#im kind of surprised no one has already posted this on here

[c4tluver02]

free movies

wc: 1.5k

summary: Normally Keith gives you a free movie just for being so pretty and kind. But what happens when he's gone and Steve's there?

cw: female anatomy, r has long hair, diva!reader barely but maybe?

a/n: so someone should send requests so im not only posting Steve in family video or in a pool........ i swear i acc have ideas guys!!!! Walk With Me.

The sun shining brightly through your window tells you it’s the perfect time to put on your shortest dress. It’s extremely hot out now that it's summer and wearing anything more than shorts and a tank top could kill you. It’s a nice dress that you can wear to run some errands like going to Family ideo, getting your car washed, maybe even a little sweet treat for all your hard work. It worked out perfectly. 

So when you walk into Family Video with your short dress and push up bra you expect to see Keith. Your sweetest smile is already on display, but there's no sign of him. Only two kids who look about your age stand behind the counter arguing so loudly that they didn't even hear the door open and close. Immediately dropping the smile you walk up to the counter and tap on the counter, hoping to get someone's attention. 

For Steve it wasn't even the sound of your nails on the ceramic surface but your perfume. It wrapped around him in a warm way, a hint of vanilla but not enough to suffocate him. He turned around to see where it was coming from and that's when he was met with you. In that pretty dress and, wow, your boobs look really good. You don’t look like you're trying too hard but it's obvious you're a little dressed up. 

“Is Keith in today?” You ask with a head tilt looking at the back door as if you're waiting for him to walk out of it. 

The two kids look at each other in surprise. No one ever asked for Keith, especially not a beautiful girl. Maybe you want to work here, Steve thinks. He really hopes that's the case then he could actually work up the courage to maybe ask you out? 

“Uh Keith hasn't been in for like a month. Now that the new arcade is up he barely comes around.” The girl with bangs says. Her name tag is a little scratched up. 

The boy however, Steve more like, he was silent as a mouse. Looking at you like he saw something otherworldly. 

“Oh..” You say. Trying to hide the little bit of disappointment you feel that your little tricks might no longer work. 

“Why do you need him anyways?” Steve asks. 

You bite your lip, a little embarrassed to say the evil plan you've had. But Steve thinks the action alone made his pants a little tighter. 

“Well, I would kinda flirt with him for a free film.” You say with a wince.

Both of their eyes shot out wide like you had told them you found a million dollars. Realizing how bad it sounds you are quick to explain yourself further. 

“Fake flirt! It’s.. it’s all fake.” Now you're feeling silly for coming in here lookin like you're trying to impress someone and they think it's Keith. 

“I just, kinda, come in and wear cute stuff and say hi and he gives me free movies.” You explain.

Robin lets out a laugh, it’s crazy but good for you! Steve thinks a little differently but is intrigued nonetheless. 

“So you just fake laugh at his jokes and he falls for it?” Steve asks, surprised Keith would let anyone have a free movie. Maybe he was weaker than they thought. 

“Yeah pretty much. I mean it's just putting on a dress, saying he looks good in his vest, and I walk out with a free film.” You say simply. The routine feels fine to you but now that you've said it outloud it’s not feeling so great. 

“Well we can’t give you a free film but if you still want one feel free to look around!” Robin has her customer voice back on, probably done with you and your dumb tricks. 

“I mean I could give you a friend's discount?” Robin sighs as Steve suggests it. Of course what worked on Keith is working on Steve. 

“Really? You’d do that even though we just met?” You give him a smile but this time it’s real. Nothing like the fake ones you would flash at Keith. 

“Yeah I mean just a one time special. Just because you pulled one on Keith and I’ve been wanting to do that since I got the job.” Steve laughs. It’s such a pretty sound. The more you look at him you realize his hazel eyes and amazing smile. 

“That's really sweet of you. I promise the next time I show up I’ll look more normal. I just wanted a free movie.” You end it with a frown, sad you’ll have to start paying for a movie that you'll only use once. 

Steve hates the look of a frown on your face. Your brows dip and the look in your eyes could break his heart if it went on any longer. Robin decided to walk to the back of the store and actually do her job. If you can pull one on Keith you can for sure pull it on Steve she thinks. She's surprised he wasn't target number one. 

“Well for any consolation, you do look really nice.” He hopes it doesn't come out as bad as Keith would say it, he just wants it to soften the blow. It’s just a movie but Steve has this urge to fix your problem. One could even say he needs to see you leave with a smile that's real. 

“Thank you.” It comes out sheepishly. This routine of words feels all too familiar for the situation. Normally coming out harmless but counterfeit, now coming out with heated pink cheeks and a hand twirling your hair. 

“Do you have anything in mind for the movie you want?” Steve asks, ready to help you in any way. What wonderful customer service, right? 

“I actually asked Keith to hold a movie.” You say with your hands coming to cover your face quickly. 

“Oh, okay! What's the name it’s under?” He can tell this whole moment isn't how you normally present yourself but it's fun to watch you fall apart in front of him.  

“It’s actually under his name. Or he told me it would be. God the more I talk about it outloud I feel awful about using him.” You’re back to biting your lip. Eyes on the prize, Steve. 

“Nah, don't feel bad. He actually threatened to keep my check if I was late one more time so now I have something on him. He deserves it anyways.” Steve shrugs searching for the movie Keith hid away. 

“I didn't even flirt with him the first few times I came in. I was just polite and I guess he took it a certain way and I guess I didn't say otherwise.” You keep explaining but Steve already sees you as some angel brought down just for him. The fact that you’re feeling like it’s your fault he flirted with you in the first place already shows Steve that your heart is in the right place. 

“You make it sound like you broke his heart or something. You didn't do anything wrong.” Steve confirms and you nod your head in response. Ready to let the topic go, buy the movie, and leave. This whole thing has knocked your ego down a few levels, especially when doing it in front of someone as gorgeous as Steve. 

He scans the movie and you pay in silence. It isn't awkward but it isn't something you want to linger any longer than it already is. Another customer has come in and Robin is there to help. You wish you could have met them in different circumstances, one where your ass isnt almost out of your dress and the flush to your cheeks isn't permanent. But maybe that's not a you problem but simply something that happens when you're around Steve. 

He gives you a smile that makes you smile in return. Like seeing something so pretty you can't help but become instantly happy by seeing it. 

“So when you come back are you still gonna be looking for Keith?” Steve asks with a hint of playfulness in his voice. His hands are pushed against the counter to hold himself up and he has really nice hands. 

“Why would I when this Steve guy is so much better? He gives friends discounts y’know.” You say back and Steve could hear the purr in your voice. 

But to look like the little gravel did not completely rock his world he rolled his eyes as he laughed. Steve puts your dvd in a bag and you really didn't need one but Steve needs an excuse to see you for even just a second longer. 

“I think you might need to become friends with me to get that.” He’s still got your bag, not handing it back to you

You shrug your shoulders and sigh. “Then I guess i'll be here often.”

[srjlvr]

,, 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT MY EX ’’

JUST when you thought your life couldn’t get any worse after your biggest break up of the year, someone posted your (very) much hateful list about your ex.

PAIRING. Ex!jake X Ex-fem!Reader

GENRE. fluff(look at me putting this first in genre) , angst , exes to lovers.

WARNINGS. y/n is kind of a bitch towards jake ig, jake is a big big player, lots of miscommunications, also very much not proofread!! i shall add more if i missed something!

WORD-COUNT. 7.8k+

NOTE. there we go again with this story cover, im outta here, graphics and me are not friends UGH i gotta start paying for someone to actually do this for me smh. anyways!! everything here is FICTIONAL!! i do NOT see jake nor any of the characters like that in any way!! if you don’t like it—youre very welcomed to skip!!

you thought you had your brightest future in your hands.

being an ace student, scoring A+ in all of your tests and winning the teacher’s favoritism, all of that while also being the most popular cheerleader of your school.

you’re literally living everyone’s dream, not only being a popular student, but also dating the most popular student who also happened to be your highschool’s basketball team leader, jake sim.

girls swoon for him, beg him to notice them, even go as far as to send him gifts that costs probably more than their own house, but no, his eyes search for one person and one person only, and that’d be you.

“i’m sorry, i can’t continue all of this”

“this? what do you mean—“

“i mean us, this relationship, i don’t think it’s going to work anymore”

“oh”

“that’s all you got to say?”

“do you expect me to cry and get on my knees, begging you to regret this?”

“what?”

“speechless now, are we? i’ve been waiting for this day”

denial was your best friend, and you might’ve realized it a bit too late.

you were hurt, fuck you wanted to break down and cry. but he doesn’t deserve to see that.

you ignored so many red flags in your relationship, you were lovesick and pathetic, all for him, it broke you apart. but you do not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

“y/n…”

“i don’t want to hear it jake, i’m actually glad you took this step”

you’re not glad at all, you do love him.

“i wish you the best” he said quietly and left.

this whole relationship felt like a mistake for the both of you, it was toxic, too toxic.

like those you see on TV shows where the popular girl and guy just date for fame and nothing more, yeah, just like that.

but you loved each other, you really did. communication was your biggest enemy, and that’s what lead to this whole toxic relationship mess.

“what a fucking asshole! it hasn’t even been a month and he’s already all over the girls! pathetic”

“yeji!”

your best friend rolled her eyes, “am i wrong? he was always a player”

you shook your head.

she wasn’t totally wrong, even before you started dating he used to hold a different girl in his hands every other day.

big player indeed.

you on the other hand, no matter how popular you were, you stayed reserved. many boys tried their luck, but it was no use.

though being reserved, you didn’t mind the looks the other boys gave you, and took every chance you had to show yourself off.

therefore it was so surprising to everyone that you and jake started dating.

the biggest player and the reserved popular girl, dating? this had to be a joke.

the truth is that jake had been keeping his eyes on you for long, and he knew that he has to hold you in his arms and show you that a player like him can actually love.

at first it took him time to break down your walls, but he did his best to assure you that he’ll never let anything bad happen to you.

that was….well, until he decided to break things off.

“yeah, he was, once a player, always a player” you agreed with her, glancing at jake and rolling your eyes when noticing that the girl he was flirting with is having too much fun.

“let’s just go, i’m tired of watching those clowns” you sighed and walked away.

“y/n! i’m sorry you had to witness….well—“

“it’s okay sunghoon, really”

before you and yeji could walk too far, sunghoon stopped you.

sunghoon is jake’s best friend, you and him weren’t the best at making conversation while you and jake were still together, but when you broke up, something changed between the two of you.

“don’t mind him, he can be a total asshole sometimes”

“sometimes?” yeji chuckled and sunghoon nervously scratched his nape.

“thank you sunghoon, i’m fine though” you gave him a weak smile and walked away.

“well if there’s one thing that’s good about jake is that his best friend is smoking hot and totally into you!!” yeji clapped her hands.

you rolled your eyes in disbelief, “yeji i don’t think you get it, he’s just being nice because he feels bad about his best friend acting like a dickhead”

“oh y/n, i can read face expressions, he’d definitely ask you out if only things weren’t so difficult”

“don’t push it!”

“that’s the ONLY good thing about jake though, i feel bad for that walking red flag, he’s so bad at keeping his relationships”

“i should make a list of things that i hate about him and send it to every girl in school so they’d know they need to run away from him!” you joked.

“i’d definitely help you, i’m sure as hell that it’ll make his ugly face vanish” she was joking as well.

you both were joking, you knew it very well.

so how the hell did you find yourself sitting in your room desk, writing a list about the things you hate about your ex?

“one, he’s smoking hot, his visuals can mess up your mind” you’re writing everything down as you’re saying them out loud.

complimenting him on your first point? way to go girl!

“two, he’s a big fat player, once your date is over he’s already probably running to find his next” you rolled your eyes to this one.

not even a month passed and he’s already flirting with others? what a loser!

“three, so full of himself! it actually hurts to see a person who loves himself so much he could probably die!”

that one time he wouldn’t stop talking about how many girls asked him out in one night? yickes!

“four, so toxic and possessive! don’t want you around any guy while he walks around and talks with any girl he sees”

when he got jealous that you spoke with your childhood friend about the most random thing ever? disgusting!

“five, puts milk before cereal, i don’t even need to explain!”

a walking red flag or what?

after finishing the rest five points you had to make, you decided to call it a night and drifted away to dreamland.

“psst”

“hm?”

“i know we were joking about the hateful list yesterday, but i actually made it”

“what?!”

you put your hand over yeji’s mouth and giggled.

“it just felt so good! i feel so relieved now! i don’t even want to post it, but it just felt so right to just let everything out”

“so proud of you, girl! finally let it go and move on!!” she pat your shoulder and then proceeded to hug you.

“where did you hide that list?” she raised her brow.

“i just brought it with me today, i put it in my locker and i’ll probably burn it by the end of the day, i just wanted to show it to you first before i do it”

“now that’s my girl!”

yeji is the bestest friend you could’ve ever asked for. she was always there for you.

ever since you were little you were stuck like a glue, you had each other’s backs and you were more than thankful to have her in your life.

“hey y/n! i was just wondering, do you perhaps have notes for the last maths class? i missed it because of practice and i’d really like some help” sunghoon showed up with a grin.

“sure, they’re in my locker, i’ll bring it to you” you nodded and he shook his head.

“i’ll come with you”

“oh? okay”

he followed you to your locker and waited for you to give him the notes.

“what’s in this paper?” he asked as he looked at the very cute designed paper.

“oh? that’s nothing really” you shrugged it off and quickly closed your locker, “bring them back to me when you finish”

“i will, thank you!” he said and walked away.

you opened your locker again to take out the paper, you sighed heavily and shoved it into your bag.

“six, he can’t keep his promises! if he’ll ever tell you he’ll play some video games with you, don’t believe it!!” yeji read it out loud and laughed.

you laughed with her, suddenly finding this list so funny.

“seven, his puppy eyes are definitely misleading! he’s a one manipulative bitch and he won’t be afraid to use his cute puppy eyes!” she rolled her eyes, “is that a good or a bad thing?”

“bad thing obviously! it’s literally written there that he’s manipulative!”

“girls love puppy eyes! you should know that!” she preached and you rolled your eyes.

you spent the rest of your lunch break giggling and laughing about this stupid list.

“i’m returning this to my locker, i’ll burn it after practice today” you told her and she nodded.

“i need proof of that, video call me when you do it!” she said and sent you off to practice.

arriving at the field, you found your friends and practice started.

“hey, y/n!” as you were packing everything in your bag and exiting the dressing room, sunghoon, who was already there waiting for you called you.

“hey, you” you grinned.

“will you let me do the honor and walk you home today?” he asked ever so nicely.

“sure!” you smiled and began to walk with him, completely forgetting about the paper you had to burn.

“i can’t believe you forgot the paper in your locker! what if someone steals it?” yeji complained over the phone right after you texted her that you forgot about it.

“yeji! no one knows it’s there except you! it’s not ‘to all the boys i’ve loved before’ story! you can calm down” you sighed.

you were right though, who knows this locker holds up something that can completely ruin not only yours but also your ex’s image?

“i guess i’m gonna let this slide today, but i’m going to burn this paper with you tomorrow!”

“hm”

“how was your walk with sunghoon~?” she teased.

“it was cool, he’s such a cute guy, surprised that he’s still single honestly”

“i think we both know why”

“i’m gonna go sleep!” you changed the subject and before she could ask any more questions you hang up.

the next day you found yourself yet again a victim to yeji’s new gossips while trying to take out a few things from your locker.

“so as i was saying—are you even listening to me?” she looked at you while you looked at the mirror that was hanged in your locker and applied your lipstick on.

“hm? oh yeah”

“you’re a lost case”

“we’re gonna burn this paper today! and then i will finally be able to feel free from this relationship” you smiled, explaining to her that it was the only thing on your mind.

“you’re damn right! this hate list about jake is going to be burnt today!!”

“this hate list about who?”

you jumped hearing someone else’s voice behind you.

“oh! yena, didn’t see you here” you chuckled nervously.

“just here to tell you that coach said there’ll be another practice today, i came here privately because, you know, you’re too busy in other things to care” oh she’s a one of a kind bitch.

you gave her a sarcastic smile, “i already know that, but thank you”

she returned the fake smile and walked away.

“that was so close!”

“you should be more careful, this girl is just looking for something that’ll bring you down” yeji whispered and you nodded, “i guess you’re right, at least she didn’t really hear all of this”

school ended and so did your practice, yeji leaned on the wall next to your locker as you searched for the paper.

“i could’ve sworn i put it right there!!”

“y/n think!! maybe you put it in your bag?”

you handed her your bag for her to search it.

“oh! i found it! it was between those notebooks” you giggled, “but i could’ve sworn i put it under all of my books”

“at least you found it” she sighed and put her hand over your shoulder.

“let’s burn this bitch!”

looking at the little fire you made with yeji made you feel excited and mostly happy.

you let all your thoughts together with this paper to burn.

your relationship was toxic, but this time was the most beautiful time in your life.

you and jake really did love each other.

one time you were sitting together in the library, trying to study the new material your teacher gave you.

“what are you up to?” he asked.

“studying, that’s why we’re in the library” you smiled.

“that’s so boring!” he pout. you giggled and pecked his lips, “you can be on your phone or something until i finish”

“no” he shook his head, “i want to do something with you”

“jake—“

“let’s go! i’m taking you on a date!” he grabbed your hands and dragged you out.

you spent the rest of your day together, sharing a few snacks and joking around.

it was the perfect kdrama couple everyone dreams of.

you ended up sleeping at jake’s house that day, and he made sure you knew how much he loves you.

“i can see our future together,” he smiled and held your hands, “me, a famous basketball player and you, my pretty partner”

you were sitting right across him on his bed and raised a brow, “oh? so i get to do nothing?”

“i’ll make sure to work hard so you could rest and never work for your entire life” he hugged you and pecked your cheek.

“remember that promise, i’ll use that against you in the future” you joked.

“that means…..you too see a future for us?”

“of course”

he put his hand on your cheek and moved you closer to him, he kissed you so deeply you could feel his love to you was sincere.

that small flashback of this romantic moment made you smile, you really do miss him.

but a dark memory came right away, not leaving any place for the sweet memories to stay,

“oh so i didn’t pay attention for you for once and now you’re giving fuck eyes to my best friend?” he yelled.

“you’re such an idiot sometimes! sunghoon was actually kind enough to apologize on your behalf! you were basically embarrassing me in front of everyone!”

“so now sunghoon’s the hero? go to him then!”

“why are you so stup—“

“i don’t want to hear your complains, y/n!”

“oh really?—“

“yes! go away!”

thinking about those moments reminded you why you’re still here looking at the hateful list you made about him.

he was toxic, possessive, and full on narcissistic, it was so hard to love him sometimes.

yeji came up to hug you when she noticed a few tears streamed down your face.

