#also. i'll get to isa. i swear i will

[charmallows]

who up starring they time

[iqxatlantic]

" she's the serpentine, she's my collar ! "

ft. isagi yoichi . ooc! isagi ? . downbad! isagi . reader wears those nice satin dresses w a slit at the thigh YESSS GAWD . reader wears make-up! . afab! reader . isagi thirsting . isagi being a dog . isagi trying to hold back the urges . dates . swearing . suggestive lol . not proofread

wc: 0.4k

"[name], you ready?" the blue eyed boy asked. he didn't want to rush you — last time he did, he got whacked in the damn face with your purse. he had an adorable, pastel bandage on his nose. what a contrast to the fancy setting.

"wait, yoichi," you hummed. isagi was ready to BUST at the way you said his name. the amount of strength it took not to barge in, ruin your hard work and make out with you was ooooh... thank god for soccer training and the ability to hold back.

isagi sat there, waiting for you. it was like a ritual for him — taking you out every friday when he had time. if not? he'd make up for it one way or another. fidgeting with his car keys, perking up as he heard the door creak open.

"you're do-" isagi's jaw dropped when he saw you. the beautiful, red satin dress... the colour complimented you so well, matched so damn lovely with your make-up. the way the dress framed your curves perfectly.

"you just keep getting more and more beautiful each time i look at you, don't you?" he muttered, still sitting in absolute astonishment. the blue-eyed boy then fell to his knees.

"yoichi, your suit-" you'd worriedly gasp out. "ah, hush. i have to worship my gorgeous girlfriend. i don't care how expensive this suit was, i'll just buy another one. you however.." he'd praise.

you stared at his kneeling figure, no kidding this guy was turning into a tomato. not out of embarrassment or humiliation, but out of the sheer admiration. like oooh lord, this guy could not keep it in his pants.

he was so captivated by your appearance he did not notice the slit in your dress. he then caught glimpse of your thigh. when i tell you he felt like a victorian man being shown a woman's ankle, i mean he FELT the ancestry of a british man.. which is funny because he's japanese, but that's the chokehold you got on him. he closed his eyes, whispering how much you were a blessing...

"you're so cute, yoi," you'd laugh, thinking nothing of it. if only you saw yourself through his eyes, you’d understand the hold you had on him. i mean, you knew you're hot, but in his eyes?? literal HEAVEN sent. it felt like ecstasy looking at you.

taking your hand in his arm, you both walked towards his car. opening the door for you, he whispered, "promise me something tonight, [name]."

looking at him with those beautiful eyes, "sure, what is it yoichi?" you asked. getting into the driver's seat he basically pleaded, "please let me show you how much of a chokehold you have on me tonight, pleaaase... you're like the collar on my neck oh my gosh. i need your hands on my neck."

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

written specifically for my love : @kxsagi

a/n: hey so the plot is so messy i cam eup with this at like idk 3am... the creative juices flow early in the morning i guess.. are we even surprised this fic isn't proofread.. do i ever proofread... decisions.. decisions... anyways i hope you enjoyed.. dude i literally cannot write anyone but kaiser #itssoover dude i swear kaiser actually has dominated my life, halfway writing i started writing KAISER. KAISER..? this is not a kaiser fic isa also i might be in my active era aaaa

[yonch]

it's been 15 years and you can see better than ever

(design notes under the cut) (there are spoilers)

ok this got really long. here you go

sif:

ditched the cloak. it was collecting dust in their closet until recently, but they realized they don't need to cling to their grief so much anymore. someone else will need it more soon.

ditched the eyepatch. the prosthetic eye is a labor of love designed by isa, as is literally everything else they're wearing.

they cut their bangs finally and started braiding their hair back so it wouldn't obscure their vision as much anymore.

they like darker/tighter clothing and prefer function over form but unfortunately their gay ass boyfriend keeps treating them like a dress up doll so they're stuck wearing waistcoats and a fancy cloak. (they don't mind. it's designed to look like loop.) they keep flowers in their many pockets to give to people.

they're a woodworker in their free time. they don't usually talk about being any sort of savior so he just becomes sif the guy who's really good at carving birthday presents for people and also tags along with isa to charity parties and fundraisers

41 year old 5'1" they/he absolutely zero intention of Changing. bonded to isabeau. they adopted a kid who leo or i might post about some other time i think. her name is estelle.

isa: i'm not taking credit for the design that's by my friend @fembard /@leoweooo. i'll include his design notes

isa dresses mostly for comfort, he doesn't like wearing stuff that might get stained or ruined when he's dyeing clothes or chasing stelle around in the mud or something, all his fashion sense goes into his handiwork

he Changed a few more times over the 15yrs, eventually settled. picked up she/her pronouns again on the side but was never really able to ditch the name isabeau and he kinda ran out of names anyways...

kept the long hair, kept a few inches in height, very happy to fulfill the role of male (space) wife

can't ditch the kimono jacket it's the piece de resistance. odile influence and Wisening Of Age means its made with a little more knowledge of ka buan technique but still very clearly an Isa Design. the fabric is imported silk sif!!!!!!

39 year old Tall with a capital T he/she "i swear i'm not a weeaboo i'm just really into ka buan fashion" vaugardian indie clothing designer in your area help support this man in his attempts to use his family members as living advertisements for his brand

mira: with design input from @jastertown thank you my friend

i took a lot of inspiration for the sparkly, sheer fabric on her dress from euphrasie. she's not head housemaiden yet because she doesn't feel like she's ready but everybody knows it'll be her

speaking of inspiration. she's been taking a lot of fashion cues from a certain lady in dormont that she thought was kind of scary, but it turns out she's very nice? they're besties now.

she got rid of the earrings for a little bit but then she realized she just liked how they look on her. so now they go ding ding! it's for her and nobody else, and that's how she likes it.

moved her ornaments to her skirt because they ding ding more often there. her necklace also jingles with merriment.

38 year old she/her advanced cisgender+ legend who's realizing that people are trying to get her to be the pope but all she really wants to do is write yaoibait fiction that looks like it came straight off of ao3

odile:

my glorious hag. she started shrinking about 3 years ago. all those years of bending over books has finally caught up to her. her hips are fuuuuuucked. but she has a sick cane that sif carved for her so everything's okay

she was already pretty comfortable and settled in her sense of style when she was nearing 50 so i don't think she would change much. darker clothing maybe. ditched the high-waisted pants for some looser slacks.

she's started writing a familytale of her own. the only person she's told about it is bonbon, who caught her up way past their bedtime, and scribbled all over one of the pages. she'll pass it on to sif when the time's right, after she's written down everything she can remember about their family.

64 year old she/her wasian researcher recovering from hernia surgery who's getting really into things like "political activism" and "body craft law reformation in ka bue" and "making sure people aren't sourcing their hrt from back alleys"

bonnie:

prefers to go by boniface these days. it's cooler. more mature. please stop calling me bonbon that's a nickname from when i was 10 guys c'mon guys ugh fine frin you can still call me bonbon but not around my girlfriends ok (nobody calls them boniface except for odile)

speaking of which they have 3 butch lesbian girlfriends. this got established as a joke but i think they have it in them. they're still young!!!!!!! they should be at the club!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

they traveled for a while with everybody but eventually settled down back in bambouche to start a little family owned restaurant with nille featuring dishes from all over the globe. people travel from all over to get a taste of boniface's good eats... bambouche is bustling. (they have a few recipes that are sourced from the country. they meet people every once in a while who find something achingly familiar about it, and they usually direct those people to jouvente to get in contact with frin.)

26 year old they/them "i dont know how tall i am but i'm taller than za" chef cooker whose restaurant keeps lighting on fire because this time i swear nille i can figure out how to do cooking craft i swear i wont explode the kitchen this time please i promise

loop:

ok. this is where lozy gets to just talk about what he thinks happens post game. i think they stick around for way longer than they really should and follow the crew around on their travels (mostly invisibly) because they're sooo fucking scared of change they're sooo scared and they're so scared of their wish fucking up beyond belief. they're kind of incapable of aging or dying in this body and theyre like permanently 26 which is what spurs them to finally move on.

i think they go back to their timeline eventually after making a Brand New Wish to "go back to their real family." alas the universe leads and we can only follow. and it turns out loop has actually made a real family in stardust's world also. this is my justification for why they can pop in between sasasap and isat worlds without much repercussion. i think they're always permanently loop shaped in isat but i imagine they can probably go back to their original body in their home timeline... might design that later. who knows. i'm fucked like that

i just think they deserve a chance for their own happy ending you know. isat's a game about how it's never too late to communicate and how you shouldn't punish yourself forever and ever. and i think theyve punished themself enough you know.

ok tank you for reading if you read this far. it's really big and long so i would understand if you didn't. but i hope you liked it. thoughts appreciated. here's a little something for the people who read all the way through.

[kuro-is-doodlin]

It happens

It's such a rush today! You believe it's been a while since you had to run around like that. People keep coming in and out, the flow is just too much. You can hardly keep up, and-

!BONK!

"NYA!"

The counter welcomes your side with a big, biiiig hug. It made you do the noise! The noise you hate! Ugh!

You stumble a little and fall back, leaning against the back wall.

"Mgrjfjtkgk.... Blind spot..."

Some customers ask if you're okay, you wave your hand in a "Yeah, I need a minute" manner but..you feel your head get warm, and your hearing get a bit worse. Soon, the familiar buzzing joins the party. You know all too well that's about to happen, and it sucks. Maybe you should warn them so they don't freak out? Yeah you should, that would be better. Yeah that's nice. You should-... Huh. That's a weird place in here. It's a dark void, yet it feels so white and blinding. Where even are you? What were you doing by the way? Is this a dream? Probably, you feel like people are talking to you, yet you don't really see or hear anyone. You feel like you're speaking, too, but you don't. You're definitely dreaming. You try to move and.. there's a weird resistance? So you try harder! You frantically move your left hand, the right just a little, but now they won't stop! What even is that dream? Is it a dream? Or are you dead? Wait could you be? Because of what?

rin....

No you're definitely alive, you're just too cozy in your bed. Speaking of that, you'll probably have to wake up soon and go to work. Urgh..

ove a-ay!

Oh haha, weird.. You see the floor. Did you fall asleep in a random store or something? Oh wait that's bad. People are gonna think you're so weird! Why are you even sleeping here?? You have to say something! You.. can't really speak?

come on buddy..

Woah... Your legs are in the air... Some lady is holding them, you swear you know her...

Give them some space!•

"Mmh..."

•There we go... Welcome back.•

Oh right... It happened.

"Woah, I was gone there for a second. Heh, sorry. I'm okay no need to worry. Just a harmless faint, happens when I fall down."

|Sif are you alright??|

•They said they were. Probably had a vasovagal syncope, my neighbor used to do that. You had a couple of spasm too, does it usually happen?•

"Yyep... That's the funny word. Thanks for the legs. I'm good now."

She let go of your legs, and you slowly sit back up, taking your time to totally clear your mind on the floor. You see your boss on the side, looking over with a worried eye as he helps your colleagues with the unfinished orders.

"Also the jitters are occasional but they're never a problem."

That was quite a scene you just did, huh?

•Alright, if everything's fine... Move away people, there's nothing to see.•

She gives a bad eye around, and return to her seat. That's why she was familiar ! Every time she comes, she always chose the same spot, a calm corner, a bit further away from everyone. You never really talked but you are always so curious about what she's about. Turns out she's nice! Probably.

|Can you get up?...|

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Thanks Isa."

You smile as he offers his arm. You gladly accept it and hold on to it, getting up.

"Ow... Right. That'll leave a bruise alright."

±Go get some rest, I will handle it for a couple of minutes..±

Huh... Well that's nice of him. Your boss is always so.. distant and cold. But he has a weird dad vibe to him. You will never tell but.. you kinda like him.

"Thank you Keith. I'll take a few minutes."

±You are welcome.±

With Isabeau helping you move, you sink into one of the sofa, letting out a heavy sigh. A little bit of snoozing wouldn't hurt.

|I'll keep an eye out for your boss, have a nice rest Sif.|

"Mhm, thanks Isa.."

[mins-fins]

❝ is this gonna get me on an episode of buzzfeed unsolved? ❞

in which . . . when your paired with an admittedly cute scaredy-cat in an online horror game, you opt to get to know him, even if it transpires in a seemingly chaotic manner. you just simply have to hope that park jisung is also a good detective, because if you don't figure out the identity of your now rising stalker, you both might just end up on episode of buzzfeed unsolved.

❝ buzzfeed unsolved ended three years ago.. ❞ ❝ allow me some hope, park. ❞

👻 content . . . park jisung x male!reader, social media au + written chapters, mainly streamer au bullshit, loosely mentioned university au but the main leads are literally dropouts, strangers to lovers, love at first sight kinda, fluff, surprising guest appearance from angst, humor, reader has a lowkey creepy stalker subplot, buzzfeed unsolved references, wish of epex as yn's face claim

👻 warnings . . . swearing, explicit language, sexual jokes, kys/kms jokes, repetitive humor, buzzfeed unsolved references, isa still lowkey not knowing how streaming works, stalking, many threats against the wellbeing of our main leads, mentions of blood, haechan, the danger kinda gets serious, i'll put warnings in chapters if needed

this series is currently . . . updated sporadically

profiles . . . 2015 exo pic | jwi shooters

table of contents . . .

001. we'll die holding hands <3

002. worlds silliest meet-cute

003. haechan's get rich quick scheme

004. my little alien boyfriend ❤️

005. the l word saga

006. BUZZFEED AM I GAY/!-&/!/?????

007. this happened at my parents divorce 😭😭😭

008. battle of the oomfs

009. that 3 second character development bs

010. your exo bias ISNT sehun 🤨??

