Belladonna

so instead, I read and write..

[bloodstainedchapters]

My opinion on the Greek class (TSH) and I say this with my whole chest - is that they weren't actually special because they were smart or mysterious or whatever. They were special because they decided they were. Like they collectively woke up and went like 'we're the main characters of this world' and then proceeded to live like that was gospel. they were literally doing ancient cosplaying but with murder sprinkled in. they built this fragile, hyper-curated reality where everything had to be beautiful, tragic, and perfectly in line with the aesthetic. it wasn’t just about learning greek — it was about becoming greek myths in human form. And Bunny didn’t believe in their religion. Bunny was living in reality, grilled cheese, milkshakes, a girlfriend in an education program — none of it matched their vibe, and that made him dangerous. he didn’t feed into the delusion. he didn’t bow to the aesthetic. and because of that, he had to go. like, they didn’t kill bunny because of what he did — they killed him because he was living in a world that wasn’t theirs. and in their heads, that was the ultimate crime.

(Okay this turned out to be a total rant I'm sorry)

[bloodstainedchapters]

me? i’m not healing. i’m just wearing prettier armor this time.

[bloodstainedchapters]

The Secret History isn’t scary because of the murder. It’s scary because of the way beauty is weaponized. The way people will ruin lives — including their own — just to keep a fantasy intact. It’s the horror of loving something fake so much that you’d kill to keep it from shattering. The group wasn't protecting themselves when they killed Bunny. They were protecting the story. And in their minds, that was worth more than the truth.

[bloodstainedchapters]

send this to all your favourite moots and grow a garden! KEEP THE GARDEN GROWING!🌼💚🌱💚🌻 🌳🪻🌼🍒🌹🌼🌸🌷🌺🪻

aww tysm 🥹💖

send this to all your favourite moots and grow a garden! KEEP THE GARDEN GROWING!🌼💚🌱💚🌻 🌳🪻🌼🍒🌹🌼🌸🌷🌺🪻💐🏵🪴🌾⚘️🪱

[bloodstainedchapters]

I romanticize everything.

making coffee? it’s a scene.

walking to the store? main character moment.

laying in bed? tragic heroine in a victorian novel.

yes, i’m delusional. yes, it’s fun.

[bloodstainedchapters]

[You always met him in the library—but this time, something was different.]

It started with shared silence.

You took the corner table near the arched window. Always the same one. And somehow, he always showed up. Same time, same chair. Never invited, never asked. He just appeared, like clockwork.

You never complained.

Even when he spread out his notes like he owned the space. Even when he tapped his quill with annoying precision. Even when he smirked that stupidly gorgeous smirk whenever you caught him glancing at you instead of his textbook.

"You're late," he said, not looking up.

You rolled your eyes, setting your books down beside him. “You don’t own time.”

“No,” he said, casually turning a page. “But I like when it syncs with yours.”

You hated how your stomach flipped at that. You hated it more when he smiled, like he knew.

Silence settled again, thick like fog. Words unsaid. Glances exchanged. That weird, warm thing buzzing beneath your skin that you never dared name.

And then?

A pencil rolled off the edge of your table.

You bent to grab it—he did too.

Your hands touched.

Just barely.

A spark. A shift. A heartbeat loud enough to echo in your throat.

You looked up.

He was already staring.

“I—uh—sorry,” you mumbled, pulling your hand away.

But he didn’t move.

“I’m not,” he said softly.

You blinked. “What?”

He reached across the table, fingers brushing your wrist like he’d been waiting for an excuse to touch you forever.

“Can I try something?”

You nodded, breath caught halfway in your lungs.

He leaned forward, close enough that your noses nearly touched.

But instead of kissing you, he just pressed his forehead to yours.

Quiet. Gentle. Deliberate.

Like he was memorizing the shape of your presence.

“You make me forget we’re supposed to be rivals,” he whispered.

You smiled, eyes closing for a moment too long. “You never really tried to win anyway.”

