#doing whatever she wanted because the world was gonna end soon but also Oh. the world’s gonna end soon. no reason to leave a mark

[crimson-nail]

ELENDIRA!

Tell me your thoughts please please please

i like to think that in a world where she did not become jaded and nihilistic that she would’ve been a cat lady. small fickle animal that matches and Returns her energy wouldve earned her respect in a heartbeat. in my modern aus i like to give her a scrappy little kitten she picked up off the street that turns into the most spoiled fluffball with how doting she is. it eats better than her guests. it gets a whole room in her apartment. it wears jewelry so she can match with it. she buys it a fancy salmon dinner the first time it scratches legato

she soon adopts six more.

[maruflix]

  — ★ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄-𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄.

☆ — “BUT YOU WERE SUCH A PRETTY, PRETTY GIRL.”

SYNOPSIS : The very first moment Takiishi Chika laid eyes on you, something stirs deep inside his heart. Was it love, or was it hate? Either way, he knew that you would inevitably be his ruination. FEATURING : Takiishi Chika x f!reader CONTENT : reader is endo’s little sister, sweet!reader, suggestive material at the end

Takiishi Chika’s world is in black and white. He goes through his boring days on autopilot, since nothing ever really warrants even half of his attention. He has to admit (rather begrudgingly) that after meeting Endo Yamato, things have begun to feel more interesting. Only slightly, though. He knows that he’s a detached, nonchalant type of guy, so he’s prepared himself to live the rest of his life in mild disappointment.

Then you appeared.

Small hands hidden beneath the long sleeves of Endo’s black jacket, gripping a cute pastel umbrella tightly, eyes wide and curious and fluttering at him. He notes the panicked expression on Endo's face as he ushers you away despite your protests of ‘Nii-chan, aren’t you gonna come home soon?!’, a hand placed securely around your shoulders in an unfamiliar gentle manner.

“Girlfriend?” When his black haired friend returns, Takiishi can’t quite stop himself from asking dumbly despite already hearing how you addressed Endo earlier. Endo chuckled nervously, rubbing a hand on his nape. The action is, again, uncommon. Especially for Endo.

“Nah, she’s my little sis-” Before Endo can finish his sentence, you are already tumbling back in sight, this time with a can of soda. Grinning, you hold it out towards a grumbling Endo, who takes it from you anyway. “Go home, pipsqueak. I told you not to look for me.” As a response, you merely stuck out your tongue childishly.

“Then come home with me, nii-chan! Come hooomee!” You tug at the sleeves of your brother’s loosely wrapped black yukata.

Once again, Endo glances at Takiishi, worry evident in his eyes. His red-haired friend only stares back silently. But there’s a nagging feeling in his heart that he can’t push down. He focuses his attention back on you. “Yeah, yeah, anything to get you off my ass.” He pries your hands away from his yukata before turning to Takiishi and giving him a small nod.

Endo may be a horrible person, but he’s still a big brother and he does not like the way Takiishi Chika is staring at his sister.

“Wait, wait!” Ignoring your brother’s annoyed ‘haaah?!’, you walk up towards the tall stranger, eyes once again beaming in curiosity. “Hello, you must be nii-chan’s friend! I’m his little sister, nice to meet you!”

Takiishi blinked at you. People normally stay out of his way, making themselves scarce when they catch sight of him. Endo also tries his best not to bother him, letting him do whatever he wants, because Endo knows how much he hates people who get up in his face. But you… you’re standing too close for comfort, and he stills when your hand reaches up to grab his own. A handshake. He hasn’t done one of those in many, many years. He detests the feeling of being touched. But now… 

His eyes flicker to meet yours, eyebrows knitted in annoyance. He wants to push you away, to grip that soft hand of yours and twist your arm until you scream out in pain, to wipe that sweet smile from your face, to wrap a hand around that small throat. But somehow he can’t do anything, not when you’re staring at him with those beautiful eyes that made his breath hitch. Unassuming, unrestrained, unshrinking even when he glares at you with the heat of a thousand suns—

Endo quickly yanks your hand away, his face panicked and eyes blown wide. “Sorry, sorry~ I’ll be taking this one with me!” He wastes no time dragging you with him, practically sprinting away like Takiishi is going to kill him.