“let it go now, you already proved yourself you don’t need him” she smiled and you nodded.

“let’s go home”

the next day felt a lot better than the others, the sun was shining brightly, birds were singing, a big smile was smeared all over your face and most importantly, you felt free.

“morning, y/n!”

“morning yeji! lunch is on me today”

“i look up to you so much, my queen” she faked a bow and you giggled.

the day is going to be amazing, and so are the other days! you’re so sure of it.

you decided to keep up with jake’s game and even started flirting with other guys, not even minding if your ex was watching or not.

usually you would, but not now, or never again.

“what’s your fucking problem?”

while talking to some guy you don’t even remember the name of, jake grabbed your wrist and stopped the conversation.

“what do you mean—“

“i mean flirting with him, he’s supposed to practice—“

“you don’t return from break for the next ten minutes, i can talk with him in the meantime” you rolled your eyes.

“coach said—“

“don’t make up things now and don’t act like you care, we’re already over”

“y/n—“

“don’t play this game with me now jake, you can return to your fangirls and leave us alone” you scoffed and released his hold on your wrist.

he rolled his eyes in annoyance and walked away.

“did you see the way he looked at you? i bet you my whole money that he still loves you” yeji sounded as annoyed as he was.

“be ready to go bankrupt because there’s no chance”

“this asshole thinks you’re still in a relationship, he’s sooooo pathetic!”

“yeji, let’s stop talking about him” you groaned and she nodded.

you were in a really good mood today but he totally just ruined it.

the next few days went by so fast, you felt happier by each day that comes by, and nothing could ruin your mood.

that was until today’s morning.

as soon as you stepped your foot in the school’s hallway, people started gossiping.

“y/n! about point five, does he really put his milk before cereal? that’s disgusting!” a random student just popped up and asked you that question straightforwardly.

“huh?”

a few more students gathered around you and you couldn’t even understand a bit of what they were saying.

“excuse me! coming through!” yeji yelled and pushed everyone aside.

when she noticed you in the middle of the circle, she grabbed your hand and dragged you away.

“are you crazy? why would you post the list?!” she asked frustratedly.

“what list?”

“don’t play dumb!”

“no i’m really serious, what are you talking about?”

she glanced up at you and showed you her phone.

“no way!” you gasped.

someone posted your list!

“yes way! are you that stupid?”

“yeji that wasn’t me! i would never do something so dumb!” you reasoned yourself.

right, why would you even post this if you knew it was going to ruin your reputation?

she sighed and walked back and forth.

“it wasn’t me either!” she said almost instantly.

“yeji, you’re the only one who knows about this list” you said suspectedly.

“y/n, do you really think i’d post this? after shit-talking about him and threatening to kill him multiple times?” she looked genuinely hurt.

you know her ever since you know yourself, she wouldn’t do such a thing.

“you’re right” you sighed.

“so,” she spoke, “who’s the asshole?”

“i wish i knew” you scoffed, “i’d like to know who wants to ruin my image”

there were a few seconds of silence, “yena!” you and yeji shouted together with wide eyes.

“this bitch!” yeji spat, “she probably heard us talking about it!”

“oh i’m gonna give her some good bea—“

you were cut off by the bell and had to head straight to class.

you waited for everyone to get in and told yeji you’d come right after you get to your locker and take your notes.

the hallway was empty and you sighed in relief.

“YOU!!” you heard someone shouting across the hallway.

guess it wasn’t so empty after all.

you looked at the person and found the last person you wanted to see.

“you ruined my life!” the person just got closer and closer and you closed your eyes tightly.

“is it because of our break up? that’s how you get back at me? you ruined everything!”

you sighed heavily.

“and what’s with those points? eight, he’s such a nerd for physics it actually hurts, he won’t stop talking about it all the time, nine, thinks his dog is the cutest and will argue you if you don’t think like him, and ten, he’ll use your deepest secrets against you, he cannot be trusted???” he read out the list for you in disbelief, although you already know it.

“those are all lies aren’t they? why did you even—“

“well what am i supposed to do now? it’s already posted, and no! these are not lies! they’re the truth, if you only cared about how i felt in our relationship you’d realize how much of a dick you were” you scoffed and closed your locker, prepared to go to class since you were already too late.

you glanced at jake one last time, he looked speechless, confused and hurt.

were you too much? maybe. but he deserves it.

“hey y/n! should i be careful if i want to date you? i don’t want a hateful list posted about me if i ever break up with you” a random student yelled from across the hall as you were busy talking with yeji.

you glared at him and decided not to reply.

“ignore them, this whole thing will probably vanish in a few days” yeji caressed your back and you sighed.

“i hope you’re right—“ before you could continue, a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from yeji.

you looked at the person in charge and when you noticed it was very angry looking jake, you started panicking.

“hey, let me go!” you tried to let go of his hold but it was no use.

“why didn’t you delete it yet?” he asked angrily when you got into an isolated place.

“delete what?”

“are you that stupid?”

“obviously if i’m still talking to you”

“i’m talking about the post”

“it wasn’t me!” you argued.

“sure, and i’m actually queen elizabeth” he rolled his eyes, clearly not believing you.

“think about it, why would i ruin my reputation?”

“i don’t know, to get sunghoon’s attention? that’s all you ever did” he shrugged.

“you’re a piece of shit, you know that? try to figure who it was on your own” you spat and walked away, leaving him deep in thoughts.

“oh! there you ar— are you okay?” sunghoon who casually bumped into you noticed your frowned eyebrows and tightly closed fists.

“go to your friend, i think he needs you more than i do”

he slowly nodded, still worried about you but you just kept walking away.

“hey dude! what’s going on?” sunghoon noticed his friend’s weird behavior.

“sunghoon,” jake spoke, “who do you think posted it?”

sunghoon shrugged, “it could be anyone”

“who wants to destroy my image? do you think there’s someone that does?”

sunghoon looked at his friend in disbelief, does he really think only about himself now?

“maybe it was someone who wants to get back at y/n and not you? not everything revolves around you, you know”

ouch. truth hurts sometimes.

but it seemed to hit a nerve and jake suddenly got up.

“yena!”

“ugh! just when i thought my life got better without him now i have a huge scandal because of him” you whined.

“are you sure it was only because of him? i mean, you did leave it in your locker and…” yeji was about to continue but stopped when she noticed your glare.

“on who’s side are you?”

“every coin has two sides and you know it” she pressed her lips and you sighed.

maybe she’s right, instead of always blaming your ex about your life problems, you should face the truth sometimes.

“well if it isn’t the famous y/n!” you heard a voice you wished you’d never hear again.

“yena! it’s so good to see you here” you faked a smile, “what brings you here?”

“i study here” she answered sarcastically and you tried to resist the urge to punch her in the face.

“anyway, your list got so famous that everyone at school talks about it! i think you should thank whoever posted it”

“maybe i should! it really got me some fame, even your boyfriend came up to me today” you teased and her face turned red.

“you’re lying!”

“your boyfriend would say otherwise”

she scoffed and ran away, “tell him i agree to go on a date with him!” you shout as she walked away.

“you should go easy on her” yeji, who was there to witness everything that happened shook her head.

“it was her who posted it, she deserved it” you huffed and sped up your walk to the classroom.

your last class was finished after what felt like a year and as you got out you finally took a deep breath.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, try not to think about what happened today!” yeji sent you off and you smiled at her.

as soon as you stepped your foot in school you wished you could run away.

before anyone would notice you, you tried to sneak around and look for yeji.

“y/n!” god how much you hate universe.

“what do you want jake?” you answered rudely.

“just wanted to say thank you for that list,” he said sarcastically, “it’s not like you ruined my reputation or something like that, hey by the way! do you think i should make one too? i think that would be fun”

“don’t you dare” you groaned.

“then let’s date again”

“what?”

“are you deaf? i said let’s date again”

“what makes you think i’d actually do that?”

“well, we could lie to everyone that we tried to trick them into thinking that we hated each other to see how others will react” he shrugged, “think about it, it’ll save our image, plus you owe me”

“i owe you nothing”

“it’s because of you that we’re in this shitty situation!”

“you can just let it be and people will forget about it sooner or later, now let me go—“

he caught your wrist before you could leave.

“one week, one week of just pretending and then we’ll part our ways peacefully”

truth is, his idea didn’t ring so bad, but you were scared. you were scared you’d fall in love with him all over again.

“what is it, some fake dating love story? you can go fake date sunghoon and that’ll create a bigger scandal than this one” you shoved your hand and rolled your eyes while walking away.

a part of him just wanted to hold you back again in his arms, for real.

“hey jake!” sunghoon greeted him and jake gave him a weak smile.

“did you just talk with y/n? i thought you were angry with her?”

“i don’t know, sunghoon” he sighed, “i just want my old life back”

“yeah you kinda fucked up your life, hey why did you even break up with her in the first place?”

when sunghoon heard about your break up, he was the first to come up to jake and ask him about the reasons, only then he realized jake didn’t really want to speak about it at all.

but now jake felt ready, he felt like he needed someone to hear his side of the story, every coin has two sides right?

there they were, sitting in the field’s seats, looking at the empty space, it was just the two of them.

“when we first got together i was so happy, you already know how much i liked her that time, you even helped me planning all those dates” jake sighed.

“‘sunghoon how do you take someone on a date without telling them straightforward it’s a date?’ i remember you asking me those questions nonstop!” sunghoon laughed.

“yeah, i was on cloud nine, but,” jake paused, “i was scared to lose her, i was so scared to lose her to the point i became overly possessive and anxious when she was around other boys, i was so used to have a one time thing and i didn’t know how to keep relationships, it all became messed up, this whole relationship happened in the wrong time”

sunghoon pat his friend’s shoulder, feeling sad for him.

“each time i tried to fix it, it got worse and i didn’t know how to stop, so i just decided to break it off, it’s better to let her live her life than to stay selfish and keep her to myself” jake sighed yet again, emphasizing the disappointment he feels with himself.

“i actually wanted to say this for awhile, but deep down i know you’re insecure about yourself, and you tried to hide it by boosting your ego and lying to everyone about your true self” sunghoon chuckled, “you were some kind of an asshole before you started dating y/n, and even became more of an asshole after getting into a relationship, you should’ve just talked it out with y/n”

“well it’s too late now isn’t it? she made that very clear that she hates me by writing down that list” jake groaned.

“maybe you should just make one about her and ruin her chances to have any relationship in highschool as well” sunghoon shrugged but jake looked at him curiously.

“i was joking! don’t do that!”

“well? how are we feeling today?” yeji handed you your favorite snack to cheer your mood up.

“thinking about ways to kill yena, how about i poison her food?”

“how about you just talk it out with her?”

“not a chance! i can’t look at her face without fighting the urge to punch her”

“well it isn’t going to help you, is it?”

“no, but it’ll make me satisfied”

“maybe i should just accept his offer?” you murmured.

“offer? what offer?” yeji asked.

“promise me no matter what happens, you’ll never abandon me” you grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at you straight in your eyes.

“have you gone mad? i—“

“promise me!”

“okay, okay!” she laughed, “you’re acting like you’re planning to get back with jake”

your silence told her everything.

“don’t you dare—“

“i have the perfect plan! you know how yena always wanted jake, right?”

“doesn’t she have a boyfriend—“

“boyfriend my ass, she was all over jake all the time”

“continue please”

“she probably posted my list to make sure i’ll never date him again, so she could have her chance,” you raised a brow, “by dating him i could only piss her off, but maybe that’d actually get her to confess about it”

“and then what?”

“then HER reputation would be ruined forever, boyfriend? gone, cheerleading? gone, friends? gone!”

“y/n,” yeji held your hand, “you’re so smart i feel like a proud mom!” she wiped her fake tears away.

later then you searched for a specific person you knew you’d find in the field.

“so,” the person said, “you actually agree?”

“jake, don’t make it harder than it already is” you rolled your eyes, trying to keep up with your cool girl energy, but deep down you were so excited to be close to him again and to hold him in your embrace.

“have you heard? jake and y/n are back!!” as you were walking towards your classroom you heard mumbling from other students.

“i literally just now agreed to this stupid idea how-“

“you know how fast rumor spread here, it’s actually scary”

your thoughts kept running through your mind all the way to lunch break, which was the only time you could ever relax and—

“attention please!” oh no.

“yes, me and y/n are back! this whole list thing? it was just to check everyone’s reaction about it! it’s so smart isn’t it? my sweet baby thought about this idea, and we did figure some weird actions after this whole thing blew up” jake dragged you right next to him and stared right into your eyes, “you’ll never break us apart”

cheers and claps were heard all over the hall and the only thing you thought about now is how to run away.

“congratulations! i was so scared it was real, was just now about to pay (student’s name) a hundred bucks, who lost the bet now huh loser?” one of the students came up to you with a wide smile.

you awkwardly smiled back as you set her off.

“did you really have to do that?” you glared at him.

“i did, see? now no one’s talking about it again” he shrugged.

“everyone stopped talking about it a day after! you’re just too busy thinking about yourself to notice your surroundings” you rolled your eyes.

“you agreed to do that, so be my guest, you knew there will be consequences”

“you’re the worst!”

“you don’t mean that”

you just rolled your eyes in return and stormed off.

“hey my sweet darling, how’s your day?”

“jake, we’re out of school, drop the acting”

you failed to notice his smile dropping.

“can’t i just be curious about your day?”

“jake, it’s weird, it’s been a while since we last talked or had a normal conversation, don’t act like nothing happened”

“what do you mean?”

“see you always does that! even when we were in a relationship! you fail to understand how badly you always hurt me and proceeded to just move on so fast, always running away from your problems”

he stopped his tracks as you continued walking away, this left a huge impact on him.

the next day you were back to acting, according to you, to jake it seemed very real.

you were sitting on one of the benches, casually talking with sunghoon about whatever.

jake seemed to notice every small detail about you.

the way you smile when he’s complimenting you, the way you crack at any of his jokes, even those who weren’t so funny.

you never laughed at his jokes.

“hey, can i steal my girlfriend?” jake sounded calm but his whole face screamed anger.

sunghoon, his best friend who had already recognized that face, slowly got up and smiled, “she’s all yours”

“hey, what was that?” you scoffed.

“you were being too close to him”

you rolled your eyes, “i can’t believe we’re back at it again”

“again?”

“yes, again! jake, get it right into your mind, we are not together! we’re just putting a small show for everyone’s entertainment and that’s it, it’s all about saving your ass here as well” you sounded really pissed off.

jake was taken a back for a few seconds but got right back to his senses, “oh”

“yes, oh! we’ll act like a couple when we’ll really need it” and with that you walked away.

“so,” you heard a devilish voice haunting you from behind as you were taking books out of your locker, “you and jake?”

“oh hey yena!” you smiled, “fancy seeing you here”

“answer my question” she furiously said.

“why are you curious? dropped your boyfriend because you thought you’d get a chance with him?” you smirked.

“oh! here’s my boyfriend!” you called jake who seemed to be very deep in thought.

he looked straight into your eye but decided to just walk away and ignore you completely.

“what the hell…” you cursed under your breath.

“boyfriend, huh?” yena was the one who’s smirking now, “well have fun!”

“what the hell was your problem back then?” you let yourself yell at him as you were out of school and on your way home.

“oh, i thought that we need to act like a couple when we really need it—“

“don’t play dumb right now!”

“i don’t get you y/n seriously! you’re always saying something but mean the exact opposite, what do you want, really?” he returned the attitude.

“what?”

“if you’re that suffering you should just go to sunghoon!”

“again with the sunghoon scandal—“

“yes, again with him! how come you never laughed at my jokes? how come you never smiled at any compliment i’ve given you? why did you always push me away when i tried to get closer?” the heated conversation turned into a quiet one, his tone made it very clear to you that he was hurting.

“w-what…” you whispered.

“you just don’t get it do you?” he chuckled, “my reason to being this jealous”

you stopped to think, all this time, all those arguments, he didn’t mean any bad at all.

“have you tried thinking about those beautiful moments we had? those were the most precious moments that ever happened in my entire life” you voice came quiet, “it was my first relationship ever, my first love, my first everything, i didn’t know how i should react, or what i should do in order to keep you to myself”

his glossy eyes were looking at you.

“you were so not used to doing ‘first time’ things that you failed to notice every little thing that i tried to do to keep us together, have you ever thought about that?” you preached, “i loved you, maybe i still do, but that won’t change anything, will it? it just doesn’t matter anymore”

he tried moving closer to you but stopped, “i-i’m sorry…”

“just go” you wiped the tears that were already streaming down your face.

both of you were hurting, but you didn’t know how to fix it all, it’s so stupid really, you think you’ve grown up to be a better person, but somehow communication puts on a wall that stops it all.

“have you heard? i think y/n and jake are over now, for real!”

“how the fuck did i became the hot topic again? and how come everyone knows about what happened yesterday?” you asked yeji.

“rumors, they spread so fast here” she shrugged and you rolled your eyes.

you watched jake pass you, you took the time to focus on his face.

his eyes seem so tried, puffy and hurt…. you thought.

“well someone had a rough day yesterday” yeji commented and you nodded slowly, still lost in thoughts.

“hey, can you let teacher know i have a meeting with coach today?”

“hm? but you don’t have any—“ “thank you!” you ran off quickly before she could ask any more questions.

“psst! sunghoon!” you whispered as you watched him getting ready for class.

“oh? y/n!” he smiled widely.

“come with me!” you grabbed his hand and dragged him outside the school building all the way to the back.

“y/n can we do this other time? class starts soon and—“

“shh!!” you put your finger over his lips and kneeled down with him, hiding from any teacher or student.

“i need you to help me” you gave him puppy eyes.

“yes of course, what happened?” he instantly asked.

“i’m gonna guess that you’re already aware of what happened yesterday”

“yeah, whatever that was i’d rather forget hearing about this”

“focus! i need you to help me figure out this!”

“what do you mean by ‘this’?”

“i mean everything! you’re his best friend, i’m sure you know about our whole relationship status, i-i just need to know why he broke up with me in the first place” you sighed.

“y/n, you’re not going to like what you’ll be hearing, are you sure you want that?” he genuinely asked.

you looked down to the ground and sighed, “yes, tell me everything please”

maybe asking him not to drop any detail was a mistake, because now after he told you everything and left you alone to get some time to think, you can’t help it but overthink about any step that you did.

“that only shows how bad you were for each other” sunghoon’s last words sent shivers down your spine, maybe he’s right.

“miscommunication sucks!” you laid back on the wall next to you, was this whole relationship a big mistake?

it did nothing but to hurt the both of you.

“there you are!” yeji sounded out of breath.

