shoulder as you look over at Ethan.

“You're fine Mindy,” you say to her reassuring her that she did nothing wrong before you furrow your brows a little as you stare at Ethan. A sudden voice passes through your head ‘Your friends are lost…..which means I can easily kill them with their guard down’ the voice says but it’s faint and you can’t quite place whose voice it belongs to. The voice makes you a little on edge as your body stiffens a little as you let go of Mindy and Sam can see this as Ethan walks over to the kitchen “Hi Ethan” you wave at him but it feels weird.

“Welcome back Y/n,” Ethan says nervously with a smile around you as he grabs himself a bowl to put food into before going into the living room while Sam takes off her bomber jacket to put on the coat rack on the wall.

“Make sure you two grab some food there’s plenty there,” Danny says before going back to eating his food and talking to Chad in between.

You and Sam nod with a hum before you walk over to the kitchen as you sniff the air as a smile graces your face smelling the ingredients from the stew instead of the cleaning products from the hospital as you walk into the kitchen. While you are in the kitchen you look around the kitchen counter for a bowl when you look up to find two bowls in the cabinet above you so you go to open the cabinet. 

Ethan discreetly watches you from the coffee table in the living room before realizing that he didn’t have a fork with him so he decided to get up from his spot at the coffee table to get one. While he walks over to the kitchen he thinks of ways to fuck with your head feeling a little bolder with each step he takes than usual even with Sam around making him put on a gentle smile even though on the inside he’s grinning wildly.

But Sam kept vigilant, she takes every mental note of Ethan’s behavior while you're around so she walks over to you while Ethan makes his way to the kitchen after she locks the front door. “Let me get the bowls for you Y/n,” she says putting her left hand on your hip while reaching up to get the bowls with her other hand.

“Y-Yeah sure,” you say shyly to Sam with a smile even though you both made out at your car before staring at her toned arm while also taking note of where her other hand is placed as you smile at her. “Thanks, Sam,” you say softly to her as Sam smiles to herself before looking down at your eyes and nodding at you.

“Not a problem,” Sam says to you as she backs away so you can get some food first before she hears Ethan clear his throat as she looks over at him with a serious look. “Need something Ethan?” she says leaning back on the island while you scoop some stew from the pot as she crosses her arms.

“Y-Yeah I just forgot to get a fork,” He says with a nervous smile looking at Sam before looking over at you briefly “I can’t eat without one,” he says shrugging his shoulders making Sam nod before he walks over to where you are by the counter while your friends at the island watch you three like they’re watching a soap opera.

At the last second, you catch a glimpse of Ethan as you turn to walk to your left of the island when Ethan stops you by putting his hand on the handle of the drawer, almost making you spill the stew on yourself as he pulls on the handle near you pulling it open as he looks over at you, trapping you between himself and the counter.

“You should have stayed at the hospital,” Ethan says under his breath but loud enough so that you can only hear him while watching you with wild eyes before he looks down to retrieve a fork and backs away from you but not before lightly pressing the back of the fork against your wounded side while he has you distracted.  

“What?” you say to Ethan before your breath hitches lightly as Sam pushes past him so she can purposely pick up her bowl while at the same time trapping you between herself and the counter, her body creating a temporary barrier for you.

“Did you get what you needed?” Sam asks in a serious tone as she feels your body relax against hers as Ethan nods with a light smile closing the drawer. Then she watched him walk around the island and to the living room where he was sitting last before turning to look back at you “Are you okay?” she gently whispered into your ear.

“Yeah I’m fine” you whispered back with a nod before walking past Sam and over to the island to sit next to Tara before realizing you forgot to get a fork yourself “Sh-”. Just when you were going to get up Sam sits down next to you before placing a fork in your stew while Tara pours you a cup of water and places it some inches away from your bowl and you just look at them both with a questioning look. 

“Okay Sam, I see you,” Mindy says aloud catching Sam’s attention as you briefly look up at Mindy and then at Sam before going back to eating your bowl of stew on the island.

Sam takes a deep breath before looking over at Mindy “See what?” she asks before eating as Sam begins to tap her leg against the seat while Tara looks at Mindy with a smile.

“You know what? Nothing” Mindy says smiling to herself knowingly thinking about how Sam was protecting you in the kitchen just now before looking over at you. “How are you doing Y/n since you were released from being detained at the hospital?” Mindy asked jokingly causing you to almost snort with food in your mouth.