Takiishi pauses. Oh, that’s right. He would usually pummel anyone who displeases him even a little bit. Why hadn’t he done that? Turning away, he decides not to overthink it, blaming it fully on how beautiful you looked. He’s just a little shell-shocked, that’s all. It’s not like he’ll meet you again, not when Endo keeps acting like he’d swallow his little sister whole.

So when he sees you again a few days later, he is completely dumbstruck. He thanks the gods that he normally opts not to move around much, because he literally stops walking when he sees you. You’re not wearing one of Endo’s jackets now, but casual clothes that hug your body snugly. Your eyes visibly light up at the sight of him.

Takiishi lets you walk up to him. You ask him where Endo is. Takiishi gives you an answer. You ask him if he can accompany you to look for your brother. Takiishi agrees. Takiishi lets you put a hand around his arm.

He wanted to smack you away, to beat you the same way he beat all those people who dares to get in his way. But you flash him another beautiful smile, and god, he relents. Takiishi Chika would be lying if he says he wasn’t frustrated with how wishy-washy he was, but he’s not one to doubt and regret his actions. He simply blames his actions on your beautiful smile again. Oh, the world and its pretty privilege, right?

When the two of you finally locate Endo, his jaw immediately drops to the floor as he races to separate you from Takiishi, apologizing profusely before dragging you away, flicking you gently on the forehead. Takiishi watches in mild amusement as he realizes something: he doesn’t feel bothered by your touch.

Pouting at your brother who begs you not to bother Takiishi anymore, you stubbornly turn your head to wink at Takiishi before yelling: “Thanks for the help, Takiishi-kun!”

Takiishi Chika’s world explodes in color.

It doesn’t take much effort to find your socials. He convinces himself that he merely wants to know the name of the insolent brat who keeps bothering him. The way your name rolls from his tongue feels so dizzying. He tells himself that it’s just another way to pass the time when he shamelessly stalks your profile for hours. Like you, your social media presence is blindingly bright. Beloved by your family, by your friends, even by the nasty piece of work that is your big brother Endo Yamato. He clicks on the picture of you holding a birthday cake, posing cheerfully with a sulking Endo next to you, captioned ‘my nii-chan bought me a bday cake!!’ and he wonders how it will look like with him next to you instead of your big brother.

Takiishi assures himself that you’re merely a plaything for him to pass time, a new shiny toy that he can just throw away anytime. He doesn’t like girls like you: friendly, cheerful, sweet, sheltered, touchy. If you weren’t such a pretty, pretty girl, he would’ve battered you and left you to die the first time you got all up in his face. But you were such a pretty, pretty girl.

So he lets you hang around him. Despite Endo’s many scoldings to leave him alone, you stuck to his side like glue. He lets you accompany him during walks. He goes into the convenience store when he spots you inside. He snatches your wallet when you’re going to pay, sliding his own money on the counter, convincing himself that he just feels like spending money that day.

The next day, you found him yet again at the abandoned warehouse he often hangs around in. On your hand is a can of soda, the same brand you gave to your older brother the first day he met you. Grinning sheepishly, you tell him that you’re sorry for being too touchy with him. Takiishi wonders why you’re apologizing now, when you’ve been touching him so often that everyone now thinks you’re his girlfriend. As if reading his mind, you rub the back of your neck, telling him that Endo sat you down to lecture you yesterday about respecting other people’s boundaries and that you were lucky Takiishi hasn’t whacked you in the face.

“So... peace offering?”