011. my lemon pecan pie 💖

012. stalker core ☺️

013. this happened in banana fish 😭😭😭

014. edating officialness

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[octoberautumnbox]

Yasss, time has come for more Yuri fics, looking forward to a Yuri ult stan :>

Thing with Yuri is, you can never know what to expect next. One moment she's a fluffy puppy cuddling with you then the next she's got you in her grip edging you all day. Just a crazy switch brat. Though that's why I fell hard for her

Enjoy

IZ*ONE/Soloist Jo Yuri & Male Reader

Word count: 2882

Categories/warnings: smut, alcohol, implied violence & blood, very slight dubcon, blowjob, handjob, breast play, cowgirl, kiss-and-fuck, only a little bit rough, okay maybe a tiny bit more rough. 

a/n: got way too into the setup im so sorry ill put a marker down there for the actual smut. also big thank you to @iznsfw for the pic ive been looking for this forever. lastly not proofread nor beta’d bc i still haven’t reached out to anyone seriously for writing tips and stuff yet aaaa

Everyone said Yuri was a good person: all sweet-looking, nice to everyone, takes a joke just as well as the next girl. Wouldn't hurt a fly even if she wanted to. There was something about her though; you couldn't place exactly what, but you were convinced nobody was that naturally sweet. Something was up with her.

It's a good thing then that she wasn't anyone particularly important. Jo Yuri was just another person that you'd never needed to talk to in the six months since class began. It was easy enough to ignore her, and ignore her you did. 

"You've been cooped up for way too long. Come on, 8 pm. Round of drinks on me if you show. Leave right after if you want. I swear. Just enjoy yourself." Your friend loomed over the table, blocking the light from your copy of 1984. Putting your palm on the top of his head, you closed your grip around a handful of his hair and pulled his head to where your book was sufficiently illuminated. "I'll think about it," you mutter before looking back to the yellowing paper. "Ryujin will be there too." Your friend occupied the seat next to you, rubbing his head where you grabbed. "And her friends. Isa, Minjeong, that cutie from ours you hate so fucking much," he says with a smirk, as if it was the checkmate that would make you drop everything and go. "Didn't take her to be into that type of thing," you say without looking up, "Ryujin, sure, but – what's her name? Yuri? – Feels like she just couldn't say no." He shrugs. "Maybe. What matters in the end is she'll be there, she's single, and she's got a hell of a rack." "Fucking perv. Anyway, I'll think about it." He smirks at you again. "Not because of Yuri, god dammit."

~~~

You shut your laptop and stretch. You rub your eyes for a good minute before wiping away the fatigue to find your clock striking 7. You stare at it, as if intimidating it to go faster and faster to past 8 pm so you wouldn't have to go. Defeatedly, and with regret already seeping into your mind, you get up from your chair and grab a towel. 

~~~

“Hey, long time no fucking see!” Ryujin swings her arm around your shoulders and spills half her drink onto the floor. “Hey, Ryu. Glad to see you're already half-shitfaced this early into the night.” “Fuck you. By the way, meet Isa,” she says as she drags you towards one of the booths. “We've met. Hi, Isa.” She waves and downs a shot of gin. “Who convinced you to come all the way out here?” Isa slams the shot glass onto the wooden table, nearly cracking it and probably denting the wood. “Ah, also shitfaced. I was just free, that's all. Nice to see you again.” She waves again before burying her face in her hands. You drop Ryujin onto an open space in the seats before heading for the bar.

“There he is! Fuck you, man. Stay a little!” Your friend turns around and yells, “Round of drinks on me!” The bar roars with cheers as you take a seat on one of the stools. “Glad you could make it, dude! It’s been forever! Hey, enjoy yourself. See any chicks you like? Maybe enjoy someone else too?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you obnoxiously. Thinking he’d be distracted within the next five seconds, you mutter to the bartender an order of a bottle of beer. Just then, you watch as your friend is approached by another guy, talked to a little, and then dragged off in a semi-drunk daze away to some other group. 

“Three margaritas, please.” You turn around to the stool on the other side of you. “Oh, you’re in my class, right? I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. I’m Yuri,” she says with the cutest smile you’ve ever seen. The bartender places her three drinks on the counter and pops the cap off your own before setting it in front of you as well. “Right, I like your top,” gesturing to a little chain by the neckline. “Do you need help carrying those, by any chance? Or are all three of them for you?” She chuckles shyly. “Would you mind giving me a hand bringing these over to the booth with Isa and Ryujin over there?” 

~~~

Your phone reads 11:00 pm. Ryujin’s face is practically glued to the table, and Isa continues mumbling into her palms about her teddy bears wondering why she hasn’t come home yet. Your friend is sitting next to and has his arm around Ryujin, and you can guess where his free hand is. Knowing you’ve drunk a few yourself, you get up and walk cautiously yet in no straight line towards the toilets. After doing your business, you wash your hands and leave. On the way out of the bathroom, you set your mind to wake up Ryujin and offer to see her and Isa home. 

As you make your way back to the booth, you find a pair of guys huddled by a corner. You see between them a familiar figure. In your daze you fight to recall why it’s something you can recall, and then it hits you. The glint of the chain on her neckline catches your eye and you walk over to them, for the second time regret seeping into your mind before anything even happens. You’re way too drunk, you think to yourself. Whatever happens next is a bad idea, but you steel your resolve that it has to happen.

“Oh, Oppa!” She turns both guys’ attention to you, and they start throwing you dirty looks. “Hey, come on. Everyone’s drunk, we’d better go.” You make for her wrist, but one of the guys pushes you back. You notice the other guy has his hand on her shoulder, keeping her against the wall. “Why don’t you look after your friends, and we’ll look after her?” “Don’t make me do this,” you quip as you take a step forward again. After hearing them chuckle, the alcohol takes over you, your vision flashes, and finally fades to red. The last thing you remember is swinging high and kicking low.

~~~

You slowly come to, raising your head from the headrest. A stinging pain and a cold touch on the corner of your mouth greet you as your vision stabilizes from quadruple, to triple, and to double, before settling your focus on a bottle of antiseptic solution on the coffee table in front of you. Immediately, you shut your eyes as tight as they can go, deciding wherever you are is too bright, and deciding that the pain on your temple and across your forehead has something to do with how hard you’re shutting your eyes. 

“You didn’t have to do that. I was just about to leave.” You hear pieces of ice clink against each other as the cold touch moves to your forehead. “Hi, Yuri. They didn't do much worse to you did they?” “No,” she says in a relieved tone, “you saved me. It was a lot to take in honestly, but they’re worse off than you are. Thank you.” The cold spot again moves to the corner of your mouth. 

You struggle your eyes open and find her right up in your face, inspecting what you think is a wound by your eyebrow. She notices you staring at her and she backs off quickly. “Sorry… That one looked pretty bad.” “Thanks for looking after me. Where are we?” You try to sit up, only to be forced back down by a number of painful spots all over your back and torso. “You fought them, they fought back,” she pushes you down firmly onto the sofa and brings the ice bag back onto your face, “you won. We got back to the booth, and you made me call a taxi. You carried Isa-unnie and Ryujin into the taxi,” she hands you a glass of water, which you begin sipping, “and I got the other oppa. We dropped off Isa-unnie, then your friend. You wouldn’t tell me where to drop you off,” she takes the empty glass, “so I had no choice but to bring you here. Ryujin is upstairs in her room.” 

