#claiming that lucky girl syndrome!!!!!!!!!

[takecareluv]

went on my first Everrr date on saturday night :3 i had the best time honestly 🥹 we went to an arcade and then he took me to his favorite bar && while we were there i ended up talking to the sweetest woman who was actually in search of a babysitter / nanny . . . went over to her place today ( her address was an angel number tell me that’s not a sign ?/?!! ) to meet her kid and now i’m on my way home with another job secured +++ he’s already talking about our second date. <;3

[itgirlblogger]

Claiming Board💞

Claiming!!!!💗

[windonthewaters]

[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode thirteen :: RIBBONS & TEA.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴various drivers x y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔the groupchat returns, and while lewis is feeling a bit funny, y/n casually gives everyone a heart attack and calls it a surprise.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕ excessive cussing, none.

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lewishamilton 📍🇬🇧

tagged: y/n, tommyhilfiger.

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y/l/nestate behind the scenes 🍾🎀 fun things coming very soon ⭐️🩷

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☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

honey badger: avengers assemble.

honey banger: i have easily the most important tea to spill today.

y/n: “hear yee! hear yee!” ahh text

girlfriend kika: LMFAO

babygirl alex: hear yee 😭😭😭

honey badger: it’s about max

girlfriend kika: i ain’t laughing no more 🗿

chal eclair: what does he want

chili!: no bc after the shit his team pulled i don’t think i wanna hear from anyone abt him

angel carmen: wait is it important

honey badger: it’s abt the billboards incident

princess george: oh.

my baby lando: oH?

yukino: 🔪?

honey badger: might be necessary this time

alabono: he is personally involved isn’t he 😐

honey badger: yep.

my baby lando: wait oscar needs to see this

MY BABY LANDO added PAPAYA BABY #2

papaya baby #2: i love it here already

wifey lily: oh i’m so sat

honey badger: i was ‘hanging out’ with max before the suzuka race to make it seem like we’re chill. i wasn’t there to hang w him i had a mission.

my baby lando: okay okay

chal eclair: 🤨

honey badger: i managed to get ahold of his phone then i waited until he left his drivers room

honey badger: then i switched my phone case with his to make it look like i was on my phone while i was going through his

y/n

y/n: i would like to apologise, visa cash app driver, i, indeed was NOT familiar.

girlfriend kika: LET BRO COOK 🔥🔥🔥

chili!: oH HE IS COOKING ALRIGHT

honey badger: so i go through his messages and find a deleted group chat. a group chat with the employees that red bull fired.

chal eclair: OH HELL NOOOOO 😭😭😭

honey badger: he INSTRUCTED them to burn the billboards. specifically the ones with y/n on them.

princess george: i know he thought this was IT

alabono: bro thinks he’s him

papaya baby #2: who let bro cook

honey badger: not only that

y/n: THERES MORE?????

angel carmen: hELLO?

honey badger: he made sure to tell horner to cover for him

PIERRE GASLYYYY: no fucking wonder the fia’s investigation was wrapped up SO quickly

yukino: and their corny ass apology said it all

yukino: “team principal christian horner apologises” since fucking when

babygirl alex: ^^^^^^ REALLLL

y/n: setting up a zoom call rn we need to brainstorm

y/n: im also adding lew, seb and nando because they’ve been PlISSSSEEEDDD

chal eclair: “lew” and “nando” and i’m still waiting on my cute nickname

y/n: be grateful i love you and your fuck ass pasta 🙄

papaya baby #2: i love it SO much here

chili!: don’t get too comfortable oscar

y/n: i’m not gon tell you to leave that baby alone one more time 🗣️

papaya baby #2: thanks mum 🫶🏻

y/n and y/l/nestate

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y/n and y/l/nestate surprise lol 🎀 champagne, sex & anxiety 7/10 🥂 considering the amount of people i worked with on this album, it’s truly a fucking miracle that i managed to shut the fuck up abt it and not say anything so here u go i guess 💗🩰⭐️ no more sad songs LETSFUCKINGO !!!! i personally call this one my mona lisa and i BEG u to love it as much as i do when it comes out 🍾🤍🏹 also no twitter jumpscare this time ur welcome lmaooo :)! love u to death 🧸🫂💘

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☆ IMESSAGE with : Unknown Number

xxx-xxx: hey

xxx-xxx: can we talk?

[hopeastrz]

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒💋💄👠

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭!, 𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 -𝐝𝐮𝐡!-

11𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 from my opinion is a fame indicator, aside from wealth i think it gives you such a grace that makes people fascinated by you. SZA has her venus in 11th house, Thewizardliz has her venus in the 11th house too!, madonna, lady gaga, heath ledger, if you noticed most of them are really loved.

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬 are the mothers of their own mother and it’s really heartbreaking sometimes, they are extremely responsible from a young age and they faced an extremely hard childhood, i just really wanna hug them!!.

+ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 might indicate daddy issues.

Money plays a big role for 2𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬 individuals. Even if they don’t care about it and think its superficial, it’s just the main theme of their lives + they are really lucky in money matters too, in my opinion it’s a love—hate relationship between them and money!.

On the other hand 2𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 are such a spoiled baby girls omg!!!. My sister has this placement and she’s always gifted expensive things on daily basis from her colleagues or literally random people, chocolates, jewelry, expensive bags… nope who said im jealous.

I don’t really remember where I’ve read this information, but i can confirm that 2,14, 26 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 are indeed lucky degrees. Even if you have one, your the embodiment of lucky girl syndrome and grace.

Lots of people say that scorpio placements are revengeful and i kinda agree as a scorpio venus girlie, but trust me bro 𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 aren’t mentioned enough with us in this topic too, they are so vengeful.. it’s almost scary, frightening. The difference between them and us is that scorpios will hate you and show you they hate you, we don’t sugarcoat shit darling, but the other two? Oh they know how to destroy you kindly.

𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬 know how to use their power and fame, they are going to tarnish what makes you unique and what you like in other people eyes so that they’ll hate it and hate you with it. I’ve seen it with my own eyes oml, one of my friends said that she adored this anime show once, and her nemesis which is a leo moon kept hating on it until everyone literally did the same. They know how to manage their crowds.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 4𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 is really, really exhausting, not only it gives you extreme family issues, you’ll feel that you have no freedom, so maybe during this transit your going to try breaking free from your family house, but unfortunately you might not succeed. I know that some people are thinking about it now, but darlings let me tell you that you’ll have to clear some family roots knots first, before you claim your desire once the transit is over, and some of these knots are: running away from your roots obvi, issues with your mommy, being delusional and living in constant denial about your home!.

[queer-n-here]

back at it again at krispy kreme

so to start off, this request is very wild and specific and out of nowhere and will most likely be the only of its kind. I would suggest watching season 1 and 2 recap videos of Girl From Nowhere. NOW TO THE REQUEST

with a yandere reader (who is basically like nanno from the show i mentioned earlier) who stalks character of your choice 24/7, constantly tormenting them and their friends (who keep killing reader but reader just keeps coming back) until the character is worn down to where they are stockholm syndromed by reader, and reader finally claims what is his ♡

~🕷

Okay y'all, this is actually 🕸️ annon, bro wrote 🕷️ on accident again.

Also, bruv, this bomb ASS request has been sitting in my inbox for a while, and I must say, I'm sorry I didn't do it sooner. I was kind of running away from it without realising I was.

Q: Why were you running away?

A: Because I didn't wanna ruin it in a hurry 😭 I wanted to do it justice. Now, I will! (Hopefully)

Contents: Chuuya x Yandere!Stalker!Reader

Warnings: No smut, but has mentions of masturbation, stalking, obsessive tendencies, mentions of murder, blood, and more, Stockholm Syndrome.

You had been watching him for the longest time.

Chuuya Nakahara.

He was so fucking beautiful, you never wanted to take your eyes off of him. So you followed him around, setting your lackeys everywhere around him to report to you with even the minutest details of his days.

You followed him around yourself, too. Only you were allowed to watch from his bathroom ventilator as he showered or changed. Only you were permitted to peek through that one window in his bedroom and watch as he pushed a lucky dildo deeper and deeper into his ass, cock throbbing and twitching with want. Oh, the things you'd do to be that bit of silicon that slid in and out of his asshole as he trembled on the bed, huffing and panting.

Fuck, you were obsessed with him.

And you knew full well.

You were starting to get desperate, too. Just sneaking into his house when he wasn't there to wrap his boxers around your cock and jerk off wasn't enough anymore. So after hiding in the dark for a while, you decided to leave behinds hints.

The first one ever was the splatter of cum you'd left on his bed sheets. It had been a mistake, but even as you raised a hand to pull the sheets off the bed and hide the evidence, you couldn't help but pause.

Chuuya should know how much you loved him. He should know who owned him.

Thus, you left the stains right as they were.

That night, Chuuya returned from a hefty mission, tired and ready to collapse into bed. The sight of the half-dried cum stopped him.

"What the fuck?!"

You, watching from behind the bushes next to his bedroom window, smirked. Fuck yes.

Later, you became more and more bold. You starting leaving behind more proof of your presence, leaving behind sappy messages on his walls with spray paint, dropping photos of him that you'd taken in secret. You watched him break down from his window.

You chased him into a corner, forcing him to ask Mori for help. Even the Port Mafia had nothing on you, though. You continued leaving behind dirty underwear, condoms filled with your cum and stuff like that around his house.

Chuuya changed places, and you followed. He couldn't get rid of you no matter how much he tried, only running pathetically around with you right at his heels.

It was fun, but only for a few months.

At one point, only watching him from a distance had been enough for you. Now, you wanted him to see you, know you, fear you, want you. You were growing more and more greedy, you knew. And yet you couldn't stop yourself.

So one day, you showed Chuuya your face. You left behind a video clip for him, a video of you jerking off to his photos. Chuuya decided, enough is enough.

He decided to put his pride down and asked for Dazai to help. The latter might be a big piece of shit and a pain in the ass, but he was smart when it came to stuff like this. And so Dazai was involved.

You knew it, and Dazai knew that you knew you knew. It was a fun game of pretending to hide while both of you knew of each other's presence.

It wasn't long before Dazai caught you, though. You were pleasantly surprised by his wit. You two fought, and Dazai managed to kill you. As he turned around, thinking about teasing Chuuya about owing him for the rest of his life, he saw you standing beside him instead. His eyed widened, and he stepped back slightly.

"...How?" Was the only thing Dazai, the smartest man in the Port Mafia, could say.

You chuckled. "Pity you won't be able to find out."

And before he'd known it, he was on the ground, knocked out. You couldn't help but tread on his hands as you passed him a little. He got to be around Chuuya everyday, and here you were, working so hard every time you so much as wanted to see his face. Wasn't it unfair?

Either way, after that day, the Port Mafia increased security around Chuuya. If it had been anyone else, Mori would've just kicked them out, but this was Chuuya, one half of Twin Dark.

From then on, you had to be slightly more careful. But you couldn't control your greed either. You couldn't stop wanting him to see you in person, not just in the photos and videos that you left behind.

And so, one evening Chuuya came back home to find all the guards dead on his porch steps. His eyes widened, and he took a small step back.

The front door was open.

He wanted to run away, wanted to go back to the Port Mafia headquarters and report to Mori, but he thought he saw a shadow flash past the door in the house. He hesitated.