Finally understanding, he takes the can from your hand and tells you that he doesn’t really mind. It was the truth. He isn’t bothered by your touches, not at all. What bothers him is how unaffected you look. You’re friendly and touchy, sure, but he can never tell if you truly like him or not when you behave the same way around other people. It frustrates him. Do you merely see him as one of your brother’s friends? If so, he wonders what will go through his mind when he finally pins you down. Maybe you will finally shut up. Maybe you will finally look at him with fear in your eyes. Maybe you will finally realize that he…

But now, when he’s holding your wrists with one hand, straddling your thighs, leaning on top of you, all he can think of is how fast his blood is rushing in his ears. Especially when you’re staring up at him in shock, mouth slightly agape, hair messily framing your face. He can hear his own heartbeat when he leans down, wanting to gauge your reaction. It backfires, because it is him who gets lost in your eyes. His mind goes haywire, thinking about what he should do with you first.

“W-wait..”

Your quiet plea falls on deaf ears. What Takiishi wants, he gets. He will never let anyone or anything block him from doing what he wants. He sighs in bliss before running a hand up your thigh, feeling the supple skin and giving it a possessive squeeze. You smell so good as he buries his nose in the crook of your neck, wondering if he should take a bite out of you.

Your sniffles are louder now. “Stop!”

Something unpleasant bubbles up from his stomach. He immediately releases his grip on your wrists and flinches away from you. Fuck. He stares at you, heart still thundering inside his ribcage. The unpleasant feeling is unfamiliar, and it took him a few moments to figure out that he’s feeling guilt. “Do you…” He has to force the sentences out of his throat, “not want this?” What Takiishi wants, he gets. He will never let anyone or anything block him from doing what he wants... right?

Underneath him, you finally stop squirming to look up at him shyly. “I want this, but…”

Takiishi waits, the unpleasant feeling slowly washing away when you assured him that he didn’t just force you to do something you didn’t want.

“... you haven’t even said ‘I love you’!”

Takiishi watches you hide your blushing face behind your hands as another unfamiliar feeling rises up in his stomach. He chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, leaning down until his mouth is right next to your ear. He feels you shiver when his hot breath fans your ears as he slowly whispers the three words he never thought he would ever say in his life. “I love you. You know that, don’t you?”

He blames the universe, the way you look so cute underneath him, and all the emotions surging in him that made him get carried away. He knows who he is. Stoic, calm, cold Takiishi Chika. Yet, in the last weeks, he has been behaving in strange ways that puzzles everyone around him, even himself. But no amount of shifting blame can get rid of the awful feeling in his heart, and his inability to leave you alone. Like watching an oncoming crash; he knew that you would be his ruination, but he still dives into you anyway.

He’s snapped back to reality when he feels your soft lips pressing onto his own, and he reacts by holding your chin, deepening the kiss. His sanity almost snaps when he hears you moan and tug at his hair, unknowingly pressing your body closer to him. Your mewls are only fueling his desire. He pushes your skirt up, greedily grabbing anything he can get his hands on. 

Your phone suddenly rings next to your head. He sees the caller ID: “yamato-nii ( ≧ᗜ≦)” and a wave of possessiveness suddenly washes over him. Groaning at the interruption, you reach out a hand to reject the call but Takiishi snatches your phone before you.

“H-huh?”

He accepts the call and puts it on speaker before placing it on the ground, a little too far for you to reach. “Keep quiet.” He whispered commandingly, continuing to feel you up. His eyes glint in mischief, amusement, and something else you can’t put a finger on.

“Hey, (Y/N)?! Where are you?”

Hearing your brother’s voice from the phone, you suppress a whimper when Takiishi decides to fondle your breasts, his lips still on your neck. His knee is between your legs now as he opens the first few buttons of your blouse, staring at you like a hunter who has just found its prey.

“Huh? Did this idiot hang up…?” A shuffling sound is heard in the background, followed by “Hey! (Y/N)! Oi! I’m talking to you! Where are you, dumbass? Helloooo?!”

You pray to whatever god is out there that your idiot brother will finally give it up and end the call when you feel Takiishi’s teeth grazing your neck and his hands now settling on your butt, suppressing a moan but failing as it comes out choked and an octave higher than it originally is.

“Huh? What’s that sound? Are you crying? Hellooo!?”