You cough a little “Good it’s been really good so far…I don’t have to worry about missing you guys anymore” you say smiling because even though you're alive and well there is this deep sense of sadness that passes through you it’s like something is missing but you don’t know what it is. 

Sam subtly looks over at you wondering what you might be feeling then looks at her bowl and then at yours seeing how they’re both empty before watching Chad get up to get more stew while she bumps her elbow against yours to get your attention. 

“What’s up Sam?” you ask turning your head to look at her, giving Sam a gentle smile as you bump the side of your shoulder into hers in response.

“Do you want me to get you more food?” Sam asks, scanning your face and then your lips before watching you shake your head.

“I think I’m uh done for the night,” you say, looking down at her lips before looking away “I can clean my own bowl.” You say next bringing your bowl closer to your body when Tara got up from her seat and snatched your bowl up “Hey I said I was going to clean my own bowl!”

Tara heard you say “Didn’t ask Y/n” she yells back before putting your bowl in the sink with hers making you look at Sam who looked at you awkwardly before sighing and getting up to wash the dishes with her sister.

While Sam and Tara are occupied at the counter Danny retrieves Mindy and Chad’s bowls bringing them over to the counter to place them in the sink before walking up to the island “So Y/n…what happened yesterday?” he asks you causing Sam to stop washing the dishes for a moment as she turned her head slightly.

“Uh umm I-I don’t. I don’t remember what happened yesterday except for having dinner with Sam and someone knocking on my apartment door” you say nervously catching Sam looking over her shoulder at you before going back to cleaning the dishes when Chad started getting slightly pushy.

“So you wouldn’t know what happened to Ethan then?” Chad questions making Mindy look over at him with a questioning look while Ethan is in the living room smiling to himself now realizing that he has Chad wrapped around his finger and that he would go out of his way to defend him and his false confession. 

“I uh no I wouldn’t but could you fill me in?” you question as you reach for your cup of water that Tara poured for you earlier while you racked your brain for answers. 

“Ethan told us that you guys went down to the basement to turn on the breaker in your apartment building before you dipped on him to supposedly go back to the entrance only to hit him over the head with a bat,” Chad says a little seriously making Mindy defend you.

“Excuse me Chad then explain how Y/n would have those wounds?” Mindy asks him as the Carpenter sisters get done with what they were doing to fully listen in on Chad and Mindy’s conversation with you before Danny adds his two cents.

“I’ve uh never seen the Stab films but uh based off of the other movies that I’ve watched. What if that’s what this Ghost Fucker wants you guys to do? You know be at each other's throats?” Danny voiced considering how you’re unable to remember most of your night yesterday and he’s sure it’s frustrating for you not to be able to recall anything as he watched you get up.

“I’ll be right back,” you say aloud before looking over at Danny “Could you show me where the bathroom is?” you asked and Danny nodded walking around the island to help you while Sam could tell that you needed some space.

“Here we are,” Danny says, guiding you to the bathroom as he gives you a little tour of his apartment on the way over.

“Thanks, Danny,” you say giving him a tired smile and he gently patted your shoulder as a ‘you’re welcome’ before he walked away so that you could head into the bathroom by yourself. When you enter the bathroom you immediately close the door locking it behind you while leaning on it. While you lean against the door you contemplate what actually happened the night before “What happened to you yesterday?” you ask yourself quietly closing your eyes when you hear a voice pass through your head 'You protect your friends by warning them, will even get stabbed for them and what do you get in return?’ you hear before shaking your head to use the toilet. 

“You know Y/n has been in the bathroom for a while,” Ethan says as he looks over at Chad and the rest of his friends before getting up to clean his bowl.

“You think she might be stalling?” Chad says to the group as he tries to figure out which side of the room he’s on yours or Ethan's.

“You think she might be stalling?” Mindy mocks her brother out of love for you considering that you helped save her and her girlfriend’s life. “What would she be stalling for you dingbat? ” she says next before looking over at Sam with a tight-lipped smile “Want me to go check on her?” she asks.

Sam’s brows go up at her as she cleans a fancy glass with a clean rag before placing it on the drying rack “No you don’t have to Mindy I got it.” she says drying her hands quickly before she gets caught in the crossfire between Mindy and her brother “You guys just set up for bed while I go check on Y/n” making everyone nod. While Sam is walking down the hallway to the bathroom to check on you she hears the facet running from the sink so she waits outside the bathroom for you because she also wanted to know where you wanted to sleep tonight. 