You sit up more comfortably. “Thanks, Yuri. I owe you one.” You check the time, and find it’s 2:00 am. “Sorry for intruding so late. I should go–” “You’re…” she interrupts. “You're in no condition to go home alone. Spend the night. Please?” She looks at you with a pair of puppy dog eyes and flashes a heart with her hands to you. “I… Thank you.” You lay back onto the sofa, the fatigue you didn’t know you had overwhelming you into oblivion.

~~~

(smut starts here)

You open your eyes slowly, taking advantage of the darkness.The first thing you notice are the closed pink curtains, and next is the fluffy scent of baby powder and fresh shampoo. You continue trying to get your bearings, and an immense wave of pleasure shoots up your spine. You look down and see Yuri licking your dick up and down, savoring each stroke of her tongue and letting her spit cover every inch. 

You place a hand on her nape, and she looks up at you. “Oh, good morning. Am I doing this right, Oppa?” She takes another long drag of her tongue from the base to your tip, causing you to moan lightly. “I’w thake that ash a yesh,” she mumbles as she places the head of your cock onto her tongue. “Yuri, what are you…” She takes half your length into her mouth and hollows out her cheeks to suck you off. She releases your dick with a pop, “I feel like I haven’t thanked you enough for last night. Call it even?” She smiles as innocently as can be, and then takes your cock into her mouth again. “Please tell me if you feel uncomfortable, I’ll stop if you want…” “Keep going, baby.” She blushes at the sudden use of her pet name, but returns to her work of thanking you much more profusely than you ever imagined. 

As she continues sucking you off, you snake your hand towards her nightgown and onto her left breast. You ease back into the bed and fondle her through the smooth fabric, earning her own little moans vibrating through her throat and onto your shaft. She lets go of your cock once again, and pulls the straps of her gown off her shoulders. She pulls the smooth dress down, exposing a cute and perky pair of breasts. “Please ogle me a lot, Oppa…” She grabs your shaft again with one hand and makes long and slow strokes up and down your entire length. With her other hand, she takes yours and places it onto her left breast. “Just enjoy… Just enjoy me.” 

“Jack me off faster, baby,” you command her, and she moans slightly at the name again. She goes faster and her grip grows just a bit tighter. She maintains eye contact with you as best as she can despite you pinching her hardening pink nipples, drawing her to close her eyes and let her head lull back. You motion for her to use her mouth again and she obeys immediately, bending over to your dick and granting you easier reach to fondle her other breast. You pay special attention to how she likes her nipples played with, tracing circles along her areolas before taking her nubs between your index finger and thumb to squeeze and tug. In return, she grows a bit more careless with her blowjob, letting her mouth leak more and more saliva, as well as taking in more and more of your length before finally hitting the back of her throat. You accidentally tug on her boobs a bit harder, causing her to moan onto the tip of your dick. You start feeling guilty when she starts sliding your cock out of her mouth, but as you get ready to apologize she lifts up the bottom hem of her nightgown, showing you her clean shaven pussy. She gathers her whole gown into one bunch by her waist before pulling it over her head to leave herself completely naked for you. 

“Please tell me you like me, Oppa…” She pleads slowly and carefully, while bringing your hands to her chest once again. You relish on the warmth and softness of her breasts that you only realize she’s already straddled you and has started stroking your cock again. “Tell me… I want to hear you say it, please.” “You’re so,” she gives you one rapid stroke, “fucking,” she moans as you fondle her more roughly, “hot,” she forces herself to look straight into your eyes again, “Jo Yuri.” She speeds up her handjob, finding it harder and harder to maintain her eye contact in favor of shutting her eyes and letting the pleasure overtake her. “I’m close.” She strokes you rapidly, noticing how your legs are starting to shake, her gaze growing more intense, her squeezing you tighter, your moans getting louder, your grip on her boobs getting rougher and rougher and rougher, until–

She lets go just as you’re about to cum, “Oppa… did you cum?” “Not yet, baby, why’d you stop?” You groan disappointedly at her. “I’m sorry… It’s just… you have to enjoy me more.” She brings her soaked pussy above your cock and rubs the tip all over her lower lips, smearing your precum and her slick together on her hot cunt. You groan again, and she gets the message. Bit by bit, she sinks herself down onto your dick, relishing in the sensation of a huge and girthy cock filling her up. You accidentally squeeze her soft tits too hard again, and with an apologetic harsh tug on both her nipples downward, she abruptly slams herself down onto your waist, taking in your cock to the hilt. You feel every inch of your dick being squeezed by her pussy and soaked with her love juices, and at the end of it you feel your tip prod against what must be her cervix. 

“Never got my toy this deep into me before. Do you like it, Oppa? Does my slutty little fuckhole make you feel good?” She grins evilly at you as she leans forward for a kiss. You barely process her amazingly naughty words before she starts riding you, lifting herself up until only your tip remains in her, before slamming herself down again, taking your entire length into herself. You relish how her cunt clenches around you so lovingly, how tight she is that there’s no way this doesn’t hurt her, how loud she moans while you feel your cock quickly entering and exiting her pussy. 

She plants her elbows on either side of your head and cradles your face right in front of her bouncing chest. You take her right nipple into your mouth and she moans all the more loudly, rides you all the more violently. Your right hand grabs her left breast, fondling it the way that drives her crazy, and your last free hand gripping her ass as a hold to guide her up and down your cock. “Yuri,” you mumble with her nipple between your teeth, “I’m close again…” She rides you harder and you find it more difficult holding it in. You pray she lets you cum this time, calling upon a God you once knew, but also you pray that she lets you pull out first. Or not. As long as you cum. 

You begin sucking more harshly, and she responds by riding you faster; she grinds on your dick and drags your cock over every inch of her warm, wet walls. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, aching for her own release as well. Your grip on her ass tightens too, so much so that her cheeks spill out between your fingers as you pull her closer and pump into her as deep as you humanly can. 

You must’ve hit every last one of her good spots. A scream tears through her throat as she lifts herself off of you. Her cum sprays all over your waist, your cock, her bedsheets, and she even has the indecency to rub her clit all throughout, causing more and more of her cum to spray everywhere. You watch her through her climax, admiring the way her thighs jiggle with every jerk of her hips, the way her nipples stand erect on top of her bouncing boobs, the way her face contorts with an ungodly amount of pleasure she’s never experienced in her life. She falls forward, pressing her still-leaking cunt on your dick, and her breasts onto your chest as she heaves deep breaths through what should be a now-bruised throat. In a raspy yet sweet voice, she asks, “Was it good, Oppa? Did you like the feeling of pounding your horny pleasure girl’s tight little cunt?” She snuggles into your neck and plants little kisses along your jawline. “I haven’t cum yet, baby…” you admit quietly and out of breath. “Oh? That’s fine, Oppa. It just means you can enjoy me more.”

a/n: whoa that was way longer than I ever thought I could write at this point. all of that just this afternoon and only in response to the ask lol. this wasnt in my WIPs tbh and it was just a random BFH that accidentally took me... five hours to write? again im glad how it turned out thanks for reading all this youre awesome

[oliviablancmom]

"Pedriiii - Part II"

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x singlemom!Oc

Theme: fluff, angst

N/A: And here is part two, I hope it lives up to your expectations. I would like to thank each like, comment, reblog, and ask about this imagine. I'm happy that you liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and I love seeing your reactions. Again, this chapter turned out huge, but I needed every part to make sense. I hope you enjoy it and fall a little more in love with these three.

Warnings: Men being inconvenient in this chapter, people making a child cry.

Pedri was in a mood; he was training alone in the academy because Gavi did him a favor by opening up to the entire team about his meeting with the woman from the nightclub, who turns out to work for Barça. And now all of the guys were messing with him, especially after Gavi spilled about the ring that was shining on her finger. Seriously, Gavi needs to return playing ASAP because Pedri can't deal anymore with the boy gossip phase.

"Are you sad today?" The little boy asked the player, taking his attention from the movie he was watching on his iPad. "I can bring M&Ms for us; Mom put some packages in her purse, I think she's sad too," he says pouting.

"I'm fine, buddy, just focused. But why is your mother sad? Did something happen?" Pedri asked curiously. In one of the many conversations he had with the little boy, he discovered that the little boy's mother worked for the team, but Pedri hadn't had the opportunity to meet her yet.

"I don't know; Father is supposed to take me this week. Then he screams at her and then at me, and they fight." Pedri swallows the knot in his throat as he sees the little boy's eyes watering; something hurts inside him for seeing the little boy like that.

"You know, those M&M's we were craving for, we finally get to have them," he says in an attempt to cheer up the little boy.

"No way, for real??" He jumped excitedly, and Pedri smiled at him.

"I swear. I'm going with Gavi after the training to get them." Pedri fixed the cap on Axel's head.

"You guys aren't going to eat them without me, right?" He pointed the finger at Pedri, trying to make an angry face.

"What, of course not? I'll bring them for you tomorrow, and also, I wouldn't eat them with Gavi; I'm angry at him," Pedri says as he starts to get his things ready to leave the academy.

"Why?" Axel asks curiously.

"Because he has a big mouth," the boy gasped, looking at Pedri.

"So he would eat everything," Axel says, worried, and Pedri laughs at his reaction.

"Yeah, something like that, buddy."

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"Axel, I swear, it's been days since the last time I gave you candy; you shouldn't be this energetic," Isa asked as she watched her child jump from one chair to another. The boy stops, with a little smile on his face, and then back to his jumping games. Isa looks suspiciously at her child.

"Axel..." She calls, getting close to the boy. "You didn't eat any candy, right?" She holds the boy, stopping him from jumping anymore. He looks at her, his head tilts to the side, and a mischievous smile emerges on his little face, the dimples in his cheeks showing up. "Axel Harver," she says unbelievably as she starts to tickle him, his laughs getting louder and louder.

"Mom, stop. Please stoooop, Moooommy." She lets him go, letting him catch his breath.

"Little boy, little boy. I already told your grandfather not to give you too many candies." She kisses his head.

"It was for my friend; I couldn't let him eat alone," the boy said simply, and she smiled at him. Sometimes she couldn't believe how smart he was for his young age.

"No, you couldn't," she smiles, looking at the time on her watch; it was time to go home.

"Get your things; it's time for us to go home." The little boy ran to get his bag.

"Can we stop by Pops?" He asked excitedly.

"Of course, it's been two days since the last time you saw him; you guys are probably getting sick already," she says ironically at the boy, who had his grandfather on his little finger.

"He says that I could start Barça school after my birthday, so I'll be a La Masia boy, mom." The boy says excitedly as they walk towards the parking lot. He and his grandfather had been planning that moment for over a year; the excitement of both was evident. Honestly, Isa was still insecure about the idea of him wanting to be a player; she was too jealous for that, and modestly aside, her son was adorable, he would definitely get some attention. "You think I could play with my friend?" She looks down at her son.

"Well, probably, he's going to Barça school too?" She asked, as she had heard more than once about this friend of his.

"No, in the first team," he says simply. She looks confused at him.

"Well, I think it would take time for you both to be there; maybe you even change your mind about being a player." Her boy made a disgusted face.

"Axel, you are having so much attitude lately."

"But he's already there," he ignores what she is saying. She stops, looking at him.

"Wait, in the first team? Your friend?" The boy nodded happily. "The friend you spend the day with?" He nodded again, as his little eyes focused on something behind her.

"Are you befriending the players?" She asks, but she doesn't get his attention, as he seems to focus on the thing behind her before she can turn to see what he's looking at. He snaps out of his trance.

"Pedriiii!" he screams, and he runs away from her. She was pretty sure that her eyes were going to pop out as she heard the name. She then turned to see where her boy was going, catching a glimpse of him jumping excitedly into the player's arms.

"You've got to be kidding me," she says to herself.

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"That friend of Aurora's is really into you," Gavi says to Pedri, who rolls his eyes. "You should give her a chance."

"I'm not interested; she's not my type." Gavi smiled wide at his friend, ready to comment, but was cut off by the boy who jumped at Pedri.

"Hi Pedri, hi Gavi." The little boy high-fived the two players.

"Hey little guy, no Gavi shirts today?" Gavi asked, getting an eye roll from Pedri.

"No. My mother said I should wear other clothes from time to time," he says with a sad smile, receiving a laugh from both players. "Are you going to get my candy?"

"Yes, I will. Are you here alone?" Pedri asked worriedly. He was used to meeting the boy alone inside the training center or the stadium, but the thought of the little boy running alone by the parking lot gave him shivers.

"Nooo, with mommy, Silly," he says, laughing as if Pedri had told him the funniest joke. Before Pedri could look around to search for the child's mother, his senses were clouded by the familiar scent of perfume that had been stuck in his mind for the past few days.

"Axel, what have I told you about running away from me like that? You can't let go of my hand on the street," the woman said in a sweet yet reprimanding voice.

"I know, Mom, but I had to talk to my friend," the little boy says in an even sweeter voice as he hugs the woman's legs. Pedri was absorbed in their interaction, while the woman's eyes stared at him. He simply couldn't believe it.

"Hi, Isa. Cute kid you have; now I can see the similarities," Gavi was the one to break the silence.

"Thanks, Pablo; he is the cutest." Pedri saw her eyes shine proudly as she looked at the boy, and honestly, Pedri felt dizzy.

"Hey, Pedri. I need to take my mother home and take her to a place," Gavi calls for Pedri.

"Ok, Let's Go! Bye Axel," Pedri wave a quick good bye to the little one, ignoring his mother.

"NO! You can't come, it's personal," Gavi says almost desperately, getting an intrigued look from Pedri.

"Gavira, I spent months taking you to every place; you owe me," Pedri says feeling annoyed as he watches his teammate head to his car.

"Sorry, brother. Ask one of the boys."

"We can take you!" The little voice says behind him. "Right mom, right? We can take him, pleeeease, we can take him, riiiiight?" He says as he jumps, pushing his mother's blazer, whose face was getting red.

"I don't know, we are going to Pops, and he probably doesn't want it."

"Of course he wants," Gavi says almost screaming.

"Aren't you leaving?" The three ask at the same time to the youngest, who looks amused as he gets in his car, leaving the parking lot.

"So you're coming with us, right? Right, mommy?" The woman only nodded, taking the kid in her arms and heading to her car. Pedri follows right beside them; he watches as she puts the little boy in the car seat.

"Axel, stop moving," she murmurs at the chatty boy. Once she finishes fixing it, she takes a step back, expecting to close the door, but ends up bumping into Pedri, who was holding the door. With a push, he closes the door, trapping Isa between him and the car. He takes a breath watching her beautiful face, but then he remembers something that was bugging his mind.