Takiishi smirks at you devilishly, satisfied with the expression on your face. He taps on your phone, your brother’s voice in the background suddenly cutting off into silence as the call ends. Shrugging off his jacket, he marvels at how good you look underneath him, skirt hiked up and blouse slightly unbuttoned. You were going to be his ruination, but he’ll let you if it means he can ruin you too.

Leaning down to fully open your blouse, he smirks against your neck, blood pulsing in excitement. “Shall we continue?”

NOTES : *casually drops another takiishi chika fic* I am so down bad for this man. Oh and I totally blushed like Umemiya’s tomatoes while writing this, I can NOT write smut for the life of me I’M SORRY I TRIED. Also, soft Chika supremacy!! ✊🏻🔥

[lovexjoe]

Unspoken

Part 1 

Synopsis: Jack and Y/N have been best friend for years. She recently ended her 2 year relationship, due to moving to Atlanta for a better job opportunity. What’s going to happen when she stays with Jack for a week ?

Warning: fluffy, angst?, language and smut🧎🏽‍♀️

Y/N POV 

Great!!! I finally found an apartment for myself, but I have to stay at a hotel for a week due to maintenance. I sighed as I begin to search the internet for a hotel suitable to my needs. Currently I’m at Jack’s house, cause he offered to let me stay the weekend as I sorted myself out. Moving to a new state is draining. I left a lot of my things back home as my mom said it’s good to just start fresh. So I packed what I needed and hopped on the plane. I left so much behind, even my 2 year relationship. Surprisingly, I’m okay and even happier that it ended. There wasn’t a spark between us. He treated me well, but the relationship over all was boring. I guess I kept it going for so long, because it was better than being alone. 

“Alright what’s got you so stress? You been glue to the computer since you woke up” Jack says as he sits down next to me on the couch. 

“The apartment won't be ready for another week and I need to find a hotel beca-” 

“Hell no! Come on, you know you can stay here till it’s ready. I’m not taking no for an answer either. Now can you stop stressing before you explode. That vein on your forehead is serious” He starts his usual teasing. I laughed and playfully shoved him. 

Arguing with him was useless. It was his way or no way. I finally close my laptop and enjoyed whatever tv show he was currently hooked on. He stretched out his left arm and placed it on the back on the couch. I crawl into my usual spot: snuggled up with a blanket. 

“I missed you. I know you’re stressed but I’m happy to finally spend some time with you this week.” Jack says honestly. You were taken aback but also happy as well to be here with him.

“Me too”

Jack’s POV

She takes her usual spot on the opposite end of the couch, I so badly want to pull her close to me. As selfish as it sounds I hope her apartment takes an extra week so she could stay longer. And those god damn PJs she wears is gonna end me. She could wear a turtleneck and I’d probably still have the same reaction. 