Was it rational for him to not run away? No. It was perhaps the craziest decision he'd ever made in his entire life. But he couldn't help but think internally, Fuck it, if he wanted to harm me, I wouldn't have been alive all this while.

And so Chuuya stepped over the corpses that decorated his front door, pushed open the door more, and stepped in.

You were sitting right there, on his couch, wiping your bloody hands with a handkerchief. You looked up when he entered.

And gods, he was even more gorgeous up close like this. You were used to watching him from afar, or through the cameras that you'd placed in his house, but never face-to-face. Fuck, you almost pounced on him right then.

As for Chuuya, he didn't know what to do. His heart was pounding so fast against his ribcage he was scared it'd stop for good. His palms were sweaty even as he fisted his hands, and his breathing was slightly laboured.

You stood up from the couch, walking closer to him. Somehow, he did not back away.

"Chuuya,"

The way you said his name, gods, what were you? Some sort of a siren? But sirens were supposed to sing, not stand in his house covered in blood and smile at him like he was the most precious thing in the world.

"You're home." You raised a hand, caressing his cheek, leaving a smearing some of the blood on your hand against his pale skin. "Did you have dinner?"

"W-why are you doing this?" Chuuya managed to choke out, fuelled by his last dreg of rationality.

His eyes were red.

"Doing what, baby?" You cooed, smiling. "Chasing you? Because I love you, that's why."

Chuuya felt the back of his throat burning, and tried to fight back the tears that were already gathering in his eyes. "Why? Why, like this... Wha-"

He couldn't form coherent sentences, and stopped trying with a sniffle, tears starting to dribble down his face.

He looked pretty when crying, too.

You cupped his face with both your hands, tilting it upwards to make him look at you. "Because I can't help but want you so much, Chuuya. So much, that I'd have obliterated the Port Mafia if it hadn't been for the fact that you like those people."

Chuuya felt so tired, so exhausted. For almost half a year now he'd been running from you, running and running and running. He'd changed houses, gotten protection from the Mafia, even asked Dazai, for Christ's sake. And yet somehow you'd always gotten through it. He didn't want to run anymore. He wanted to sleep.

He wanted to rest.

He wanted to curl up and close his eyes and not have to worry about anything, not even the nightmares that had started because of you. He wanted to be carefree, the way he had been when he was a kid, poor but honest in the ugliest parts of Yokohama.

Chuuya didn't want to run anymore.

And so he collapsed, his knees buckling as more tears slid down his skin, onto his shirt. You caught him before he could hit the floor, and pulled him into an embrace. He was sobbing, his shoulders shaking and hands trembling.

"C'mere," You pushed his face into the crook of your neck.

Slowly, his hands rose, and for a moment you thought he would try to push you off. You braced for impact, preparing to restrain his hands if you had to. But then, all of a sudden, he wrapped his arms around your neck.

You froze for a moment, and then, a small smile climbed up your face. Chuuya was sobbing into your shoulder, clinging on to you as if for dear life. His fingers fisted in the material of your shirt as he muffled his whimpers against your skin.

He wouldn't run anymore.

That night, standing in the middle of Chuuya's eighth house that year, finally, you got what you wanted.

[tbznewberry]

Made for each other | Jeong Jaehyun (ft Haechan)

Finally escaping that suffocating man that claims he loves you more than anything ... only for his best friend to find you again with one goal: to bring you back to the right person.

Genre: yandere

Warnings: yandere, obsessive & possessive themes, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome/giving up

The air is thick and suffocating enough to choke someone. It's nerve wracking. Her hands tremble in her lap in the backseat as she time after time swallows to wet her dry throat.

How embarrassing that the one that found her wasn't even him. It was his friend that found her on the side of the road. She was just about to cross the busy street when she saw him. She lit up, thankful to see a familiar face. Haechan had seemed like a nice man when she was with Jaehyun. Everytime he and the others were over he was always nice and respectful, always making sure that she was alright. She thought that if any of Jaehyun's friends would help her, it'd be Haechan.

But when he had noticed her, he hurried over and asked her what she was doing, that Jaehyun was worried sick and that she had to come home to him in an instant. She tried to tell him that she didn't want to go back and that he had to help her. Haechan had put his arms around her shoulders and led her to his car without a word. She understood that he wouldn't help her the second the doors locked. He had called Jaehyun and told him that he'd bring her home. He had asked to talk to her but Haechan had seen the tears in her eyes in the rear view mirror and dismissed his request.

"Haechan, no", she had pleaded when he drove out of the parking lot. "Please."

"Jaehyun loves you", he sighed and started the engine. "I know he can be a bit overbearing at times, but you two are made for each other."

She hadn't answered that.

And now they've been sitting in this car for twenty minutes. She has stopped crying and sunken into a realization that all her attempts to escape were for nothing. She's back where she started.

She glances at Haechan with a sigh. There's no use asking him to turn the car around.

The car drives up in the familiar driveway. Someone's already there, waiting for her. Y/N meets the man's eyes, but has to look away. As soon as the car stops, he rips the backseat door open and pull her out by her arm. She crashes into a firm cheat and feels a pair of strong arm wrap around her body, securing her in place.

"Thank you, Haechan", he breathes out and kisses the top of her head. "Thank you for finding her."

"No problem", Haechan smiles as he gets out of the car. "You should keep better track of her, man."

"Oh, from now on she won't leave my side." He looks down at the frozen girl in his arms. He rubs her upper arms. "My dear, you're shaking."

"Yeah, she seemed quite stressed in the car."

"Let's get you to bed."

She tries resisting, but it's no use. The determination and strength of the man beside her is too strong. He brings her into the bedroom and removes her jacket, throwing it out of her reach.

"Either you change into your pajamas yourself, or I'm doing it", he says and holds the light blue pajamas towards her.

She changes into it and he opens the covers in the bed for her. In defeat, she crawls down and pulls the blanket closer to her. The man in front of her pulls out a pair of handcuffs and secures one of her wrists to the metal poles of the bed.

"What are you doing?" she stutters and starts fighting against it.

"I love you more than anything", he says calmly with a deep sigh, hand gently wrapping around the metal keeping her in place in order to stop her. "What you did hurt me greatly. I can't let you go again."

"I literally left you because of this behaviour!"

"Too bad. You are mine. What would have happened if Haechan wouldn't have found you?"

"I'd be free."

Jaehyun scoffs. "You should be lucky you have me, Y/N. Who else would take care of you? You have only me. My friend was so nice to drive you home where you belong because he cares about you and me. Imagine if he wouldn't have. You could be dead by now. You shouldn't have made that stupid decision …"

Y/N sighs. The worry in his eyes looks so genuine. It stings in her heart and she starts to wonder. Maybe she did go too far? Maybe she shouldn't have run away but instead try to reason with him? He just cares about her. He's suffocating because he cares and worries about her. Why is she so stupid?

"I'm sorry", she says quietly. "I should have talked to you first. It won't happen again."

"I'm going to keep you by my side from now on, my love. You are not going to get out of my sight."

"But my work …"

He shakes his head firmly. "You're going to quit that job and sit by my side when I'm working, do you understand?"

"Oh … okay …"

"It'll be safest for you that way."

And so it starts. Her new (even more) suffocating life. She'll never be out of his eyes, never have a chance to get away.

[starlightphantom]

Lmao you're not a "system" you're an attention seeking girl who makes crap up. I know you wish you were Amu Hinamori or something but anime isn't real and neither are your imaginary friends that you pretend to have. One day you'll get sick of pretending and I'm sure you'll make something up about how you "integrated" or someone will "front more often" etc etc when you forget you're supposed to be pretending to be 240+ different people. I've seen it happen time and time again in friend groups over the years when the special main character syndrome narcissist finally gets bored of pretending.

Okay so I was going to just let this ask rot in my ask box because it's really fucking funny to me, but actually I have some questions anon.

are you aware that I am non-binary? and also a whole ass 27 year old adult? why are you calling me a girl?

is this anon hate coming from a place of trying to hurt me specifically? Or are you just like angry at systems in general? I ask this mainly because 240+ used to be a number we had listed as our alter count like 2 years ago. Has this hatred been stewing? or was this just like a lucky guess?

Why send this message to this blog in particular? Is it because I'm listed as this host? Did you know this is a sideblog and that our collective main blog is @galaxius-system ? Or where you so blinded by rage at seeing the term system on my blog you just had to send your hate here?

Are you also aware that integration is like... a normal part of healing as a system? I know you probably ment to say something like final fusion. Because integration is just the lowering of amnesia barriers between alters. but again, just a normal ass system thing.

what where you maybe hoping to accomplish with this message? Like I hate to break it to you but I starting finding out about my DID in March 2021, and I got diagnosed later that same year. We have been living very openly as a system since then. And just like every other system that is open about their experiences we've already received plenty of hate and fake claiming. Hell we've even been posted to r/systemcringe. If your goal was to hurt our feelings feel free to try again, but you need to man up about it. it's not real anon hate till you tell us to kill ourself.

[spacepiratenemo]

Jackpot Space Pirate Crew - Lunaliel Alliqui

#charactersheet Lunaliel Alliqui

☠ Lunaliel refers to “from the moon” : Alliqui refers to the latin word “aliquis/aliqui” which describes a person of importance. A someone, a somebody! A real flex! Alliqui is four years older than his little sister Nemo, for which he cares deeply. He shows his care like most big brothers do. He bullies her in a friendly way, ruffles her hair, throws her across the room or calls her a “mouse” to provoke her. He also is the only person who is allowed to do that! If someone touches Nemo, they’re dead!

🔥 He may be a very good big brother, but he also is a complete jerk, a womaniser, a wanna-be proletarian. According to some, he certainly possesses no more than one brain cell. Despite this, Alliqui was the one who programmed the “personality-disorder” of B.E.N. Afterall, when his little sister were to be angry during his absence, then she had no time to cry ;) One may make out of it whatever they wish to do. But despite having no manners, being flirty, sleeping with an abundance of women, delusionally thinking he is also too cool for this world… Alliqui is a good guy. He will always have his family's back, he is loyal to the core, stupid but determined, silly but someone to depend on. His friends can always fully trust and rely on him. His enemies might not be too lucky to get to know his better qualities.

👾 Alliqui is a fan of rock and metal music, he does love soft underpants and he is completely irresponsible. But he also is the most fun person to be around! Somehow, hanging out with Alliqui always ends up in disastrous adventures.

💀 Alliqui had a huge crush on Lena. The medic of the Crew was not interested at all, since Alli was a jerk! Tough luck! This silly guy also frequently challenged his adoptive father and Capt’n, delusionally thinking he’d stand a chance. He never learned his lesson. However, he was very famous on “Spacegram”. Not for his character, but girls did like his packs.

Age: 22

Height: 287CM

D.o.B.: 7th. May // Taurus

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Known as: First mate of the Jackpot Space Pirate Crew, best brother but worst example when it comes to showing others some respect, rude jerkbag but funny fella! Loves to brawl, brag, boast and loves dem boobs.

Voice-Claim: // Dawn

Weapon: Wields a Greatsword one handed, uses his other hand for punching

Fighting-Style: Brawler/Swordsman

Music: Metal-Music, Grindcore, Deathcore and as a guilty pleasure: some Lady Gaga!

Favourite Insult: "TF are you? Moonlubber-McGee?"