“I didn’t need to,” he said, voice barely audible. “I already got what I wanted.”

And just like that, the library—books, whispers, time—faded.

Because he was right.

This wasn’t about grades or rivals anymore.

It was about you. And him. And the space between that wasn’t empty anymore.

[bloodstainedchapters]

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓 (TASM) 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 2.2𝒌

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑶𝒃𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚. 𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑻𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒖𝒎… 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅.

It was supposed to be a normal Stark Tower evening. And by normal, you meant only slightly sabotaged by your painfully cute coworker-slash-archnemesis, Peter freaking Parker.

You were new to the Avengers intern program — tech division, sarcasm department. Peter was the golden boy who somehow managed to fix broken quantum drives and still spill coffee on your shoes before 9 a.m.

The two of you? Oil and water. Fire and gasoline. That one time he upgraded your Stark tablet without asking and deleted all your files?

Yeah. You still hadn’t forgiven him. Even if he did apologize with extra fries.

So naturally, when the power cut out mid-evening during a routine maintenance sweep, you weren’t shocked to hear his voice in the dark.

“Oh no.”

Your groan echoed off the walls of the tiny utility closet. “Tell me that’s not you.”

“Uh,” Peter said from somewhere uncomfortably close, “hi?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You fumbled for your Stark-issued flashlight and clicked it on — only to reveal Peter’s very concerned, very pretty face mere inches from yours.

Your breath caught for half a second. Half a second too long.

“Please don’t tell me we’re locked in here,” he mumbled, already fiddling with the door.

You crossed your arms. “I could’ve been stuck with anyone. Literally anyone. And I get you.”

“Hey, that’s rude,” he said, scandalized.

“You erased my playlist from the Stark server,” you snapped.

“I said I was sorry! Also, I replaced it with a better one—”

“Better?!” You scoffed. “You added Nickelback.”

Peter clutched his chest. “Photograph is a classic.”

“I hate you.”

“You keep saying that,” he muttered, pushing on the door with his shoulder. “But I don’t believe you.”

You went still. “Excuse me?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly. Too quickly.

You narrowed your eyes. “Peter.”

“Yes?”

“What was that?”

“I didn’t say anything,” he said, still not looking at you. “Door’s jammed. Probably an energy surge tripped the whole building’s security grid. Should be back up in—”

You stepped forward. “You don’t believe I hate you?”

“I mean, do you?” he said casually, way too casually, like your entire history hadn’t been a mess of bickering, banter, and accidental almost-hand-holding last month on the quinjet.

You blinked. “You think I don’t mean it?”

Peter met your gaze for the first time in the dark, and suddenly the closet felt ten degrees warmer.

“I think…” he said slowly, voice low, “…if you actually hated me, you wouldn’t bring me coffee every Wednesday.”

Your jaw dropped. “That’s out of pity.”

“Sure it is,” he said, grinning now.

“And because I feel bad that you forget breakfast.”

“Pity,” he repeated with a raised eyebrow, “or… concern?”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

This was spiraling. Fast.

You needed to change the subject. Fast.

Instead, your brain decided to launch itself off a cliff.

“Wait… you like me?! Why?!” you blurted before your frontal lobe could protest.

Peter froze like a deer infront of headlights. “What?!”

“You just implied—no, you said—you basically just said—oh my God.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly bashful. “I mean… yeah? I thought it was kinda obvious?”

You stared at him like he’d grown a second head. “Obvious to who?!”

Peter hesitated… and then, in the most infuriatingly adorable move known to mankind, he reached out and gently tapped your forehead with his index finger.

“I think it has to do with your personality,” he said, voice soft but teasing.

You reeled back, scandalized. “My personality?!”

He laughed. “I was pretty shocked too.”

“Peter.”

“Yes?”

“You’re the worst.”

“You’re blushing.”

“I’m about to strangle you.”

“You’re definitely blushing.”