“so, jake might’ve gotten himself into a tiny fight and—“

“what? where!”

“it was right outside of our classroom but—“

before she could even finish her sentence you ran all the way back to your classroom and she after you.

“there’s no one here” you frowned, “you did this on purpose!”

“i tried to tell you he’s already in the nursery!” she yelled after trying to catch her breath.

“fill me up with information please” you asked quietly.

“you asshole!” as soon as you stepped into the nursery and saw jake laying down on one of the beds, a few tears came down your face.

“y/n! be careful he’s still recovering!” the nurse warned you from causing any more harm.

jake slowly opened his eyes and you scoffed, “fight? really? because of me?” you looked at him in disbelief.

he stayed silent, as if he knew what he did was wrong.

“you have nothing to say?”

“he called you a whore who likes to play with any boy that comes around, what did you expect me to do?” he sounded defensive.

“oh, i don’t know, maybe try to insult him with words and not physically! you got yourself into trouble now because of me” you complained.

“it was worth it” he smirked.

“jake, i’m being serious right now, you can’t act like we’re a couple when we’re absolutely not” as soon as you said this the nurse got the clue and went out of the room.

“that is exactly the problem!” he shout, “i can’t pass another day without you being by my side, you drive me crazy only by looking at me, and hell, i cannot look at any other man flirting with you without fighting the urge to punch him!”

“jake…” you whispered.

“i still love you, don’t you get it?…..i feel like i just can’t continue my day without holding you in my arms….” he held your hand.

you wiped the tears that continued to stream down your face, “you’re probably still suffering from concussion after the fight, i’ll go speak to the nurse”

you let go of his hold and walked out of the room.

a lot of thoughts were haunting your brain, how you wished things would be as simple as they sound.

he confessed to you and you love him, what’s stopping you from running into his arms?

“you’re just scared of giving whatever this was a second chance” yeji said as she took a bite of her food.

“whatever this was, it was toxic, i don’t want that to happen again” you sighed.

“yeah, it was pretty shitty to watch from the side, but i think he genuinely mean it this time” she took another bite from her food.

“how do you know that?”

“i mean really, ever since that list was posted he was around you 24/7, probably looking for excuses to be with you, that whole ‘oh we were just joking, we’re still dating’ thing was a dumb excuse for him to be next to you more, any nine years old can tell you that”

“you don’t have to be that harsh” you scoffed.

“i’m telling the truth babe, as much as i hated his guts, and still do, i think he was genuine about his feelings this time, and by the way you told me everything that happened, i think he really wants to fix it and try all over again” she shrugged.

“i….i don’t know what to say”

“just go and tell him yes already” she rolled her eyes and you nodded.

it’s time to fix your broken relationship.

you walked—ran back to the nursery only to find it empty.

“um…do you know where’s—“ “i saw him going to the field” the nurse answered before you could ask.

“thank you!” you smiled and walked excitedly to the field.

“i did it” you heard a familiar voice, “i posted that list”

before you could see who’s talking, you quickly hid behind a side wall.

“what?” you’re 100% certain this is jake’s voice, but who is he talking to?

“i thought this would finally break whatever you had going with her, i mean, you always had heart eyes for her even after your break up, it was making me sick”

“still, how could you do this to me?” jake sounded betrayed and…hurt.

“you had to move on, seriously, it was becoming unhealthy, i didn’t think it’d only bring you closer, it was such a mistake”

“please stop…”

“when you broke up i thought i’d finally have chance with her, but she was actually always looking your way, not even batting an eye at me”

“sunghoon just stop! i can’t believe my best friend would do this”

was it sunghoon this whole time?

“so it was you?” your thoughts voiced out.

“y-y/n?” you saw jake and sunghoon standing right in front of the other, sunghoon wore a shocked expression while jake just stood there looking completely hurt.

“what kind of an idiot would call himself a best friend? and to think you did all of that for what? to hurt not only him but me as well” you tched, “you’re nothing but an egoistic asshole”

“please just—“

“just go the fuck away! you did nothing but to hurt people, you’re disgusting me” you tried to shoo him but he didn’t budge.

“not going? okay then” you grabbed jake’s hand and walked away, not before shooting him an angry glare.

after a few minutes of walking you sat him down on one of the benches.

“you okay?” that was the first thing you asked.

“yeah, not like my best friend tried to sabotage me or anything” he chuckled.

“i’m sorry for that” you placed your hand on his shoulder, pressing it lightly, “he does not deserve to be called your best friend though”

he looked up to you and his eyes were filled with tears. you wiped the tears away and smiled at him.

“i don’t know if it’s going to help, but i didn’t feel anything for him, and never will”

he chuckled and sniffled, “i always trusted you, but i couldn’t find myself to trust him, i guess now i know why”

you rolled your eyes, “yeah, yeah you were right, i was wrong”

he gave you his infamous smile and the butterflies you felt never felt this good, “thank you” he said.

“for what?”

“for being there for me, and even if you don’t want to fix things right now, i think we might be—“

you shut him down by kissing his lips, he was shocked at first but quickly caught up, caging you in his arms and holding you tightly.

as you broke the kiss you smiled, “i do want to fix things, i want that more than anything”

“do you mean it? aren’t you afraid?”

“as long as i’m with you i have nothing to fear” you smiled.

“ugh! you’re back again? i can’t keep up with this anymore!” you heard an annoying voice.

“hey yena? fuck off” you flipped her off and she stormed away.

“since when did you become so confident?”

“ever since i realized i want to cherish and hold the most precious thing to me forever”

“i love you” he held your hand and kissed it, “i love you too” you replied with a quick peck on his lips.

“aww lovebirds, get back in class now the day’s not over yet!”

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[avaero]

fuck it, @infamous-if dash simulator

🗣️ seven-lawless-tattoo-watch

Day 136 of Seven Lawless still keeping the tattoo post-BreakupGate.

#seven's ex still hasn't removed it either btw #which could mean nothing

💥 hard-violence Follow

misfit alley? disaster street? where to next, sadness boulevard in misfortune neighborhood?

💎 jennaandthejuuls Follow

how dare you leak seven lawless's address like that

🌞 julietjuliet Follow

it's kind of sad that Victoria Valentine and Gina Reign's ship name is based entirely on their fake surnames tbh :/ can't we coin something more romantic based on, i don't know, their ACTUAL names?

🔥 reignssupreme Follow

#ViGina

🌞 julietjuliet Follow

i see my mistake now

🐼 savinaslovechild Follow

🦄 rowansfuturehusband Follow

i can't believe this is how i find out Rowan has a girlfriend i'm actually going to kms

🦎 slowlcrawl Follow

girl betty is literally a guitar ??? 😭

🎸 rowanhartsyou

would

🦎 slowlcrawl Follow

PARDON.

🗣️ seven-lawless-tattoo-watch

Day 759 of Seven Lawless still keeping the tattoo post-BreakupGate.

#they BOTH still have them!!! #they're getting back together any day now i can feel it 🙏

🧺 wasted--underground Follow

underground wastebasket are talented and deserve a spot on the show, while certain others had to collude with people behind the scenes to make the cut. uw has been saying as much since the beginning, and now we have hard picture proof to back it up too. really goes to show who you should and shouldn't trust in this production.

🎤 theechosenone

"talented and deserve their spot" LMAOOOOO like name 1 uw track that isn't just a corny one note sex song. i'll wait

🧺 wasted--underground Follow

name 1 parent who loves you. i'll wait

🎤 theechosenone

your mom

🧺 wasted--underground Follow

next time i'm kicking them out of the fucking car

🗣️ seven-lawless-tattoo-watch

Day 1189 of Seven Lawless still keeping the tattoo post-BreakupGate.

#any #any day now

🌹 victorias-valentine Follow

omg hold ooooon cheating rumors?? victoria valentine affair arc???? finally?????

🌹 victorias-valentine Follow

so apparently the cheating in question may have been "for BOTB" or whatever and not "on ****** Reign" god i fuckign hate it here

#been waiting years for her to get out of that wack ass marriage and THIS is what i get?? #im the one being cheated here. cant have shit in detroit

🌹 victorias-valentine Follow

OH WE ARE SO BACK

#LEAVE THEIR ASS MISS WENNER #I HOPE YOU GET MC IN THE DIVORCE

🥭 divadionne Follow

Wait what's this I'm hearing about ValenReign divorcing? What?

🪩 franticallyattheclub Follow

Victoria got caught having an affair with some BotB singer lol. not that anyone's surprised, that marriage was on the rocks already

#the singer even posted a meme about it #yikes

👟 oqafterhours

While an image is floating around of Victoria Valentine sitting with one of the contestants at a café, that's also all. No official statements have been made, so let's be careful of validating hearsay and unsubstantiated rumors as fact.

🍰 iris-is-a-delucacy Follow

mc is tearing our beloved #ViGina apart

👟 oqafterhours

Please don't say it like that

🌟 tripleyeehaaaw Follow

so how do you guys think the tattoo watch guy is handling the affair reveal

🗣️ seven-lawless-tattoo-watch

SYGFRUW2392WEDGUQH2QU3EJHWAUGHH????0?

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about as well as seven then. good to know

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trust that i'm the biggest baskethead around but i have to say it: someone's gonna have to break blake's heart so we can finally get a song about something other than a laundry list of sex euphemisms. someone please please please take one for the team here there's only so many hot wonderlands left i can take

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guys you will not believe who just liked this post

[ihrtpaige]

DELICATE. chapter one

⠀☆ SYNOPSIS. pop sensation spencer mckenzie's life has long been flipped upside down when she finds herself in a mild internet beef with paige bueckers— but it's not like it's her fault. paige started it when she called her music "overrated" (like, who says that? about the daughter of a fellow uconn legend, no less.); she left spencer with no choice but to clap back. what she doesn’t expect is for paige to respond by tweeting an offer to take her on a date as her public "apology", or to run into her in–person at an event a week later, or to end up falling so damn hard. now spencer has to decide, fast: is she ready to let paige in and be in love again, or will she let the demons of her past take this away, too? after all, the whole world is watching.

contains. mentions of past cheating, a lot of pop culture references and just very meta, alcohol consumption, cat and mouse dynamic a little

notes. it's been 87 years... i actually did finish writing this chapter two months ago, but i really didn't like it so i tried to go at it a few different ways, and ultimately i've just decided to post it as is (kind of a mess). but im curious to know how y'all feel about it, i really hope y'all like it! it will get better from here i promise ^^ also, dw i am working on requests (and more) currently!

taglist. @wosolipa, @syraxsbigfanfr, @jieysiee, @enchantingesme, @faeriehwa, @cowboybueckers, @everyonewatchesuconnwbb ( tysm for the support ♡ if you'd like to be added comment or send an ask! )

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los angeles, california.

this is utterly pathetic, spencer knows, but she can’t bring herself to care.

she digs her spoon further into the fudge brownie ice cream, scooping up a hefty chunk before shamelessly shoveling it into her mouth. she doesn’t care if any of it drips onto and stains this designer–italian–whatever sofa, either. after surviving what officially has been the worst year of her life— publicly humiliated, cheated on, and, surprise! the other woman is your best friend— she feels she’s earned the right to spend her couple days of downtime wallowing.

she’s halfway through her pint of ben & jerry’s and a few hours into a buffy the vampire slayer binge–watch when her phone buzzes against her leg.

leela 🫶 : sis get up u gotta see this leela 🫶 : it’s about you 💀

the notification sound chimes again, followed by a link. spencer narrows her eyes, already prepared to see another brain–dead take on her personal life or completely made up blind item when she clicks on it.

it’s a tiktok, some promo thing the dallas wings did with their players ahead of the season. “this or that: music edition”, the colorful text on the screen reads. whoever’s behind the camera goes up to several of the players, asking them to choose between different artists— drake or kendrick, taylor or beyoncé, that kind of thing. spencer’s brain is already half–way checked out before she hears:

“okay, spencer mckenzie or taissa rey?”

because of course. just messy.

spencer told her self she wouldn’t engage with content comparing her and her former best friend anymore— it’s stupid, self–destructive, and just bad for her brain— but it’s honestly still vindicating to see so many of the players pick her. she actually feels her chest tighten, a little. she’d been so caught up in negative headlines and the drama of it all, she almost forgot that there are people that still like her. still choose her.

and then the video cuts to her.

paige bueckers.

national champion, recent uconn alum, dallas wings star, ridiculously hot paige bueckers. of course, spencer’s seen her before— years ago at her dad’s camps when she would tag along, at games when she still had the time to drop in and catch them in person, all over her for you page in what has to have been hundreds of unabashedly thirsty edits more recently. and if one or two of said edits happen to be saved in her favorites folder, that’s between her and tiktok hq.

she looks good in this video, too, with her hair pulled back into a low bun and blue eyes catching the lighting in the gym just right, lips already curved in a half–smirk before she hears the question. her toned arms are on full display in her wings practice jersey, biceps inadvertently flexing as her arms cross over her chest.

for some reason, spencer finds herself holding her breath as she awaits the blonde’s answer, hand suspended mid–air, still holding a spoonful of ice cream.

but paige doesn’t even hesitate before going: “taissa, easy.” she nods definitively. “that spencer song is lowkey overrated.”

the video is onto the next topic before spencer can even fully register it.

she stares at her phone screen, blinking dumbly. sits up. rewinds. watches it again.

and again.

“overrated?” she mutters aloud.

her phone buzzes again. leela, of course.

leela 🫶 : like ??? leela 🫶 : does she need that... leela 🫶 : why's she kinda fine tho 🤫

spencer snorts and taps on the little text bubble icon, opening the comment section. she’s curious, is all. she can’t be the only one sensing the shade in that answer.

most are from fangirls thirsting and keyboard–smashing over how good paige looks in the video, but there are a few in between those coming to spencer’s defense. flopissa over spencer is crazy, one says. paige’s taste in music is usually elite what happened here, reads another.

she keeps scrolling, further and further down, until she’s wading into the comment section abyssal zone. the ones that have barely and likes and poor grammar.

and then she gets a stupid idea.

spencer : would it be messy if i like said something leela 🫶 : girl yes leela 🫶 : do it 👀

that’s all the encouragement spencer needs to switch back to tiktok and start typing.

she doesn’t give herself the time to overthink it. her thumbs flit across the screen, writing out the first thing that comes to mind:

@spencermk_official ✓ : damn what happened to uconn solidarity :/

she hits send.

there’s a brief moment of silence— her show is still playing in the background, buffy’s in the middle of chasing down some vampire— before she lets out a groan and flops backwards into the cushions. that’s nearly eight months of counseling down the drain, for one measly comment.

she doesn’t know, yet, if she regrets it.

it even doesn’t matter, because within seconds, her phone is buzzing again. she flips it over, watching as a flurry of notifications begin to take up her lockscreen, hundreds of likes and replies already.

CLOCK IT.

“uconn solidarity” IM SCREAMINGGG

not paige getting a notice before azzi and caroline 😭😭

pls paige don't have internet...

oop! @paigebueckers

she can’t help it— the corners of her mouth twitch up into a little smile.

is this petty? absolutely. is she being messy for no reason? well, yes.

but it’s also really fun. and spencer can’t remember the last time she truly found anything fun.

dallas, texas.

the sun is doing the absolute most today.

paige yanks her car door open and tosses her duffel bag and sneakers into the back seat with a huff. sweat’s already beading on her skin, rendering her post–practice shower pointless.

of all the things she expected she’d miss about connecticut, she didn’t think the cold would be one of them. this texas heat is on a whole other level.

she swipes the back of her hand across her forehead and shuts the back door, sighing in relief when she slides into the driver’s seat and the air conditioning hits her skin. she can’t remember the last time a practice left her feeling this spent in college. she just sits there for a second, basking in the cool air, letting herself melt into the seat.

limbs still feeling like jelly, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone, hoping that her friends back in storrs or drew, even if it’s just him bugging her about sending him money for v–bucks again, texted while she was in practice.

instead, the second she turns off do not disturb mode, she’s hit with what has to be hundreds of notifications from socials, all unfurling onto her screen at once— tags, replies, reposts. her eyebrows furrow, and she clicks on the first one she sees.

it’s one of the videos from media day, cropped to just her quick answer and posted by a women’s basketball update page on twitter. paige snorts. this is what’s blowing up? she scrolls a little further. a screenshot.

damn what happened to uconn solidarity :/

she stares at it for a second. then laughs— half–surprised, half–impressed.

okay. she got her there.

paige wasn’t really thinking about whether or not spencer’s music was actually good— or any of the tabloid drama that went down last summer, for that matter— when she gave her answer. just that azzi was obsessed with her album when it first dropped, and played it so much it drove paige crazy. it took her weeks to get that “i don’t want him anyway, girl, take him” hook out of her head.

maybe ‘overrated’ was a little harsh. and, okay— in the moment it may have slipped her mind that spencer’s dad is literally a husky legend. but in her defense, she didn’t think that she would even see the tiktok, let alone actually say something.

now, the internet’s in chaos. on twitter, her mentions are full of her own fans teasing her for getting “clocked” or accounts with display names like spencer’s cupcake telling her to “stay mad, jobless”. on tiktok, there’s already memes and edits being made. she opens safari, and fucking tmz has just posted an article with a crazy sensational headline about it.

paige just can’t go out like this.

her fingers are already moving, pressing the ‘+’ icon to draft a new tweet. spencer’s image is vivid in her mind— bronze skin, hazel eyes, long honey blonde hair, an insane body— as she types. it doesn’t take her long to come up with something at all.

@paigebueckers1 ✓: my bad @spencermckenzie. chick–fil–a on me and we call it even? 😌

tweet sent. a grin tugs at paige’s lips.

instantly, the replies come rolling in.

PLOT TWIST?!

oh she wants that cookie so effing bad 😭😭

can’t even judge bc if spencer’s fine ass acknowledged me i’d try to slide too

ur taste in women >>> ur taste in music

flirting on main with paul mckenzie’s daughter… if this works y’all gotta get married in gampel with geno officiating or smth

paige chuckles softly as she reads a few of them, before shaking her head and tossing her phone into the passenger seat.

there, she thinks, as she starts her car. solidarity restored.

spencer doesn’t even have twitter installed on her phone. it was the one app she felt she could live without after returning to social media from her months–long break last year, due to the overwhelming toxicity at the time. the thing about twitter, though, is that it’s toxic all the time; she was more than happy to continue paying someone else to deal with that.

however, she’s quick to re–download it after receiving texts from both leela and her manager at the exact same time, urging her to check the app immediately.

conveniently, the tweet is the first thing to pop up on her timeline right under the for you tab— literally, in this case.

my bad @spencermckenzie. chick–fil–a on me and we call it even? 😌

spencer’s been in the public eye since she was in diapers. she was only three when cameras were being shoved into her face while she sat courtside in her mother’s lap at heat games, sixteen when she signed her first record deal. she’s no stranger to drama— in fact, after last summer, she considers herself to be a well–versed expert on the matter.

but never has anyone responded by flirting.

she doesn’t like the way it’s making her feel. she’s supposed to be cooking up an instagram story with her riaa record plaques posed conveniently in the background, not smiling uncontrollably at her phone and blushing like an idiot.

what the hell does spencer even say to that? despite the persistent tingling in her stomach, she can’t just fold.

looking at the replies, though, the fans are obviously eating it up. the tweet is nearing fifty thousand likes, and they’re all tagging spencer, encouraging it. they’ve even started calling them ‘spaige’.

she’s not going on a date with paige bueckers, but it can’t hurt to play along.

bottom lip tugged between her teeth, she taps the quote retweet button, typing out her reply.