Traits

Optimist or pessimist? Way too optimistic

Introvert or extrovert? Extrovert ala Supreme! *gotta take pics of those abs for the girls on moonstagram* 

Daredevil or cautious? Daredevil & professional Troublemaker 

Logical or emotional? Emotional Brawler, suffers also from the explosive-temper-syndrome. Is easily distracted by bewbs. Has one brain-cell. 

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Ordered Mess?! Order inside the chaos. Somehow the "system" works. It's a mystery. 

Prefers working or relaxing? Relaxing, Training

Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Delusionally confident

Animal lover? Yepp! Has a soft spot for tiny kittens and tiny cute animals, sleeps with a teddybear. 

The Brawler-Class Lunarian: These types of Lunarians are most common on the moon. King-Classes are known to be basically extinct. At the time of the Jackpots there were only 13 Lunarians left in total. That was their entire population! Two of those Lunarians were of the King-Class, everyone else was a B-Class and Nemo was the only C-Class who had been born in ages. B-Classes lost their wings. They can no longer fly and they are not as huge as the A-Class. They often stand somewhere between 2.5 - 4 metres. They can conjure their own fire and use it in combat; they're also known to have slightly hotter flames than the A-Class.

To his persona: He is either the best brother you could ever ask for, or he is the biggest jerk in the entire solar system. There is no in between! If you dare to hurt his family or friends (or even worse, you dare to touch or hurt his kid sister) he will snap as massively as one could possibly snap. Literally! Once some dude flirted with Nemo and Alliqui punched that guy halfway around the entire moon, before putting his head into the next toilet bowl and making him choke on shit! Afterall... Alliqui is the only one who is allowed to bully his sister! Or annoy her... JUST DON'T TOUCH HER!

Alliqui is also a huge womaniser who has a big crush on the crew's nurse, Lena. (She isn't interested because he is behaving like an idiot, asking her if he could touch her boobies! IDIOT!) He enjoys pranks and loves to prank others. He is brawling, bragging and enjoys to challenge his Capt'n to fist fights. If you have seen the series "Jackass" you can imagine what Alliqui did all day long together with the others. Stunts, silly things, idiotic things and nothing but nonsense for the sole purpouse of shits and giggles.

"When Nemo was born, our beloved mother died and our father turned into a monster. He had been ill for a long time, taken over by something we only call "the madness". A rare disease which sorely seems to be contagious for the King (A) - Class Lunarians. As the illness went on and our mother died, the madness took him over fully and turned this man into a demon. He hated Nemo. That's why he dubbed her "No one". In his twisted mind it was her fault that mother died giving birth to her, but I saw things differently. I loved my little sister from the very start and I thought that I've gotta protect her no matter what.

Father tried to kill my little sister on many occasions and I always stood between him and her. I took the punches. I took the rage. I took all the pain so I could make sure that Nemo wouldn't be harmed. I was awake every single night, every single day. I didn't sleep and made sure that my eyes were always on her. But when Nemo was a few months old, still being an infant, she suddenly began to speak her first words. I will always remember what she said when she was pointing at a book about quantum physics, which also was the first word she has ever said. Shortly after she began to read, then calculate, and then she walked and broke her first physical law. She began to screw around, braze metal scraps, build things and I began to realise what extreme intelligence she was gifted with. THIS WAS INSANE! There was no way anyone could ever comprehend this and despite me being aware of the fact that the extremely rare C-Class mutation is gifted with incredible wit, this was way beyond anything anyone could've imagined.

I knew she was special! I just knew it and when I closed my eyes, I saw her guiding us to a better future!

When I was seven, father had his last strike on her. That fateful night I fell asleep, despite trying to keep awake for years and when I woke up, I heard her cries and screams, begging father for mercy. I can't remember precisely what happened. I snapped and all I saw was black. There is this huge gap in my memory, but eventually this outburst turned into murder. I killed our father... I killed this man... and I don't know if I can ever forget what I've done. To protect Nemo, I told her that father abandoned us and grabbed himself a pack of smokes from the asteroid-belt. I told her that from now on, it'll be only her and I...

Shortly after we left home and wandered the streets of Fairy Vearth, we met my idol sitting in a bar, punching people who dared to tell him that he wasn't cool. Man! That was Capt'n Zekka!! The coolest man in all of the universe and the biggest badass I've ever heard of! I was erratic, going bonkers! My Idol! He just sat there and only looking at him was like looking at a real life superhero...

And when he suddenly talked to us? Dude! That was like a dream come true!

He asked where our parents were and I didn't know how to answer that question really. So, I lied. Telling him that they both went on a venture to the Blue World. Zekka knew that this wasn't true. He recognised me, but he didn't tell me. Our father, Sev, used to be a friend of Zekka and as I later found out, Sev had been dealing with mental decay for a long time.

When I finally told Zekka what really happened, he hugged me. It was the first time anyone, ever, besides my little sister... gave me a goddamn hug.

That this day would be a big turn-around for us was something I couldn't have dreamed of. Zekka adopted us! We now had the coolest, strongest and most badass of all Fathers in the entire universe and if that isn't the best thing ever, I don't know what is!!!

Zekka himself also quickly realised how smart Nemo was and when he saw what that little Mouse could do, his vision of the future changed quickly. She is it! She is the one who will be guiding us to the future! Who will advance our civilisation! And today? Today - The Jackpot Space Pirate Crew is the strongest and most successful Crew on the Moon. This is not because of our Capt'n. It's because of her. Because of my little sister and I couldn't be any prouder! She built our weapons, our security systems, our ship, our camp, our electrical chargers and everything we needed to become truly successful on the harsh, dire and dusty surface of the moon."

"We can do whatever we want! So let's stop this world and get off!" - Lunaliel Alliqui, First Mate

[asifitsanotherbookblog]

Tis the season… for a bit of spice 🥵

Now, when I say I am obsessed with those bad boys who claim their women in books… I ain’t lying.. they are HAWT!

Something about that bad, morally grey man who is nothing but hard faced, rude, a little crazy but is fully obsessed with his girl and gives her the world.. ugh, I can’t get enough!

My top reads this year are wild in this aspect, millionaire office romance? Check! Mafia romance? Check! Sports… 🥵

I’m all over it but I’ve been sucked back into a world I love recently and it’s our not so anti-mafia men in The Alliance series by S.J. Tilly.

This series introduces us to 4 men, Nero, King, Dom and coming very soon, Hans. I have been extremely lucky to be able to read Hans before his official release and LET. ME. TELL. YOU! *stands up slamming my hands on the table*

He’s a force to be reckoned with! He’s had his moments throughout the series, he was unidentifiable, hidden in the shadows and damn right crazy to bring a grenade to a dinner with the alliance men and their queens, but oh boy did he!

He made himself known, he showed up, stepped up and proved that he could be part of the crew. Joining them in taking down trafficking rigs and protecting their women. I can’t go in to detail and you know what it’s soul destroying because I want to shout from the roof tops of what he’s doing because it’s UNHINGED! He’s the top dog of his field, leaving no trace behind and being the selfless, lovable, crazy Viking to our girl Cassie. OUTSTANDING !

But let’s bring it back, in the first book we meet Nero and Payton. Now Nero is just well.. he’s certifiable, let’s be honest. He literally meets Payton by just climbing her balcony and joining her in watching a movie. Even helps himself to the damn popcorn.

He tries to refrain but he can’t help but be pulled toward Payton and her innocence. Without even knowing he falls hard and fast! Even taking away her demons as he falls.. protects her with his life and gives her everything she ever wanted including her dog Toto.. they have a bond that is unbreakable and I am here for it!

His best friend King how ever.. well.. he meets his match with Savannah. Naive little Savannah literally walks into a gathering with her new date? He’s not a boyfriend she’s feeling it out, and thank god out girl has a few icks because he is a jerk, that happens to be the husband of Kings sister.. yup imagine how that went down! Anndddd then Nero marries Savannah to King.. I know! What the heck?! But also it’s actually beautiful, Stockholm syndrome aside.. they build a bond, burn a painting and he falls hook, line and sinker for our Sav.

Savannah even made a run for it once, how I don’t know but.. we meet Dom here. Oh our crazy head of the Chicago Mafia. But daaaaaamn is he good!!

On a “random” - I’ll use that lightly, flight he randomly knocks a cookies out of a girls hand when he “bumps” into her. This isn’t any girl.. it’s Kings half sister.. I mean come on. What are the chances… high apparently. Val is sweet as pie, shy and just needs a damn good hug, bless her soul and Dom apparent fits the bill, until he marries her in vegas, tattoos his name on her finger and makes it known that he is now an alliance bro, yeah… this is a roller coaster! But he shows val what love and loyalty mean, he saves her from loneliness and past traumas and gives her a life of luxury.. honestly I wouldn’t even be mad about him getting me drunk, married and swapping out my birth control for placebos. Cause Dom, our big guy.. is just EVERYTHING! He even calls her Mama.. if you’ve seen good girls, you know 👀

Basically all I’m saying that is it you love some gruesome sh!t and men who love hard.. these guys.. are definitely for you! You can find the alliance and all of S J Tilly’s books over on Amazon and they are on Kindle Unlimited too!

I think I’m going to dive into some more smutty men.. cause oh.. didn’t I mention.. they love, HARD. In EVERY WAY! 🥵🔥 oh yes it’s the whole damn package.. and they are packing a big one! 👀🫠

[oswald-privileges]

ALL RIGHT BUT YOU ASKED FOR IT

Power of Three as a series is just. full of weaknesses, most of which come down to poor continuity and structure. I'm not gonna try and fix ALL of those, bc that'd be laborious as hell, but I will pick out things that I feel are the most egregious as case studies.

What Po3 does have, tho, is an absolutely shining strength in the concept of its three main characters. After twelve books of Blandly Heroic Protagonist Syndrome, Jayfeather is an absolute godsend. He's angry! He's rude! He's unhappy! He's not nice. I Love Him And He's My Son. Lionblaze has his invincible pride (hah) and emergent bloodlust, and Hollyleaf has her moral absolutism and certainty. These are good starting points for characters. Sadly, the lack of continuity undermines what could have been three really good character arcs.

So! I present to you:

HOW TO MAKE "WARRIORS: THE POWER OF THREE" NOT COMPLETELY SUCK ACCORDING TO MY PERSONAL TASTE; A NON-EXHAUSTIVE, NON-CONSECUTIVE LIST BY ME

ONE

- Have there be a persistant, overarching series threat. Sol is a character with amazing villain potential who does literally nothing except hang around, and do exactly 2 Bad Things completely off-screen. This Is Not Good.

- Instead, have him be present from the second book onwards- initially introduced as a friendly but enigmatic outsider who is slowly revealed across the series to be a complete black hole of a personality, a social parasite quietly rearranging whatever community he's a part of to just-so-happen to benefit him as much as humanly possible. His "preach individualism not starclan" methods are not so much values as one strategy out of many. (to those who know me- yes i have a type. no i will not apologise.)

- Maybe his ultimate goal is to dissolve and centralise the clans or something so that he can live out his life as a political puppetmaster in all the cat-luxury he likes. idk it's hard to imagine overall stakes for this rewrite BECAUSE THE ORIGINAL DOESN'T HAVE ANY

TWO

- For gods sake you don't have a series based on the premise of "the main characters develop super powers" and then only have the second power confirmed by the end of the fourth book. I understand the first book mostly focusing on Jayfeather- his powers are obvious from the start, he's got the strongest personality of the three, he gets access to most of the prophecy plot stuff because of them. But you NEED to have the other two show an interest in something concrete happening to them beyond that, and you need to at least hint towards the other two having something unique to them even if nobody clocks it yet.