You buried your face in your hands. “This can’t be real. This is a fever dream. I’m hallucinating from secondhand exposure to Tony’s leftover shawarma.”

He tilted his head. “You’re not hallucinating.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I’m sweating profusely and resisting the urge to pass out.”

You snorted. “You’re not serious.”

“I’m very serious. And also terrified.”

You peeked at him through your fingers. His brown eyes were so earnest it hurt.

“I’m not… what you think I am,” you said quietly. “I’m chaotic. I’m loud. I once started a dance battle during a fire drill.”

“That was one of the best days of my life,” Peter whispered.

“I talk too much.”

“I like that about you.”

You blinked. “You do?”

“Yeah,” he said with a soft shrug. “You fill in the spaces I leave quiet.”

And just like that, your brain short-circuited.

You stared at him in stunned silence until finally, you muttered, “Okay, maybe I don’t hate you.”

“That’s a start,” Peter said, and God help you, he smiled like the sun.

By the time the power flickered back on, your heart was still doing backflips and Peter’s hand was hovering inches from yours like a promise not quite made.

The door unlocked with a soft click.

Neither of you moved.

You looked at him. He looked at you.

And then, because you were you and he was him and chaos was inevitable, you deadpanned, “Still doesn’t excuse Nickelback.”

Peter grinned. “I’ll redeem myself.”

“You better.”

“Deal.”

Borders @enchanthings-a

Thanksss @lostintheseawithmino

[bloodstainedchapters]

Reading The Secret History ruined me in the sexiest way possible.Like yes. Let’s wear suits in the woods. Let’s study Greek like it’s sacred. Let’s commit murder and never recover. I want to be a morally questionable intellectual with a tragic past and a lighter I can’t stop flicking.

bloodstainedcapters ~

[bloodstainedchapters]

I don’t need a social life, I need to wander through an old university at midnight, listening to Beethoven and contemplating my inevitable downfall.

[bloodstainedchapters]

"Some victims aren’t innocent—they’re architects of their own demise."

Andie Was the Puppetmaster

What if Andie Bell wasn’t just a victim but the mastermind behind a darker scheme? Perhaps she was manipulating her relationships with Max, Elliot, and others to gain power over them. Her "death" might have been a result of her plans spiraling out of control.

Bloodstainedchapters

[bloodstainedchapters]

Everyone in The Secret History is insane,

but Bunny really had the audacity to blackmail

a group of people who have already killed someone.

Bold strategy. Let’s see how it played out for him.

[Almost done with book 1!!!]

[cardinalcheerio]

Been a few days... you ok?

[bloodstainedchapters]

I am not able to finish this dam bookkkk

[bloodstainedchapters]

Everyone else: goes to college to study and have fun

The Greek Class: performs murder, ruins lives, commits light incest, reads Homer for fun.

#TheSecretHistory #chaoticacademia #normalstudentbehavior #notliketheotherstudents

[bloodstainedchapters]

Bunny Corcoran is the kind of guy who’d call the cops on you for jaywalking while actively blackmailing you for murder.

[bloodstainedchapters]

Pip’s biggest flaw isn’t her obsession with solving murders.It’s the fact that she didn’t immediately leave town after solving the first one.

#AGoodGirlsGuideToMurder #smalltownchaos

[bloodstainedchapters]

Everyone in The Secret History is insane,

but Bunny really had the audacity to blackmail

a group of people who have already killed someone.

Bold strategy. Let’s see how it played out for him.

[Almost done with book 1!!!]

[bloodstainedchapters]

Me: I’m a law-abiding citizen.

Also me, after reading A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder:

Maybe I could accidentally solve a murder and expose a criminal empire?

[bloodstainedchapters]

Richard Papen’s hobbies include:

Smoking on rooftops

Being poor

Getting dragged into murder conspiracies because he’s too awkward to say no.

#TheSecretHistory #RichardPapen #darkacademiahumor #relatable