While washing your hands your mind brings you back to the dream you had earlier that morning you try to figure out why the hospital hallway was so dark. You felt that there was possibly more to that nightmare before you thought more about what Chad said to you ‘You guys went down to the basement to turn on the breaker in your apartment building before you dipped on him.’ Your gut told you that a scenario like that wasn’t possible for you because as much as you wanted to leave a friend behind, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself while you look in the mirror. Then you bent down to splash some water and massage your face as you closed your eyes turning off the facet and when you went to open your eyes it was to the sound of the shower curtains moving out of the way as you looked up at the mirror and the sight made your eyes widen and a chill run down your spine.

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so here’s my silly little rant/opinions on the new doctor who season

if what i say pisses you off just keep scrolling mary i don’t have the energy to deal with negativity rn

so firstly i don't wanna talk abt how the new doctor regenerated okay that made absolutely no sense to me. idk why even 10 came back as well like ig donna's story was left "untold" ….but so is every other companion’s?

and idk how they split??? i really don't understand how they can do that but it’s aliens so whatever.

im also not gonna go into the christmas episode or the baby episode i...dont wanna relive that.

so!! i love the doctor i think he’s so fun and hip and his style is amazing.

personally i think the fact that he doesn’t have a set outfit is bc he’s trying to figure out who he is, which is always so exciting as the viewer going on this journey with him.

and ruby is awesome as hell!! low key fuck you writers for not making her a lesbian ( i mean she has the eyebrow slit and everything you should be ashamed).

also cool background story i love that she's interesting and a mystery. plus when villains are like "who...are you" that's always so dope.

i think that the "family" of the different "gods" is really cheesy but GOD i loved jinx they did so fucking amazing their performance was everything. i want them to act in every show ever honestly.

with that being said.. that episode specifically wasn’t my favorite, it was a cool concept but idgaf abt the beetles so 😭

and in that episode when the doctor ran away and hid?? that was new to the doctor that we know and i was like “yeah let’s go we’re gonna watch his character develop!”

so you would think it would build up to some sort of solution bc the doctor is tryna figure out who he is and that's gnarly love it

….then they DIDNT?

they didn't do anything with that?!?? at least that i was able to notice?

okay but after the jinx episode the rest of the episodes were actually fierce!

the landmine one had some really cool dialogue moments especially with the bickering like love i'm obsessed. ruby was also really cool and i love how much she cares about the doctor and how she wasn’t scared. i think that says a lot about her character. not to mention i think having her so in awe of the planets was a really good choice bc that reaction is so human and i love it.

buttttt the other characters were like mad infuriating which may have been the point? and throughout the episode it was so tense and nerve racking but the end was so anticlimactic. i loved the idea, and i loved that the dad was able to save the day (even tho i wanted the doctor to save the day but whatever) but i wanted MORE. i wanted the doctor and ruby to go into town, or to see the government and face them and call them out on the war! the fact that it was in one area the entire episode was just not it, me no likey.

the ruby centered episode was AWESOME.

that one was so unsettling (in a good way) and it was sooooo cool to see her like basically save the world and then she dies but BOOM they're back when the episode first started. i loved it, so peak doctor who timey wimey stuff

even tho i'm still a little confused as to if the lady was ruby? but whatever i still really enjoyed it i honestly have no cons on this episode it displayed what kind of person she is perfectly.

next, the bridgerton episode was fun! love the gayness they even kissed and they flirted it was so fierce. and ugh ruby’s character just keeps getting better and better honestly shes so fun and it’s so easy to root for her.

…but… the dialogue wasn’t good in this episode….at all. especially having the aliens say the word ‘cosplay’ took me out of the fantasy completely

also side note but not really-

what always impressed me growing up watching doctor who was that even back in 2005 the alien makeup was always so FIERCE like cunty boots down house houston bc it's makeup centric!

it also allows talented people to show off their skills and add really personal features to the actors who are playing the aliens. but nowadays they rely on the cgi so much that it just doesn’t seem believable and honestly it doesn't look good anymore. like mentioned before with makeup you can use the actor’s features to your advantage which creates the perfect illusion.

makeup + a LITTLE bit of cgi is the way to go and i don't get a fuck if it's more expensive ur a fucking successful ass company you have the money now USE IT

the episode itself was good until the very end when rouge sacrificed himself and then the doctor was like "i move on that's what happens" like bruh

by having him say that, it honestly makes you think that all of the losses the doctor has endured is just moments of his past, and that he’s moved on

like no i want the doctor to be angry, to be motivated!!