- Have Jayfeather tell his siblings about the prophecy by the end of book two at the latest. The amount of time he spends noodling around not sharing it with them is inexcusable. It's not that it's out of character for him to hang onto a secret for a bit, it's just that there's no point and it slows everything down. It would be equally in character for him to go to his siblings and be like "look, i'm SPECIAL. well you as well but ALSO ME". Boy starts off as desperate for recognition, what can I say

THREE

- Have Jayfeather discover that StarClan don't withhold signs or information on purpose for the sake of "building courage and faith" or whatever nonsense. Seeing and communicating the future is metaphysically very difficult, so interpreting signs and messages is a genuine skill, or even an art. The cats of StarClan, however, really are just ghosts, much more similar to living cats than the currently living believe. This is the impotus for Jayfeather's discarding of his reverence for StarClan, which remains consistent throughout the series.

- Have Hollyleaf and Jayfeather both still change their cat careers in the first book, but put place more attention on the fact that they basically switched jobs. Have a scene where they end up yelling at each other, because can't the other see how lucky they have it? The tension breaks when they realise they've both lost something important to them- Jayfeather his chance to prove he's as capable as a sighted cat, and Hollyleaf her path to helping her clan in the way she thinks is best. They commiserate together, and reluctantly promise to do the best they can with their lots, so they don't waste the path the other wishes they'd taken. This closeness is eroded over the series as they disagree more and more on the subject of StarClan and its role in their moral choices and obligations.

FOUR

- Speaking of Hollyleaf! I nearly threw my phone across the room when the first Omen of the Stars book claimed that Hollyleaf "worked so hard to discover her power to help her clan". Where, Ms Erins??? I would have LOVED to have seen that!! Hollyleaf expresses absolutely no concern over the details of what power she has/will develop, and only has a couple of scenes even touching on her ambitions to help her clan. She has some vague ideas about becoming leader and like one scene where she gets to do some leadery things, but that never gets followed up on. What does happen is that the whole "warrior code" thing becomes more and more a part of her personality (for no clear reason) until she snaps.

- Hollyleaf going off the deep end is something I wanted so badly to get into and be moved by, because I could see where it comes from! Her moral certainty is fascinating, especially since it's based in something as abstract as the warrior code- which, when you think about it, isn't really... anything. There's no concrete set of rules that make it up, no traditional wording or cat philosophers, not even any fables. It's a handful of agreed-upon, common sense rules- don't cross boundaries, don't take prey that isn't yours, respect your ancestors, and don't murder. That's it!

- So, combining the above points, I think Hollyleaf not being one of the Three should stay, but both the audience and the characters are given good reason to believe she is. By around the third volume, make it so that Hollyleaf has found that her power is to get cats to "Do The Right Thing"- i.e. what she wants them to do. She sneaks off often to see Sol, who teachs her how to use this power. Her siblings are concerned about this new power, having already gotten a glimpse at what Sol can do, but she's confident that she can only use this power for good. Volume-specific plot happens, Sol manipulates her into causing him to win, she is shocked and horrified, and vows to stick ridgedly to what she knows is right i.e. The Warrior Code

- However, the more fervently she tries to stick to this abstract idea, the less it gives her results, the more her power seems to be failing. Believing that StarClan is taking her power away from her, she becomes caught up in a faith-guilt spiral that puts her in the position to snap at the end of the series. By that point it's clear to her siblings that Hollyleaf has no power- she was just very, very good at persuading people to do what she wanted.

FIVE

- Lionblaze is a girl now because I Said So. This Cat Is Trans And There's Nothing You Can Do About It.

- Her relationship with Heathertail stays the same- childhood sweethearts who are torn apart as they begin to understand the nature of the societal divides that exist between them.

- This can be used to contextualise the whole "half clan/outsider blood" thing as a cultural contradiction. In reality, inter- and outer- clan relationships aren't at all rare. They can't be, otherwise the whole society would be inbred out of existence in like five generations. But if at least one society of humans can spend a good 200 years pretending Sex Is Bad And Sinful Actually then cats can have persistant cat-racism in the face of all logic. Heathertail clocks this contradiction, Lionblaze doesn't.

- Her relationship-to-power arc doesn't need changing all that much either, other than starting much sooner and being more consistent. At first, she's completely overjoyed by her power, since unlike her siblings, it lines up so well with her ambition- become the finest warrior any of the clans have to offer. As the berserker rage aspect becomes more prevelent, she becomes more and more disturbed by the fact that she isn't disturbed by what she can do, and that she doesn't want the escalation of her power to stop.

- Tigerstar still does his thing, but Brambleclaw knows about it. He recognises the signs from when his father used to visit him, and tries to train Lionblaze in his own way. She ends up caught between wanting to be a good warrior, and testing the limits of her power.

SIX

- Jayfeather can stay basically the same because he's my perfect little angy boy and nothing needs to change. His arcs can be strengthened by having a more robust relationship with Yellowfang where they try to out-bitch each other, and coming to terms with his internalised ablism. Maybe he has a chat with Mothwing about faith a couple of times. Him furiously lashing out at being offered help transitions into an acceptence and understanding of his abilities more naturally. He never stops being A Grumpy Old Man.

- All fucking past-lives unexplained time travel goes in the BIN. Doesn't fucking happen. You can have that lore dump sprinkled across the books, or come from going deep into the tunnels and having a surreal meeting. Make it properly eldritch-level scary, shake Jayfeather's confidence in the idea of them being just a bunch of ghosts.

SEVEN

- Have the way Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight present very clearly as parents to the Three be explicitly, textually unusual. One of the things I liked so much about the first series was an almost total lack of emphasis on who was mated with who, and who was related or not. It felt very real to how feral cat colonies form, where raising kittens is a communal job. This gets completely dropped the moment series 2 starts and now the cats have monogamy.

- This emphasis on the family unit and fostering close relationships between parents and kittens is deliberate on the part of both Leafpool and Squirrelflight. Their aim is to cover for Leafpool so she doesn't lose her role as medicine cat- something she already gave up Crowfeather for before she was pregnant.

- In that little bit of backstory, have a robust reason for both Leafpool and Squirrelflight to leave the camp while Leafpool is pregnant and giving birth, possibly one that ties into the present day story in some minor way. I don't know how, it would just make that element of the story a lot more ground than "we left, the kits were born, then we came back and everyone was cool with it"

- When it comes to the "I am Not your mother" reveal, Jayfeather and Lionblaze are confused and hurt that they were lied to, but come to the reasonable conclusion that well, since they were raised mostly by Squirrelflight, saw Leafpool often, and are loved by both, they don't hate her. Lionblaze has something of a crisis over being half-clan, possibly initiating an attempted reunion with Heathertail. Jayfeather is more concerned with how other cats will think it makes him lesser, something he's still sensitive too.

- Hollyleaf, meanwhile, completely fucking snaps at the way her mother Violated Part Of The Code. It's a completely irrational reaction, but expected because she's been growing more and more reliant on The Code for the whole series, and less and less stable in her attempts to aid her clan and train to be its new leader.

- Squirrelflight is the one to murder Ashfur. This is easy to work out while reading- she's literally the only one of the four with a motive who isn't a perspective character. The mystery is less around finding out who did it, and more about why she did it (it's very ambiguous as to whether it was an accident or not). The main tension comes from who finds out when.

- Lionblaze is shocked, awed by how far she'd go to protect the three of them, and reassures her she did the right thing (as a way to salve her own uncertainty over her own longing for violence). Jayfeather makes it all about himself because he's Jayfeather- upset that he didn't know immediately, instead of, you know, figuring it out in a few hours because he can basically read minds. They try their best to hide it from Hollyleaf, who is already rattling around the final volume as a full-on antagonist, but are unsuccessful. This almost costs them something incredibly important- possibly Squirrelflight's life.

EIGHT

- the whole plot with the Tribe Of Rushing Water is a MASSIVE can of worms that could be removed from the series without issue. As it is:

- Characterize the Tribe as uncertain of how to fight other cats, because yes, they haven't had to do this before. DON'T characterise them as pathetic, doing whatever their leader says without thinking, and with ancestors who have Given Up

- Have some of the Tribe be really good at the violence. Worryingly good. Have others be sickened by what they're being asked to do.

- Have some of the clan cats reflect on what they've done. Hollyleaf would be all for introducing this society to jesus The Code, but even she might be horrified at being thanked by a tribe cat who can't wait to get out there and win themselves glory, only to be killed a few hours later

- The Tribe begin a new tradition of marking the walls in the mud they use as camoflage in order to commemorate their battles, and memorialise the fallen. One of the characters reflects on the fact that in a generation or two, the Tribe will feel like it's always been this way. How many of their own traditions- those that feel almost like natural law- started out the same way?

- Have Sol as the leader of the invaders, or maybe having insinuated himself into the tribe as a "mediator" and doing his charismatic cult leader thing.

NINE

- Cinderheart isn't a reincarnation of Cinderpelt. She's just named after her bc Cinderpelt saved her mother from a badger. this is because I think the reincanation thing is stupid and I can't think of a way to make it good.

TEN

- No more using tails as hand gestures like covering people's mouths. Never. None of it. It's expunged from existence.

Disclaimer: I haven't read Omen of the Stars yet, so I can't account for anything that might happen in that series that's grounded in Po3. I'm like... two thirds of the way through the first volume. I'm Not Impressed.

[gone-daddy-gone]

Okay but overstimulated incel Kenma... maybe you let him dry hump you because it was easier than stopping him, but you eventually get tired of it and he’s came so many times against you so you try to pull away but he stops you, if you didn’t want it you shouldn’t have let him get this far.

 Part two kinda? To my fic here

Rating: 18+

TW: rape, misogyny, abuse, hint of Stockholm syndrome if you squint

Word Count: 1,603

Tags: @the-grimm-writer, @kelnawrites, @thatgoth-bitch

 He’s been at it for a while. Just humping your ass like no tomorrow. He’s came at least three times, but here he was, humping like a dog in heat. He disgusted you to the very core of your being. However, you learned early on that it was easier to give him what he wanted than to argue. He wasn’t always like this, a sexist, rapist freak. Kenma used to be so sweet you. Used to bring you flowers that he found unique, he claimed they reminded him of you as he would place them in your hair. You missed that kenma, you missed your best friend. Not this freak that forced himself on you, telling your other best friend to join in; laughing at you as you begged for them to stop, or at the very least just slow down a bit.

“Kozme....are you done yet.” You whined out against the pillows he shoved your face into.

“Shut up bitch.” He commanded you, accompanied by a harsh smack to your ass. You let out another whimper into the pillows. You had gotten used his routine. He would tell you to come over to his house or he was going to tell everyone in school that you gagged on his balls like a slut. Maybe even tell your parents. He had the pictures to prove it, so you had no other choice to come into his familiar basement and take it like a bitch. His bitch.

“You’re so worthless...” You heard him pant into your ear. “The only thing you’re good for is taking my cum. That’s the only thing you’ll ever be good for...” You closed your eye and cringed, feeling him take your hand and put it down his pants.

“Y-you said that you would only...just...over the clothes...”