@spencermckenzie ✓: stream greedy and i’ll think abt it

it’s the first activity on her page that wasn’t obviously scheduled by pr since last august. the fans swarm it within seconds, racking up double the amount of likes on paige’s initial tweet in only a fraction of the time.

she refreshes the tweet a few times, reading the replies and giggling at the ones that are actually funny, but stops herself when she realizes that there’s a specific reply she’s waiting on.

ugh. she needs to get a grip.

she clicks her phone screen off and sits it face down on the countertop. what was she even doing before this— right. skincare. she was getting ready for bed, doing her nightly skincare routine in her master bathroom.

looking at herself in the large mirror now, her cheeks are annoyingly rosy. she runs the tap, hoping that splashing her face with cold water will make the flush subside quicker and snap her out of whatever this is. she distracts herself, taking extra time lathering her fingertips in her expensive korean moisturizer and massaging it into her skin.

as soon as she’s done, though, spencer’s mind is wandering right back to blonde hair and blue eyes and that voice saying her name, even if it was to be rude. her hands are still wet as she grabs her phone, checking that dastardly app.

⤷ @paigebueckers1 ✓: anything for you, ma ⤷ @paigebueckers1 ✓: what sides you like?

attached to the reply is a video: paige, with glasses on, sitting in her car. spencer’s vocals and the melody she wrote play from the speakers— “greedy”, loud and clear.

it’s less then a minute of paige dancing along, shoulders bouncing, flashing the camera a crooked little grin.

it’s so stupid. everything— the video, the dancing, the petname. yet, a giggle still bubbles up out of spencer. simply being hot is one thing, but funny and devastatingly cute, too? that’s just not fair.

spencer’s going to leave it at this, she swears. she absolutely has to, before she makes a horny fool of herself for the whole world to see.

⤷ @spencermckenzie ✓: hmmm… ⤷ @spencermckenzie ✓: surprise me

one week later.

“did you see spencer’s look tonight?”

“ugh, yes. too good. i need her stylist’s number, like, yesterday.”

“i need a pic with her, my followers would die.”

paige’s head turns before she can stop herself. she doesn’t even know the two girls talking a couple seats down from her at the bar— influencers or models, if she had to guess just by looking at them— but now, the drink she just ordered is the last thing on her mind.

spencer’s here?

“your drink,” the bartender says, sliding her a dirty shirley temple— her second of the night.

paige nods her thanks, still half–distracted, taking the drink and turning to scan the crowd. the venue is packed with all these famous l.a. people, practically thumping with the bass of the music coming from the dj booth. she almost didn’t stay for the afterparty of the event since her flight back to dallas is so early, but in the end couldn’t pass up the opportunity to go out. azzi would call her irresponsible, but thank god for her discernment now, right?

paige has been meaning to talk to spencer since their little twitter back–and–forth, but the girl is impossible to get in touch with. she’d tried dm–ing, but all of spencer’s socials are set to mutuals–only, and she’s yet to follow paige back anywhere (ouch). tonight might be her only chance to shoot her shot— for real, this time.

she sips slowly, eyes combing the room. no spencer.

so, she asks around. not directly, but enough. mentions her name casually in a conversation with a stylist, brings her up when greeting a fellow athlete. eventually, someone tips their head toward the back— “saw her out on the balcony a while ago, with that leela girl.”

paige doesn’t know who leela is, but she vaguely recognizes the name— one of those tiktok or instagram get–ready–with–me girls with an insane amount of followers, or maybe an actress?

drink still in hand, paige makes her way through the crowd, sidestepping photographers and pr people and models trying to get her attention. the balcony doors are open, letting in warm california night air, and when she steps out—

there spencer is. leaning against the railing, laughing softly at something a dark–haired girl— leela, paige realizes— just said, her profile sharp in the soft glow of the skyline behind her. hair styled in loose waves and flowing down her back, collarbones on display, so beautiful that it makes paige’s pulse jump just a little.

she clears her throat. “spencer?”

spencer turns around at the sound of her name, lips parting slightly in surprise. the wind toys with a few strands of her honey–blonde hair as her expression flickers— recognition, confusion, amusement— before she settles into something that looks like guarded curiosity.

“oh,” she says, drawing the word out ever so slightly. “paige. hey.”

leela gives paige a once–over, then glances over at spencer, eyebrows raised like she can already sense the tension between them. “oh my gosh, is that doechii?” she says, suddenly, leaning dramatically to look into the party through the doors. definitely an influencer, paige deduces— there’s no way this girl acts professionally. “i’m gonna go talk to doechii— bye, spence!”

she turns to mouth text me to spencer and then she’s gone, returning to the party before spencer can protest. left alone, there’s a pause where paige and spencer are just looking at each other, before they both crack up at the absurdity of her friend’s exit.

“you’re hard to find, y’know,” paige is still smiling as she speaks, taking leela’s empty place beside spencer, her drink resting against the iron railing.

“didn’t know i had a stalker on the loose looking,” spencer says, quizzical. “aren’t you in season? what the hell are you doing in l.a.?” she asks, tilting her head.

“stalker is crazy,” paige laughs. “but yeah. still in the pre–season, technically. the event fit into my schedule, though, so i thought why not?” she shrugs. really, paige knows as soon as the pictures from tonight hit the internet, the tweets are all going to be how she isn’t actually dedicated to the game, which is why such and such is the better player— blah, blah, blah.

spencer nods, like that makes sense to her. “i’m guessing you didn’t track me down just to tell me my music sucks to my face, then?” she teases.

“nahhh. ion wanna get boo’d out of here,” paige quips, unfazed. “what’re you doing out here, anyways? not feeling the party?”

spencer makes a soft sound, gaze drifting out over the balcony, at the cityscape. “yeah, you could put it like that,” she says. “not really my thing lately.”

“well, for what it’s worth, you look great.”

those girls from the bar weren’t exaggerating. spencer is unreal, wearing a body–hugging black satin and velvet mini–dress, chunky gold jewelry, her skin glowy and shimmering in the city lights. paige lets her eyes roam, especially slow over her breasts that are pushed up by the dress— because damn— before she stops, reminding herself that staring is rude.

paige had somewhat gone on a deep dive last week, skimming spencer’s wikipedia page and scrolling through her instagram, but she swears not even the highest quality pictures online do justice to how gorgeous this girl is in person.

spencer raises a perfectly manicured brow. “no ‘ma’ this time?”

paige is a taken slightly aback at the mention of her tweets, but quickly recovers. she leans in, lowering her voice, “you look great, ma.”

spencer seems satisfied with that, if the way her eyes glint is any proof. “thanks. you look…” she pauses, eyes flicking over paige’s face, taking in her sharp cheek bones and blue eyes, the subtle gloss on her lips, the way her top is only partly buttoned, showing a sliver of her chest and the silver chains adorning her neck. “alright.”

paige huffs a quiet laugh. “shit, i’ll take it.”

“okay, fine. you look really good.” spencer smiles back, voice soft.

paige can’t stop smiling, even though her cheeks are starting to hurt. there’s this soft, fuzzy warmth blooming in her chest, stupid and sweet and an entirely too much over an interaction with someone she’s only just met.

“so, your friend,” paige says, feigning nonchalance, leaning against the railing. “y’all close?”

“leela? yeah. we’ve been friends for years.”

paige nods, pretending to focus on her drink, swirling the pink–ish red liquid around the glass. “cool, cool.”

sipping her drink, spencer smirks. “why? you jealous?”

paige breaks out into a grin. “a little. hard not to be when she gets to have you out here all to herself, looking like this.” she’s unabashed in the way she lets her eyes take in spencer’s form this time.

spencer rolls her eyes, and even though she obviously tries to fight it, she can’t help but break into a smile, shaking her head. there’s a pause where paige can tell the girl is pondering something until she finally speaks, “you know… you still owe me chick–fil–a.”

“i do,” paige intones playfully. “you tryna ditch?”

“there’s one a few blocks away,” spencer says all too casually. “we could probably walk.”

paige’s eyebrows shoot up. “wait, you’re serious?”

“mm–hmm,” she hums. “unless you wanna stay and party. i’m heading out either way.”

paige doesn’t have to be told twice.

[glitterspaghettiketchup]

MY VERY ELABORATE THOUGHTS ON [SPOILER COLD CHARACTER]:

So in my other post i said "i hate Noelle's mom" and barely elaborated. So here's the elaboration.

i don't think it's as simple as that. I think Carol is an effective antagonist, and she only has a total of a single minute of screentime. She's an incredibly dislikable character, who has every single chance of being expanded upon and rendered more interesting that way.

i'll adress it now: this is most likely going to be THE thing the fandom hates her for (and on some level already disliked her for). Her parenting of Noelle.

...I don't think this is healthy.

Yeah, based on the one scene AND prior context it's not that much of a stretch to say that she's at best, an overly strict mother who's emotional distance since the death of her oldest and illness of her spouse is getting in the way of having any kind of healthy relationship with her youngest, and is using work as a way to avoid adressing those issues.

At worst, she's a woman with abusive tendencies who's lost the one check she had in her personal life and is now free to do whatever she wants, while she's surrounded herself with people who will enable her actions. I don't think this is the case! At least not fully! We just... Can't definitively know unless we see more of her. (we also can't know if she was always like this, but based on a Chapter 2 scene she might've already been strict before Dess disapeared. More on this later)

Granted, this isn't the best first impression of her, but the way the atmosphere shifts the second she's present, how intimidated she makes Noelle, the way she apologises for the scene TO KRIS later and the context from Chapter 2 especially... Yeah i don't think Carol's a great parent!

TO BE PERFECTLY CLEAR: We have no evidence of Carol being abusive to Rudy. We have no concrete evidence of Carol being abusive to Dess, nothing outside of Dess wanting to run away and take Noelle with her at the very least. We don't know what happened after Noelle went in the Kitchen, only that Carol left to say goodbye to Kris. We have no evidence of Carol being abusive to anyone outside of her family and if i see anyone saying otherwise in the replies without any proof i will fucking delete your comment. Let's not make things up to dislike her for, there's already enough here, trust me.

I do at least want to remind people that (i believe) she's implied to own the Flower Shop and be the one that gave Asgore a place to live and didn't kick him out when he hasn't payed rent in a while. She lets him in her house and is only kind of hostile to him for eating the snack tray inside. Granted. Kind of the minimum for an old family friend, but this is also the man who failed to find your missing daughter when you counted on him to do that, so im surprised she's still giving him the time of day. She's not a flat character, that's why i said her getting a more sympathetic motive later was likely or even for sure happening.

and hell, even if she was, i don't think that makes her a bad character, not at all! I love how well her brief appereance followed up on her build-up! When she's near a place, the entire atmosphere is tense. Her entire color palette is cold, her hands are icy, her haircut and horns are much sharper than both Noelle's and Rudy's, she's intimadating, uninviting... and scary. and not the good kind of scary, like Susie is. It's excecuted really well.

Now, i will also briefly adress something. The Voice-On-The-Phone character. I've seen alot of people run with the idea that it's Carol, most obviously because she unexpectedly shows up right after Kris calls a mysterious person on the phone who says they're coming over. Based on the lines that play when you hover in the kitchen vents, this person:

has seemingly been told about Susie being in the Mayor's house

needs to know about Dess's guitar and have a reason why Susie shouldn't get it

knows about the Church Dark World before it's been made

Talks about a "Dark Fountain... next" which could just be "next Dark Fountain in Church"

has at least some knowledge on how Kris's soul works in Dark Worlds

Possibly knows about Undyne's disappearance and talked about a POLICE SACRIFICE NEXT WEEK?

Considering all this knowledge. And that line. There's a good chance that voice is Carol. But i do have an issue with that and that is the voice text noise. It's completely different from when you call other characters in this very game. The speech pattern is also weird, but that's maybe a gameplay thing?

That, and i don't get why she would've made the Closet Fountain or the Librarby Fountain. Why make a Dark World where your daughter learns to get her own agency and stand up to you, hmm?

I also have a couple questions:

When was the Promise mentionned in the end scene made? Why did Kris make it, and why does it make Kris hesitate from climbing out their window? Is Carol watching them or something

Why is Kris working with Carol against finding the code for the Bunker?

Why does Carol know so much about Dark Worlds, and so keen on not letting Susie get Dess's guitar?

WHY IS CAROL SACRIFICING THE POLICE NEXT WEEK. IS SHE IN A FAUSTIAN DEAL WITH THE DEVIL TYPE RELATIONSHIP WITH THE KNIGHT

Oh yeah, speaking of which, Does She Know about the Knight?

Does Carol have an interest in Dark Worlds due to her husband's mystery illness? We've seen now that Dark Worlds can revive the dead if their dust and maybe a treasured item of theirs on top of that are present at the place the Dark Fountain is made in. Maybe it's a last resort?

Does Carol know Kris is possesed. Is that why when she says "You are welcome here", the text is red?

Why does the Knight have deer horns. And also why does their sword look like a baseball bat and have. Mystery Man Sprite hand holes. Also i've seen some people compare their body shape to Papyrus's and im annoyed by the fact i see their point

...We're definitely not getting an answer to any of these questions before 2026. For sure we aren't.

I've mentionned her already, but i'll just adress it here: I do see the Roaring Knight being related to Dess, or even being a Dess corrupted by pure darkness or whatever the fuck.

Dess has been connected to the character lost in the code, in a Dark World so Dark they can't see anyone or anything. The Bunker, a sealed up, mysterious area is implied to have a dark fountain inside considering how the RK manages to slip inside it with Undyne at the end of Chapter 3; that's a good candidate for where Dess ended up! And who do we think know anything about it's code?

The Police Force (the people tasked with finding Dess) and the Mayor (literally her mom).

There's also the horns, looking similar to the horns the Holidays sport on their heads, and there's been a pattern of monsters who seem to be from similar species that ended up being related, with the notable exception of Ralsei, but even then he's a Darkner, so it's debatable if he counts.

And there's also it's weapon: While in the sprite i picked it looks like a sword, the way it summons it...

Yeah no that's a fucking bat. That's just a bat. There's one in Dess's room. There's also some projectiles that look similar to snowflakes, but that one's a little more debatable? But it would fit with this theory, the Holidays have been repeatedly associated with snow after all.

Finally... The Knight can make fountains. Only Lightners so far have been said to create Fountains. the RK being connected to Dess, or being a manifestation of Dess while she's stuck in the Dark Worlds, could make sense to explain that (and especially explain how the hell it carried Undyne IN THE LIGHT WORLD BTW. THE DREEMUR HOUSE ISN'T EXACTLY NEXT TO THE DAMN BUNKER.) Oh, yeah, and the CODE to the BUNKER is in DESS'S ROOM? In her guitar too. extra connection i just realised.

If Dess is the Knight, Carol being the VOTP makes a bit more sense. Because the impossibly powerful being made of darkness isn't just some shmuck trying to end the world for some fuckass reason... That's a lead to her lost daughter. A daughter i don't think she's ever let herself grieve and move on from.

Maybe, like some Mayor Knight theories stated, she's working with the RK to open fountains in a desperate hope to locate her daughter, while neglecting her family and throwing herself into work outside of that.

Look, im not an expert on how to handle loosing a child. Im a teenager barely out of highschool that can barely keep track of their University's schedule. But im pretty sure keeping your kid's room in the exact state it was in when they died/disappeared, and cleaning it enough that it's not dusty is uh. Not a healthy way to deal with loss.

Carol strikes me then, with this information, as a woman who has diffculty handling change. A woman who, to avoid this, needs control on things, so much so that she's the Mayor of the whole town and can only bring herself out of her work for absolute emergencies or catastrophes. A woman who, prompted by loss and uncertainty, choose to burry herself in her work and force her daughter into a position where she won't ever create any change. No uncertainties, no surprises, she'll know what to expect when it comes to her. Because it's the only family member she can be sure won't change.

...Which is probably why she reacted so badly to Susie's general presence.

Im also deeply curious as to what her relationship with Dess was like before she disapeared. Because she VERY MUCH was NOT the kind of daughter she'd want today; while Dess most likely tried meeting her mother's expectations (the Violin and Flute being on the floor in her room), She also seems to be the rebellious type, the cool older sister, the one with all the cool games you aren't supposed to play and the sporty hobbies.

I think Dess would've gotten along great with Susie, or at least would've shared interests with the girl. I don't even think Carol was mad about only the code in Dess's guitar, considering that burrial with Dust and an item cherished in life seems to be the usual custom for Monsters in Hometown.

Maybe the big reason why she wants Noelle to not talk to Susie ever again is because Dess didn't want to stay; she openly told Noelle as such, and had army rations under her bed (most likely for that reason). Maybe whatever incident that caused Dess to disapear was blamed on that misbehaving? Maybe Susie's reputation as the "Bad Kid" extends so much farther than just school? Did people bother the Mayor about her?? Or maybe Carol just saw a complete stranger she didn't approve of dressed in ripped jeans with their shoes on her couch playing her missing (?) daughter's guitar badly in front of Noelle and she was just incredibly pissed off.

...You think im done with this post now. But you'd be WRONG, because it's

CRACKPOT THEORY TIME!!!

So if we assume that Voice-On-The-Phone is Carol, and that RK is Dess in some way. And that Carol is indeed using the RK to bring Dess back or something. Would that mean that Noelle and Queen's relationship doesn't reflect Noelle and Carol's dynamic... But Dess and Carol's dynamic?

Think about it. Carol doesn't need anything from her daughter. she only needs her to be a picture perfect innocent daughter with good grades who participates in the church choir and 0 skeletons in her closet. I don't think she's even trying to make Noelle happy or make her life particularly better outside of her own idea of better, outside maybe that pushing her to get better grades could let her get better universities later down the line?

That doesn't fully map onto Queen, who, while she is controlling and manipulative and uses the teenagers around her for her own ends, those ends are to help Noelle; she says she saw "her [Noelle's] sad searches", and thinks making a second fountain, a different Dark World, would help Noelle be happy. Once Noelle stands up to Queen and makes her agency known, Queen relents. She admits she was wrong. She lets Noelle choose her own world.