"Is your husband coming with us?" He says in a hushed tone just for her to hear. She opens her mouth to reply but nothing comes out; she brushes past Pedri and gets into the car. Pedri runs his hands through his face; he would kill Gavira.

"Aren't you getting in? We are late," she says annoyingly after rolling down the car window. Pedri grumbles and heads for the passenger door.

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There was so much tension inside the car, of course imperceptible to the little one who chatted incessantly in the back seat, telling things to his mother, asking questions to Pedri, and singing along to the songs playing on the radio. Despite the many conversations he had with the little one, Pedri hadn't realized how talkative he was; perhaps the presence of the other players made him feel shy. Pedri returned to his conversations with the boy, noticing the mannerisms he had and now could see how much he resembled his mother: the sweet way of speaking, the sweet and welcomed smile, the dimples on his cheeks when he smiled. Pedri was feeling something strange; the presence of the woman clouded his feelings.

"Pedriiiii," Axel's voice snapped his attention back. Pedri turned in his seat to face the younger one.

"Yes, buddy?"

"Mommy is talking to you." The child pointed to the woman driving. Pedri redirected his focus to her, who glanced at him briefly before returning her attention to the road.

"You didn't tell us your address," she said calmly, the velvety tone of her voice sending shivers down Pedri's spine.

"Um, actually, you can drop me off at this store downtown," he showed her the address. "My brother will pick me up there."

"We can drop you home."

"No, I don't want to cause you any trouble," he couldn't help the sharpness in his tone, and he saw the woman wince and just murmur a little and almost inaudible 'ok'.

After a few minutes, they arrived at the candy store.

"Wait here for a minute," he told the woman, hurrying out of the car as quickly as he could to retrieve his order from the store.

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"Oh my God, he's really going to get them," Isa looked at the back seat, seeing her son looking outside where the player walked towards a store, a fascinated look on his face.

"What, Axel?" She asked curiously, not used to Axel admiring someone else like that; normally, he was a shy child around strangers.

"Our candies," he said excitedly. "The ones we wanted but couldn't find, with different flavors."

"Did you ask him?" She turned to look at him, trying not to sound like she was reprimanding him.

"No, he wanted them too. And since I'm his friend, he's going to share them with me, because he likes me, Mom, he really likes me." Isa felt her throat tighten, and her eyes filled with tears. Words could hurt, especially when said to a child. She didn't know what to say to him, but the little boy's excitement comforted her heart.

"Here, buddy, we finally got them," the player gets into the car, snapping Isa out of her thoughts; she silently watches their interaction and how happy her son is. "Are you taking them to practice tomorrow?" Pedri asked as he stroked the child's cheek.

"YEEEEES!" Axel shouted excitedly.

"Alright, see you tomorrow then!" He said smiling at the little boy and then turned to the woman beside him. "Thanks for the ride."

"Thank you for this," she said honestly. "You have no idea what this means." The player furrowed his brows in confusion and then exited the car.

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The feeling of returning to training with the rest of the team was a great relief, especially when there was the possibility of returning to play soon. Pedri felt ready; the medical department had already cleared him to drive, but they still wanted to postpone his return to the fields. And as eager as he was, he wanted to follow the guidance of the professionals. But still, knowing that he could return to playing soon gave him extra motivation in his recovery.

Pedri was eager to share the news with his little friend, who longed for his return even more than he did himself, but it had been almost a week since the last time he saw the boy. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he missed the boy running to meet him after training. He thought about asking about him to the boy's mother, but every time he saw her, the ring gleamed on her finger. Pedri didn't want to make a big deal out of it; after all, it was a one-night stand, but he couldn't deny that he was affected. The remnants of that night were vivid in his mind, and knowing that the woman was committed spoiled the images for him.

"You know, for someone who wants to seem indifferent, you're terrible at hiding it," Gavi whispers beside him as they watch the woman approaching with the film crew.

"Hello, boys," she says with a sweet smile.

"Hello, Isa," Gavi greets excitedly and nudges his friend to do the same, but Pedri just nods slightly, which seems to frustrate the woman. She kept her gaze on the player's face, reading every detail as if searching for an opening to say something.

"Here are your lines," she says after a few minutes of silence, handing over the cue cards with the ready-made phrases they needed to record for the Barça One promotion. "It'll be quick," she says, moving behind the man handling the camera, and soon the rest of the crew went to prepare the players.

Gavi was the first to record, while Pedri amused himself watching. Gavi hated these kinds of activities, so something that could normally be quick ended up taking longer because of him. Pedri's attention is stolen when his eyes fall on the woman, who is watching the recordings while making some notes in a notebook and speaking to the cameraman. As if sensing Pedri's eyes, she turns to face him and then walks slowly towards him, stopping by his side.

"You said you didn't know who I was that night," the player says quietly so only the woman can hear him. She looked back at him, her confidence in facing him as if challenging him bringing back memories.

"Are you talking to me now?" She asks in an ironic tone. "And I never said I didn't know who you were, I just said I didn't care," she says convincingly, and there it was, the sharp tongue and tone from that night, the player thought.

"That's not how it seemed, just like the part about being married," Pedri smiles proudly having retorted in the same tone, but the woman's furious look makes the smile disappear.

"It's not like that, and if you didn't keep avoiding me every time I show up, you'd know," she turns her attention back to Gavi's recording.

"You just had to say 'Hey, I have a husband,' it's not that hard," he says as he moves away from her."

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Isa didn't want to go out that night, in weeks like that she gets in a terrible mood, there were right and wrong days, and that was a wrong one. But her work friends were eager for a night out , and they kept saying how good it would be for her since she was an ocean of anxiety. So there she was, sitting in the bar watching her friends dancing excitedly, she didn't want to go dance, not yet at least, she still wasn't feeling at her best to enjoy the night like that.

"Hey doll, can I buy you a drink?" A man comes to her side, she looks at him uninterested.

"No, thanks," she says simply, backing at watching her friends.

"C'mon, it's just a drink." He holds her arm getting close to her face.

"I don't want it." she says firmly.

"Oh, don't play hard to get," he touched her hair. "you are too pretty to be here alone." He insisted with a flirtatious smile.

"She's not here alone." The familiar voice cut before she could answer the man. "Take your hands out of my girlfriend" he says in a warning tone, making the woman gasp, Isa looks around to see if there are eyes on them, but for their luck, no one is paying attention.

"You? Her boyfriend? No way." The man laughs looking at Isa. "Aren't him like one of the Barça kids?" Isa saw Pedri's face turning red, and before he could answer she took him by the waist, getting him away from the inconvenient man.

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The moment he saw the woman enter the bar, he just knew that he shouldn't have accepted Ferran's invitation to the nightclub. Because from that moment, his attention were on her, just like the first night. He tried his best to try to look uninterested, he even tried to speak and dance with a girl who was in their VIP area. But his eyes kept stealing glances at the woman, and the moment he saw a man on her side, he made his choice, going right into her.

He didn't have the time to answer the man who called him a kid, he had an answer for that, a good one that Isa herself could confirm, but her hand putting him away was distracting, the power she had over him was driving him crazy.

"Barça would end us, especially me, if I let the image of one of their golden boys get messed up because of some nightclub confusion" Pedri looked at the woman's face, her big brown eyes were soft and just like always, were mapping all his face.

The people around them didn't seem to notice who he was especially how they weren't dancing to the rhythm of the music playing. Pedri's hand was over her waist going up and down, she passed her manicured hand by her hair and the action made the smell of her perfume travel to his nose, automatically he bent down to her neck, smelling her inebriated perfume, like someone addicted. The woman was blinding his senses. He thought that the remaining images of their night, which kept playing as a movie in his mind were just the carnal feeling of a good night, but now he was afraid that it was something more, since the fact that only the idea of watching her gets all his attention, and we're everything about her, literally everything.

"Let's get out of here" she murmurs in his ears.

He didn't answer, he only took her by the hand to get out of the club.

That's how they ended up in the hotel room again, they didn't talk, the actions of the desire were speaking for them, Pedri was tasting every piece of her, like a starving man, like it was the last thing he would do. And deep down he thought that maybe it was the last thing, cause a noise kept ringing in his mind, remember him about the ring on her finger. And that makes him snapped at realization, he took the woman's hand who was holding his hair as if she depended on it, and there was no signal of the commitment. He kisses her hand then her mouth, and then all over her breast. She kept murmuring and saying things he couldn't understand, her face was all messed up because of her red lipstick, and he was sure he had the vestiges in his face too.

"You remember what you said to me that night?" He asked her, her eyes looking at him with such intensity that he felt at his chest. She smiles, her cheeks getting more red.

"That you should stop flirting with me 'cause i was hard to forget." She said with a lazy smile as she kissed his face.

"Well you were right"

"I am always right, I said that too, when you call me an arrogant, knowing-all b*tch."

As Pedri was to answer, the woman's phone rang, she picked it up from the bedside table, and the name "Henry" showed on screen, making Pedri rudely distance himself from her. She rolls her eyes as she answers the call, and soon her face turns pale, Pedri watches her with worry.

"What happened? Baby..." She gets up from the bad, "Do not cry, please, don't cry. Mommy it's going to pick you up, my Axel." Her choked voice and the mention of the name make Pedri stand up and approach the woman, who was trembling nervously.

"Let me talk to someone," she says, Pedri stops in front of her. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH HIM? HE IS JUST A CHILD!" she screamed sterically, her voice full of pain, making Pedri holding her arms, and try to calm her down. "That always happens, every time, he's just a baby, and every time you guys do this to him." She goes silent for a moment, Pedri felt his heart beating so hard that he could hear the thuds echoing in his ears. "I'll go get him" she says firmly, " I don't care how late it is. I'm not leaving my son like this." She ends the call and then throws the phone on the bed, her hands covering her face as she collapses and cries uncontrollably. Pedri embraces her, his chest full of concern for the woman and the little boy.

"Isa, what happened? Is Axel hurt?" he asks.

"I need to go," she says, stepping away from the player.

"I'm coming with you" She pushed Pedri away.

"No, you're not, you don't need to." She says coldly.

"I'm not letting you go anywhere alone, not in this state," he says firmly as he gathers their things around the room. Isa looks at him with apprehension and suspicion. Pedri couldn't understand her action. He holds the door, waiting for her to leave the room, and then she huffs in frustration and follows him outside.

Once in the car, Pedri gives her his hoodie that was in the backseat of his car, as thanks to him, the woman's dress was ruined. He drives to the address she had given him, the journey in complete silence except for the sound of the woman typing incessantly on her phone. As they arrive at the destination, Isa takes a deep breath and then looks at the player.

"Pedri, please, promise me, no matter what you see or hear, you don't leave the car, understood? Or you'll make things difficult for me." The desperation in the woman's voice made Pedri's stomach sick; not knowing what was happening was making him desperate. "You'll make things difficult for Axel," she says before he could say anything. And, reluctantly, Pedri agrees with the woman, as he would never do anything to harm the child.

He watches as the woman gets out of the car and rushes into the yard of a house, calling out for Axel. A blond woman emerges from the house and points a finger at Isa. They engage in a heated discussion, but he cannot hear their words. Then he sees Isa push the woman and hastily enter the house. Everything falls silent for a few minutes, and his heart races so fast that he wonders how he hasn't had a heart attack yet. After a few minutes, he sees Isa emerging from the house, holding Axel in her arms. She walks briskly towards the car, with the blond woman following her, screaming insults. Isa quickly jumps into the car with Axel, and the back door closes behind them.

"You can go now," she says, and Pedri turns around to look at her. Her face is red from crying. Pedri starts the car and drives away, not knowing exactly where to go, but deciding to wait before asking as Isa is talking to Axel. "It's okay, love. You're okay now." She says in a calm voice, trying to calm down the little boy.

"I don't want to come back, I don't want to stay with them, they're all mean to me," he cried so hard that Pedri stopped the car, deeply concerned for the kid, as he had never seen him cry like that before.

"You don't have to, Mommy promises you won't go back there, at least if it's something you want." Pedri turns to look at them, observing the woman wiping the tears from the little one's face and giving him a tight hug. Their eyes meet, and Pedri sees so much pain in hers.

"What's going on? This is tearing me apart," he says as he gestures towards them.

"Pedriiii?" Axel spun so quickly to look at the player that Pedri feared he had snapped his neck. He leaped from Isa's arms to the front seat and hugged Pedri tightly. Pedri simply held him back, while Isa looked on in complete awe at her son's rapid change of mood.

"I'll finally be able to eat my candies," the little boy says with a sweet excited voice.

"Axel!!" Isa says laughing at the boy's innocence.

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N/A: SOOOOOO, what did you guys think? Writing the last part, breaks my heart, because I know their situation, me being mean for not telling you guys 😏

So, the next chapter will be the penultimate one, and then there will be the final one, and then the bonus. As mentioned in the previous chapter. Of course, it all depends on how much the characters are talking to me as well...

[gamerbearmira]

Yippee!!!!

Hey guys! Sorry I didn't post yesterday or Monday. I had a medical exam to do, and I was really tired afterwards, and then Tuesday I had work until closing 💀

ANYWAYYYY. I have quite literally never mentioned this, but I've been in the process of joining the USAF, and I GOT IN!!! Well, into DEP. Basically just waiting for a job to open up. They found nothing wrong with me, so I was able to swear in on Monday as well <333

Super excited because I was SO nervous, the AF is by far the hardest branch to get into 😭

I don't know when I'll ship out, but from what I was told, next month or December.

But once I go to BMT I won't be active for about 8 weeks for training (no phones or devices lol). I'm going to draw and write A BUNCH and probably open up requests for future drawings, and having them scheduled posts over the weeks so my account won't be TOTALLY dead. I'll also probably post several chapters of Mama Isa and post one of the wips for one of the other fics.

[the-way-astray]