“And I lied. I can do whatever I want to you, and you know that. I own you.” He whispered the last part hot and heavy in your ear canal. You just nodded your head and began to move your head up and down his shaft. Letting your little fingers twirl around the tip, you knew how he liked it by now. He let his head fall back at the contact you gave him, letting out another wail of pleasure.

“Fuck...use your mouth.”

“But kenma...” First rule he taught you, never talk back. There was a loud echo in the basement as his open palm made harsh contact with your face. You stifled a whimper before turning around. Placing your hands on the hem of his pants and slowly tugging it down.

“That’s right...do as I say...if you would just learn this wouldn’t be so difficult.”

You nodded your head, giving him a few shallow pumps with your hand. You take your tongue out of your mouth and give the head of his penis a few swirls. He gripped the back of your head, his slender fingers tugging the strands out; you couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering. If he wouldn’t hit you, or maybe if his cock wasn’t be forced into your mouth you would of asked him to be nicer. That merciful Kenma, however, was long gone. You pushed your tongue underneath his base, bobbing with a steady rhythm.

“Fuck, that’s it. Just like that.” His grip didn’t let up despite you doing an excellent job. In fact he let his other hand slide into your shirt, pinching your nipple making you let out a small moan into his crotch. He just chuckled, mumbling to himself more than to you. “Someone’s sensitive...” He continued playing with your body like you were a toy. Pinching and pulling, growing and twisting as he pleased. You found yourself squishing your thighs together, desperate for some sort of release of the tention he was forcing upon you.

“Aw, do you want me to touch you? Hmm, do you want to cum?” You let out a small moan, into his crotch. He tugged on your hair even harder, humping himself deeper into your mouth. “That’s a good girl...always so good for me. Ah- fuck, lay down I’m gonna fuck you now.” With glazed over eyes, you pull yourself off of him, laying flat on the bed. He spread your legs using both of his hands on either side of your thighs. You blinked away the tears, watching intently as he rubbed himself on you folds, trying his best to suppress the ever forming smirk dawning on his features.

“You’re wet.” You just let your head go back into the pillows. You didn’t need to look to know he was right. No matter how many times your mouth says no, your body is always willing to get fucked like a rag doll. “You’re all the same...you women...always claiming you don’t wanna be raped but when a man forces himself on you...here you are dripping and quivering at the thought of cumming.”

You look off at the wall, trying to block out whatever sexist thing he was degrading you with. You smiled, just a little bit, for what was staring back at you was you and Kenma at the lake you two would vacation at all those years ago. You remembered being to scared to swing off of the tire swing, it was about a ten foot drop after all. Kenma still laughed at you and called you a baby though. Telling you that if you didn’t go he was going to smash your lunch. Oh, the good old days.

You were pulled out of your daydream with another harsh smack across your face. “Hey bitch! Look at me when I defile you.” Oh, that’s right, you were being raped by your best friend. You lazily look at him, eyes half lidded and one starting to go shut from the constant abuse. “Maybe if you weren’t born a woman this wouldn’t be happening to you.” Ah yes now he was victim blaming you. Because you asked to be born a woman, right? You felt him shove himself inside of you, you stuttered on your breath as you tried to make yourself become accustom to him. His fingers found their way on your delicate throat as he tightened them before rapidly pounding into you. You let out a broken moan after each deliciously painful snap of his hips into yours. “Look at you...underneath me and moaning...like a woman's job is.” You sighed, nodding your head for the sole purpose of pleasing him, which was exactly what he wanted. What he knew you would do.

 You think you could take the sexist talk from anyone, in fact being a woman growing up where you grew up that kind of “boy talk” wasn’t unheard of. Yet here you were growing to hate yourself, your body, the way you speak. You didn’t know that for so long, this was how Kenma really felt about you and other women. Envisioning asking him if you were the only woman he did this to was always accompanied by a harsh smack to your face. Not like he wouldn’t hit you for fun anyways...

 You felt his fingers, lazily drawing circles in you clit. It was almost worse than if he would just let you be in pain, to not get off on him. You pushed aside the shame, moaning out his name so passively. He groaned back at you, coming down to suck and nibble on your neck. The harsh nipping coming in perfect time with his assaults to your pussy. With your hands above you, entrapped underneath nothing but your own mental shackles you clawed at your palms hard enough to draw blood. 

 “Ah fuck- I hate that I love a woman...and it’s you.” You whimper at the back handed compliment. At this point, you would take any bit of kindness or praise he would show you. Only making you feel more like the docile woman he so desperately wanted you to being. The squeeze of your throat causing your eyes to roll back and let your body follow up with the rhythm of Kenma’s hips. You both were close, at least that was what you hoped. He had been cumming for at least forty five minutes. With another swirl, a little jack hammering into your tight pussy and another slur of cursing your existence you came hard around him. The gushy walls of your pussy tightening into a vice grip as he pushed through the ecstasy of it all. Pounding a few more times like some sort of animal. His fingers found their way into your hair, harshly yanking your head back causing you to yelp out in pain, this only caused him to get more giddy as he yanked even harder. You felt yourself begin to cry again, your chest now right in his face as your eyes were now forced to an adjacent wall. His mouth, more specifically his teeth, found their way to your nipples and began to bite into them. This caused you to cry out again, shaking and begging for mercy. He just laughed and continued to abuse you. Your legs tried to shut with him still inside of you. Your body trying to stop the pain circuiting through it. The pain was intense, but lucky for you not lengthy. You felt his last few hits, low and slow before he finished you inside of. Stilling himself inside of you, he let your hair go. You lifted your head, only to be met with those seemingly sweet brown eyes he had. 

 “A-are you done Kozume?” 

 “No.” You let out a silent wail as you felt him get hard again.

[supernovafeather]

The Unexpected Hero

Nathan Bateman x F!Reader

Warnings : mention of sex, periods, pain caused by periods, mention of blood, side effect of medication (you're high your Highness), mention of toxic shock syndrom (just mentioned and not experienced), fluff, swearing.

It's short, it comes out of nowhere, it took me less than an hour to write but here it is. 😂

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Warmth is something precious that you cherish under this blanket, more precisely on your belly. Nathan created a heating pad lasting for much longer than any other one and you feel grateful for this.

"You should patent your invention," you mumble at the form laying by your side. "You would save the lives of so many women. It's wonderful. I even sleep better than ever."

"Fuck me I'm screwed," he sighs as you turn your head towards him, an eyebrow raised at his face staring at the ceiling. "Half of mankind will spend its time in bed for several days in a row."

"Not at the same time, only women in age and able to have this biological torture, and you would make their life easier. Do it Nathan. It doesn't even cost anything."

His only answer is a kiss on your forehead before he reaches for your belly under the blanket, his hand resting on the hot spot. Such a gesture makes a smile animate your face, your own fingers soon entertwined with his. This asshole of a man can be so soft sometimes. Better and more willing to help you than any corporation doing it for money.

"I love you Nathan, you're my genius," he claim before closing your eyes again, snuggling deeper into the mattress.

A groan leaving his lips and you start smiling again as a trail of kisses appears on your temple, his pouting voice sounding funny for some reason.

"I'm bored without you to turn me on in my lab every seconds," he mumbles sadly as his thick and dark beard scratches your shoulder. "I want my good girl back fully recovered."

"Your good girl is in her Ovaries Warrior period of her months, let her chill out with your wonderful invention coming straight out your wonderful brain wonderful man."

"Ok next interview with boring dumbass journalists I'll call you Ovaries Warrior. Sounds pretty fucking epic for a comics character."

"There will be fanfictions of me telling disgusting sex and periods jokes with Deadpool and we would try to offend everyone on the street. Even during fights to distract our enemies," you say in a slurred voice as you feel sleep coming back at you suddenly. "I would be a new feminist symbol and religious groups would boycott my comics books because they don't want their children to be educated on this matter because they say it's immoral and disgusting and not appropriate and I'll be an icon, symbol of resistance against oppression, just thanks to you."

"You took your medication, right ?"

A dumb smile erupts on your lips as you nod before yawning noisily, your artificially peaceful mind causing words to fly out of your mouth under the mischievous gaze of your boyfriend.

"Ovaries Warrior would be kicking asses easily and of course she wouldn't be disgusted by blood. Her origin story is that as a teenager she suffered so much from cramps during her periods that her body developed the ability to resist all kind of suffering. She still feels it but can overcome it and it gives her more strength during fights."

"Only during her periods ? She wouldn't fight often. That's a fucked up power."

"No unfortunately she has to suffer all the time or at least 90% of the time. But she is lucky because her boyfriend, a genius creating robots, helps her controlling her power when she can no longer bare it. And he created robots too. Did I say he creates robots ? Because he creates robots you know, like a guy building robots."

He snorts at this, kissing your hairline once before the tip of your nose, his fingers stroking your cheek.

"I fucking love it when you're high," he taunts as he witnesses the way your face starts pouting again. "The new medication works well."

"Oh yeah and she suffers from drug addiction and she survived a toxic shock syndrome caused by low quality tampons. So she sworn to fight against capitalists who made money out of women needing sanitary products and makes them as cost-effective as possible so put them in danger."

He hums at this, surrounding your sore body with his strong arms as he presses further against you while keeping the heating pad on your painful belly.

"She would be the strongest woman on Earth no doubt about it, she would kick asses."

"She would have the power to transfer her pain to men refusing to understand and making fun of her."

"That's torture but that's cute. As long as her boyfriend never suffers from it of course."

"Exactly," you add lazily as his fingers stroke your hair gently. "But he'll never have to feel this pain because he understands it. And he's too clever to ignore these problems. And he's funny too, joking around with her and Deadpool about sex, periods and poop. Yeah some poop jokes for diversity in humour. That's great."

"You need to sleep, badass warriors torturing people have to feel great to win against capitalism," he scoffs before nuzzling your cheek. "I didn't think I would incite a feminist revolution in comics but here we are."

"I'll forget everything once I wake up so write it somewhere honey," you grunt faintly before letting a brutal snore out, making Nathan laugh loudly.

"She also has the skill of deafening her opponents by snoring, that's not fucking common for female characters," he mumbles with a smile as he leaves the bed and your unusual loud snores behind him.

[tachosnachos]

*Breathe in* *Breathe out*

Really funny how true beauty is suddenly expected to be more than just kdrama, suddenly it’s supposed to be “realistic”. Every other female lead in any other kdrama finds it hard to move on from male lead, but Jugyeong is supposed to be more than just any other female lead and move on. Right? You know just get up and leave as if it wasn’t made known for the past 14 episodes who she was going to end up with. It’s not believable but it is believable too, you guys act like there aren’t people who are still hung up on their first love. People can end up liking their first love too, you know. We saw the same trope in start up, heck we’ve seem this since boy over flower. Lee Min Ho does the same following/stalking female lead because male lead is jealous trope in almost all his dramas. All your favourite male actors have probably done it once. Han Ji Pyeong followed Dal Mi too in start up and he’s second lead. What’s supposed to be comedic is suddenly turned into something really dark, when it came to suho. All male leads ever in Kdrama history does it, but Suho is a criminal. Suho deserves jail. Wow. Jail must be home to a lot of male characters then. We see this star crossed lovers, first love, fairy tale love story, main characters can’t live without one another shit in every freakin kdrama and chic flick movies. But all of a sudden we’re choosing to analyse these characters “realistically”. If jugyeong was to be “realistic”, she probably won’t end up with either seojun and suho. Suho because he broke her heart, and seojun because she doesn’t see him that way. She’ll probably go off with someone else. I don’t know about you, but I watch romance series and kdrama for the reason they are “unrealistic”. Because frankly, reality is sad.