I think, with the theories and possibilities i've expressed in this post, that Carol working with the RK or being on the same side is possible, especially with the Dess connection you can make. In this, RK (or Dess) would be the willing peon of Carol, opening up more Dark Worlds to bring about either The Roaring, or finding more information on Dess's whereabouts, and the Knight messing with any of the Darkners before the Fuck Gang reaches them would be prehemptive attempts to stop them, or at least slow them down.

The main difference would end up being that... Contrary to what happens at the end of Chapter 2, RK wouldn't stand up to Carol. In this framework, it's willingly being used for this purpose and seemingly doesn't mind that at all (Maybe like how Queen thought Noelle didn't mind being ordered around all Chapter). Although, we still have 3 chapters left and a roaring to cause, so perhaps the RK will betray Carol, and she'll have to face her loss head on.

...This post was supposed to be a footnote in my dumping info post from earlier, why did this balloon so much in length Oh my god

EDIT: WE HAVE MORE LINES FROM THE CHARACTER STUCK IN THE FILES... AND IT IS ABSOLUTELY DESS. I WAS SO RIGHT

Ok so this changes that final crackpot theory. a bit. Because the Roaring Knight isn't Dess. The deer horns and somewhat deer-skull shaped head it bears during it's intro animation in Chapter 3 is still sus, but it's likely not LITERALLY Dess.

...So Mayor Knight theorists might've been right again, and instead Carol's taken a Faustian Bargain with the RK, possibly to find Dess. Which could explain why she needs Kris (and maybe why she knows of the soul situation) to seal dark fountains and shit. Unless the sealing is unintentional and instead only the Roaring would bring them closer to finding Dess. Hmm.

[quin-ns-stuff]

One more chance, please.

Obsessed!KeigoTakami x fem!reader

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(First time making a post on here. Idk what im doing sos. Not proofread.)

Today marks the one year anniversary of the breakup between you and Hawks. You had finally settled into your new, independent life without him and you were thriving. In contrast to Japan’s number 2 hero, he much so, doesn’t feel the same way, at all.

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One year.

It has been one year since you and your number 2 hero boyfriend had split up. Surprisingly it had been you that initiated the breakup. You were sick of all his fans flirting and touching him inappropriately with their skimpy little dresses and their big titties and asses sticking out(😔). But that wasn’t the main reason why it caused the downfall of your relationship, it was because he was enabling ALL of it. Every lingering touch, every seductive words that fans would whisper to his ears he would be all smiles and even flirt back no problem.

Fuck, your friends and family were right. Dating one of Japans top heroes was bound to end up in shambles. (But ofc you didn’t listen you were just giddy that you had a hunk like him in your sheets lol)

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But here you are now. Walking the streets of Musutafu with your friends, holding a shit ton of bags containing (you couldn’t even remember) spent with the pay check you just received from your average 9 to 5 job.

But despite everything you already settled into your new life, a life without that parasite and you were enjoying every second of it.

You were finally at peace, you sighed contently.

“OH MY GOSH, IS THAT HAWKS?!”

Heads and bodies turned faster than you could flip a coin. And before you could even register what that civilian said, a MOB of people came stampeding past you. Luckily for you, your friend closest to you grabbed you by the arm and moved you out the way before you plummeted to the floor from how aggressive and eager everyone was to get to where all the attention was.

“Well that could off ended badly. Your slow ass would’ve fell face flat on that concrete if i didn’t come saving you.” Your friend, Rumi elbowed you while grinning.

Rolling your eyes, you were about to give her your thanks before your other friend, who emerged from behind you yelled,

“AIN’T THAT YOUR EX?” Your head whiplashed to the side to look at her, mortified and in disbelief as she had no shame shouting that out as she too looked as surprised.(😦😟)

All three of you cranked your heads up to see the attention that everyone came screaming their throats raw for. And lo and behold there he was, wings stretched out and flapping rhythmically in the blue sky as he waved at the rustling crowd.

“Wow, didn’t expect to see all you guys waiting ever so eagerly for me. Must I say, i’m quite flattered.” The one and only Hawks with his ever so smug face chirped as he lowered his wings down to come greet the crowd.

“Ladies.” He smirked, as the group of young women basically creamed at his words.

That smug bastard was enjoying every second of it as you stared intently at them, but the longer you stared the more you felt icked out by him.

Lucille, the blabbermouth blinked a few times at you while exchanging looks at Rumi before coughing

“Yeah, I think we should go. That new soba place must be opened by now.” She says, grabbing you by the shoulder, while Rumi picks up your bags. Then all three of you push your way past the horde back into the busy street.

As you yap about what kind of Soba you guys like and dislike, you cant shake that eerie feeling that someone is watching you.

Turning your head side to side while your eyes scan all your surroundings, trying to find anything out of the ordinary. But fortunately for you, you don’t.

With your head held back high, you continue walking and yapping to your friends. until you notice Rumi’s fabubu keychain slip off her purse.

“Hold on. I’ll get it.”

And for a swift second you turn around to retrieve that single item, and thats when you realise.

..

Oh.

[orlaunderrated]

The Edges of Us: Chapter 10

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Will Lenney x fem reader; George Clarke x fem reader

Summary: Y/N has always been close to George—but everything changes when she catches feelings for his sharp-tongued, infuriatingly charming friend, Will. Torn between loyalty and desire, Y/N finds herself caught in a messy tangle of friendship, secrets, and unexpected love.

Word Count: 3.4k+

Note: This is my very first time writing smut so i tried to make it as palatable as ever but uhhhhh idk how well i did with it. Also im starting a taglist for this series! so if ur interested just comment on this post or message me :)

Also Also if anyone wants a no smut / only suggestive version i can defs post that :)

18+ only, MDNI

content warnings: Penetrative sex, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, dominance if you squint, if I'm missing any let me know <33

xxx

Will and I fumble into his flat. It's all clumsy limbs and too-loud whispers, the door clicking shut behind us with a finality that makes the air shift. I brace myself for the usual bachelor-pad chaos: crusty mugs, takeout containers, the faint smell of socks and disappointment.

But… it’s not that.

It’s surprisingly clean. Like, suspiciously clean. The surfaces gleam. The shoes are lined up by the door like obedient soldiers. There’s a plant. It's alive, thriving even, not just a sad, crispy husk in the corner.

And there’s art on the walls.

Not cheesy motivational prints or movie posters still in their plastic frames. Actual art. A mix of bold colour and clean lines — a few abstract pieces, a photograph of a foggy shoreline, one that looks like it might be from an old video game reimagined as something soft and nostalgic.

I blink.

Will kicks off his shoes and glances over his shoulder at me, clocking my expression. “What?” he says, already defensive.

“I just— I didn’t expect you to live like a real adult.”

He snorts, kicking off his shoes. “I’m full of surprises.”

I trail my fingers across a framed print near the hallway. It’s surprisingly beautiful. Thoughtful. Like someone lives here who actually cares about what it means to live somewhere.

“You picked all this?” I ask, still not sure if I believe it.

He shrugs, a bit sheepish. “Yeah. I like… nice things, I guess.”

For a moment, I don't say anything. I just stand there, trying to reconcile this version of him. His clean, quiet, curated space — with the chaotic, half-cocky, half-tender boy who kissed me like he meant it and then maybe lied straight to my face.

I try to play it cool, but jealousy snakes through me, fast and bitter. God, I wish I had a place like this — somewhere clean and warm, where things have a place and the silence feels calm instead of lonely. Somewhere mine. Somewhere I could just be without tiptoeing around someone else’s life.

And then I remember where I am. Who I’m with.

This man — this annoying, infuriating, stupidly sexy man is standing barefoot in front of me, hair mussed, eyes half-lidded with sleep and club haze. And I’m in his flat. On a night out. With no real plan but this.

Whatever this is.

The room hums with the kind of silence that means something.

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, suddenly aware of how much I want him to kiss me again. Of how much I’m pretending not to want that.

He watches me, quiet and still, and then finally, I step further in. “Well,” I say, gesturing at the spotless kitchen and gently lit shelves. “Colour me shocked.”

He smiles, small and crooked. “Wait till you see the bedroom.”

I roll my eyes, but I follow him anyway.

It starts messy. It's all rushed and unthinking, all hands and heat and urgency. Like we’ve been holding our breath since the club and now it’s finally safe to exhale. His mouth finds mine too fast, too greedy, like he’s afraid I might vanish if he doesn’t anchor me in place.

We stumble backward toward the bed, laughing into each other’s mouths, clumsy with want. His hands grip my waist, tug at my jacket, desperate to close the distance. I press into him harder than I mean to. He groans against my neck, and my knees weaken.

It’s chaotic — the kind of kissing that feels like it’s barely holding together, like if we stop for even a second it’ll all crack open and we’ll have to face whatever this really is. So we don’t stop.

I don’t want to. Not yet.

Then we fall onto the bed, tangled and breathless, the chaos softening around the edges. His forehead rests against mine, his hands moving slower now — gentle, tentative, as if he’s trying to memorize every line and curve. There’s something almost reverent in the way he touches me, and it throws me off completely.

I want to pretend it’s still that night-out glow, that post-fight shimmer. That this is just a hook-up, a dumb, gorgeous mistake I’ll laugh about later. I want to feel powerful, irresistible, dangerous. But underneath the bravado, there’s something softer and more terrifying clawing up my spine. Something like longing.

And maybe he feels it too, because at some point it changes.

His grip loosens. His kiss slows. He pulls back just enough to look at me, really look at me, his thumb brushing the edge of my jaw like it’s something worth memorising.

Fuck I still hate him. But there’s a reverence to the way he’s touching me. His hands slide down my arms slowly, breathing me in, like it might be the last time he ever gets the opportunity. This morning I would’ve been shocked he got the first opportunity, but now I question whether it would be a mistake to never let him have another.

He looks at me like I’m something he’s been trying not to want. Like this is surrender, not victory. His fingers settle at my waist, thumbs pressing gently into the dip of my hips like he’s grounding himself there. I should shove him off, say something cutting, something cruel. That’s what I do with him. That’s what we do. But right now, all I can manage is to breathe.

I’m warm, restless, and furious all at once. Furious that he’s here, and angrier still that part of me wants him to stay.

“Don’t be soft with me,” I manage to say, my voice more a plea than a command.

He pulls back just enough, his breath warm against my ear. “Why not?” he whispers, voice low and tinged with something real—curiosity, maybe even hope. In his words I can feel the crease between his brows, the way he’s searching for an answer. It’s like a shiver that runs straight down my spine, unsettling and electric all at once.

Fuck I still hate him I open my mouth, but no words come. Because I don’t trust him. Because I didn’t come here for this. Because if he’s soft, I might not know how to leave.

Because somewhere deep down, I’ve already decided to hate him again. It’s easier that way — to Armor up, to keep the distance, to tell myself I’m better off alone.

Because tonight, I’m not here for him. I’m here because I saw George — my closest friend— kissing someone who looks just like me. A perfect, cruel mirror reflecting everything I want but don’t have.

I'm here to forget.

It’s like a punch in the gut, twisting the knife in a way I can’t ignore. And now, lying here with Will, feeling the weight of him on me, I’m caught between what I want and what I’m afraid of.

I don’t want to be soft. Not when everything else feels so broken. Not when the truth I’m running from is staring me down in the form of that kiss I saw, that betrayal I didn’t expect.

So, I tug him back to me, burying my face in his neck. It’s easier to kiss him than to explain why tenderness scares me more than the fights ever did.

Then his fingers slide beneath the hem of my shirt like he’s not just undressing me, but trying to understand me. I should push him away. I want to. But my body stays still, betraying me one breath at a time.

“This isn’t supposed to feel like this,” I whisper.

He doesn’t answer, just kisses me again — slower this time, deeper, like we have all the time in the world. My stomach twists. This wasn’t supposed to be tender. It was supposed to be impulsive. Sharp. Regrettable.

“This changes nothing,” I mutter between kisses, tugging his shirt over his head with more force than necessary.

He huffs a laugh. His mouth finds the hollow of my throat. I close my eyes. I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t belong here—not in this city, not in this bed, not with him. London still feels like a coat I borrowed from someone taller. Every room echoes. Every street is unfamiliar.

Fuck I still hate him, but there’s a softness here that tears me open, and I hate how desperately I don’t want to hate it.

“You don’t even like me,” I whisper, voice shaking with everything I’m trying to fight.

He breathes out, eyes dark and raw. “No. You don’t like me.”

The words hang heavy between us, thick with all the things we won’t say. In this chaotic, tangled mess of need and resentment, nothing is simple anymore — and somehow, it’s not hate either. Not anymore.

Then, as if sensing my hesitation, everything shifts again. The kiss grows rougher, faster. His grip tightens at my waist, and I respond, pulling him closer, needing the chaos back.

Suddenly, it’s messy again. Urgent. Like we’ve been holding this in for too long and now it’s spilling everywhere, impossible to contain.

Most of our clothes lie scattered across his bedroom floor—forgotten and tangled like the night itself. His body presses against mine, radiating warmth that seeps into my skin, chasing away the cold I’ve carried for too long. Every breath he takes is steady and close, grounding me in a way I didn’t realize I needed.

He feels so close. So real. So impossibly warm.

His mouth wanders. He kisses down my neck, until he reaches my breast. He cups my breast and takes my nipple in his mouth. I want to stare at the celling and pretend it doesn’t feel good, but god it feels good. I close my eyes and hum softly. His hands are still sinking into my sides, squeezing as if I might float away.

xxx

He moves lower, kissing me all over. Each kiss sends a shooting of heat all over my body. I want to be embarrassed, I want to push him off, but no I don’t. not really. It's messy, sloppy. His teeth drag across my stomach in a way that makes my back arch. He finds his place between my thighs, hands rough, gripping.

He stops, looking up at me for approval. His eyes are dark. Holy fuck he's hot. I knew that but this… this is different. I nod at him and he uses one finger and my underwear falls to the floor. He sinks into me, his tongue moves. At first it's one long, deliberate stroke, and everything within me escaped. A breath tore out of my lungs.

I grip the sheets, head thrown back, eyes screwed shut.

Now he’s sped up — circling, then flicking with maddening precision. There’s a desperation in the way he moves, the kind that’s almost reverent, like worship dragged through the teeth of obsession. His rhythm is erratic, but not careless — no, it’s intentional in the way only someone completely consumed can be. Too hungry to be methodical, too skilled to be clumsy.

Every movement feels like it’s building to something inevitable, like he knows exactly how to unmake me, and he’s doing it on purpose. My thighs start to tremble, my breath catching in my throat as he works me apart piece by piece. And he doesn’t pause. Doesn’t even slow.

It’s relentless — that quiet kind of ruin that feels like being seen too clearly. His mouth, his hands, his focus — all of it so single-minded it borders on holy. Like he’s not just touching my body, but dragging something deeper, more dangerous, to the surface.

My spine arches. The room narrows to the heat of his mouth, the burn of my skin, the pull in mystomach like a wire about to snap. And still, he keeps going — like he needs this. Needs me. Not just the sounds, not just the shaking, but the way I'm falling apart for him. Because of him.

And it’s unbearable. And it’s exquisite.

And you’re not sure which is worse — how much I need it, or how much he already knows.

"Fuck, Will." My hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling in his curls. I needed  something to hold onto, anything. I twisted hair around my fingers tugged, hard and he groaned, into me.

Holy shit. I'm close. He can tell, my breathing is uneven, my grip tighter, my thighs are squeezing so hard I am almost worried for him. Almost.

“Still hate me?” he lifts his head, eyes glittering, that maddening smirk pulling at his lips.

Fuck him. There It is, the cockiness, the arrogance the insufferable confidence I've told myself over and over I can't stand. The exact reason I swore I hated him in the first place.

“Yes,” I breathe, shoving him down again with shaking hands and no hesitation.

He lets out a breath of a laugh but it is cut off as his mouth finds me again. He slips a finger in between my folds, pumping in and out, like he's trying to undo me completely.

I let out a shaky half-strangled sound, my body arching towards him on instinct.

"Will I'm gonna —"

"Please," he cuts in, voice low, hoarse, desperate.

Like he's begging for it.

Like he needs to watch me fall apart.

And I do.

My orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave—hot, breathless, all-consuming. It crashes through me in a blinding rush, and still, he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t ease up. Just keeps going like he’s determined to draw every last ounce of it out of me.

It’s too much.

My skin feels too tight, nerves frayed and sparking, every inch of me hypersensitive. I gasp, shuddering, and push him off with trembling hands, half-laughing, half-panting.

“Jesus—stop,” I manage, voice hoarse and wrecked. “I can’t—”

My chest heaves. I’m flushed, shaken, undone.

He pulls back immediately, breath ragged, lips swollen, eyes dark with something that looks a lot like pride — or maybe possession. But he doesn’t say anything. Just stares down at me, like he’s still memorising the aftermath, committing every flicker of wreckage to memory.

I reach up and pull him into another kiss — desperate, deep, greedy. I taste myself on his lips, and it only makes me want more.

My hands wander to his boxers, palming him through the fabric. His cock trapped between us. I try to shift, to push him onto his back, but he doesn't let me. God he's strong.

Instead, his hands tighten at my waist, anchoring me in place. His mouth hovers near mine, breath hot and uneven.

“I can't wait,” he murmurs, voice thick with something I don’t have the words for.

I pull his boxers off, we giggle as they get tangled at his feet. His cock springs free from its confines, and its serious again. His mouth is on me — hot, insistent, like he’s starving for it. There’s no hesitation this time, no softness left. Just heat and hunger and the kind of focus that makes my head spin. He moves like he’s trying to unravel me all over again, like watching me fall apart once wasn’t enough.

His hands are firm on my hips, holding me steady, grounding me — but everything else feels unsteady, like I’m balancing on the edge of something dangerous and deep and impossibly good.

He aligns himself, and starts to push into me. He is ragged and breathless, and looks at me expectantly. He looks to me, waiting, and I nod at him, gripping his forearms. He sinks down,  the first inch makes me gasp,  and gives me a second to adjust. My body swallows him, and my whole body feels like it's on fire. Once I sigh at him, with a smile laced with enjoyment, he starts to move.

Its relentless. Gone is the sweetness of earlier, and im glad I told him off for it. His hips move in a maddening rhythm, powerful, chasing his own high. He is making the most delightful noises. Raw and guttural. Its almost not human, primal. I move my hips to change the angle, now he's reaching the most sensitive parts. I cry out, arching my back instinctively.