I had met her through Druski as she was working with him for a while on video concepts and managing his social media. As soon as they linked up, she got his account to gain a million followers within a month. Thats why Jack put his full trust in her when it came to his social media. He’ll give her a heart attack here or there when he posts some random video of him trying to dance. Keyword is try because he looks like he’s glitching half the time. 

~~~~~

They indulge in a few episodes together before both of their stomachs start grumbling. Jack grabs his phone to open up UberEats. She gives him an insane look. 

“Jack you already ordered UberEats for breakfast, do you ever actually cook?” She arched her brows at him and he just looks at her cause lowkey she ate him up with that one. 

Oh yea forgot to mention, she got attitude that could last a lifetime and he fucking loved it. 

“You know I can’t cook!” He tried to justify but she’s already up and headed to the kitchen scanning the pantry and fridge for a simple meal. 

“Alright since you insist on me staying here for a week, you have to learn how to cook to at least survive.” She points the wooden spoon at him which causes him to laugh and throw his hands up in the air. 

“Goddamn Gordon Ramsey when did you even grab that!?” 

“Mmm don’t worry about that, give me a cutting board and knife stat! We making the world’s simplest meal. Pasta!” 

Pasta? Yeah no, he has spent his entire life over and under cooking pasta noodles. He watches her work the kitchen like a natural, pulling out ingredients he didn’t know what was what but he  tried his hardest to pay attention. She started with washing, then cutting then cooking. When it started to heat up in the kitchen, she tossed her hair up in a messy bun and in that moment Jack swore his heart could burst outta his chest.  He was trying his best not to stare inappropriately, but she was down right beautiful. 

Her ex was an idiot for letting her out of his sight, but he had to thank him because he’s not letting this chance pass up. There’s been multiple times throughout their friendship that her previous relationship and his hookups were not too fond of what they had. Which caused a few months of silence here and there. It use to kill him that he couldn’t reach out to her or hear her voice. She’s the reason why most of his hookups never lasted. Even during sex he wasn’t fully present, always distracted. 

As she finished up the tomato basil pasta, she turns around bumping into Jack not realizing he was so close to her. She felt so small around him, he looks down at her and smiles. 

“Hi” he says as he looks into her green hazel eyes that complimented her tan skin. 

“Hi…” she wish he would just kiss her, but she probably wasn’t what he even wanted. This man has the whole world at his feet. Why would he want her? They both stood there for a few extra seconds, just admiring their favorite features of the other. 

He swore she bite her lip 

She swore he was staring at her lips 

Kiss me already they both thought.

The sizzle of the pot reminded her she needed salt, so she purposely pushes up against him to grab the salt 

“Excuuuuseee me” she says innocently causing him to blush. 

“Smell yummy, thank you seriously” He says as she hands him his plate. As she makes her plate last, but Jack grabs it and heads over to the dinner table. Pulling out her seat for her, she happily sits as he grabs them some wine. 

“Oh my god, this is amazing!” He hums enjoying all the flavors that melt in his mouth. She’s really getting brownie points right now cause once his tummy is full he is a happy camper. 

This could be them, she thought. If only he wanted her. 

This could be them, he thought. If only she wanted him. 

After a few glasses of wine and enjoying the food together. Jack knew she was gonna crave something sweet because anytime he took her out dessert was always a must. He took her plate and nods his head for her to follow him.  

He grabs a bowl, vanilla ice cream, sprinkles, chocolate drizzle and whipped cream. Instantly her smile appears on her face, he still remembers her favorite toppings. How could he not though? He remembers everything about her. They both assisted each other is building the sundae. 

“Time for the finale!! Whipped cream!” She shakes it up and hands it to him to do the honors. Jack holds down the nozzle but it was stuck. He shook it one more time confused cause he literally just bought it when he told Y/N to stay at his crib. Yes he fully stocked the house and made sure it was squeaky clean before she got there. He even went to target and Ulta and stocked up on products she’d like or needed for the guest room. 

“This thing is stupid!” He holds the nozzle facing Y/N and it shoots out straight onto her neck and face. They both looked shock but Jack was trying so hard to hold his laughter in. 

“Oh you little shit!” They both busted into laughter. 

The wine definitely taking effect as laughter filled the air. Their stomach hurting so much from being full and the happiness that overcame them. Grabbing a towel, Jack pulls her close and the two still having the giggles. She wasn’t in control anymore because she couldn’t believe the words that was escaping her mouth. 