Alright. I'm on anon so Katie can't call me a traitor for calling her out, but here's some things I noticed that make that a CLEARLY Katie fic. (Sorry Katie. Love your fics.)

Stria buried her head in her pillow, wishing she could take back the way she’d handled quite possibly the worst social interaction of her entire life.

"Quite possibly" is a phrase Katie uses all the time. Usually in the form, "quite possibly the (superlative) (noun) of all time." I'm not sure if it makes a lot of appearance in her fanfiction, but I talk to her a lot, and I've heard her use this phrase frequently.

“You told enough people.” There was a semblance of the smirk she hated, just like everything else about him. “Things get back to me, you know. I hear all the rumors. I just… I don’t know you, Stria.”

"Semblance of the smirk." This is a classic Katie movie, and it gets me every time. For some reason, in a scene, noticeably, his smirk is missing, and then it comes back for a moment, but in a small way. It makes me kick my feet and giggle, and I'll admit, while she does do it frequently enough that I've noticed, it's somehow written differently every time to the point where it doesn't feel like it's becoming a cliche. I definitely saw the phrase, though, and went, That's my favorite KOTLC author! (Sorry Shannon... her Keefe is better *dodges rocks*)

“You needed a reminder, huh?”

“Hardly.”

This doesn't even count as proof. I can't point to any one thing. But Katie wrote that.

Okay, now we get into Katie AND Shannon's favorite overused punctuation! (It's really not that bad, actually, when I'm reading it, but when I look for it it's like, wow. That's a thing.)

"I just… I don’t know you, Stria.”

Ellipsis spotted

and now he was… what, flirting with her?

Ellipsis spotted

She should have just verbally listed a few random things he did that she just liked—perhaps his ridiculous jokes.

Em-dash spotted

And now she had her head buried in her pillow, because… why had she done that?!

Ellipsis spotted

She was being hailed by… the one person she wanted most to not be hailed by.

Ellipsis spotted

"I mean, half of it is just you being mad that I have a personality, and the other half is…” Keefe winced.

Ellipsis spotted

"These conversations… who told you about them?”

Ellipsis spotted

“Uh… it’s hard to explain. I kind of walked through the fourth wall to get here, so…”

Ellipsis x2 spotted

“You don’t care about me… but you keep a comprehensive list of all the reasons you don’t like me.”

Ellipsis spotted

“I… what?”

Ellipsis spotted AND it was "I... what?"

“I don’t even want to know. Listen…”

Ellipsis spotted

“Do you want to, you know, meet up for—”

“No.”

“—smoothies—”

“Nope.”

“—in Atlantis?”

“I said no.”

Em-dash x4 spotted, AND it was interrupted dialogue

Okay, so maybe she wasn’t entirely apathetic, but she didn’t like him. She would never like him. And that would certainly never change.

Katie LOVES to end chapters with ironic unreliable narration. Actually, the unreliable narration in this, both from you and from Keefe, OOZES Katie's style. She's not the only one to ever write an unreliable narrator, naturally. But I just know. Again, I've read all her fics, including the ones she wrote with Isa. I've even read her fics outside of the KOTLC fandom! (It's funny because they're super well written, in my opinion, but they're also written like KOTLC. It's like Shannon Messenger writing Star Wars fanfiction. It's very funny. You should try reading it sometime.)

Again, I'm anonymous so Katie can't pin me as a traitor. Katie, if you're reading this, I swear I love you and your fics, and I love it when you uses overuse ellipses and em-dashes! Never change! I'm onto you though. You love to have mystery identities, but I know your writing when I see it.

anon, this is fascinating as shit, and i've definitely noticed shannon's excessive use of ellipses, em dashes, and italics myself. katie has admitted to me several times that her writing style emulates shannon's (and i've noticed it myself, shannon herself could've written that cheating fic). shannon also loves keefe's smirk for sure, and the "quite possibly" thing is definitely something i've seen pop up in kotlc at least a few times. as for that one quote ("you needed a reminder, huh?" "hardly") that you said you couldn't really pin down what felt so shannon/katie about it for, i think i got that one. it's the "huh". shannon loves the word "huh", both as a casual "huh" in response to something, as well as an end to a question like in this case. so i can definitely see where the katie allegations are coming from for this one. she was my first suspect as well.

however. i'd also like for you to see the new evidence that has popped up in my inbox, from the never change author themself (this is from the notes at the end of chapter two, which they have sent me) (i'll post it soon):

basically the argument is that katie got her writing style from shannon, and this anon also appears to have gone down that same route of kind of emulating shannon as well as katie herself. so maybe the fact that katie and shannon write in such a particular way is evidence against katie, not for, since shannon has such a voice that it rubs off on a lot of people when they read canon kotlc or katie's works.

or maybe this anon is lying and they are purposefully trying to emulate katie to throw us all off. who even knows.

i would read katie's star wars fics but i unfortunately would not understand shit. i haven't watched even a single movie and i have no idea what the plot is about besides something something outer space something something lightsaber something something "luke, i am your father". so. yeah.

@myfairkatiecat tagging you because. why not. also you wanted to know what this anon's resume is so here you are.

[t1red-gastr0p0d]

I interrupt ur daily schedule with more of my Interloper AU bullshit!:

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Clothing exchange with Isabeau! Interloper has a bunch of spare clothes just in case!

Mariner's Pea Coat? Check!

Combat boots? Why not?

A Cowichan Sweater? They treat it like a close friend.

Windbreakers and touqes and mittens and gloves oh my!

Isa:...I can't help but notice these are all warm clothes.

Int: Yeah?

Is: What about during the warmer months? Won't you get hot here now?

Int:...damn

Is: I'll take you summer clothes shopping.

Int: Thank you...

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Interloper breaking into tears for fresh produce. Fresh produce! Fresh fruits and vegetables! They thought they'd never have them again!

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Interloper has extra gunpowder for the explosive for The King.

Mira: Why do you have so much blackpowder?

Int: I just had time and ingredients to make it, you never know.

*distressed housmaiden noises*

Int: It also makes for good emergency cautery.

Odile:...please tell me your joking.

Int:...OK then i will!

Mira: When this is over, I am getting you so much therapy...

(And so. Plus one more to the Feelings Buddies Circle)

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Interloper unthinkingly hoarding supplies. (Cat tails are edible and the heads make for good tinder! No I don't know why they're called Cat Tails Bon. Yes they don't even look like Cat tails...)

Interloper perking up at the sound of crow caws. (A carcass for hide and food. A body for supplies and burial...another one lost in The Long Dark...)

Interloper makes a travois for extra supplies.

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Interloper's own version of Mal Du Pays. Because they're looping too, so why not?

A small, shriveled thing. Pale as death with lightless fingers. Stomache concave. Hate flashes in its eyes.

It goes by Misery. (May or may not be a representation of Int's Survivor's Guilt)

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Interloper makes a firebomb for His Royal Sad Boi.

Interloper gets more therapy because of this.

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Odile teaching craft to Interloper. They absorb knowledge quite well. You spend enough time in the Quiet Apocalypse, you learn things fast or you die.

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Int teaching Bon new cool poop words. Swearing is fun!

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...I'm not sure what kind of craft type Interloper would be. I really REALLY should play ISAT...broaden my knowledge.

Uh.

Yeah that's all I got for now. OK byyyyyyye!

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

I swear, they're in a polycule!

Violetta, Leon, Francesca, Diego, Camila, Ludmila and Naty take a vacation at a resort together with their children. While the adults reminisce about their memories, their kids, who knows no context, draws their own conclusions about their parents' lives. Their theories are everything from pretty close to the truth, to utterly ridiculous.

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This takes place in the year 2036. I’m not sure what month, but before august, because the kids’ birthdays are in August, September and October. Although, the timeline really isn’t interesting for anyone else than me. But sometime during the first half of the year 2036.

Diego and Francesca stood by the airport, and waved to all of their friends arriving. 

Violetta took off her handbag, making Leon hold it, as she sprinted up to hug Francesca.

"Hi! It's been so long!"

"Girlfriend!" Camila exclaimed, as she also ran up and hugged Francesca.

"Am I not getting a hug?" Diego asked.

"Boo!" Ludmila exclaimed, making Diego flinch. She had been sneaking behind him, without him noticing. "Ha ha! Gotcha!"

"Always making an entrance, huh?" Diego laughed.

Naty and Leon also came up to hug them.

"How was the flight?" Francesca asked.

"Don't know, I slept!" Naty shrugged.

"Yeah, mom drooled on me..." Stella said. She was the first one of the kids to say anything.

There were four kids on this trip: The youngest was Stella, who was Naty and Ludmila's daughter, and was 12. Then it was Leon and Violetta's daughter Isadora, who was 13, and Diego and Francesca's daughter Diana, who also was 13. The oldest was Camila's kid Kim, who was 14. 

"Stella Starfighter!" Diego exclaimed. "You're so big I can't pick you up anymore!"

"Can we pick up our goddaughter?" Ludmila asked. She glanced at Diana, who stood next to Diego.

"Try it!" Diana giggled.

Ludmila tried to lift her up, but failed. Naty glanced at her, shook her head teasingly, and the carved up her arms. She then grabbed Diana and lifted her up, spinning her around.

"Oh yeah! 13 or 3, we're gonna spin you around!" She placed a kiss on her cheek. "You've grown so much, Diana!"

"We need to see each other more often, our kids are growing up before us!" Violetta said, stroking Isadora's hair. 

Francesca and Diego had, when Diana had turned 4, decided to move to Europe. They lived in Italy until Diana was 10, and then they decided to move to Spain instead. But despite living in different countries, the friends kept very close contact and often planned trips - either Francesca and Diego (and their daughter) came to Argentina, or the others came to visit them in Europe.

Right now, they were in a smaller island that was a popular vacation spot, having rented a large private beach house. While everyone split the costs, Diego and Francesca had fixed the location, and the house stood on them. 

"We've rented an extra car so everyone fits!" Francesca said. "I'll drive one and Diego drives the other, so you guys just decide who you want to ride with."

"Well, no offense to everyone else!" Camila said, "But I wanna hear some gossip from my bestie! Me and Vilu will ride with Fran!"

"I'm fine with whatever," Violetta chuckled, "But Camila is right. We desperately need to catch up with Fran, and we can only do that in the car without interruptions."

"Well, I'm gonna catch up with Diego!" Ludmila exclaimed. 

"Oh yeah, I'd be offended if you didn't ride with me!" Diego laughed.

"I'm riding with Diego too, to not interrupt your sacred gossip time," Leon said and winked to Violetta.

"I can't choose which car I'm gonna be in!" Naty admitted. 

Ludmila grabbed her. "You will be with me, honey."

"Okay!"

"Now, kids... do you have any preferences?" Francesca asked.

The kids all shrugged. 

Violetta smiled. "Isadora, maybe you want to be in our car?"

"Sure..." Isadora replied.

Francesca put her hands on Diana's shoulder. "Then I think you should be there too, Diana. You and Isa can sit next to each other..."

Diana and Isadora looked at each other, and smiled slightly. 

”Sure!” Diana said and put her hands in her pocket. 

”Yeah, that works!” Isadora said.

”That means you two come with us!” Leon said, looking at Kim and Stella.

They went out to the cars.

”Hold on…” Diego said, ”I thought this car had an extra seat you could fold up?”

Francesca searched through both of the cars. ”Huh. None of the cars have one.”

”So we’re just gonna leave a person here?” Ludmila asked. ”Ok, I’m voting Camila!”

Camila walked up to the car Diego was gonna drive. ”No, wait! I’ve grown up with four sisters, we’ll just do what we did when we didn’t all fit in the car! We’ll let one sit down on the floor, and duck when a police car shows up!”

”Or… me and Stella can just squeeze together!” Kim suggested. 

”That could work!” Naty said. ”Let’s try it.”

Leon sat down in the passenger seat next to Diego. Ludmila and Naty went to the backseat, and then it was Stella’s turn to get in.

Naty put her leg up on Ludmila’s lap to give Stella some more space, causing Ludmila to  chuckle and wiggle her eyebrows. ”My love, we’re in public!”

”Yeah, this is so sexy…” Naty said sarcastically.

Kim got into the car, causing Stella to get more squeezed in. Kim managed to close the door.

”Are you ok?” they asked Stella.

”Yes…” Stella replied.

”Good!” Kim grabbed the seatbelt, and Stella helped buckling it. It was tight, but they managed. 

Plus, as the car started moving, Stella could not focus on Diego and Ludmila’s loud conversation that caused everyone to laugh. All she could focus on was Kim’s elbow touching hers. It didn’t feel like it usually did. It felt… better than normal. She glanced at Kim. Kim glanced back. They shared reassuring smiles, before they went back to looking straight ahead. 

Something started sparkling inside of her. A feeling she liked very much.

Meanwhile in the other car, the women were chatting nonstop.

”And then Luca made a whole deal about not wearing a bathing suit in the sauna!” Francesca explained, telling them a story that her brother had told her ”in confidence’”. He wouldn’t know she’d tell her friends, so why would it be any harm?

”I don’t get what’s so scary about being naked in a sauna,” Camila said. ”It’s just bodies.”

”Well, we’ve grown up a bit more prude,” Francesca explained. ”But I agree.”

”Seriously. Like if us three were naked together, I’d be completely fine.”

”We know,” Violetta chuckled. ”Maybe one day you’ll get your dream come true of having deep talk with your best friends naked in a sauna.”

”Maybe we can go on a trip to the Nordic Countries next time,” Francesca said. ”Everyone’s naked in saunas there, you’ll feel more weird if you had clothes on.”

”That’s my stance with nudity in general,” Violetta said, ”If no one else is naked, I’m also covering up. But if everyone is naked, then I am too.”

”Growing up in Europe definitely has made me very neutral towards nudity,” Francesca said, ”But Luca ended up super prude, despite us having the same upbringing! I hope Diana has also been more neutral towards it.”

”I guess I’m like Violetta with my stance on it,” Diana said. Neither she or Isadora were too keen on joining in on this conversation, and just sat silently listening to their moms discussing this.

”Honestly, the only two in our friend group I’ve been naked in the same room with was Ludmila and Naty,” Camila said, ”But that… was not so platonic.”

Suddenly, both Diana and Isadora became very curious. 

”Sorry, in what context?” Diana asked. 

”It’s nothing!” Francesca exclaimed, a bit nervously. ”Just some adult stuff, we shouldn’t discuss that when you’re around.” Violetta nodded in agreement.

”If you must know…” Camila said, causing both Francesca and Violetta to seem visibly tense, ”I just changed clothes in a locker room with Ludmila and Naty. That was all.”

”But you said it wasn’t platonic!” Isadora noted.

”I was just joking! Of course it was!”

However, the way Camila said it seemed a bit… fake. Like she was hiding something…

Francesca and Violetta noticed those suspicious glances in their daughters, and decided they needed a distraction to make them forget about this. 

Violetta noticed the car radio had bluetooth, and so she synced her phone with it.

”Hey girls, speaking of saunas, do you remember that Swedish superhit?”

”Oh yeah!” Francesca exclaimed. ”Let’s listen to that!”

Violetta put on Bara Bada Bastu by KAJ, and the adults all started bopping along. 

”Come on!” Francesca exclaimed, ”You two loved to dance to this song when you were toddlers!”

Isadora and Diana had to admit, they could be very distracted by music… that’s what happens when all of their parents and their friends were professional musicians, they knew how to distract them with it. 