“Fuck, y/n," he says, "you feel so good, all for me"  his pace starts to get sloppy. I think he's going to finish when he kisses my forehead quickly, and pulls out of me suddenly. My body missing the feeling already.

He flips me onto my stomach—steady, not rough, but with a firm purpose. Before I can fully register, he props my hips up on a pillow I didn’t even see him grab. My upper body is balanced on my forearms, but then he presses my head down, making me collapse forward. Again not forcefully, but hot. God damn its hot. My hands claw at the sheets, gripping tight as the pressure pulls me deeper into the moment.

He pounds into me, the sounds of my body on his fill the room. But he doesn’t last much longer, his movements are sloppy, and softer. He finishes on my back, and he collapses on top of me, his mess sticking to his stomach.

He’s soft again, pressing gentle kisses to my face and neck, like he’s trying to memorize every inch of me in the quiet, the morning after the storm. We’re both breathing heavily, the air thick with heat and something unspoken, every breath a silent confession in the dim light.

He mumbles something about getting me to cum again, but I shake the idea off. I'm content. Truly.

xxx

We lie like that for a minute, catching our breath. His hands trace softly up and down my spine, sending shivers down my body. I stare at his nightstand, the dim glow of a lone lamp casting shadows over the scattered books and half-empty water glass. The quiet between us feels heavy — filled with everything we haven’t said.

Will goes to his ensuite and returns with a towel, the soft rustle of fabric breaking the heavy silence. He wipes his mess and the sweat from my skin gently, like he’s handling something fragile. Then he leans down, kisses my forehead—quick, almost tentative—and pulls me close until I’m flush against his chest. The steady thrum of his heartbeat hums beneath my ear, grounding me in the quiet warmth of this moment.

We lie like that, tangled and still, the silence between us dense with everything we’re both too scared to say.

Finally, I break it, my voice low, cautious.

“So... what now?”

His breath catches. He doesn’t meet my eyes, instead tracing slow, lazy circles on my back with his fingers.

“Whatever now is... I guess we figure it out.”

I scoff, bitter but trying to hide it.

“Sounds like you’ve got it all sorted.”

He lets out a humorless laugh, the sound raw.

“Trust me, I don’t. But I’m not going anywhere just yet.”

I want to ask if “not going anywhere” means more than this—more than tonight—but the words stick in my throat. Instead, I settle for a safer question.

“You sure you’re okay with this? With me?”

He stiffens just a little before finally meeting my eyes. There’s something behind them—something cautious, almost vulnerable.

“I’m okay. Mostly.”

“Mostly?” The word tastes sharp on my tongue.

He shrugs, a wry half-smile flickering.

“There’s always a ‘mostly’ with us, isn’t there?”

His words hang between us, heavy and unspoken.

I know exactly what he means. George’s shadow lingers like a stain neither of us can scrub out—a secret that colors everything. It’s the invisible line we dance around, the unfinished chapter in my heart that I can’t—and maybe won’t—close. And maybe Will feels it too, a quiet ache that neither of us knows how to soothe.

I turn my head, resting it against his chest, listening to the steady beat beneath my ear.

“Don’t expect me to be ready for anything else anytime soon.”

He doesn’t press, just murmurs softly, almost like a confession:

“Neither am I.”

The words are soft, but the “not with you” lingers like a breath held too long—unspoken, but sharper than any truth we could voice.

I’m sure he hears it too—in the way my breath catches, in the tension coiled beneath his skin. Neither of us ready to say what that really means.

And somehow, that silent understanding makes the space between us less suffocating. We don’t have to admit the messy truth just yet. We can stay here, tangled in the quiet, holding onto this fragile moment as if it’s enough.

And in that fragile space between heartbeats, sleep finally claims us both.

xxx

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[ronnykins-needshelp]

Cumplane has me on a litteral choke hold i will NOT stop making AUs ISTG

Where AU where Cumplane Pre-transmigration meets Moshang and Bingqiu post-SVSSS

currently Cumplane has been in a marriage for about 5 years and has been dating for 2 years. they started talking properlyto each other once PIDW had ended and Shen yuan coerced Airplane into making a new book with his exact outline from his orignal plan, offering to pay for it. becuase obviously Shen yuan isnt going to tolerate SQHs living condictions in a very beat down apartment they become roomates. as Shen Yuan is a beta reader and SQH no longer needs to worry about money, they calm down their anomosity. and after back and forth and Shen Yuan finally coming out of his very glass closet they get together.

at first Shen Yuans family doesnt approve becuase they think Shang Qinghua was a golddigger, but after finding out that Shang Qinghua was the author of PIDW, which they have heard their son rant about every single time they meet up, hey turn the tables and accept them as their son in law thinking :

Entire Family: " so thats why shen yuan started dating him! thats so sweer. "

it was kind of embarressing becuase Shen Yuans family had described in detail how passionate their son got whenever talking about that book.

Shen Yuan: " ive always hated it!! "

Mother Shen: " no honey, you didnt you were just in denial, like your sexuality. "

Shen Yuan: " Mom!! "

his family is not discrimitory, they are just happy their hermit crab is doing something with his life

they end up adopting [ bc i NEED a child to be in this ] an orphan one year into their marriage and calling him Shen binghe. no they will never tell their son the origin of his name. who was a baby that was dumped onto the orphanges doorstep. which was conveintly around the time they decided to adopt.

since they were kinda young when they took up the mantle of being parents they took every precuation to keep him safe, to the point that Shang Qinghua took a haitus to take care of his son.

they raised him to be a healthy four year old boy.

thats when Xin mo coughed up Moshang And Bingqiu, closely after the Bingqiu marriage, into their little cottage that used to be the Shen Families beach house. this was during they time they were having ' family time ' by playing simple board games in their living room when they heard crashes in their kitchen. Shen binghe is scared but Shang QInghua fishes out a shotgun that was placed behind their couch for showcase. it didnt work but it can cetaintly frighten someone.

a Frightened Shen binghe hugs his mother father waiting for some news.

Shen Qinghua [ He took up the shen name bc rich people thoughts ig]: " Ummmmm..... Baoibei you might want to see this. "

confused, Shen Yuan, holding Shen binghe protectively in his arms, walks to the kitchen, and to his complete and utter surprise, finds PIDW charaters in his home.

Shen yuan: " What the fuck?! A-Bing dont repeat that. "

his son nods when the cosplayer that looks like Luo binghe says,

Luo Binghe: " who are you to say anything of what i do? "

Shen Qingqiu: " calm down binghe, he wasnt talking to you. "

luo binghe: " ok shizun! "

that one that looks like the scum villianwas looking interestedly towards Shen Yuan, which was making him uncomfitable and he held his child closer.

Shen Yuan: " A-Hua, why are they here, who are these people? "

Shen Qinghua: " Well i think they are.. "

Shang Qinghua: " Im airplane shooting towards the sky! i already told him some emberrising shit so he knows that we are on and the same. "

shen yuan moves closer to his Shen Qinghua and Shang Qinghua frowned.

Shang QInghua: " i didnt think i would marry and have a kid! well in this timeline becuase of PIDW. "

his grouped glanced at him.

Mobei-jun: " What exactly do you mean this timeline? "

Shang Qinghua: " oh i died here than transmigrated - or moving ones soul to anothers body - after not even finishing my book which is our world! "

Shen Qingqiu: " way to lay that one out airplane. "

he scoffed, which was terrifienly familar to someone the mortals know.

Shen yuan, suddenly proccessing the words: " D-died?! "

The shang qinghua nodded, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

Shang Qinghua: " Anyways, whos that twink i married? im surprised that we pulled a pretty boy like that! im used to my king, "

Shen Qinghua: " I know we are the same person, but dont talk to my husband like that! "

Shang Qinghua, puttinig his hands up mocking surrender: " i didnt think i had balls but ok. "

Shen yuan stopped listening as excitment wiggled in after the fright settled down.

Shen Yuan: " You see this A-bing? this is a Au clash! i never thought that i would be in this type of plot!! "

Shen binghe, giggling: " like one of babas books! "

Shen yuan: " thats right my little demon. "

luo binghe blinked at the nickname.

Shen Yuan: " Anyways my name is- "

Shen QIngqiu, breathlessly: " Shen yuan. "

Shen yuan, looks questionly at the man: " How do you know my name?! "

Shen Qingqiu: " Becuase im you. "

que an EXTENSIVE talk about how transmigration worked for the husbands, and how they died, and how PIDW ended. now onto the their personal lives with SHen Binghe playing with the two demon lords in a friendly game of go fish [ AKA ruthlessly beating them with no hope of survival. Luo binghe Scowls at this child self of him, no mercy!! ] and the cumplane pairs sitting in the couch.

Shang QInghua: " i cannot believe i married the Peerless cucumber, He was the one who basically cuased my death!! "

Shen QIngqiu, whacking the hamster in the back of his head: " and is marrying this master that unsightly? I should be surprised that i married you, you hack author!! "

.. well that explained their relationship.

Shen Yuan: " Not even that surprised, i dont even know how ive been with this hack for 11 years. "

Platonic cumplane: " ELEVEN YEARS?! "

Shen QInghua, pitifully and tying to kiss Shen yuan: " Awwww why does my pretty husbando think that, "

Shen Yuan, shoving Shen Qinghua away by the face: " Becuase i said so. now get off me you big oof. "

After some whining and big puppy eyes [ that Shen Qingqiu frightenly similar to luo binghes ], Shen Qinghua is is laying contently on Shen yuans laps while he brushes his fingers through his hair.

Shan Qinghua: " you know if i werent with my king and seen you how i should have, i would have tapped that ass long ago. "

Shen yuan, yeeting a pillow at top speed while blushing: " My CHILD is right here!! stop being so shameless for once airplane!! "

Shen Qingqiu, having been subjected to Airplanes shamelessness for years ignores him: " speaking of child, if you have PIDW in your world, how do you have a luo binghe here? usually at these types of senerarios in fanfics, they both cant coencide with each other. "

Shen Qinghua: " Oh thats becuase baobei refused to call him anything but Luo binghe. "

he received a slap. Shen yuan was fuming.

Shen Yuan: " yah whatever, i had to admit he looked quite similar to Luo binghe was described - minus the two toned hair - in the book, i could not not name him binghe. "

the two Shens nodded in understanding while the the huas just looked confused at the logical, ut whatever each to their own.

shen Qingqiu: " oh thsts pretty nice. wait please dont tell me you have mpreg in this world, i do and no- "

shen Yuan: " No! no, anyways does he look like us? we adopted him when he was around two weeks old. "

Shang Qinghua: " Now i got to admit thats sweet, i love the little family yall got, its kind of sad that this is what our future wouldve been if we didnt die. well i dont regret transmigrating into pidw, sometimes, though becuase i ended up with Mobei, who i modeled after my tastes-. "

Shen Qinghua: " -which pretty much described A-yuan- "

Shang Qinghua: " -so im pretty happy with my life. "

Shen yuan: " talking about you, howd you end up with the protaginist? "

Shen qingqiu, waving his fan lazily with a huff: " Dont get me started- "

proceeds to describe the entire lore of SVSSS. both Qighuas fell asleep at one point while Shen yuan was enratured by the whole story.

Shen Yuan: " WOw! Luo binghe was that bad at papapa? thats totally OOC! but you are still doing it every three days? "

Shen QIngqiu, Shrugging: " pretty much, hes just too cute to not say no to. what about you? idk if papapa with the author whos so clearly a virigin would be that great either, "

Shen Yuan: " oh hes not a virgin. apperently he slept around alot while in university so my poor Chrysanthemum ddint suffer like yours. thouguh he havent done it in awhile since Shen Binghe takes up more of our time "

Shen Qinghua: " awww if they get to stay, maybe they get to take care of our binghe and we get to go for a bi- "

Shen Yuan: " if you are asleep, keep pretending to sleep! dont just wake up halfway! "

SHang QInghua flinched a the fimiliar words as he had jjust woken up.

meanwhile at the kiddy table

Luo Binghe: " so um, do you have aaa?

Shen Binghe: " Three of hearts? no. go fish. "

Luo binghe mumbled under his breath as he grumpily snatches another card. he has already lost 5 times, and Mobei-jun is a lost cuase.

since Mobei-jun wasnt talking SHen binghe iniciated a convo.

Shen binghe: " your so cool looking! your robes are like the ones that my babas cosplay in!! one time when they arrived they had to give me to my grandma in order for them to go to a convention! apperently my babas book, proud immortal demon way go super popular when it finished! "

Luo binghe, raising an eyebrow: " how does this shen binghe tell the differences between your two parents? "

Shen Binghe: " I sometimes call my first baba, ' mama ' "

Luo binghe: " Fair. i call my shizun wife. "

Shen binghe, pouting: " how can other me marry mama! "

Luo binghe, defensively: " well thats becuase Shizun is not my mo- "

Shen Binghe: " -and why is my baba married to the big scary icicle!! "

Mobei-ju just raised an eyebrow which was scary for a child and Shen binghe started crying. frightening both of the adults.

shen yuan suddenly appeared holding his son and rocking him.

Shen yuan, cooing: " Are you ok my little bingbing? did the big scary men bully you? "

Luo binghe: " he started thi- "

he was silenced by a glare.

Shen Binghe: " I dont like this AU! my babas arent together!! and their weird! "

luo binghe does not want to make this child version of himself cry, becuase if he cries and shizun finds out hes sleeping on the bed tonight.

Luo binghe: " wait wait, this lo- im sorry, here look at this. "

he opened his clawed palm and produced a little demonic energy, from that he minipulated it into turning into a a black mistic bunny. the bunny jumped and when luo binghe moved his hands closer to shen binghe, it started to sniff his noise intensly. Shen binghe started to giggle and wearly pet the bunny. to his surprise it was soft.

the other three moved to the table watching this whole scene.

Shen Qingqiu: " oh thats sweet, who kew Binghe was so great with kids? "

Both Qinghuas looked at him. Luo binghe was static.

Luo Binghe: " Would Shizun like a child? this husband would love to- "

he has hit by a fan. Shen binghe started to luagh aswell as shen yuan.

Shen yuan: " See A-bing? if a man like that annoys you, hit him on the head! "

Mobei-jun: " what a pleasant lesson for a child "

everyone jumped when he spoke, basically forggetting he was here.

Shen Qinghua: " anywayss, how did you get here? "

Shen QIngqiu: " Xin Mo messing up "

Shen Yuan: " any way to get back? "

Shang Qinghua: " our ride should be here any second "

a portal opens and Sha hualing pokes her head out.

Sha hualing: " Get over here losers, you owe me! "

after much goodbyes the group left. leaving the cumplane family to lay down on the couch. SHen binghe fell asleep quickly, eghuasted by the whole debacle.

Shen Binghe, groaning: " I dont think i want to meet another AU again. "

Shen yuan, huffing out: " Agreed, "

and then the little family slept happily on the couch

[traiaadd156]

Small blurb of somethin'

Yan!Reader trying to convince(gaslight)yan! Damian.

But his pov💅✨

Try to find which one is more manipulative!(⁠^⁠^⁠)

Nah but frl Im just doing this for my own want bc there is nothing to do😢 and reader has a power(that vamp thing from my other fic)

Warnings!; violence(typical), blood, yan!reader trying to act nonchalant😔, damian isnt aged up in this ver, fluff, gaslighting/coaxing, CRINGE DIALOG!, damian thinking its probly just girl stuff(and also damian forcing to knock out reader) very sweet couple moments, gross sad reader, sassy damian, insecure reader

"I am the only friend you need." You said to him one randomly while cuddling with him in his room(which you broke into but he stopped caring when it kept happening for a month, still grumbles about it but doesnt really lock his windows anymore because of it.)

"but I dont have any friends." He just threw at you casually which confused you, seeing as your head tilted her head to him like some confused dog. "Why? Isnt jon your friend??" Suddenly asking, he was but he knew well.

"do you see him as a threat to us?" Well that made you pause for a moment, not really... He doesnt like damian and from what you heard last time he already has a boyfriend. Letting out a soft sigh, damian has a point, it seems like he always does which somewhat annoyed you. "No... Not really. But why wouldnt people be your friend? Your so kind, rich, handsome, smart, talented and giving—"

But before you could rant further his finger pressed your lips. "To you I am, to you I'm kind and all the things you see that others don't." He said matter of factly, making you scoff. How dare he insinuate you arent stating the obvious! Thats when he added. "But your still right about the wealthy, handsome, smart and talented part." A haughty sarcastic smile twitching on his face making you glare.

There was that familiar sass you knew.

But it all wasnt cuddles and banter, sometimes you got to way ahead of yourself and him. But it is for him, there isnt any reason besides securing your place in his heart, it felt like you werent doing enough.

It repeated in your head as you chopped the limbs off and put it in a bag, sure you were done bleeding them out so it wouldnt smell so bad or weigh so much but that wasn't what you're worried about!

Biting the skin of your lips after wrapping the smaller parts in plastic before putting them in a paint can, you had been in your bathroom for so long— your parents were away so it was the perfect timing.

But why her!?

A week you werent keeping an eye on him and then BOOM! Some random blondie who was wayy too close for comfort. Having seen him in the library sitting together, you wanted to surprise him with a key chain you made of him and you.

It wasnt how different she was from you or how prettier she was, it was that pit in your stomach telling you that you werent enough for him. Damian wayne.

I mean who are you kidding?!

You were a nobody before meeting him, the way you finally got out of your way to be social and know and befriend people to keep tabs in different perspectives. he was everything. And you it was a little laughable how pathetic you were at times; killing the girl out of your own bitter jealousy was the lowest you have ever been.

Degrading thoughts spew as did your paranoia, but at least that girl was here on your tub where she wouldnt try to seduce him.

That fucking succubi deserved this!

Your teeth had gritted, not realizing he was inside your apartment whilst you were in the bathroom scrubbing away and pouring bleach and vinegar to mask the stench of death and blood.

He was getting a little antsy, you hadnt replied to any of his messages since yesterday, what the hell are you even doing? How dare you ignore him. Was he even something relevant? But no answer when he called.

He cursed after waiting for the clock to strike where he usually ends patrol, itching to go back to your house to confront you on why the heck you were ghosting him suddenly.

Well he was never the most patient man out there.

But he was loyal and caring.

In his sick way.

Thats what you loved so much about him.

He hadnt panicked when he saw you, stuffing her body in plastic like a meat store. You both had a hushed argument as he didnt even bother to look and kept going back and forth with you.

"you promised! You promised no more killings!" He was practically fuming, his eyes were probably blood shot with how angry at was right now, not just because you broke your promise on killing people but also now dont know where the hell to bury this person!