Kdrama isn’t supposed to be realistic, it’s supposed to act like a fairy tale. If we’re lucky, they’ll throw in some complex characters that we can relate to. If we’re lucky, we’ll be able to learn a moral or two. You guys have hated every single developement of Sujin and Suho’s character, whether it’s good or bad, even though most of the things they do are “realistic” for people who have trauma and abuse. But god forbid, the writers follow what every other drama does and pair the female lead with the male lead. You really can’t be satisfied, can you? If you watch through viki, the title song literally shows suho and jugyeong standing across each other. Are you seriously suprised that he’s main lead? If you guys really hate shows that are “unrealistic” then I think Kdrama is not the right genre for you. Heck, I don’t think any american romance series like gossip girl and vampire diaries is the genre for you. Are there kdramas that doesn’t follow this trope? Of course, a lot. Bunch of them. But that’s not the kind of drama True Beauty is. If Seojun was male lead, they’ll probably make him do the similar things like being jealous and all. That’s just kdrama. If people start to take the show personally, you’re definitely not going to enjoy it. You’re supposed to take it to with a grain of salt. Take the good things you’ve learned from it. Are we really going to keep focusing on the love triangle, when you could learn so much from how complex the characters are?

Am I mad a lot of people like Han Seojun? Not at all. You are entitled to like whoever you want. I have also had second lead syndrome in other dramas, but as I upset as I am, I still respected the female lead’s feelings and choice. The fact that you guys started bashing the writers and other casts just because things don’t get your way is ridiculous. Have I ever been frustrated with a character and the writers? Plenty of times. But I do not nitpick on the character as if the character’s just bad and nothing more. When Jugyeong chose seojun in webtoon, I respected her choice to move on. I didn’t hate on the writer, I didn’t bash on the stans. I even agreed with some of the point seojun stans made. But that doesn’t give me the right to belittle the work and effort these people have put on the characters and the story. Was I frustrated of the lack of development webtoon jugyeong had? yes, but because of that I stopped reading the webtoon a bit until I see things develop.

No Seojun is not superior, they all are superior. Every character is written mindfully, so much that if you take one character out the story just won’t be the same. Imagine if the show is only seojun, all about seojun and how much of a good person he is. You’re telling me the story won’t be boring? They all play a part in the story, heck even Chorong and Taehoon is well written. Imagine if they’re not in the show? Who would fill in the gap that seyeon left in Suho and Seojun’s life?

Are we not entitled to like characters too? You guys treat us as if we’re stupid for liking suho or sujin or jugyeong. If you really needed me to state the reason why I like suho, then sure. I like his character because I relate to his character a lot. I reflect on myself when I watch his character. Don’t call me stupid for being more compassionate or understanding to his character because I’m trying to analyse why he does what he does. If I wanted to pick out every bad thing seojun has said, like ppl do to suho, I could. But I won’t, because I too like seojun’s character and I don’t want to make myself hate him. Heck, I even wanted more of seojun in the last episode so I could properly say goodbye to his character.

Is it the best drama in the world? probably not. Is it the most well written? No. But you can give your opinion and criticism without bashing the characters, demonizing the characters, hating on the writers and people who have different opinions. Be fair when you’re comparing your bias, every character has a flaw. Yes, I’m teamsuho but I don’t claim suho to be this devine perfect character. No, he can be stupid. And yes, seojun is a good person, but he’s not perfect either. Respect that despite his stupidity, jugyeong loves suho and wants to be with him. If you hate it so much, don’t watch. Hwang In Yeop has other dramas you can watch, or you can wait for his next drama. If you like Seojun and Jugyeong’s relationship, binge on season 2 of the webtoon or replay all their scenes together in the drama. There’s plenty of scenes there. And this goes to not only seojun stans, but suho stans as well. Not every show is going to go the way you want it.

And to conclude, it was fun seeing and reading everyone’s thoughts on the characters. It was a fun month, a whirlwind too. Wake me up when jugyeong finally have some character development in the webtoon, that I would really like to see. Peace.

[gaia-cove]

Name: Sienna Adams Gender pronouns: she/her Age: 32 Occupation: Wedding dress designer Hometown: Cardiff, Wales Amount of time on the island: 3 months Face Claim: Jenna Coleman

Bio: (Triggers: death, pregnancy, divorce )

Sienna Adams had it all, until the day she lost everything, but to make sense of everything that happened we should probably start from the beginning. Born in Cardiff, Wales, she never really got to know her hometown before her family moved to London instead when the girl was only two years old. So actually she considers herself to be a London girl at heart, never growing up with the accent that Cardiff would have given her she instead sounded entirely southern. The middle child she has an older sister as well as a younger brother - piggy in the middle - except she never felt like she had any kind of middle child syndrome. If anything the Adams’ children were lucky to gel pretty well all together despite their differences as well as the age gap between them. Sienna was never exceptional at school but she did what she had to do to get by, always popular thanks to being tall, slim, pretty, and charismatic she was lucky enough to sail through with a solid group of friends by her side. At sixteen she changed schools to attend the College of Fine Art because without a shadow of a doubt art was her favourite subject, not to mention the one she was best at. It was on the understanding that once she’d done her two years of focused art tuition she would go to university to study something more ‘sensible’ and making the deal with her parents the whole family were delighted when at seventeen Sienna was accepted into the University of East Anglia to study Journalism. Everything seemed to be going so smoothly, with the odd hiccup here and there in the shape of messy breakups with high school boyfriends and the tattoo she got on her sixteenth birthday without telling her parents, and to most outsiders the Adams family were a solid unit who wouldn’t be shaken by anything because no matter what they would be united in it. 

Sienna had been away at university hundreds of miles away from London when she got the news of her parents car crash, everything seeming to dissolve in a matter of seconds. Racing back to the capital so she could be with her siblings the three of them processed their grief in their own ways but Sienna was steadfastly there for them both regardless. Even when Rhiannon became distant as a way of dealing with what had happened the younger sister still stood by her so that anytime she asked for a helping had she was there to give it to her without question. Losing her parents left a hole in Sienna she wasn’t sure how to fill for a while, choosing to throw herself into her journalism degree with a passion since for her to do it was what she saw as their last wish. It was the best way to honour the people who she loved more than anything. Despite being born of pain the outcome actually stood her in stead because straight out of her three years of university she was hired by a top London magazine from the Conde Nast group. Sure, it wasn’t The New Yorker which was the publication she dreamed of writing for, but her position as a junior assistant at Vanity Fair was nothing to sniff at. It was actually this turn of events that showed the woman she could combine her love of art and journalism at the same time, happily climbing the ranks at the magazine while learning as much as she could about fashion. Specifically drawn to wedding dress styles and fashions, as they changed and evolved. 

She started to toy with designing her own wedding dresses from the age of twenty seven, sketching them up before making a couple of the designs up herself, even if it was a painstakingly slow process that resulted in a lot of broken sewing machine needles and frustrations. When her older sister asked her to design her wedding dress however was when a big step was taken by Sienna and she fully embraced a change in career. She went from working at Vanity Fair to a couple of years later having one of her designs featured in the publication, the tides had truly turned and she’d found what she was meant to be doing with her life. Another big change in her life was when she met the man who was destined to be her husband in a bar on a work night out, not expecting anything from their little flirtation, he went on to surprise her and the two became close. Fast. Before Sienna Adams knew what was happening she was wearing a large diamond ring on her left hand and was designing her own wedding dress to wear. There might have been a huge gap where her parents should have been that day but otherwise it was the happiest day of her life because she was getting to pledge the rest of her life to the man she loved. The next step? For them to have a family. A year and a half ago along with a nasty bout of morning sickness the couple found out they were expecting their first baby together, a little boy they decided to call Freddie. If anything the pregnancy was too smooth and Sienna should have suspected something bad was coming her way but she didn’t, instead she was smug in her #blessed situation. It was nauseating to many of her friends who were going through rough pregnancy experiences of their own. 

Then for the second time in her life the woman was smacked in the face by unforeseen tragedy, and this time it changed the course of her life forever. On August 13th 2020, Freddie Carson was born at The Portland Hospital in London after a thirty two hour labor that had truly tested his mother’s ability to cope, but that didn’t matter because he was her beautiful baby boy and he was finally here. Then everything started to happen impossibly fast but in slow motion at the same time. Her little boy managed to cling onto life for only seven minutes before he passed away in his mother’s arms and it was the day Sienna Adam’s finally broke. The following weeks she barely spoke, literally propped up by her family to get through the funeral, her husband and herself rapidly drifted apart. Within six months he was filing for divorce from his wife thanks to a relationship that had entirely broken apart. Gone from something so loving to a cacophony of bickering and fighting the man couldn’t see any way back. His wife was no longer the woman he’d married and the heartbreak they had endured was apparently just too much for their relationship to withstand. Sienna felt like she had nothing left and it brought on a creative block when it came to her designing, too painful to be creating dresses for the happiest day in a woman’s life when she felt like all the joy had been sucked out of her own.

It was on a trip to visit her sister and extended family in Gaia Cove that it was suggested by Rhiannon she separate herself from the things she had lost in London and instead put down roots in the Californian town surrounded by her family. With nothing to go home to the woman agreed, which was how she found herself living in Glen Ellen and working at the Castillo’s wine bar as the manager until she found the inspiration within herself to go back to designing. She was trying, her entire apartment was covered in half finished sketches, but nothing seemed to be flowing properly. Nothing seemed to be coming together. Despite being a shadow of her former self to anyone who knew Sienna before she was hit with a plethora of heartache the woman is still a bubbly, sweet person who is desperately trying to move past the events of her past. Every so often she will be pulled back by bouts of depression, even if she is on medication that is meant to help, occasionally the pain is just too much for her to cope with. Resorting back to some unhealthy coping mechanisms she will look for comfort in food, alcohol, or even drugs. Although nothing harder than weed if truth be told, which she occasionally enjoys with her big sister at some of their more ‘grown up’ sleepovers. All Sienna wants is to find a way to be defined by who she is and not what she’s been through, but when grief is eating away at you at every turn it’s sometimes hard to find a way. 

Sienna is played by Indi

[javier-djarin]

Feels Like Yesterday: Chapter 1

Ship: Frankie Morales x Elena Bohannon (OC)

Rating: M

Word Count:  5,035 Words

Warnings: Language

Masterlist

Summary: It’s been 10 years since Frankie and Elena have seen each other. But everyone is coming into town for Elena’s brother’s wedding, and Santiago has a few plans up his sleeve.

A/N: The moon and sun story that I used can be found here. I’ve really enjoyed writing this fic so far, so I hope you like this part! As always, translations for any Spanish phrases will be at the bottom. Please let me know what you think and if you want to be in my tag list!!

“There once was a moon, as beautiful as can be, only the stars could fathom, but the sun could not see.”

10 years later

The sun shone through the curtains in her apartment, beams dancing across her face and kissing her awake. She could almost feel the warmth of the early August morning. Her eyes fluttered open and she rolled over to look away from the sun as she stretched across her bed. It was empty. Lazily, she reached out farther across her expensive Egyptian Cotton sheets looking for him, but he'd obviously left. Elena sat up and stretched, running her hand through her messy locks and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She grabbed her glasses off the nightstand before slipping out of bed. Her master bedroom was a disaster from the night before. Clothes thrown everywhere, blankets on the floor. She smiled at the memory; no wonder she was still so tired.