and that's what i think this doctor lacked.

there was no motivation or drive for him, which is so fucking stupid bc the actor is amazing.

the episode that ended with the doctor experiencing racism for the first time…you can tell that the actor put his whole heart and soul into his performance (especially the scream). he was unleashing a whole new part of his doctor and it was absolutely perfect.

so why not use that to give the doctor more motivation, more anger? seeing the doctor not being able to move on, to be selfish at times bc that makes him feel human. which would make sense BC!! he has spent so much times with humans and earth is important to him.

moving on; one of the biggest things that made this season an issue was that they cried every. single. episode.

when you only get something every once and a while it makes that thing so much more precious. the doctor only cries like once a season, and when he does it's like actually thrilling bc you don't get that side of him a lot.

and usually it's with a lot of anger bc the doctor is angry!! we've been through how many seasons of the doctor suffering?? i mean the man literally blew up his own planet. he's been thru the ringer.

there are so many episodes of the doctor not having the best morals, of him letting the villain die bc of his own selfish intentions. he's not supposed to be a hero, and i think that’s also what makes the doctor so compelling.

another con was the dialogue. one of my biggest tv / movie turn offs is when they say what they’re doing. and not in the super impressive like monologue way but in the simple way of being like "i'm cooking" like mary yeah i see you doing that??

and this season used that a lot. and again NOT in the cool monologue saving the day way speaking of that, no cool monologues? none? nada?

the best part of doctor who is when the doctor goes against all odds and saves the day with that sexy smirk and has the coolest monologue with the kick ass music in the back and during it gives you goosebumps! it also allowed the actor to put forth a lot of emotion into their performance and allowed them to build who their doctor is.

despite all of that, i did really enjoy the episode with ruby growing old and the racism episode. the fact that they didn’t have to say it was perfect and i think was a really good choice bc it was a surprise factor, especially with the doctor’s reaction. when they brought in a random character to save the day and him be so unlike the rest of his race and then kill him is always gonna be classic trope, bc my sister and i were GAGGED. perfect, absolutely perfect.

however. the season finale can go fuck itself.

UNIT is so cheesy now, and it feels so unreal and silly which i think is stupid. they’ve had this facility for so long so the fact that it is unserious now is lame. it feels really fake whenever they're trying to be serious and sciency, which is not the way to go when ur a literal army based facility.

anyways back to the season finale-yeah it was cool to have a throwback especially with the fact it was “the one who waits” that was gnarly! however,,, when sutukh whatever his name was literally kills the entire universe…it didn't feel like it??? it happened so quickly it didn't have that shock value it was supposed to and i was actually confused.

i did love the throwback to the ruby episode so it made you feel like it was tying that together which is nice!! give them some recognition yay!!

now let’s talk abt the whole plot with Ruby’s birth mother.

the build up of her real mother i mean it's been every episode when they mentioned it. in the first part where they were in the time window, that was giving me the creeps! i loved that it was scary and confusing and i couldn’t wait to figure it out!

so when the birth mother of ruby, the woman that even the god of death was infatuated with, the woman that the doctor couldn't figure out, the woman that was stuck in some sort of time thingy…………..is just a regular woman? its just some teenager who got knocked up and gave away her kid? that's it?

i've been getting edged this entire fucking season just for this?

if you enjoyed that it was a regular person i get it! it’s a throwback to whenever the doctor made his speech about how no one is ever just unimportant, which i do love and appreciate.

the whole reason she's important is bc the unknown is the most powerful thing which honestly i agree. my biggest fears are always the unknown. so yes absolutely i get it….but….are you...are you kidding me?

and then ruby leaves? ruby is done traveling with the doctor? i just. ugh.

there was so much potential and i’m just so empty now.

yes it had its cool moments, but im honestly so heartbroken and disappointed with how it turned out like, some bitch on tumblr could have written this season better than this.

i really really really hope the next season is better, at this point it’s just the writing. so get it together writers!! Ncuti is a phenomenal actor he is so fun and his range is so raw and captivating. not to mention Ruby! i’m really sad she’s leaving so soon, she was really fun and complimented the doctor well.

i can’t wait to see what’s next, and honestly no matter what i’m gonna watch doctor who bc it’s so special to me <3