"I did it all for you! And why were you with this chick when I was gone for just ONE WEEK!" it was clear you were freaking out, how your voice rose and how you hit his chest when he grabbed into an embrace. Or what you thought—

"your such an ass hole–" muttering, something soft pricking the back of your neck. Instantly your body felt heavier and your breathing laboured. Was it poison?? Taking the small dart out from where he plucked.

"what are you–" he shushed you, dragging you away from the scene after taking off your gloves and carrying you back to bed.

"your an insolent brat," he scolded your unconscious body before adding. "Now I have to get rid of this, I cant risk you being caught with your own incompetency." His voice sneered with venom, a hidden care within his words if you were still ever awake.

So with that he left, in a car he had and how he had to get rid of the evidence somehow; he did know the ups and downs, the garbage incinerator will do just fine then.

He didnt flinch when having to see blood again, but he did feel guilty for letting some poor girl die because of your jealousy, but then again he also would never think to report.

It's just one girl.

He wouldnt let it happen again if he could, besides it was better than last year.

It feels like I made my own personal brain rott with how my head hurts making this but the saga must go on😭

[m0nsterqzzz]

Cat's Out of the Bag La Rue

pairing: Clarisse La Rue x reader

summary: Valentines Day rolls around, and what kind of girlfriend would Clarisse be if she didnt get you the only present you've been wanting?

a/n: i wrote like 5 fucking valentines day fics yesterday (one with natasha, one with wanda, one with clarisse, one with carol danvers, and one with katniss everdeen) yet this is the only one im posting and i kinda hate it. literally the shortest oneshot i've ever written. also, I'm literally a dog person writing about cats. what has life come to?

is this the worst thing i've ever written? yes. do i hate every other piece of written recently cuz im in writers block and haven't updated in like 3 weeks? also yes. im so done yall.

With a baseball cap covering her head, tucking her curls against her head and being the best disguise she could come up with, Clarisse’s eyes dart all around the cab. It zooms through the streets of New York, making the child of Are’s slightly concerned for her and her siblings safety as they get honked out. The man driving seems like he’s barely paying attention to the road, but in the end it doesn’t really matter as long as they get to their destination. 

There are three children in the yellow car; Clarisse, her half brother Mark, and her half sister Ruby. They were the only ones who she could convince to come with her to town, past the safe bounds of camp half blood where nothing but their weapons can stop monsters from hunting and hurting them.

It’d be a lie to say Clarisse isn’t nervous, but she pushes the feeling down as she grips her spear tighter in her left hand. 

This is for you. She’s going into town and risking getting in trouble for the end result of seeing her favorite smile. Your smile. Her partner of one year. It may not seem like a very long time to some people, but you guys are demigods. It’s surprising you made it through the year without being killed by some horrible, ugly monster.

The car stops and the guy counts the large amount of money Mark hands him before telling them to get out of his cab. It may have annoyed the teenagers on any other day, but it doesn’t bother them too much since today is a special day.

“Why are we here?” Ruby asks, eyes scanning the area around them as if sure something is going to jump out at them. In the blonde haired girl's defense, it’s very possible something will.

Clarisse gestures to the small building in front of them. It’s run down and in desperate need of a paint job, but it doesn’t matter. That’s not what grabs the child of Ares attention. It’s the small animals chilling in their little spots inside the store. That’s what she’s here for.

The sign above the small colorful store reads, “Mike’s Animals”. Boring name, but gets the point across. She can already see the little animal she came here for when they walk through the door, the loud bell ringing from the action of opening it but no employee comes to help them. Clarisse lets her siblings stare in awe at the other animals for a few months before shoving towards a section near the back. The kitten section. You had been showing her a website on your phone a few days ago, one with a different selection of the small animals. The website was for Mike’s Animals, but you explained that even though you’d really like a cat, pets aren’t allowed in Camp Half Blood. It’s a rule.

Well you wanna know what Clarisse says about that? Screw rules. What her person want’s, her person gets.

So if the police ever come around, asking you why Clarisse shoved a black and white kitten into her brother's coat pocket and then made a run for it while the store manager chased after them, that’s what you have to say.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

You're laying on your bed reading a book when your girlfriend walks in, a large box covered by a piece of fabric under one arm and a bouquet of flowers in her free hand. She ignores your siblings' gazes as she walks towards your space, setting down the box with a type of gentleness nobody in camp but you gets to see and then holding out the flowers.

They’re your favorite, clearly straight out of the flower fields by the slight glow they give off. They’re wrapped in a brown type of paper with a pink bow clearly down by one of the Aphrodite kids to hold it all together.

“Hey my love.” She starts. “These are for you.” You take the plants with a large grin on your face, bringing them closer to your face to smell the amazing natural scent coming from them. Something moves inside the box she sat on your bed, making you hold in a scream as you jump closer to your girlfriend and farther away from it. “What the hell is moving in that Clarisse?!” You ask, your siblings' attention all over you guys now.

Clarisse just laughs, but she seems slightly nervous as she puts the crate in your lap. “Just look. I hope you like it.” She continues to nervously ramble as you remove the cloth from the top of the box, letting out a small gasp when you see the small animal looking back at you with wide, curious blue eyes.

Your girlfriend stares as you gently pick him up, him instantly curling into your hold with a soft pur as you hold him close to your chest. “You um…you like him?” She asks with a small smile.

“Of course I do! He’s adorable, Risse!” She lets out a relieved sigh, laying down next to you as your siblings surround the bed trying to get a look at the animal. “You know Chiron will never let you keep that right?” One of your brothers asks with a laugh, and you frown as you look at your girlfriend.

She thinks about it for a moment before she says, “We’ll just hide him. He can lounge around the cabin while you’re gone, and you guys can hide him somewhere during cabin checks. Chiron will never know.”

Your siblings eventually leave you alone, going back to their acticicus as your two favorite beings cuddle up to you. Clarisse cuddles up next to your side, and the kitten on your stomach. “I really like you Oreo.” you whisper to the animal, making your girlfriend laugh. “Oreo? That’s the most original thing you could think of right?”

“Okay if you're so great at naming things, what should we name him?”

She goes quiet for a few seconds before mumbling in defeat, “I like Oreo.”

You guys enjoy the silence that surrounds just you guys as you pet Oreo, but then a small laugh comes from you when Clarisse gently grabs the cat and pulls him off your chest so she can lay her head there. “He’s been here for half an hour and you're already jealous?” “He was getting way too touchy. Mine.” She teases and then fakes an annoyed groan when he crawls onto her back and lays down, stretching himself out just to prove a point.

“Will you be my Valentine, my love?” She asks as she places her chin on your chest to look up at you. There's a certain softness in her eyes that you and only you get to see. In fact, it’s very, very rare you ever see the side everyone else talks about when they talk about Clarisse towards you. “You guys just don’t know her like I do.” You tell them. Not like they believe you, half of the camp still believing you somehow put a spell on her.

“Only if you’ll be mine.” You whisper back as if it’s a secret.

“Oh…this is awkward. I already agreed to be like ten other girls date.” Her voice is teasing as she tries and fails not to giggle.

“Is that so?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Hm.” You fake being offended as you cross your arms over your chest and look away. She laughs, and the sound practically forces a smile on your face.

“I’m kidding. Only you, angel. I’m yours. Always.” 

“And I’m yours, Clarisse La Rue.” 

“Always?” 

“And forever.”

There’s a knock on your cabin door, and you figure it’s another camper until a voice calls from the other side of the door, “Clarisse? I know you're in there. Your siblings told me where you went. Cat’s out of the bag La Rue.” Chiron says. Very terrible choice of words. She groans into your stomach, rolling off of you and successfully getting Oreo to jump off her back and onto the bed.

“Those little snitches.” She snarls as she gets up to open the door, making you instantly miss her warmth.

You place the cat under your sweater, giggling and then shoving his face back under when he crawls to put his head through the neck hole. Once she knows he’s covered, Clarisse opens the door. Chirons eyes fall to you, and it’s only then do you think about the fact that there is a giant Oreo shaped lump in your sweater.

All your siblings fall silent as they watch to see what’s gonna happen.

“Mac and cheese day am I right?” You try to joke with a nervous chuckle, but he doesn’t laugh. He just runs a hand over his face and then stares at you. “You know what? I don’t care. You find a way to feed him that isn’t taking resources from us, you make sure he doesn’t do any damage to the furniture, and you keep track of him at all times, you can keep him.”

You grin at him, letting the small animal out of your sweater who in turn lowly hisses at the sight of Chiron.

He groans, walking off as he mumbles something about needing a very long vacation. There's only so much of your girlfriend bending the rules to get you presents he can handle before he was bound to just accept it.

The cinatar leaves, your girlfriend flipping him off when he can’t see. He yells over his shoulder, “I know what you’re doing Clarisse! Stop it or no dessert!” 

She stops flipping him off. Next to you, chocolate cake is what she lives for.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

That night, as you sit with Clarisse at the bonfire, she listens to you complain about how much you miss Oreo. Usually, you’d be too busy roasting marshmallows and cuddling with her to think about anything else, but your girlfriend doesn’t do anything other than smile, happy she made you so happy.

“So how’d you get him anyway? You don’t have that kind of money and there’s no way Chiron gave it to you.” You say, and she freezes in her spot on a log, slightly tightening her arms that are wrapped around your waist as she avoids your eyes.

“I stole him.” Her voice is slightly quieter than usual, and she says this in the most casual tone she can muster.

“CLARISSE LA RUE!”

[m0r1bund]

Things have been quiet lately on account of my house burning down. Nobody was hurt, and I haven't lost my physical / digital art pieces, but I have no way of working on them right now... which means I'm going a little stir crazy! haha! ha !!!

I had the foresight to draft a post with some of my favorite panels from my twine game, Threadbare. I was originally just gonna use them to promote the game, but this is all I can to work on right now, so you're getting the director's commentary reel I guess. but first

Play Threadbare!

Or don't, I can't control you.

I started making Threadbare so that I could weasel my way out of drawing comics. it was supposed to be a low-effort way of telling Frey and Kairos' story, which is, in the grand scheme of things, ancillary to everything happening on wasteland Earth.

(honks clown nose)

the art is also made to be low-effort, even if it doesn't stay that way. unremitting red/white/blue/black takes the guesswork out of painting in color, and also feels like propaganda art. mapping characters to certain colors makes simplifying them easier. Frey can be reduced to an angry blue smudge and Kairos can be a stupid red hat on a triangle.

I had already written out most of the Frey-Kairos scenes back in 2023. The holding cell scene is actually one of the first things I drew LOL. Everything else sprang up from the twine game format. I knew I wanted some buffer between Frey breaking out of the Abattoir and Frey confronting the Oracle, so that we could learn more about the two of them, and also the Archive, without rushing into prophecide. This ended up changing the structure of the story more than I thought it would... and created a lot of self-inflicted scope creep... which is for me to unpack at a later date (when I'm done) (girl help im not even done)

but probably the biggest addition is

her

and ES I guess.

ES and Rhodes were originally funnie little nature spirits, but I long suspected that Rhodes would make a kickass ex-secutor, and I needed some NPCs to explore the Archive with, so. here ya go. I promise I'm going somewhere with them. Rhodes is filling the shoes for another old character concept I had (which was partly cannibalized by the Oracle of Caeres, funny enough.)

<more spoilery stuff under the cut. play my twine game.>

The other characters like Petrei and the Undertaker were designed on the spot, which is to say I just opened a canvas and started painting and hoped for the best. because this was supposed to be low-effort. haha.

I want to go back and figure out Petrei's anatomy because the idea of doing horrible manweevil origami is fun.

The other big surprise in all of this was having sound and music figure so strongly into things. My last twine game, Killswitch, had maybe three little songs to set the mood, and no SFX. I guess something broke in me and I decided I wanted to make an ace attorney game this time. You're all getting bespoke vox files now. my gift to you. and part of why this took like 9 months

I feel lucky that I found the musician ROZKOL, whose work is featured prominently in the twine, just as I was dipping my toes into audio editing and really scripting the meat of things. I was not expecting to find a musician in the Creative Commons scene who had totally figured out what a ceaselessly grinding imperial death machine sounds like. I have a hard time thinking in music, even though it motivates so much of my work... sometimes I feel like I have aphantasia but for compositions LOL. So I really enjoyed this kind of post-hoc surprise collaboration, it was cool to watch the scenes start to mold themselves around ROZKOL's music.

The slideshow-quicktime-event-fight-scene is especially molded to ROZKOL's song "Good Soldier." A fun return to the fine tradition of warrior cats AMVs that I was raised on. bringing in player participation is something that I would like to explore in a more elegant way in the future, I really like the idea of a music video being an active, participatory experience and not a passive one. and honestly I just want other people to feel the same unhinged rush that I feel when I put a song on repeat 70 times while painting.

There's I think four different routes in the first part of that encounter, leading to some variant panels like these.

depending on your choices, Frey gets roughed up a little more or a little less, ES may or may not stick their neck out for you, and the Oracle has choice words for you if you're a good soldier dancing partner.

(fun fact: if you don't choose to act during this scene, Frey picks a route and acts at random.)

I'm still learning what does and doesn't make a meaningful player choice. is there a branch because the possibility of choosing to / choosing not to see it is compelling, or is there a branch just to be a branch? I don't really think that you need to fundamentally alter the narrative to have fun with it. little things like ES and Rhodes remembering your name still feel meaningful to me, even if they don't change the outcome of anything. but I'm also bending to certain limitations that I cannot fully discuss until I finish this damn thing.

Speaking of finishing, I made the denouement in a deranged fever haze. I got sick twice in the span of, like, a month. It was pretty miserable. but hey, at least I had time to finish my twine.

^^^ how it feels to finish your twine (she doesn't know her house is about to burn down)

further in the vein of things burning down, I'm glad I found the song "In Your Mind" and didn't get cold feet about keeping it in the tracklist. I was struggling to nail down the tone of the ending scene, until I gave it a few listens and things clicked. but at the last minute, I nearly swapped it for "Burn it All Down." It's a really good song, too, but it's probably for the best I briefly possessed Kairos' gift of prophecy and didn't pick the one about uhhhhh. burning.

I think that's all I got for now. thanks for playing and/or flirting with the idea of playing by reading this post. kill petrei for me. and try not to be on fire.

[watchmegetobsessed]

MISTLETOE

A/N: oh my god??? im actually posting something??? wow!!! okay joke aside lol its been ages since i last poste anything and im not saying im back, but i've been trying to write here and there so hopefully i will be back soon. until then, here is this little something i manage to finish last month!

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: Everyone knows Harry is crushing on Y/N, but he hasn't made any major moves. Maybe tonight, when they find themselves under the mistletoe...

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“So Styles, are you gonna man up and ask her out finally, or be a baby?” Niall laughs, bumping his shoulder against Harry’s as they are approaching the pub they spend almost every Friday night at. 

“Shut up,” he groans, but it’s impossible to miss the blush on his cheeks. Niall didn’t even drop a name, but they both knew who he was talking about.

It’s kind of an open secret that Harry has been very into Y/N. Well, all the boys know at least and they very much enjoy teasing him about it. Or maybe not about the crush, but about how long he’s been into her and he still hasn’t made any major moves. The past couple of weeks it’s been even more intense, because it seems like Y/N has been very much open towards Harry and his interest in her, but he’s been clearly waiting for him to make a move. 

As the boys arrive at the pub it’s just as buzzing as always even despite the painfully cold weather that’s been keeping everyone on campus wrapped up in their warmest clothes. A few days ago it was even snowing for a bit, though there’s nothing left from the whiteness by now.

Harry sighs happily as the warmth of the crowd inside hugs him in an instant. The bunch that’s already there, including Y/N, is sitting in the back at a table they often sit by, it’s kind of their spot at this point. 

He spots her in an instant and his cheeks warm up, but this time it’s not because of the temperature inside the pub. He saw her just the other day at lunch, but he can always feel his heart skipping a beat as if she was coming back from a months long trip. 

“You’re being obvious,” Niall bumps his shoulder against his, grinning at his friend, but Harry just rolls his eyes again as they make their way over to the table.

With only two weeks until winter break the place is decorated, there are garlands running along the walls and pipes, ornaments hanging from the corners of the framed photos, there’s a tiny christmas tree on top of the bar and if you’re not paying attention you can end up standing underneath a mistletoe here and there as well. 

“Hey! Thought you guys weren’t even gonna make it!” Jackie exclaims as she stands from the table, hugging the boys one by one. She is practically the person who brought the group together, everyone in the gang either had a lecture together with her, went to practice with her or shared a room with her. The latter is how Y/N got to meet the boys, including Harry. Though the two girls are not roommates anymore, they are still very close. 

Just as Harry wraps his arms around Jackie his eyes meet Y/N’s over her shoulder and his ming blanks for a moment. With her shy smile, simple yet flattering outfit and vibrant aura she is definitely the one who steals the show, at least in Harry’s mind. 

“Hi,” he breathes out when they are finally facing each other and she gifts him with the brightest smile as she lifts her arms to wrap them around his neck.

“Hi,” she giggles, her front pressing against his and he holds her just a bit tighter and longer than anyone else. Which she seemingly doesn’t mind. 

Of course they end up sitting next to each other. It’s no surprise to anyone. Niall is sitting across Harry and every time Harry looks his way he gives him a nudging, teasing look that screams “come on, make a move” which Harry tries to ignore as much as possible, though Niall tends to be a bit much at times.

“What are your plans for the break?” Y/N asks him, the two of them have kind of tuned out of the conversation that’s happening around the table. 

“Just going home, spending time with my family. My mum is very excited,” he chuckles softly. “What about you?”

“Pretty much the same,” she smiles. “I’m pretty sure my mum has already started cooking.”

They talk about family traditions, gifting and funny stories from past holidays, completely forgetting about the rest of the group for a while. When their glasses empty out they head over to the bar for a refill, sticking to each other’s side still.

When Y/N tries to pay for her drink Harry steps in, earning a knowing look from the bartender. 

“What a gentleman,” he murmurs under his breath with a smirk, pushing the two beers towards them. Harry’s ears turn red, while Y/N just nods in agreement. 

A guy hurries past them, pushing Y/N slightly against Harry whose hand moves to her waist out of instinct to steady her. The moment gets lost in the crowd to everyone else, but not to them. Harry’s whole body flames, the closeness of her feels exciting and calming at the same time and he doesn’t know, but she shares the same feeling. 

“You alright?” he manages to ask her, their faces way closer than ever before. She peeks up at him with a short nod.

“Yeah, thanks.”

It feels like a moment that would be perfect to finally make a move. Harry knows and as he is looking at her he also knows that she wouldn’t reject him, yet he still can’t get himself to take that step and cross the line he’s been dancing on for so long. 

The seconds pass by and the moment fades as well, disappointment bubbling in her gut as she moves back from him, his hand falling off her waist and he is already regretting being such a coward.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself as Y/N starts to move ahead of him, back to the table and he follows her feeling like the biggest loser ever. 