“Lick it off of me….” Jack freezes. Is he dreaming? Is she fucking with him? Wouldn’t be a nice joke but the way she was looking at him she’s lucky she doesn’t get bent over this island right now. 

“Are you sure?” He looks into her eyes wanting to confirm because if he starts god only knows if he’ll have the strength to stop. 

“Yea….make me your dessert.” She wipes some whipped cream off her neck slipping her finger in his mouth to suck it off. The need growing between them as she felt his tongue lick her finger dry. His lips meeting her neck, licking up all whipped cream on her as her moans escape her mouth. 

Fuck. He thought this was it, she’s gonna get eaten up tonight, he had to taste her. He was hungry for it. His hands caressing her face, as their lips finally meet. They both dreamt of this moment endless amount of times, but nothing….nothing could compare how this really felt. The little sounds she makes got him bricked up and aching. It’s almost as if she knew what effect she had on him cause her hand begins to palm him through his joggers. He groans into her mouth, causing a certain wetness to form in her panties. She never knew Jack had an aggressive side to him, she always teased him of being vanilla. 

He picks her up and sets her onto the island. Slipping her shorts off and spreading her legs. No panties? Fuck, her pussy glistened from her wetness under the lights. She closed her legs, starting to feel shy. 

“Nuh uh, open those legs for me. Lemme see that pretty pussy.” Oh god she loves this. He gets on his knees, kissing her lips, taking in her scent causing her hips to buck. 

“Jaack please don’t tease,” she feels his breath on her as he laughs, knowing exactly what he was doing. He takes her clit into his mouth, slowly sucking and swirling his tongue. He was so fucking handsome and with your pussy in his mouth made him even hotter. Working his tongue up and down your folds, you lift you hips slightly to ride his face. 

Fuck fuck fuck 

Jack couldn’t believe how fucking beautiful you looked under the island lights. Everything about you just amazed him. He works his movement with yours as he sees your body tensing up. 

“Fuck Jack, I’m- fuck I’m gonna cum!” In that moment he slips two of his fingers in, curving them upwards pumping them in and out. The only thing that could be heard was your cries and the wetness of your pussy. His fingers were big and long you could only imagine what he’ll stretch you out to. He pulls you close to him, placing little kisses along your cheek and neck. He lets you ride out your orgasm from his fingers. He only just begun with you, but he notices the slight sheen of sweat that covered your body. 

“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted you.” He places a soft kiss on her lips. 

“Jack I need you, please.” She reaches into his jogger to pull him out. His tip already leaking with precum. Teasing him, she rubs his length between her wet folds causing him to groan. The lust that filled both of their eyes as they watch his tip play with her clit. Jack slipped in not being able to handle it anymore. 

Y/N lets out a soft cry not realizing how big he really was. Her back was cold against the marbled island, but the way Jack started pounding into her she couldn’t possibly give a fuck about anything 

“Jaackkk” she cries out throwing her head back

“I know it’s big baby, you can take it. Be good for me and take it.” His thumb starts to rub circles on her clit as he continues his ruthless thrusting. She was drunk off of his fucking. Not a single thought was running through her head besides the fact that he felt so fucking good and was deep.

“Look at you. Such a good fucking girl taking me. So beautiful baby.” He whispers his praises into her ear, till he feels her clenching him tightly. His free hand grabs the back of her hair firmly to make sure he was looking at him as she cums. 

“Mmm fuck, where do you want it?” She better answer quick cause those hazel eyes looked fucked out and he could barely hold on. 

“Inside me! P-please please” 

Jesus Christ 

He nods as he increases his speed, hitting a new spot for her causing her to come undone. She couldn’t even stop the babbling. 

“I love you I-I love you Jack.” He kisses her passionately, emptying himself deep inside her. 

“I love you too.” He says out of breath. 

He picks her up carrying them to his bedroom. She was completely out of it, her eyes closed and sleep slowly taking over her. He couldn’t imagine this moment any better. It happened so naturally. He tucks both of them in pulling her closely. She was his. He was hers. Thank god for that fucking apartment delay. 

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Y/N woke up feeling satisfied and definitely sore. Some of their friends were suppose to be flying in today to vibe for the next two days. She looks at the sleepy man next to her and smiles. They really had some nasty sex last night when just prior to that they were just best friends. She places a soft kiss on his forehead and decided to make them breakfast. She picked out some boxers and one of his t-shirts and got to work. As she was making them pancakes and eggs, the door bell rang and it was probably Druski since he had the earliest flight. She opens the door to see a girl, who looked like a super model holding a duffel bag. 