Wrapped in her robe, she walked on to her balcony that was littered with box gardens and plant pots, the flowery aroma overpowering the smell of the city below. After years of hard work, she finally was able to afford the apartment that overlooked Central Park. Well, it also helped that her boyfriend had such a stable and high paying job as an executive for HarperCollins. But she was able to afford this apartment before they moved in together. She did it all on her own. “You’d be proud of me, Papa,” she said looking up at the sky, pretending he was looking down at her, smiling. 

She felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around her, pulling her close against his body as he peppered her with kisses on the back of her neck. “I love waking up to this,” he said.

Elena turned around in his arms, wrapping her own around his neck. His dark hair was still unruly from the night before. She looked into his green eyes and kissed him lightly. “Good morning to you too,” she said, “I thought you already left for work to finish some expense reports.”

He shook his head. “I decided not to go in today. I can work from here. But,” he smiled, “I did make us breakfast.”

She groaned. “How did I get so lucky?”

He kissed her. “I think I should be asking that.” He kissed her again, burying his face into her neck. “Breakfast is ready, but I think I would much rather try that thing we did last night again.”

Elena chuckled. “Can I get some food in my system first, before we satisfy your appetite, Liam?”

He growled. “As always, you win.” He led her back into the apartment to the small breakfast he’d made. He handed her a plate. “Your mother called this morning. She wanted to know what time our flight landed tomorrow.”

Elena sighed. “I sent her our inventory.”

Liam laughed. “I think she just misses us and was looking for an excuse to call. Now that your brother is getting married, I think she’s getting empty nest syndrome.”

She agreed. After her father died, her mother devoted her entire time to her kids. It wasn’t until after she graduated college did her mother finally remarry, Mr. Garcia at that. At the wedding, she and Santi joked about how they always felt like siblings anyway, so why not make it official. There was one person she’d hoped to see there, but he never showed. Apparently, he was off on assignment, whatever that meant. Since then, she, Santiago, and her two siblings, David and María, had moved on with their lives. Her childhood house was completely empty except for her mother and stepfather.

Elena took a bite. “I’ll call her when I get home tonight,” she said. Liam looked at her confused. “It is Sunday, dear,” she added, “Cal and I go shopping and get lunch every Sunday.”

He nodded. “I completely forgot.”

There was a knock at the door. “That’ll be him,” she said. She took another bite before getting up. She opened the door. “You’re early,” she said, hugging him.

“No, you slept in.” He looked at her and then to Liam with a raised eyebrow. “Late night?”

She slapped his shoulder. “I’ll go get ready. Can you two behave while I’m gone?”

Liam turned in his chair to watch her run down the hallway. “Only if he plays nice.”

She scoffed and ran off to get dressed.

***

Santiago drove to the airport, waiting for his brothers to get off the plane. He could hear them before he could see them. “Oh, fuck you, Benny,” he heard Ironhead say. Benny ran ahead of them away from his brother laughing. Redfly was right behind them shaking his head. Santiago was looking past them for Cat, but he was clearly taking his time. He hadn’t been back to San Antonio for close to a decade, and he knew Frankie was feeling every emotion he left behind all at once. 

“Pope!” Benny exclaimed as he ran to him. “We didn’t think you’d make it. Figured you were still down in South America hooking up with hot ‘informants’.”

He laughed. “Fuck you, Benny.” 

Benny held his hands up in surrender. “Man, what have I done to get such love from my brothers.” 

They each took their turns giving Santi a brotherly hug before heading to baggage claim. He grabbed Will by the arm to stop him. “Where is he?”

Will looked back the direction they came. “He’s in the bathroom. He has been a wreck the entire trip home.”

“I expected half as much,” Santi added.

“What happened here?”

He sighed and saw Frankie coming, still wearing that baseball cap she gave him years ago. “He fucked everything up, and he’s about to face it all this week.”

“He was talking in his sleep on the plane,” Will said, “he kept talking to someone named Luna.”

Santiago let out a soft laugh. “Those fuckin’ nicknames.” He looked up at Ironhead, who was confused. “Don’t tell him he did that.”

“You got it, man.” He slapped him on the shoulder and walked off.

Frankie slowly walked over to Santi and gave him a long brotherly hug. “It’s about time I get you back here,” he laughed. 

“I shouldn’t be here,” he said, “and I sure as hell shouldn’t be going to David’s wedding.” He looked like he was about to lose his lunch.

Santiago sighed. “She’s moved on,” he said, “I told you that. She’s happy in Manhattan with her boyfriend. Honestly, they’re probably going to get married before too long. She’s done hating you...probably.” He knew deep down that she was going to be pissed off that Frankie was back, but he was tired of seeing both of them hurting. Every time she came home, she’d walk around her mother’s house and turn down photos of her and Frankie. She hardly ever addressed him by name. Even after all these years, no matter how much she would deny it, Santiago knew she was still in love with Frankie, as he was with her.

Frankie nodded, wanting to believe him. But he knew better. The minute they would see each other, she would come over to him and give him a piece of her mind. “Even if you told me in a letter, I would be pissed, but at least I knew. Besides, I’d see you again, because you’re not just going to abandon me.” That’s what she had said, not knowing the truth. And he did exactly that. He left and once he heard she was dating some guy from her college, and it had gotten pretty serious, he never came back. He couldn’t handle the thought of losing her. Now, he was going to have to face it, because the whole gang was back together and going to her brother’s wedding. “When was the last time you saw her?” He asked, his voice cracking.

“I came home for Dad’s 60th last fall, and she was down here for the whole week.”

“How - how was she?”

Santi looked at him, and slung his arm around his shoulder. “She’s good. Really good. And she’s happier than I’d seen her in years. For a while, I thought you’d broken her for good. But…” he caught himself, not wanting to bring up Liam just yet. “You’ll see on Saturday.”

Frankie shook his head. “I don’t know if I’m going to go. I don’t think seeing her for the first time in a decade at her brother’s wedding is a good idea.”

“Then, I’ll set up something at the house. A bonfire or something, like old times.”

He shook his head again. Frankie looked over to Benny, Will, and Tom. “Maybe just sticking with them for the week will help.”

Santiago shook his head. “You can’t avoid her forever.”

“No, but I can try.”

***

Elena was sitting with Cal at a little cafe, looking through her bags. “Thanks for helping me find a dress for the rehearsal dinner,” she said, “I was about to just show up in my slip.”

He smiled at her and laughed. “Oh, of course. So, now that David is getting married, I guess that leaves you,” he smiled.

She blushed. “You would think, but he hasn’t even acted like he has plans.”

He sipped on his glass of Merlot. “Girl, if the two of you have known each other for as long as you say, I’m sure he’s just trying to find the right moment to propose. Maybe he will take you to an old childhood spot when you’re home and pop the question.” 

Cal was suddenly lost in his fantasy, planning out her life, when her phone rang. They both looked at the caller ID photo and saw Santiago’s face. Cal swooned. He’d had the biggest crush on him when he went home with her as her date to her mother’s wedding. The same weekend Elena and Liam reconnected. “Please answer so I can hear his voice.”

She laughed and answered the phone. “Hey, Santi, ¿qué pasa?”

“Hola, ‘lena. Mama says you’re coming in tomorrow?”

“Sí. Liam and I are taking a morning flight.” She could hear his breathing start to pick up. “Santi, ¿qué pasa con usted?”

“I think it’s better if you hear from me.” He paused and took a deep breath. “I don’t have much time, because they’ll start to wonder where I am.”

“Hey, Pope! Hurry up. Cat is taking us fishing and we are waiting on you,” She heard a family voice of one of his army buddies exclaim in the background. Cat-Catfish. Frankie was home.

Elena froze and looked through Cal with tears in her eyes. She could see Frankie sitting across from her in that diner telling her how he felt without ever actually saying anything, and then suddenly her heart broke again. She gasped. “Santi…”

“It’s my fault,” he said, “I told him to come. It’ll be good for both of you.”

“You know I never want to see him again, and so you told him to come to David’s wedding?”

Santiago sighed. “That’s why I called. To warn you. Look, he’s just as terrified as you are.”

“I’m not terrified. I’m pissed. What kind of nerve does he have thinking he could come to my brother’s wedding?”

“Elena, I love you. You’re my sister in every sense of the word. This was bound to happen eventually. Besides, David invited him.”

She refused to respond to him.

“Look, my old Squad is here. David invited them all too, since he got to know them over the years. They’ll help me keep Frankie preoccupied, if you really don’t want to see him.”

She could feel herself about to lose control. All she could muster was, “I’ll see you at the rehearsal, Santi. Love you.”

Elena slammed the phone down and buried her face in her hands. Cal sat in silence, waiting for her to say something. Instead, she grabbed her phone and dialed Rae. “Hello!” Her voice sang over the phone.

“Did you know?” She asked dryly.

“Well, hello to you too, Sunshine.”

“Rae. Did you know Santi told Frankie to come to David’s wedding?”

She gasped and didn’t speak for a minute. “He did what? I swear I didn’t know, and we had lunch the other day! Why the fuck would he do that?”

Elena let out a few tears. “Why the fuck is he home? Ten years. I have gone ten fucking years without having to deal with him, and so he chooses now to come back?”

Rae waited for her to calm down. “Does he know about you and Liam?”

She let out an exasperated sigh. He was the last person she wanted to see. “We land tomorrow afternoon. As soon as we drop our stuff off, meet me at the usual.”

“Do you want me to kick Santiago’s ass for being a moron?”

Elena stifled a laugh. “No,” she said, “I want that privilege.”

***

Rae looked at her phone, contemplating on calling Santiago and bitching him out. But she knew he was smart. He did this for a reason. She opened her contacts and clicked on his icon. It rang several times before going to voicemail. “Santi, fucking answer your phone. You’ll never guess who just called me,” she said.

He felt the phone vibrate in his pocket as he looked over to Frankie and Benny in the boat. Will and Tom were sitting up front cracking open beers while the other two prepared the bait. With Santi at the helm, and everyone distracted, he could easily answer the phone. He slid it out of his pocket and saw five missed calls from Rae. “Shit,” he whispered. He looked back at the guys again to make sure they were all preoccupied as he called her back. 

“It’s about fucking time you call me,” she said.

He instantly hit the volume on his phone to turn down the sound. “Not so loud,” he whispered.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind, Santi? This week?”

“Rae, I need to call you back. How about I stop by tonight and explain everything?” he quickly whispered over her yelling.

“Who are you whispering to over there, Pope?” Benny yelled, drawing attention to him.

“Rae, I gotta go.”

“Don’t you dare hang up on me, Garcia!”

He ended the call and turned to Benny and grinned. “That piece of Colombian tail I was chasing before I came home.”

Benny whooped and high fived Santi before sitting back down next to Frankie. “I knew it.”

Pope smiled and turned his attention back to his phone. He quickly sent Rae a text: 

I promise we will talk when I get back. The guys wanted to go fishing. I can’t talk with them right next to me.

She instantly replied: 

You better have a good reason why you brought him here.

***

Cal looked at Elena as she tried to catch her breath. She looked like she’d seen a ghost. He reached across the table and grabbed her hands. “Do you want to tell me what all that was about?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Not really. It’s something from my past I wish would stay buried.”