Why is he so afraid of making a move? She’s all he’s been thinking about, they get along so well and everyone’s been telling him she wants him too. But still, that awful voice in the back of his head keeps reminding him there’s a chance she rejects him and everything would be ruined after that. 

Defeated, they join the rest of the table again and they both can feel a wall sitting right between them. Harry keeps replaying the moment in his head, he thinks of everything he could have done not to mess up his chance, wishing he could go back in time and man up finally.

Soon enough the group moves to the darts boards as Niall and Liam start a match, the rest enjoying the show because Niall is known to be quite competitive in any and all sports. 

Harry is standing by Y/N again, but there’s tension between them obviously and his mind is racing to find a way to ease the situation. Should he ask her to talk? Pretend like nothing happened? Or what if he just swung an arm around her right now? What if–

“Oh! You two!” Niall snaps him out of his thoughts, pointing at him and Y/N. “You’re standing under the mistletoe!”

They look up at the same time, checking that he did not lie, there really is a mistletoe hanging above them. Their gazes meet and the moment is back. Y/N is looking at him with hope tinkering in her eyes and Harry knows he can’t mess it up this time, but he needs just a few seconds to build up the courage, this is a big step and he…

He is taking too long. He sees the moment when Y/N is letting go and panic sets in, screaming at him to do something and then… he finally does. Just when Y/N turns her face in defeat he gently cups her cheek, turning it back and she sucks on her breath before he finally presses his lips to hers. 

A lot happens around them, there’s whistling and clapping and Niall shouts something but it all tunes out to Harry, she is all he can sense. Her arms are quick to snake around his neck and his hands find their way to her waist, pulling her tight into his embrace, hoping he never has to let go of her. 

All his fantasies about what kissing her would feel like vanish and he swears it’s all he has ever known, the touch of her soft lips, the way her tongue swirls against his, the warmth of her body pressed against his. 

Their mistletoe kiss stretches long and neither of them really wants to end it, but reality pushes its way back into their bubble and the noise pops it. Pulling apart they stare at each other for a while before Y/N’s lips slowly break into a smile that Harry feels like wants to own forever. He can’t bear the thought of anyone else being the reason she smiles this way. 

“Harry Styles finally grew some balls!” Niall shouts, completely stomping over the moment they just shared as they turn back to face their friends, arms still around each other. 

“A Christmas miracle!” Jackie joins in on the teasing. 

“Okay, okay! I get it!” Harry groans, not quite enjoying being in the center of attention. 

Y/N’s arms have moved to circle around his abdomen and she gently squeezes him, grabbing his attention. The moment he looks at her smiling face he forgets about everything that’s making him uncomfortable. 

Leaning down he presses a short, lingering kiss to her lips, replacing every word he ever wanted to tell her and she understands it all, happy to be finally speaking the same language. 

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[stfumiyano]

why i think miyano is gay: a sexuality analysis

i've already posted this on twitter 2 years ago, but i want to put it here on tumblr too, cause why not ! i've always wanted to make it more structured anyway, and tumblr is much more suited for essay type posts like this

anyway, miyano being gay is something that i, upon first ever reading sasamiya in 2021, had always thought was sensei's intention, so i was surprised when i joined the fandom back then and it was, and still is, a pretty unpopular headcanon

that being said, here's a comprehensive analysis on how i've always interpreted his thoughts/feelings/aspects of his life/general path to discovering his attraction to men as a whole

without further ado, please read under the cut for The Essay!

I. Gender-based insecurities contributing to Comphet

so i'll address the first thing i know everyone’s going to say. he’s said he’s liked girls before*, specifically makimura back in middle school.

*he only ever states makimura even though he pluralizes ‘girls’, so it’s either he’s doing that thing where you pluralize it even though there’s really only ever been one, or there have been others he just didn’t mention. if the latter is true, i can’t speak for the unspecified other girls, but if they’re anything like the ‘crush’ he had on makimura, i think a similar analysis would apply.

personally, i’ve always thought this was meant to be an example of pressure from a heteronormative society affecting a gay man. there’s multiple reasons why i think this. but FIRST, i think it’s important to really get into the headspace miyano was in back when he was in middle school.

he was this young kid (he entered high school at 15 years old, which means in middle school, he was 13-14) getting comments from his peers (mostly girls) about looking feminine.

his masculinity was obviously taking blows and he was feeling really insecure about it. he even takes advice from some friends about growing his hair out to look less feminine, which shows he was already eager to adopt ways to show his masculinity, not just to others but to himself as well, for his own confidence

i also want to note: miyano specifically wanted to go to an all boys high school (pic from 1st years novel). one of his criteria for what high school he wanted to go to was that it should be all-boys.

i can only think this is because hes tired of all the girls’ comments about his face. im mentioning this just to show even more how insecure he was about his masculinity, and how willing he was to take steps, and find anything to make himself feel less like shit about it

makimura was a nice girl in his class who, so far, didn’t make fun of him. they sat near each other, were in groups together and got along well. in contrast to the other girls who made comments on his face, he liked being around her, partially because he thought he didn’t have to deal with those kinds of comments from her. this panel is him describing briefly how/why he came to like her:

so here’s miyano, barely a teenager, in a state of mind where he’s insecure of his perceived lack of masculinity, and he’s friends with this nice girl who doesn’t make this insecurity worse. and because of all of these factors, i think subconsciously, he felt that since he liked being around her, he must have a crush on her.

i think the thought that he has a crush on her is further fueled in his mind by his insecurity. because being in love with a girl: that’s a masculine thing. that’s something he can cling onto to prove he’s masculine. it’s very much giving….”despite what those other girls think, i AM a man. im even crushing on this girl, see??” and yes, he may not be able to actually SHOW that to other people, but he ‘knows’ it in himself and i think this somehow helped comfort him with regards to his whole complex with masculinity

now AGAIN, i think it was a subconscious thing. im NOT saying he was actively thinking: "oh i am going to convince myself i have a crush on this girl, that proves im masculine!!!" it’s not anything malicious, it doesn’t mean he’s not the type of person to be honest with himself, he’s not any less genuine with his own feelings. he was just very young and very clueless about what love is supposed to feel like. he genuinely thought love was just getting along well with someone and liking being around them. (obviously, he discovers what its really like when he meets sasaki, but ill get to that later)

(to go on a bit of a tangent, this is definitely something that happens in real life. this isn’t uncommon with young gay people where they think they had crushes on people of the other gender but they actually didn’t. there are societal structures in place that tell gay people that the right and normal thing to do is to fall in love with people of the other gender, and since they’re young and unsure what love is like, they may assume platonic feelings (as long as it’s for the other gender!!) are romantic. they may think something like, “oh this girl is fun to hang out with, and everyone says she’s cute, and i think she’s cute too, i guess…..am i in love with her then?” but years down the line when they discover they’re gay and what it’s REALLY like to be in love, they look back and realize: no they weren’t. they were just pressured by a heteronormative society to think so, or in some cases they were just in denial or trying to prove something to themselves. i think this is definitely happening to miyano.)

but anyways! back to it, that ‘crush’ he had only lasted as long as she didn’t say anything about his feminine face. after she made that comment, he distanced himself from her and stopped speaking to her

now to me, this looks like he’s just dropped his crush. he doesn’t like her anymore. that easy. and to some people, it’s definitely possible to lose feelings that easily. but given everything i’ve discussed up till now, i’m inclined to believe that him dropping his feelings so easily means he never had real feelings for her to begin with.

also, judging from the fact that the main thing miyano could remember about makimura back then was merely that she always carried a canvas (as opposed to something like: 'she liked art, so we talked about art a lot' or even 'she used to draw/paint a lot'), it seems like in middle school, he didnt even ask her about her interests or made an attempt to talk about her interests all that much at all. this is something people usually do if they were actually interested in a person

in fact, miyano talks about music or sweets with sasaki all the time, because sasaki likes those, and miyano's interested in learning more about him. why does it appear like it wasnt the same with makimura?

II. The Timing of His BL Fixation

to build on the previous point: i think another thing worth noting is how soon after (maybe even during) the time he had this aforementioned 'crush', he developed a pretty intense fixation on bl. i don’t think that’s a coincidence.

developing an intense obsession with gay media while/after going through an internal struggle due to his feminine looks + his heteronormativity-induced ‘crush’ ?? these personal struggles, in my opinion, absolutely contributed to the reason why he ended up so fixated on BL

it's not simply that he happens to like certain tropes commonly in BL, or conflicts inherent in BL. there must be reasons he likes certain tropes, and especially loves romance between two guys. we all have reasons why we love specific genres/tropes. many times, our real life experiences and ability to relate are what shapes what kind of media we tend to love the most. i think it must be the same for miyano.

he doesn’t know why yet, but i think he felt like BL really spoke to him, on a personal level. even if he doesn’t realize it, he felt that he related to BL somehow

if his 'crush' happened to overlap with his discovery of BL, it may have been even more of a reason for him to hang onto the idea that he has a crush on a girl. we already know he feels insecure for liking BL. this 'crush', in his mind, is proof to himself that he isnt gay

III. Romantic Love Seems New to Him

now, i'd like to talk about miyano’s behavior after sasaki's confession. one thing i noticed is that miyano seems to not have a single clue about love…….despite also claiming he’s been in love? here, he says he’s “only ever liked girls” and then only 3 panels later….asks what it means to be in love with someone?

not once did he ever compare what he felt for makimura to what he feels for sasaki and use that to help him figure out if it’s similar. it’s like he didn't bother, because he knew that this thing with sasaki feels different.

his journey to discovering being in love was all written as if it was all new to him. it’s like this was the first time he’s ever actually liked or fallen in love with someone. he keeps asking himself, what does it mean to be in love? or: is this love? he asks himself, and even hanzawa, over and over again but….isn’t he supposed to know that already? if he really has loved girls before…..isn’t he supposed to have an idea, even?

you could argue that it’s because with makimura, it was just a little crush, and with sasaki, it’s full blown love. but even then, a crush is still romantic love. a milder form of it, but still romantic love. so why is everything so brand new to him? why is he acting like he’s starting from 0? i know its different for everyone, but personally, im bisexual, and my experiences liking men and drawing similarities between that and how i felt towards women, absolutely helped me with discovering that i like women too

so for miyano, the most BASIC crush stuff: like butterflies, wanting to touch them, or thinking about them all the time: wouldn’t he have experienced these before? shouldn't he have thought: “wait a second…this kind of feels familiar, this is how i felt in middle school” ? but no, instead of that, he had to get the news from hanzawa about how it feels to love someone:

miyano's experience falling in love with sasaki led him to feel very intense feelings. and i think he feels them so intensely because it's his first time genuinely having romantic feelings for someone. its his first time experiencing ANYTHING like it, and thats why hes so overwhelmed and has no idea how to handle it

IV. Random point i dont know how to categorize

this one is a bit silly but i wanna toss it in here anyway, why not.

so it seems like it’s obvious in miyano’s eyes/expression when he’s in love with someone. his eyes sparkle and he makes a certain face, according to makimura. when she notices this in ch20, it seems like it’s the first time she’s ever seen him make an expression like that:

if he really used to be in love with her, he would've looked at her that way as well. in that case, makimura should not have been as stunned as she was to see him make that kind of face. she would have seen it before, directed at her.

she seems to be pretty perceptive after all; she’s able to draw lots of conclusions about sasaki and miyano just by looking at their faces. so i think she would’ve noticed if miyano’s ever made that expression (or something similar) around her in middle school

END

aaaand that’s the end of it! IMPORTANT: these are all meant to build on each other. i meant for all of this to be one whole cohesive thing. my reasons for believing he’s gay are all of these things, on top of each other

if you dont agree, thats fine. being gay and being bi have many overlaps. that’s why there’s lots of people who identify as bi at some point in their lives and then gay later on, or vice versa, or even people who flip flop between identifying as either

it can be confusing, because there are lots of shared experiences between the two. any one of these arguments can be looked at from both a gay lens, or a bi lens. it’s just that personally, i’ve always interpreted his experiences as that of a gay man.

it’s valid as well to interpret them in a bi way (for example: him being clueless about what love is could be seen as just confusion that comes with navigating love for a person of the same gender for the first time), but i personally just dont interpret it that way

[mimikyuno]

Emotional incest? In my miku tap tap game?

aah i just typed a long reply in my post about it too but i’ll answer this here too. yes emotional incest!! in the miku tap tap game!! and so brilliantly told!!

mafuyu and her mom are a textbook case i’m not fucking joking, colopale went Deep researching this stuff, it wouldn’t surprise me if one of the niigo writers had a personal experience with this. i say this because even though they are constricted by gacha-game restrictions and age limits, mafuyu’s mental health state and the whole storyline is so realistic that i dont even know how to explain it without exposing bits of my trauma i’d rather not lol

(i dont like talking about my abuse and i wont, but my mother IS basically TurboMegaEvil mafumom so i want to preface this by stating that i recognise my own bias in discussing this topic. however i am not the only one who has picked on this so. here’s the most objective i can be about it).

obviously csa and trauma TW under the cut

emotional/covert incest is when a parent relies on their child for the emotional support that would typically be provided by a romantic partner. it’s closely related to parent-child enmeshment and mafuyu has all the symptoms of a child who has been victim of these forms of abuse (lack of identity, dissociation, shame, guilt, needs external validation, avoids conflicts, is actively suicidal etc.), and her relationship with her mother is quite textbook: lack of boundaries/privacy, helicopter parenting, codependency. like, look at these lists. that’s mafuyu’s whole narrative.

mafumom cannot see mafuyu as her own person because she is codependent on her. mafuyu is an extension of her – she thinks she knows everything about her, and is jealous of her friends, especially kanade. that’s not a normal parent-child relationship. that’s sick, especially if you want to read into mafumom probably suspecting that kanade and mafuyu might have been romantically involved (talking about the danger of “someone you met online” in the terms she did in past events).

this kind of dysfunctional parent-child relationship can be exacerbated in parents who are already struggling with their mental health / have trauma, and who are either single or whose partner is unavailable (like mafudad being away so much).

emotional/covert incest can sometimes involve non-physical forms of sexual abuse (like eg graphically discussing sexual topics with the child) but i dont think that’s mafuyu’s case.

still, her guilt and shame towards her mom and their dynamic and their family situation is so textbook that im 100% the writers researched the hell out of this topic. for example in the last event when mafumom made mafuyu uncomfortable, she started crying about it in front of her, and mafuyu’s first reaction was panic, shame, and guilt. she took the blame when it wasn’t her fault, and her mother barely comforted her, excusing herself, leaving mafuyu dissociated and sick with guilt. that’s bc her whole life she’s been feeling responsible for her mother’s emotional wellbeing.

(screenshots from this translation)

in “what lies beyond guiding a lost child” mafuyu recalls getting lost in the amusement park. she was just a little child, yet when her mom found her she made it all about herself, and mafuyu (a scared little girl) found herself having to comfort her mother, making sure she was okay, and feeling guilty for worrying her. that’s not a healthy parent-child relationship. it burdens mafuyu’s with her mother’s emotional wellbeing. mafumom should have comforted mafuyu, who was scared, scolded her a bit about going off on her own, and then LATER without mafuyu, seek reassurance from her husband about how scared she was when she lost sight of mafuyu. INSTEAD SHE guilt-tripped the hell out of her very young child, CRIED to her, and manipulated her into apologising and taking care of her emotional needs. she didnt care about how awful mafuyu would feel, seeing her mother cry because of her, being guilt-tripped and shamed, and then dragged away from the park early as her mom squeezed her hand so tight it hurt.

(these screenshots skip a few lines bc the exchange would be too long to report fully in this post imo)

this dynamic is enmeshment, with tinges of emotional incest. and it’s toxic and abusive. it leaves a child feeling so sick with guilt and shame to the point of dissociation and suicidality. mafuyu needs to go no contact with mama and find a therapist methinks (but that’s me being biased cus that’s what i did 🙊)

[thewaningcrescent]

i kind of give up on trying to meet people who share my disorder already (who’s surprised?) because apparently stating that people with actual cdds deserve separate safespaces & communities from willos is “insensitive and harmful,” even though i never actually said anything directly insulting to them. i never said that they didn’t deserve their own space at all.

‘well you should be angry that ifs exists then.. it’s a bigger problem than endos!” blawg.. everyone still has parts of self that construct a whole, i never claimed that wasn’t true.. it’s an effective therapy approach, even if it is kind of frustrating that it can be misleading depending on the patient—and that a large chunk of the terminology is also used by dissociative systems. IFS can be extremely effective in helping you connect & understand those parts of self even if they’re not literally structurally dissociated, and it still doesn’t literally aim to convince patients that they have alters. alters is a d.i.d term and you cannot say otherwise. i honestly don’t know a lot about internal family services because it’s extremely difficult to find specialists in, but regardless of whether IFS utilizes similar terminology and if i can agree on whether or not that’s equally as problematic, my literal entire point was that i wish it were easier to filter through ‘other plural content’ for d.i.d content specifically—not that you’re going to hell or something for posting it.

it isn’t the existence of the content that bothers me, it’s not my business; it’s the fact that i can’t filter it even when i really try. it’s clearly not something that’s going to change, but i’m still allowed to be frustrated that it’s been a persistent issue in my personal experience..?

blocking radqueer tags isn’t always the solution to the problem either, unfortunately, and everyone in my replies who said the problem “didn’t exist” were—surprise surprise—not cdd patients. i’m so sick of people taking literally everything as a personal attack when i’m speaking about a specific event that happened to me. like i’m not talking about you if you have basic respect for d.i.d patients, so don’t reply? you’re not who i was addressing, then, and i’m not sure why you feel targeted by my diary post.

just like you’re allowed to be upset with ‘antis’ in your spaces—which i’ll add, literally just do your own thing in your own space whilst having consideration for everyone else and that is completely valid to me—we’re allowed to be personally frustrated that you’ve taken it upon yourselves to say that you should be included in communities that are intended to address dissociative plurality. it’s definitely not like there aren’t thousands upon thousands of posts on here from d.i.d patients expressing their frustration with the blend between our spaces or anything.

“system was used before the 90s and the term doesn’t belong to you guys either!” okay, that’s valid. that’s not even the problem. it’s just easier to find people who relate to you in separate communities that don’t use the exact same terminology as one another, don’t you think? i’m gonna say it again. it’s a personal frustration. the entire point was that separate communities would benefit all parties. separate doesn’t mean you guys don’t deserve one at all? it doesn’t mean you don’t deserve the respect that you give others?

like, rebecca i’m sorry that i came out of dormancy after a jillion years and im not woke enough to discourse with you, i’m VENTING!!