So, they clapped along, and attempted to sing along to the song. They forgot about the women’s weird discussion… for now. 

-

They arrived at the beach house. 

”Wow! The view is immaculate!” Naty exclaimed.

”I know!” Diego said. ”Makes you want to just jump into the ocean right away from the balcony!”

”If you do that, you’ll hit some sharp rocks,” Francesca said cautiously.

”Well! Despite having the ocean and the beach nearby, we also got a hot tub!”

”Nice…” Leon said in an oddly suggestive tone. 

”Now, this beach house only has three rooms!” Francesca explained. ”All three rooms have two queen sized beds in them though, so everyone has to share a bed.”

”Except for one!” Camila exclaimed. ”We’re 11 people!”

”So we are,” Francesca noted. ”But I am guessing you kids would want to share a room together.”

”It would be pretty boring to share with our parents,” Kim said, ”No offense, mom.”

”None taken!” Camila replied, ruffling their hair. ”Besides, I’m very happy, I’m gonna get a large bed for myself!”

”Uh-uh!” Ludmila exclaimed, putting out her hand, ”Why should you get the bed alone?”

”You have a wife. Sleep with her.”

”Maybe I still want to have a large bed to sleep in!”

”Should I sleep with your wife instead? Don’t mind if I do…”

Naty started laughing weirdly. ”Ok, if you’re gonna argue over me again, then maybe I’m taking the single bed, and you two share.”

”What does she mean with ’again’?” Diana whispered to Isadora, who shrugged as a response. 

”No, everyone is sharing beds with their spouses!” Leon said. ”Sorry Ludmi, but those are the rules. If you’re married, you’re sharing a bed.”

Naty hugged Ludmila. ”I promise I won’t kick you in your sleep.”

The kids were guided to their room. Diana had already unpacked her things, as she and her parents had arrived her earlier that day before they picked the others up at the airport. Violetta, Francesca and Naty followed along.

”Wow, you get a view right out to the beach!” Violetta commented, ”You’re lucky, kids.”

”Now, who’s sharing a bed with who?” Naty asked. 

”I don’t have any preferences,” Kim said, ”But I want the bed furthest away.”

”I prefer that bed, too!” Stella exclaimed, and then blushed as she found herself to be too loud. 

Kim smiled, ”Well, then we’re sharing.”

”Wonderful, that means the old nap duo shares a bed again!” Violetta said with a joking grin. 

”What do you mean?” Isadora asked. 

Violetta grabbed her daughter and put her up on the bed. Francesca did the same with her daughter, putting her on the other side of the bed. 

”We were on maternity leave with both of you at the same time!” Francesca explained, ”So we often met up and let you two share a crib at nap time!”

”You were so adorable!”

Isadora and Diana glanced at each other and chuckled a bit.

Naty helped Stella unpack. ”Ok, your bathing suit is in this plastic bag. Also, I got you some tampons that’s in the same bag as your toothbrush.”

”Mom!” Stella exclaimed. 

”What? You don’t have to use them if you don’t want to, it took me several years to even dare… but if you don’t use them, then you need to bathe without anything on, and that can be very tedious!”

”Ok! But we don’t need to to talk about it, please…”

”It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

”I know, but just… you don’t have to say it out loud! I don’t even have it right now…”

”Well, it’s still quite irregular for you and can show up any time, so you need to be prepared.”

”Yeah, yeah!” Stella had grown red in the face by this point. 

Naty giggled, and kissed her on the forehead. ”Sorry, I don’t mean to embarrass you. But it’s nothing you need to be ashamed about.”

”I know…”

”Huh. I always thought Ludmila would be the mom the kid finds embarrassing,” Francesca said. But then she turned to Diana. ”By the way sweetie, do you need any tampons, or pads or anything?”

”Nope!” Diana replied. 

”I don’t, either!” Isadora decided to say, in case her mom also wanted to ask.

”Good to know,” Violetta said, ”But just tell me if you do.”

Stella turned to Kim. ”Sorry you have to hear about this.”

Kim shrugged, ”I don’t care, don’t worry. I’ve grown up with Camila Torres, I’m pretty desensitized to most things.”

Right then, Diego poked his head inside. "Hey, what do you say we go to the beach right away? It's really hot outside!"

"Sounds great!" Francesca said.

-

Half an hour later, they were at the beach. 

"Mom, I can put sunscreen on myself!" Stella said. 

"But I'm better at putting it on!" Ludmila argued.

"But the other ones can put sunscreen on themselves..."

"No, they can't," Diego assured her, and then turned to Diana and Isadora. Diana was supposed to put sunscreen on her, but instead she had started to just massage her shoulders. "Hey!" Diego called, "I think her shoulders are covered now!"

Both girls seemed caught off guard hearing his voice. Isadora had closed her eyes and seemed to grown very comfortable getting her shoulders massaged.

Leon walked up to them. "You need to do the back as well. Here, let me."

"No, I can do it!" Diana said.

"You can't even do it on yourself," Francesca noted, standing behind her as she started to apply sunscreen in her face.

"Mom!" Diana screeched.

Camila turned to Kim. "Have you put sunscreen on, sweetie?"

"Nah, I got this UV shirt," Kim replied, confidently crossing their arms.

"You still need sunscreen."

"No! I got this UV-shirt!"

"What is it with kids and hating sunscreen?" Naty asked. "Is it 'uncool' to be protected from the sun?"

"Plus, my husband is so good at applying it..." Violetta said, "Honey, can you put it on me, too?"

"You don't even have to ask!" Leon replied flirtingly.

"Can we hit the waters now?" Diana asked.

Francesca ruffled her hair. "Yes... but don't go too far out!"

The kids ran out into the water, screaming and laughing. Immediately, they started playing around, splashing each other and going underwater to grab someone's feet to scare them.

Francesca stood with her feet in the water. "It's actually really good! Come on, let's go for a swim!"

"I'm good!" Violetta said.

"Violetta, you can swim!" Camila said teasingly. "Don't doubt yourself."

"I know, I just..."

"Nope!" Camila dragged her hand up, "I'm not satisfied until you're wet!"

All the adults started laughing, while the kids frowned.

"Did you hear what they said?" Diana asked.

"Nah," Kim replied, "But it must be something really funny."

Francesca and Camila practically dragged Violetta out and let her get hit by a wave. Violetta shivered for a moment, but then beamed and jumped straight out into the sea, causing her friends to cheer.

Diego came up and scared Francesca from behind, and then dragged both of them down. Leon meanwhile ran out, went under the water and popped up next to Violetta, startling her.

Camila turned back to Naty and Ludmila. "Come on, scaredy cats!"

"Let us sunbathe!" Ludmila exclaimed. She and Naty were cuddling under an umbrella.

Camila decided to run up to them and kick sand on them.

"Hey!"

"Now you need to get to the waters! Ha ha!"

"You're so childish, Camila!"

Camila laughed maniacally and ran back to the water. "Can't catch me!"

Ludmila stood up. "Naty, carry me. I need to enter the ocean with style."

Naty nodded and immediately pick her up bridal style, before running into the ocean.

"Our parents never grew up, did they?" Isadora asked.

"I guess not," Diana said. "How can you even lift someone bridal style into the water?"

Before anyone could answer that, she grabbed Isadora (who immediately yelped). 

"Stop splashing around, Isa, I wanna try carrying you bridal style!"

"Okay..."

"You're basically the same height, so there's no weight," Kim noted. "If you let her go, she'll just float in the water. I'm taller than any of you, if I carried you then you'd be at least 10 centimeters above water." He looked at Stella. "Can I try with you?"

"Sure..." Stella replied, smiling.

Kim slowly lifted her up. They seemed to struggle a little bit, but eventually got her above water level. Stella thought they held her very tightly. She almost wanted to rest her head on their chest. Was that a weird thought?

Kim looked at her and smiled softly. She smiled back.

And then, Kim's smile changed into a mischievous one. "Now, we sacrifice the victim to the sharks!" they exclaimed as they threw Stella back into the water.

"Aww, me and Maxi used to play that game," Camila said nostalgically. "I used to throw him, because he was never as strong as me."

"Was this before or after he..." Leon said, after pausing for a second, "... started using caps?"

"Oh, before! His hair was so long, he needed to put it up in two braids! It was adorable!"

Diana heard their conversation, and wondered what they meant with that. Maxi without a cap sounded fake. Hm...

-

The kids got ready for bed.

"I have a confession..." Diana said, "Sometimes, I feel like our parents mention things from their lives and refuse to elaborate it to us."

Kim nodded. "But I also think we might not want to know everything. That's at least what my mom said."

"Your mom has no filter, she should have told you something?"

"Well, she said she'd tell me most things only if I ask. If I don't ask, she won't."

Diana laid down in bed. "I wonder what they meant today when they talked about the time before Maxi started using caps."

"Oh! I guessed they meant before he transitioned!"

Diana sat up again. "Wait, Maxi is trans?"

"Yeah! Didn't you know that?"

"I knew that," Stella said. Isadora nodded along.

"How come I didn't know?"

"I guess it just hasn't come up in conversation," Kim shrugged. "I mean, he came out when he was like 14. And he did start wearing caps like right away."

"Okay! We solved that. Now I need to figure out why Camila mentioned being naked with Ludmila and Naty and saying it wasn't platonic. But she claimed she was joking."

"Yeah, that one I don't know," Kim admitted.

"Me neither," Stella chimed in.

Isadora stared into the ceiling. "I know our parents have dated other people before they got with each other. My mom dated Diego. Maybe Camila had a thing with Naty or Ludmila?"

"Who knows," Kim said. "But let's talk about that tomorrow, I'm tired!"

-

Diana woke up before the others, needing to use the bathroom. As she walked down the hallway, she passed the kitchen. Francesca and Violetta were already awake, making breakfast. Diana arrived in the middle of their conversation.

"So you've never done it while someone else was in the room?" Francesca asked.

Violetta smirked. "Hey, we have some class. If we really felt the urge, we'd not do it at the same room as you."

Violetta, Leon, Diego and Francesca were sharing the same room. 

"Imagine if you did that!" Francesca giggled, "Imagine us two just lying in a bed each, having a conversation while our husbands were on top of us-"

Violetta tried to not make too much of a sound as she laughed. "You know who would do that though? Roxy and Fausta."

"Oh, totally!"

Diana had no idea who Roxy and Fausta was. She was curious to know.

"We never told everyone the truth about them..." Violetta said. "Someone out there must still wonder what happened to them."

"Gregorio, probably," Francesca said.

Gregorio? Diana's grandfather?

"He probably still thinks about those two girls who couldn't dance..."

"Imagine if we told him 'yeah we threw them in the trash and burned them'! And not give context!"

Diana's eyes widened, and she hurried back to her room. 

She threw herself on her and Isadora's bed, and started shaking Isadora.

"Wake up!"

"Hmm?" Isadora opened her eyes. "Why are you looking so panicked? Don't tell me, you started your period and bled through the sheets."

"No! Worse..."

Isadora raised an eyebrow, and instinctively lifted up the blanket. "You wet the bed?"

"Nothing happened to the bed! I just... heard our moms talk."

"Yeah? What did they say?"

Diana looked panicked around, before she leaned in to whisper to her. "I think our moms have murdered someone..."

"What are you talking about?"

Diana told her about what she heard, about Roxy and Fausta and them being burned in a trashcan. 

"It has to be some sort of misunderstanding..." Isadora said, "If they murdered someone, they must have gotten caught!"

"What if they got away with it?"

"Hey... can you keep it down?" Kim's tired voice mumbled. "I wanna sleep in... it's so cozy..."

"Where is Stella?" Isadora asked.

"Hm?" Kim realized Stella wasn't sleeping next to them. But, they definitely felt someone... 

They lifted the blanket, revealing Stella having cuddled into them in her sleep.

Kim snickered, and stroked her slowly. "Hey... good morning, sleepyhead."

Stella slowly opened her eyes. She squinted at Kim, and then at her own position. The second she noticed the latter, she flinched.

"Sorry! Sorry, I must have..."

"It's okay!" Kim chuckled, "It was cozy."

Diana decided to ruin the cute moment. "Sorry I woke you up, but I think my mom and Isadora's mom have murdered someone."

Kim snickered. ”I think it’s more likely that my mom has.”

”Who knows! Maybe she’s an accomplice!”

”The only one I’ve known that has been capable of murdering someone has been my grandmother,” Stella said.

Isadora suddenly lit up. ”Wait! Your grandma and my grandpa were married, right? That’s how my mom and your mom became sisters!”

”Yeah!”

”Yes, so… what if my mom murdered someone… with the help or encouragement of your grandma!”

”It’s all connected…” Diana said. ”They were forced to do it, and in exchange to cover it up, she told them to never turn themselves in!”

Suddenly, someone opened the door. Violetta walked in.

”Good morning, kids! Breakfast is ready if you want some!”

-

The four kids were pretty quiet at breakfast, as the adults were talking.

”God, my shoulders hurt!” Leon sighed, ”I don’t even know why! The bed was nice.”

”Here, let me fix it,” Diego said, and started massaging him.

”Mmm, that’s the stuff!”

”Boys, we’re eating breakfast!” Ludmila said. ”If you wanna get intimate, at least wait.”

”Nah, this massage needs to happen now!” Diego replied, grabbing Leon harder.

”Ooh…” Leon mumbled. 

”If you’re that good, then you need to do me next,” Violetta said.

”Hey, he’s my husband!” Francesca argued playfully. 

Diego laughed. ”Sorry babe, I’m gonna marry Leon now because I can massage him so well!”

Naty then checked her phone. ”Andrés just texted! He’s says he’s also having a relaxing vacation… in his backyard with the kiddie pool. Neither the twins or Maxi can use it.”

”I still can’t believe Andrés turned out gay,” Francesca said. 

”I could,” Camila said. ”You just have a terrible gaydar.”

”Well, that’s what happens when you don’t realize you used to have a crush on your best friend until years later!” She looked at Violetta, who just snickered. ”Also,” she continued, ”Andrés used to fall in love with all the girls. Remember, he thought he had a crush on me?”

”And he had a crush on Fausta!” Diego added, causing the adults around the table to chuckle.

”Who’s Fausta?” Diana asked. 

Francesca smiled awkwardly. ”It’s… complicated.”

Ok, it was just to expose them right here and now. ”Complicated as you murdered her and got rid of the evidence?”

To her surprise, everyone started laughing.

”Yes, that is totally what happened,” Diego said. 

The kids went back to their room after breakfast. 

”So if they really murdered someone, they wouldn’t joke about it like that,” Isadora noted.

”Or maybe our parents are complete psychopaths!” Kim suggested.

Stella looked down on the ground. ”This sound odd, but… what if that Fausta girl doesn’t exist? Maybe it was just someone they made up?”

”They mentioned Roxy and Fausta had met my grandpa,” Diana said.

”But maybe they were alter egos! Like someone dressed up as them!”

"I don't really believe that."

"Could it be possible," Isadora said, "That when you heard them say they burned them in a trashcan... they were just joking? Like, they just wanted to say that to joke around? When in actuality, what happened to Roxy and Fausta was way less interesting, like they just moved away?"

"Knowing every adult here, that's totally something they'd do,” Kim said. 

"They did mention Gregorio, my grandpa, that he was one the few people who didn't know what happened to them... so it is possible they just wanted to say that to see his reaction."

"Exactly!" Kim nodded. "I also think, if any of them committed a murder, we'd feel that something was wrong with them. And I mean, there's a lot wrong with our parents, but not in that way. Let's just forget about this for now, I'm sure there's a more logical explanation we'll find out eventually."

"Fine..." Diana said.

-

The day went on like normal. They swam in the ocean, relaxed and also went into the local market nearby to buy some snacks, shop some clothes and just see what there was to offer.

Now it was dinner time, and someone had bought pretty massive wine bottles. The adults were careful to not get drunk around their children, but they did at least take a glass each for dinner. You could see in their playful gazes however, that they planned on partying a bit tonight. It became more evident when Francesca suddenly turned to the kids.

"Children... it's getting late, it's time to sleep."

"It's only 21:00!" Diana argued.

"Well, then you can go watch a movie! We'll set up the TV in your room!"

"That sounds nice!" Isadora said.