Cal inhaled and leaned back in his chair. “Obviously it’s not. Whoever this Frankie guy is…” he paused and watched her demeanor instantly change at the mention of his name. “He has you in all sorts of knots.”

A few tears slid down her cheek before she looked up at Cal. “I want to stay mad at him,” she said, “but I know the moment I see him, everything will be forgiven.” She cried into her hands. “I was finally able to move on. I am finally happy with my life. Why does he have to come home and fuck everything up?”

“Who is he?” He motioned for the waitress to bring another bottle.

“Fransisco Morales.” She breathed his name. It had been years since she talked about him to anyone, and saying his name like that made her heart skip several beats. “He was my best friend. He, Liam, and I all grew up together. We were thick as thieves; practically lived with us through middle and high school. We went everywhere and did everything together. Honestly, there was...no is no one that knows me better than Frankie.”

“Not even Liam?” He asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow at her.

She let several more tears slide down her cheek as she drank from her wine glass. “It’s complicated.”

“No, it’s really not.”

Elena took in several deep breaths. “I love Liam. I have my whole life. He’s a good man that I know will never do anything to hurt me. He’s been there for me when others abandoned me.”

“Others meaning this Frankie guy.” Cal crossed his arms and looked at her.

“Frankie,” she took in another deep breath, trying to calm herself, “he hurt me. Bad. Like, cut me deep to the bone, and it took me forever to heal from it.” She grabbed her wallet out of her purse and pulled out a wrinkled, aged envelope that had been folded in half and shoved into the cash section. “The last night I saw him, we had this serious talk about long distance relationships. The entire time, I thought he was talking about someone else, but when I got this in the mail the following week, I realized how dumb I really was.”

Elena handed Cal the letter to read. “And you carry it with you?”

“It’s stupid, I know,” she said, wiping her eyes with her napkin, “but Frankie was the most important person in my life for thirteen years. When my dad died, he was the only one who could keep me together; keep me going. This letter told me everything I ever wanted to know, and it destroyed me. So I carry it around as a reminder of my lowest point. A reminder to never let myself be this weak again.”

Cal read through the letter and gazed back up at her. “Oh, sweetie,” he said, gently folding it back into the envelope. “Do Liam know any of this?”

She shook her head. “He knows that Frankie hurt me, but that’s it. He has no idea about the letter, his feelings for me, or anything.”

He sighed. “Elena,” he began, “you clearly have some unresolved feelings for him as well.”

She vehemently shook her head. “If anything, it’s the hurt and anger I harbored over the better part of a decade.”

“Are you going to tell Liam?” he asked.

“He’s going to see him anyway,” she said, sipping her wine, “but the last time we talked about Frankie…” she trailed off and tried to forget the biggest fight she and Liam ever had. She was sure they would have ended right then and there if it hadn’t been for Rae calling in the middle of it. After that, they never finished that discussion. Never revisited that topic. Frankie was a forbidden name in their house. “Well, we don’t talk about Frankie.”

“I thought the three of you grew up ‘thick as thieves’,” Cal added.

Elena nodded. “That was until about high school. Then everything became a competition. They would only hang out together in our group. Never just the three of us or just the two of them. I knew what was happening, but I never knew how to put a stop to it. I couldn’t choose sides, because they both meant so much to me. That was, until one day when Liam and I had plans. Frankie’s truck stalled in the middle of an intersection, and he was rushed to the hospital after a car struck him. He called me and told me he was fine. Just a broken arm, but I left Liam without a second thought. I burned him, bad. Ever since then, whenever we bring up Frankie, it turns into a huge fight.”

Cal sighed. “Look, if you and Liam really love each other, Frankie won’t come between you at all.”

She started to space out, dissociating from the conversation. She knew what Cal didn’t. Liam was jealous of Frankie. He always was, and he knew that Elena and Frankie had a deep, unspoken bond that couldn’t simply be swept under the rug after ten years.

***

The sun was starting to set, creating beautiful purple and orange clouds across the sky. She stood just outside her apartment complex and looked up with a large smile on her face. “Have you heard the story about the moon and the sun?” she asked Cal, who was starting to wave for a cab.

“What?”

“The sun loved the moon so much that he died every night to let her breathe,” she recited. 

Cal looked at her look at the sky while she continued her story: 

“During the time when Earth was simple, the Sun shone brighter than anything in the sky. He brought everything joy and warmth, but he was lonely in the sky. Then there was the Moon. When the sun would grow tired, she would rise into the sky with her beautiful stars, but her beauty went unnoticed by everything on the earth. As she only shined while they slept. The Stars hoped that one day they could get closer to her so she wouldn’t feel so empty, but they could not. She was untouchable, surrounding herself with a blanket of darkness through the cold nights. One day, the Sun was sliding out of the heavens, and he caught a glimpse of her. She was peeking up, a rare side of her being exposed to the light. So, just as the Stars were wandering into the night, the Sun fell in love like a snowball hurtling down a mountain. How he wished to see her more than the fleeting moments he shared with her at both dawn and dusk. ‘Go,’ she whispered to him one of these nights, her voice as sweet and sorrowful as the last light of morning, ‘Go and let me breathe, for you and I have decided fates. You illuminate the day, and I cast a glow on the night. We will never be. Our connection would go against what all people believe, all they know.’ During the summer he would stay a little longer, just in case she would change her mind. But she would say ‘Don’t you dare abandon your blessing of light for my darkness.’ Those were the last words the Moon was strong enough to speak to the Sun.”

They both stood in silence while she smiled up at the sky, seeing the Moon making her appearance early, and the sun staying just a little longer so he could see her one last time before he disappeared. Cal broke the silence by clearing his throat. “Is that you and Frankie?” he asked.

She blinked her eyes and glanced over to him. “It was our favorite myth my mother used to tell us when we were kids. We joked that he was the Sun and I was the Moon, because he would do everything to make sure I wasn’t alone in my darkness, and I would always try to lift him up so the world never missed out on all the light he could give.”

Cal placed his hand over his heart. “You’re killing me with this,” he said, “be careful this week at home. Call me if you need anything.”

She hugged him. “I will. Love you, dear.”

“Love you, kid.”

She made her way back up to her apartment, where she found Liam sitting in the office working on his expense reports. Elena leaned against the doorframe watching him. She smiled at the sight. His left eye would squint a little every time he’d get frustrated with his work, and she thought it was the most adorable thing she’d ever seen. Her heart soared as she looked at him. Elena wasn’t lying to Cal when she told him how happy Liam made her. After all, they’d been friends their entire lives, and he had been there for her when she needed him most. But, then her mind drifted to Frankie. She’d been in love with Frankie for as long as she could remember. He was her Sol. But the Sun and Moon are not destined to be together. I have to let him go, for good. She thought to herself. 

Cal looked over and saw her standing there. “You’re back early,” he smiled, reaching for her to join him.

She dropped the bags by the door and slid onto his lap, kissing him passionately. He smiled against her lips and returned the favor. “Miss me that much?” he said.

Elena pulled away and looked down at him, with sadness in her eyes. “We need to talk about this week.”

He tensed up. “What’s wrong?”

She took a deep breath. “Santiago called me today,” she began, “and he wanted to warn me that Frankie was going to be there.”

She felt Liam go rigid. He sat there for several seconds, looking past her, with anger in his eyes. When she’d picked Frankie over Liam that fateful day, he’d never forgiven Frankie. Their friendship had ended right then and there. Ever since then, his hatred for Frankie grew, especially when he crushed Elena the way he did. “How do you feel?”

Elena ran her hands down Liam’s chest. “Hurt. Angry. The same emotions I’ve had for the last ten years.”

“I thought you’d moved past this,” Liam said.

“I have, Liam,” she retorted, standing up, “but I never got closure. I deserve that. I have questions that deserve to be answered.”

He rubbed the bridge of his nose before answering. “Why does that matter if you’ve moved on?”

She felt her hands start to shake. “Because, he was such an important part of my life for so long, and losing him the way I did hurt. I want to know why, and if we can still be friends after all this time.”

Liam shook his head and laughed. “It’s never been about ‘being friends,’ Elena. Look, I don’t know what happened between the two of you before he left for bootcamp, because for some reason you won’t tell me, and I have respected that. But we both know that Frankie has been in love with you since the first day you met, and sometimes I think that you loved him too.”

“Liam, whether or not I had feelings for him back then doesn’t matter. Why? Because I love you. I am here now, telling you that he’s back home. I could have hid this from you, but instead I decided to tell you so we could talk about him like reasonable adults.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “I know that you hate Frankie, for reasons I can’t understand. But, please, for me just set that aside. I’m not going anywhere. Put faith in me. Just because Frankie is home doesn’t mean anything.”

He reached out for her hands and held them. He rubbed his thumbs over her knuckles and sighed. “I have faith in you, always,” he said, “but not when Frankie is involved. It’s like you forget everything that doesn’t concern him. He has some sort of hold over you, and you’ll drop everything for him the minute he needs you.”

She didn’t try to argue that, because she knew that Liam was right. It pained her to see Liam suffering the way he was. He was actually afraid that this week, he would lose her. He loved her more than anything, and he knew that with Frankie back in their lives, he would lose the one person he held dear.

***

Rae rolled over and looked at the clock on her night stand. 1:00 AM. The doorbell was constantly being rung at random intervals, and it was driving her nuts. She grabbed an old army hoodie that Santiago let her have when he returned from bootcamp and marched down the stairs. Yanking open the door, she saw Santi standing there with a grin on his face. “You look good in that hoodie,” he chided.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” she asked, obviously annoyed. He let himself into her house and made his way to the kitchen. “Please, come in. Have a drink.”

Santi laughed and made himself a quick drink. “First off, I’m sorry I hung up like I did,” he said, “but Benny was getting suspicious.”

She leaned against the door jam and rolled her eyes. “Why the fuck is Frankie here?”

He took a sip of his whisky and sighed. “You know why,” he added, “Liam isn’t going to make her happy. Frankie is a miserable fuck. They belong together.”

Rae grabbed his drink and took a sip. “She won’t ever trust him again,” she said.

He wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her closer and set the glass on the counter. “You and I both know she will hate herself if she stays with Liam. He’s a good man, but she’s not in love with him.”

“You seriously invited Frankie home to break up Elena and Liam?” Rae laughed and wrapped her arms around Santi’s neck. 

He shrugged and smiled at her. “We both wanted to see this for years. Why are you fighting it now?”

“Because,” she said, “Elena is my best friend, and if she says he’s happy, then I refuse to ruin that.”

Santi kissed her deeply. “What can I do to convince you otherwise?” He grinned and kissed her jaw. “Because she’ll be happier in the long run.”

Rae stopped him, forcing him to look at her. “You’ve done enough,” she said, “we just need to let them settle this on their own, mi amor.”

He laughed at her. “Fine. Whatever you say.” 

She shook her head and turned to walk away, but he stopped her. “¿Puedo pasar la noche?” He asked.

“Si esto termina bien, puedes quedarte a pasar la noche. Hasta entonces, buenas noches, Santiago,” she smiled at him as she left him in the kitchen. “Lock the door on your way out.”

Translations

¿Qué pasa (con usted)? - What’s up (with you)?

¿Puedo pasar la noche? - Can I stay the night?

Si esto termina bien, puedes quedarte a pasar la noche. Hasta entonces, buenas noches, Santiago. - If this ends well, you can stay the night. Until then, good night, Santiago.

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