"But only until midnight,” Naty said, "You need to sleep after that.”

"I am 13!" Diana exclaimed.

"Exactly, you're a small child and you need plenty of sleep," Diego said, as his daughter playfully hit him.

As Kim and Diana were away to help Francesca move the TV, Isadora and Stella changed to sleepwear so they didn’t have to do it later.

”Isa… have you noticed anything different with Kim?” Stella asked.

”Not really? What do you mean?”

”I don’t know… something is different with them…” She looked down on the ground as her lips curled up slightly.

”Stella… you meet Kim often, when did you suddenly feel something was different?”

”I don’t meet them that often! Before this trip, I hadn’t seen Kim for 3 months! Our parents hang out more than we do.”

Isadora nodded. ”That is true. I mean, you and I hang out more because we’re basically cousins, but before this trip, I to be honest hadn’t seen Kim since like New Years Eve. And Diana and I are friends, but you know… we’re ’vacation friends’. Since we only see each other once or twice a year, I feel like I never deeply get to know her. And our interests change. Just a few years ago, she was really into football, but the next time I saw her after that, she had no interest for it anymore.”

”We basically hang out because our parents are friends… but I like all of you. I hope we’ll still be in contact as soon as we’re adults.”

”Me too… I still think Diana is really fun, and it would be sad to lose her as a friend. Even if we’re just vacation friends… I wonder what happens if we get to live in the same city again.”

(A few years later, Isadora and Stella would look back on this moment and laugh)

Soon, the others came in with the TV. It was hard to pick a film, so they just picked the first one they knew everyone liked: Wicked Part 1.

Diana was however a bit peeved at being sent to bed.

”Why can’t we join the adults?” she asked.

”Maybe they want some alone time,” Kim said. ”We can give them that for a night, right?”

”Yeah, and I’d rather want to sit here and watch a film than being out there dealing with drunks,” Stella said.

”They’re probably also wanting to talk about things they don’t want us to hear,” Isadora chimed in. ”They don’t get that opportunity too often.”

Diana frowned. ”Am I the only one super nosy?”

”I don’t care,” Kim said, ”Now be quiet, I wanna hear Dancing through life.” 

-

Their parents were not too drunk. They were all pretty responsible with drinking, but their kids who knew very little of alcohol, had an idea that their parents would dance on tables and scream. That was far from the truth. The adults just sat around a table outside, looking at the beach view and having discussions about everything.

”So Ludmila, Naty,” Diego said, ”If Stella turned out to be a lesbian, would she need to come out to you?”

”I don’t see that being necessary,” Naty replied. ”But I don’t think she’s a lesbian. Not what I’ve noticed this far.”

”Your parents didn’t notice you being a lesbian,” Ludmila noted. ”Remember their gasps?”

”I don’t get it, nothing about me looked straight… but with Stella, I just… well, she doesn’t need to come out as anything, she’ll just get to like whoever she wants.”

”If any of our kids turned out gay, who would you think it would be?” Camila asked. ”For my own kid, they seem to have an interest in everyone regardless of gender, so it’s not them.”

”Well, I’ve said that bisexuality runs in our family…” Diego said. ”Diana is… well, she doesn’t want to talk about that with us, but we notice things.”

Francesca nodded. ”Yeah, she’s got my looks and Diego’s charm, she’s dangerous to boys and girls.”

”How about Isadora?” Ludmila asked.

Leon and Violetta shared a glance.

”Well…” Violetta said, ”I don’t think she has realized it yet, but…”

"Yeah, there's a really small chance she likes boys," Leon chimed in. "But she's just 13, that all can change."

"I am honestly not sure how you notice that," Ludmila admitted. "Unless someone explicitly says something, I wouldn't assume."

"Sometimes you just notice," Leon said. "It's the vibes."

"The vibe is so fantastic!" Diego sang, causing the others to snicker.

Camila looked at the beach. "Am I the only one that wants to go take a night's dip in the water?"

"Would be fun!" Naty agreed.

"I guess I have to join you, too," Ludmila sighed, "And keep watch..."

"You know what I wanna do?" Diego asked. "I want to try the hot tub."

"Me too!" Violetta said.

-

The movie was over, and even though the kids wanted to fight it, they did feel tired.

All except for Diana. Her curiosity was too big for her to be able to sleep.

As they turned the lights off, she slowly sneaked out of the room, planning to eavesdrop on their parents.

She heard voices coming from outside. Slowly, she peeked around the corner and noticed her parents, as well as Isadora's parents, sit together in a hot tub. 

"I wonder what would have happened if we didn't end up with each other," Violetta said.

"Yeah, imagine if I had kept dating Marco!" Francesca said.

Diana knew her mom used to date her parents' friend Marco, so she didn't react much to that.

"Or Tomas..." Violetta mumbled, causing her, Francesca and Leon to shudder.

"I don't get what's with that Tomas guy," Diego said. "You randomly mention his name, but not what his deal was."

"He was a nice kid!" Francesca explained, "But... well, he wasn't that good with romance. And in retrospect, neither were we, but me and Vilu basically became best friends because we decided to choose each other over him."

"Imagine if you two started dating to ditch him," Diego laughed.

Violetta and Francesca glanced at each other and wiggled their eyebrows.

"Just thinking about Tomas makes my shoulders ache..." Leon sighed.

"Oh?" Diego said suggestively, "Let me fix that..."

He then proceeded to massage Leon again. Leon tried to not make a sound, but he looked very satisfied the second Diego's hands rubbed him.

“Oh, you like it!” Diego exclaimed teasingly. “You’re trying to hide your smile.”

Violetta and Francesca laughed.

“Diego’s shoulder rubs can satisfy anyone!” Francesca said. “He just has… a way with his hands.”

“Too much information!” Leon said, to everyone’s amusement.

“He’s good at rubbing feet, too,” Violetta said. “Remember when you carried me home, Diego, after I fell down the stairs?”

“Ah yes, the foot massage…” Diego said. “That was hot.”

“Hey!” Francesca exclaimed, splashing water on him. Though, she knew it was a joke.

“Maybe it’s the wine, but I feel more alive tonight…” Violetta said, leaning against Francesca.

“Hey, you’re my wife!” Leon said with a smirk and slid over to her, causing her and Francesca almost to fall.

“Room for one more?” Diego laughed and joined them. 

What then proceeded was a water fight, with everyone laughing and splashing water at each other. They seemed way more intimate with each other than normal. All of them were hugging tightly, Francesca at one point accidentally touched Violetta's breast (which Violetta just laughed about), Diego clutched onto Leon like a monkey, and it kind of reminded Diana of those mating rituals she's seen on TV.

"You know what we should do? Like old times?" Violetta asked. "We'll switch beds. Me and Fran sleep in one, and you two sleep in one."

"Or like old times, all four of us sleep in one bed!" Leon chuckled.

"Like Stockholm '22!" Francesca exclaimed nostalgically.

"That was one hell of a trip!" Diego said.

22? Like 2022? That's the year Diana was born... she guessed her parents went there while her mom was pregnant with her, because she's never been in Stockholm herself.

The adults started to climb out of the hot tub, so Diana ran back to her room before they noticed her.

Isadora had almost fallen asleep, when she got startled awake again by Diana leaping into the bed.

"Are you ok?" she asked tiredly.

"I... I heard our parents talk again."

"Mhm?"

"I think... I think they might have been in a polycule?"

Isadora turned to her. "... what?"

"Yeah! Before we were born, they might have been in a polycule!"

Isadora was silent for a moment, before she took a deep breath.

"It's too late for this..."

-

By the morning, Diana woke up before the others once again, even though she was the last to fall asleep.

This time, Francesca, Diego and Naty were the ones awake.

"Good morning!" Francesca said, kissing her daughter on the cheek. "Slept well?"

"I did. How about you?"

"Well, I got some back problems... it was a little tight tonight..."

Diego snickered in the background as he heard her say that.

Diana put some bread into the toaster. She still thought about what she witnessed last night.

"What's on your mind, mariposa?" Diego asked. "I notice that look on your face... you're focused on something."

Diana looked at her parents. "Dad... mom... have you ever... been in a polycule?"

Her parents exchanged looks. 

"Uh... why do you ask?" Francesca asked.

"Just... curious..."

"Diana..." Diego said, "Are you asking because you perhaps are wondering if you're poly?"

"No, no!"

"Cause it's fine if you are. It's only natural to explore that part of yourself and figure out what you like."

"Not me! I'm asking you."

"I was in a polycule once!" Naty said.

Diana lit up. "Wait, really?"

"Yeah! It was only for a week... two girls were interested in me, and I couldn't choose, so... we all three dated. But then one of them decided she didn't want a serious relationship and left."

"Oh. What happened to her?"

"She's fine! She had a kid in 2021!"

"Cool!"

"Can I ask why you woke up so interested in polyamory?" Francesca asked.

Diana shrugged. "I guess I'm just trying to figure out some things... not about myself! But about the people around me."

"Okay... well, if you ever feel like talking about identities, preferences, or something like that, we're here."

"I know... that's why I'm asking right now."

"Good morning!" Violetta exclaimed, walking into the kitchen. "Hi, Diana. Has the others woken up yet?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe you can go check!" Francesca said, "I'll take care of your toast meanwhile!"

Diana raised an eyebrow, but went away.

"Guess what our daughter decided to ask right away in the morning," Francesca said.

"What?" Violetta asked.

"She asked... if any of us had been in a polycule."

Violetta snickered. "Okay! Interesting question! Why?"

"We're not sure," Diego admitted. "Maybe she has gotten in her head that we have been in one at some point. Why she'd assume that, I'm not sure."

"I guess I've had crushes on several people at once," Francesca shrugged, "But that's different. Also I was young then."

"You and I could have had a polycule with Tomas," Violetta said jokingly, "Back when we both had a crush on him, we could have convinced him to take us both."

"Or you could have had a polycule with Tomas and Leon!"

"Oh no, could you imagine?"

"Morning! What are you talking about?" Leon asked.

"Polycules," Violetta said.

"Ooh. I couldn't do that. I want you to myself, Vilu."

"I know, my prince."

"Imagine if us four had a polycule," Diego said, "When we were in Madrid."

"In 2013?" Francesca asked. "I hated you then."

"Yeah, after everything we went through in Madrid, I don't think it would have worked," Violetta chuckled awkwardly.

"Fair enough," Diego remarked. "But I hope you think I've become a better person since."

"No, we all still secretly hate you," Leon said, but then grinned teasingly. "These past 23 years have all been fake."

"Maybe not a polycule, but there would have been a chance Violetta and I could have dated," Francesca said, "We both had crushes on each other, but didn't at all realize it at the time, and then we realized like 8 years later when our feelings were long gone that we used to have them."

"Imagine that universe," Violetta said. "You and I being married with kids instead. If only we were more aware when we were teenagers, but alas... I didn't even know what bisexuality was."

"I did, but I kinda was like 'haha, that's not me!'"

"Maybe because we didn't get together, maybe our daughters will..."

"Yeah! We can only hope! But we can't make it too obvious that we wanna pair them up... they have to come to that conclusion themselves."

"Still, we can always give them a little push on the way..."

"What would me and Diego do if you married each other?" Leon asked.

Francesca shrugged. "You two could date each other."

"Ok, to be fair..." Leon said, "As Diego said, something did happen when we sang... and sometimes when we argued."

"Things got heated and it was kinda hot," Diego said.

Now Naty decided to chime in with something. "How can you just openly talking about having crushes on other people than your spouses?"

"Well," Leon said, "We can't just hide that we've also dated other people. I've also spent so much time feeling an immense jealousy, and I felt like if I wanted this to work, I needed to work on it. And the best way to do that was just to... desensitize it."

"Yeah!" Diego nodded. "Me and Vilu used to date. Marco and Francesca used to date. We're all still friends."

"I used to get jealous if other people had crushes on the one I was dating," Violetta admitted. "Which is ridiculous. Just because someone else has a crush does not mean it's mutual."

"I agree!" Leon said, hugging her. "And I can't get jealous that you and Fran used to have crushes on each other, when I realized that it's kinda what helped them eventually realize they were bi, when I realized that I may have had a thing for Diego myself for a brief moment in my life."

"I also think I had a crush on Lara," Violetta admitted.

"Speaking of Marco," Diego said, "Fran, do you think we ever would have had a polycule with him?"

"I..." Francesca considered it for a moment, "I don't know..."

"I guess I'm just so surprised you all can speak like this..." Naty admitted. "I guess because I have only really had a crush on Ludmila and... well, Camila."

"Who has a crush on me?" Camila asked, walking in.

"We're talking about crushes we used to have!" Naty said.

"Oh my... yeah, if everyone who had crushes on each other got together, then the whole Studio would be a big polycule!"

Everyone started laughing, much to Camila's confusion.

Right then, Diana came back with the other kids.

"Good morning..." Kim said. "What's going on?"

"Oh, nothing," Diego replied. "I hope you kids are excited for today, because we have a surprise!"

-

Later that day, a guest came over to the beach house. 

It was Marco, who had been on a travel around the islands nearby, and decided to visit his friends now when they were here.

His arrival made the kids almost forget about what had been in their focus, especially as they got some gifts from him. Especially for Diana, who didn't think about her polycule theory for the rest of the day. 

When she finally thought about it again, she realized she might not get a proper answer to it. At least not at the moment.

She also once again got reminded of Camila, and her comment in the car some days ago. That confused her even more... and it bugged her she couldn't really figure it out.

-

On the third night, Camila, Ludmila and Naty once again took a dip in the water late at night.

On their way back, Camila felt so tired that she dropped down in Ludmila and Naty's bed, and passed out instantly.

"So, should we carry her over to her bed?" Ludmila asked.

Naty shrugged. "I'm too tired for that... maybe we can share a bed..."

"We haven't all three shared a bed since... that week."

Naty chuckled. "It's gonna be different now. You and I are married, she's just someone who sleeps in our bed."

"True!"

They crawled down in bed, and cuddled a bit.

"I can't believe we had a polycule with Cami when we were like 19," Ludmila said. "It feels so far away now."

"I know, right? That week was wonderful, but it was for the best to break up with her."

"Yeah... I don't think Stella could have handled three moms. We're enough for her."

"I also think Stella might have a crush on Kim, so..."

"Wait, what?"

"Nothing! Goodnight!"

-

I really do love leaving the kids all clueless over what has happened in their parents' past. I always suck at writing endings, but I hope that one will do. This fic was a bit of a mix of them speculating about what their parents are talking about, and just slice of life moments, as well as some foreshadowings and references to other fics of mine. We'll see if I ever write something about the 2022 Stockholm trip. Comment if you want that. And leave a comment in general, because comments are very fun!

[dekupalace]

5 11 and 14 for isat ask game :3

in stars and time ask game 🌌

5- favorite optional event?

answered here !!

11- any character headcanons?

SO MANY but I'll be here all day if I list them all. I'll just list a couple for everyone:

siffrin - he needs mobility aids post game! all that craft in act 5 did a number on them, even if they're at a higher level. sometimes when walking gets to be a bit too much, isa will carry him. mirabelle has offered a couple times too but their similar heights can make it a bit difficult, even if she's capable of lifting them mirabelle - the stimmerrrrrrr... she tries to mask her stimming a lot by keeping her hands together all the time, but once she starts opening up around the others she gets her flaps out!! her and sif are hand flappers, and her and isa like to go back and forth with vocal stims! ding ding! isabeau - if you've read my fic you know I'm giving this man freckles. I am not immune to the freckles + redhead isa propaganda. obvious thoughts aside though I think isa would be a really REALLY talented artist. he sketches sif a lot...no reason why!!!! odile - "I might be nonbinary but I have a job so I don't really care right now" yknow. do you get it. jokes aside I'm gonna throw in a sad headcanon and say that, after the whole northern island thing, odile uses her book to write little quirks or facts about the people she cares about just in case she ever forgets them. there are lots of notes about the party in there (that would later get transferred into their own shared familytale post game!) bonnie - we all know their love language is food. but also what if they collect little objects to give to people! nille has A Lot of seashells on a shelf cause bonnie would bring her so many. they slip a cool looking rock in frin's pocket. they give za a weird looking leaf. dile wakes up to a pile of different feathers by her belongings. belle gets broken pieces of toys they find in town. YOU get an object! and YOU get an object!! cause they think they're cool! loop - loop...loop my best friend loop.....sniffles.. they either join the party post game (maybe after a little bit of alone time) and learn to realize they are just as loved as they were before even if this isn't their party, OR they find a DIFFERENT party and find a new family to call their own and finally grow to move on from what they've lost (as long as they meet up with sif and his family every so often for shenanigans and funnies!!). also as much as I love human loop designs those will never be canon in my heart I'm sorry but loop Not being human anymore and needing to learn to accept that is a big part of their character to me. I fucking love human loop designs though they are everything to me

14- favorite character portrait(s)?

one of these things is not like the other--

and I SWEAR I'm not biased with these two. I'm not. I'm NOT---

[allykakamatsu]

Part 2 of my brain being unhinged.

As I said last time, this is the basic lore run down for my KH X GI au because I have a problem.

Basics: Like I said last time, the basic run down is that Sora ended up in Teyvat instead of Quadratum, so now Riku and Kairi are going there to try find him, however the power that sent them there also dragged a good few of the others along for the ride. What I didn't mention last time is that Teyvat is like Quadratum in the sense that is very difficult to get into, so as an 'entry fee' to get in they're not allowed to leave until 'peace has been restored', aka until the plot is over.

Visions: The interesting part, I know the whole group is Descenders and realistically couldn't get a Vision, but it's my au so I'm gonna twist the rules and say for a reason the gang isn't aware of they can get them. Everyone can still use their regular powers though, and a good few characters won't even have a Vision by the time the main team catches up with them. Because of this, Vision's don't have to match the characters associated element and are instead given based on a trait they show when they unlock their ambition, for example Elrena is going to have an Anemo Vision alongside her usual lightning powers. I'm mostly basing my decisions off of this post as it gives a good case for a unifying trait of all the elements.

Keyblades: Every nation is going to be treated as it's own world basically, so after completing the Archon Quest every Keyblade wielder who was present get's a new Keyblade to play around with. Part of this was for rule of cool, the other was because drawing Destiny's Embrace made it very clear I had to get people more options so I don't have to murder my hand drawing some of these things. Also, not gonna say who or when yet, but certain Genshin characters are gonna get Keyblades as well, some intentionally, a lot by accident-

Princesses of Heart: Like I said, every nation is gonna be treated like it's own world, so every nation is gonna have one of Teyvat's Seven Princesses of Heart, though in this case Princess is more of a gender neutral term as a girl, guy or anything in between can be one of the Princesses.

Is the main plot gonna have any changes: Not gonna spoil what specifically is gonna change, but the KH gang being in the plot is gonna spawn a lot of changes, some out of necessity so the KH crew don't steamroll the plot, other things I changed because I think they would be neat, and some changes were purely because the plot desperately needed some ironing out in areas (spoilers but not really, Inazuma is gonna be changed the most-)

Characters: Gonna have some character focused posts later but for now I’ll just go over the basics of where everyone starts out.

Riku and Kairi start in Mondstat, with Ienzo also being along for the ride.

Naminé is assisting Albedo up in Dragonspine

Lea/Axel is working for Beidou so she can get him and Roxas to Inazuma, meanwhile Roxas is more or less just Vibing with the Liyue kids.

Isa is working for Yae at the Shrine to help him and Xion, meanwhile Xion herself is pretending to just be a helpful random girl but is actually with the resistance.

Repliku is vibing in the Saberuz theatre with Nilou cause he as nothing else to do, and Vanitas is making questionable life choices yet again (he’ll get better I swear-)

Sora um… he’s complicated, but let’s just say he isn’t tied to any one nation and he’s having a not great time-

Laurium and Elrena are both members of Spina di Rosula, however the former is also the part time tea party planner to Furina and the latter spends her free time helping the twins with their act.

There’s still more but I wanna leave them a surprise so I’ll get back to them later.

That's about everything I can thing of for now, I'll be posting more art and tidbit's about this au soon, so hope you all enjoy, and here's some concept art just so this post doesn't look too boring.

[ambitionsource]

this ask really has no purpose other than to say that i just finished binge-rereading every single jack and eric scene in ambition (even though i only read the series for the first time like a month ago) 😭 i already missed them so much, absolutely worth spending several days completely glued to my phone

lowkey they’re like one of the best things that ever happened to me their story’s just sooo well-rounded and satisfying and perfect……. i just know i’m gonna be coming back and rereading for comfort over and over again even ten years from now

and i was listening to the pilot episode of ambition unpacked the other day and the character development really is so crazy when you go back to the beginning,,, both for jack and eric and also their little family with lucas and isa 😭😭 plus riley of course (though i think they’d be in for some awkward family gatherings after the finale 💀 like how are they all gonna navigate those dynamics?? fascinates me to no end)

anyways i know they’re all happy and married now and have ridden off into the sunset together but i hope we’ll get to check in on them amidst all the chaos in s5!!! assuming they haven’t broken up like everyone else haha 🥲

(just when i was thinking about sending this, ‘adore you’ came on at the mall and i took it as a Sign)

i’m just eternally grateful for all of it 🙏🙏 💞💞

this is the absolute sweetest message in the world. thank you so much for listening to the sign from the multiverse to send it!! even though it is taking us several centuries over here to respond and keep the narrative train moving, i want you to know i reread this message several times over the last few months and it was such an affirming moment every time. even if we're radio silent now and then, please know dear readers that all of your engagement is always, always appreciated.

okay, let's break down some of the elements of this beautiful ask!!

"lowkey they’re like one of the best things that ever happened to me their story’s just sooo well-rounded and satisfying and perfect……. i just know i’m gonna be coming back and rereading for comfort over and over again even ten years from now"

this literally is the greatest compliment. the notion that any of y'all were so touched by any element of the story that you would revisit it again and again, let alone many years into the future... that is legitimately everything. as a creator, i know that this universe is going to be etched into my bones for the rest of my life, so it is always so meaningful to think and know somewhere out there, some of y'all feel the same way on the reader end. that's so special and i'll never get over it. let alone for one of the supporting (though no less important) parts of our ensemble!! i'm so glad jack and eric left such an impact on you and were worth binge-rereading aha (good news on this score -- i've actually been working on creating dynamic specific compilations during the hiatus where you can quite literally read just the scenes of your favorite pairings front to back. i'm planning to release those wide in an ambition library of sorts when the series ends, so stay tuned). also shout-out to the small contingent of jeric warriors who have found their way to the series specifically because of them -- we see y'all and we love you! thanks for taking a chance on our universe in their honor.

"and i was listening to the pilot episode of ambition unpacked the other day and the character development really is so crazy when you go back to the beginning,,,"

yay to ambition unpacked listenership!!! i want to take this moment to assure any of our five listeners WE SWEAR THE PODCAST IS NOT DEAD. LIFE HAS BEEN BONKERS BUT IT'S NOT CANCELLED. it will come back. in due time. just bear with us. particularly once the actual series is over, you know we're gonna need unpacked to like. cope lol so have faith, we'll be back soon enough. but all that to say, yes, it is absolutely insane and it's so wild (and satisfying) to now be at the final season and look back and be like holy cow it's been a JOURNEY. on every single front.

"(though i think they’d be in for some awkward family gatherings after the finale 💀 like how are they all gonna navigate those dynamics?? fascinates me to no end)"

and as it SHOULD. as it should... rest assured, this tangled up conundrum of a family tree will be put under a microscope. we will study them like a bug (and they will be a rather central focus of the final season...)

"anyways i know they’re all happy and married now and have ridden off into the sunset together but i hope we’ll get to check in on them amidst all the chaos in s5!!! assuming they haven’t broken up like everyone else haha 🥲"

another reassurance, don't you worry -- jack and eric will still be present and active in season 5. they take a bit of a backseat compared to prior seasons, obviously, just because they were once the grown-ups but now our babies are the grown-ups (which is insane), but their role in the lives of the ensemble hasn't dwindled. they remain relevant. and i will allow you this peace of mind: jack and eric's relationship is steady, healthy, and happy. they are not a casualty of the time jump by any means. (can't speak to anything else. lol.)

"i’m just eternally grateful for all of it 🙏🙏 💞💞"

you and me both, my friend. you and me both -- and messages like this only serve to remind me of how fortunate and grateful we are. thank you again for taking the time to read our silly show, to love it, and to share these sentiments with me. it means everything. 🌟

-- Maggie

[sungbeam]

𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

kevin moon x gn!reader

0.7k words, pure comfort, swearing, barely proofread whoops

a/n: for me and for @sseastar ; a reminder that somebody cares (also, happy birthday, isa)

"Hey, uhm," Kevin Moon stammered as the two of you stopped in front of the door to your apartment, "can we talk for a second?"

You stopped, your hand moving away from the door handle as you turned to face him. In the dim light of the hallway, the shadow that sliced across his face made his features sharper, made the worry in his eyes bolder. You fidgeted with a loose hem on your jacket. "Oh, what about?"

He cupped the back of his head, lips pressed together. "It's just that… you were a little quiet tonight, and I know finals was this past week, and you were really stressed. I just wanted to make sure you—"

Your hand slapped against your mouth as a sob fell from your throat, the tears following swiftly suit. Kevin's eyes widened—oh shit, oh god. He didn't think you were going to burst into tears, but perhaps he hadn't realized just how badly you were feeling.

"Oh god," he murmured, tugging you to him, so your tears dampened the fabric of his jacket. But it was nothing compared to the emotions dawning on him now. "I didn't mean to upset you, honey. I'm sorry."

He felt you shake your head, but it still made his chest pang to hear the broken sobs wrenched from your throat. "I just—" you managed to say through gasps of air, "—I got my results back, and I… oh my god, Kev, I did so bad. I did so bad."

Kevin gently cupped the back of your head and pressed his lips to your crown. "Hey, shh, just… just let it all out, okay? I got you."

"I'm such a failure," you cried, grasping onto his shoulder and pressing your mouth into the muscle there. He managed to get your keys from the bag hanging from your shoulder to get the two of you into your apartment for a little privacy. "I studied so hard, but I guess I just suck at this."

The two of you stood in the entryway of your apartment, door closed behind Kevin's back, as he held you. God, the helplessness swirling in his gut. Here you were, falling apart in his arms—he wanted you to know that it was going to be okay; that it would all turn out alright. But in this moment, the best thing he could do to support you was let you lean on him and to hear you out all the way through.

"I just—" you sniffled, then pulled away to paw at your dampened cheeks, "—I just thought I did well for once, you know? What am I if not my GPA? All my life, I thought I was a good student, but college has just taught me that it was all a lie, and that—" You shook your head. "I don't even know."

It was quiet for a beat, save for your attempts at taking deep breaths and calming yourself down. You'd experienced yourself at this kind of low before, just not in another's presence. Kevin's hands moved up to cup your face and tilt your head so he could see the wet glisten of your irises. He wanted to ensure you were listening. "Yn," he said softly, "it's going to be okay, you hear me?"

When you started to nod, he continued on, "I know it hurts. It hurts a lot to see those numbers, and I know you've been through so much shit, and that you've worked really hard this past semester, too. It's going to turn out okay, but know that your feelings are also completely valid."

Tears poured out from your eye lines again, your face contorting in emotion, and he pressed you once more to his chest. "I'm so—" you croaked, "—I'm so sorry."

Kevin hugged you tightly; there was a stinging in the back of his own eyes. He wished he could hold you and protect you forever, if only so you never had to feel this amount of worthlessness ever again. It tore him apart to see you like this. "You deserve to let yourself be emotional, okay? You know I'll still be here. No need for apologies."

You know I love you, you heard him murmur into your hair like a low-volume melody, and I'll always be here no matter what.

You clung onto him as if he was the only thing keeping you from falling to your knees right there in the entryway. In a way, he was. You would let your world fall apart, but only because Kevin made you feel safe enough to do it.

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HERE I COME

what was supposed to be a fun weekend away with friends turns into a sinister game of hide and seek where their lives are on the line. trapped in a lake house cabin with only six hours on the clock, can y/n figure out who is behind the mask and manage not to get caught all before sunrise?

PAIRING. soobin x gn reader ; beomgyu x gn reader ; yeonjun x gn reader

GENRE. college au ; mystery ; thriller ; escape room ; angst ; horror ; humour

WARNINGS. swearing ; injuries ; character death ; mentions of blood ; stabbing ; knives ; more to be added/specific to chapters

FEATURING. lia (itzy), sunghoon (enha), sumin + isa (stayc), jongho + yunho + wooyoung (ateez), kai + taehyun (txt)

starting. 22/03/2022 ended. 19/03/2023 updates. every tuesday

A/N. this is kind of a repost? from my old account except i never actually got around to posting it so idk. first things first i swear this is NOT scary. it’s more mystery than anything, but yes, people d word 😯 i only put horror as a genre bc this is sort of based off my two favourite horror movies scream (1996) and ready or not (2019). also i did so much research and practice on how to effectively write horror so if it pays off i'll probably burst into tears idk. ty cici @iyeonjuni for the header!

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CHAPTER 1

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CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4