“Y/N, right?” 

“Uhh yeah…I’m sorry who are you?”

“I’m Jack’s girlfriend….”

Part 2? 😌

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XII. THEN WE’LL TALK

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Y/N, Lizzie called me crying. You need to talk to her.

It's been two weeks. You haven't streamed, you haven't gone out. What have you been doing?

I let out a deep sigh, rolling the blunt between my fingers, Brie's voice echoing in my head. Lizzie missed me. She needed me, but I was a coward and only knew how to run from people when things got complicated.

I sniffled, swallowing roughly as I thought about the woman I had walked away from completely for her own good. Without me in her life she could be happy with her husband without the fear and doubt of an affair hanging over their heads. Maybe she hadn't done anything wrong, but she could've. I definitely would've given the chance, but I would have regretted it. Just like I regretted everything I did.

I slammed my hand down on the cold tile in frustration and leaned my head against the sink, my mind racing as it had been for two whole weeks. The weed helped silence it for a while, but the more I replayed Brie's messages in my head, the louder my thoughts got about Lizzie.

Had I been wrong to walk away? We didn't do anything wrong. Not really.

I picked my phone up off the floor and unlocked it, browsing Twitter to get my mind off of literally everything.

CELEBRITY SIGHTING:

Elizabeth Olsen and Robbie Arnett were seen out and about in LA this week.

She looked good in the picture; happy, healthy, but then again, she was a good actress. They probably went out together on purpose considering it had been a while since they had been out in public with each other. Her last two sets of paparazzi photos were with me.

I licked my dry lips, quickly tweeting out that I was sorry for disappearing, but I was fine and streams would start up again soon. Almost instantly, comments flooded in wishing me well and hoping that everything was okay. I couldn't reply to everyone, so I just liked the kind comments and ignored the ones that were rude or mentioned Lizzie. Nobody needed to know my fucking business. I was still a person, I deserved my privacy despite what the world thought. And so did she.

The last two weeks had been hell between ignoring Lizzie's calls and texts and dealing with Brie and Claire trying to talk some sense into me. I knew they were right, that it was just gossip and Robbie would get over it, but the risk of her marriage ending because I had feelings for her was too much for me to ignore. Maybe she liked me too, or maybe she was just a flirty person - who knew, but what I did know was that I wasn't going to be the reason her marriage ended.

But, their marriage hadn't ended. According to Twitter, they were a happy couple and nothing was wrong between them. Which was good! So, why wasn't I happy about it?

At the moment, I wasn't happy about fucking anything. The only thing that could make me happy was Lizzie, and I let her go.

I brought the blunt up to my lips and inhaled deeply, wanting nothing more than to just forget for a little while. I kept the smoke in my mouth for a moment before exhaling.

Why was I making such a big deal about this? She barely knew me. I barely knew her. It was for the best that I ended our friendship before it became something more.

My phone rang, nearly making me jump out of my skin, and I peeked to check who it was. Brie. I took another toke and answered.

"Hello?" I said, my voice straining from holding in the smoke.

"Y/N? What the hell are you doing?"

"Smoking. Why?"

"Why aren't you speaking to Lizzie? Ignoring her like this isn't going to help the situation any."

"I'm making it go away."

"No, you're making yourself look like a child."

"Whatever, Brie." I released the smoke from my mouth. "What do you care anyway?"

"Oh, so on top of being a child, you're also gonna act like a bitch?"

"Oh, fuck you, man."

"Fuck me? After everything I've gone through trying to help you get the girl, you're gonna say 'fuck me'?"

"I didn't ask for any of this!"

"No, you didn't, but it all happened and you're in it now, so put on your big girl panties and deal with it."

"I don't want to. I don't want Elizabeth."

I lied.

"Then what do you want Y/N?" She asked with frustration in her voice.

"You."

She was quiet on the line and I knew I fucked up. I grimaced, leaning my face against my propped up knees. Why did I have to open my mouth and say stupid shit?

"You don't mean that." She sounded sad. "You're just hurting."

"I can be friends with Lizzie again if I'm with you." Why was I still speaking? "If Robbie sees I'm with someone, he'll leave her alone about her having an affair."

"Are you trying to use me to get back in Lizzie's good graces?"

"No! I-I'm just trying to fix this and make everyone happy."

"You being with me out of pity or ... whatever this is, will not make anyone happy."

"It's not pity, Brie. I like you."

"You like me. You love her."

"I love the idea of her! I don't know her and she doesn't know me! I know you. I know we can make each other happy. Please, Brie."

"We'll talk about this when you're sober."

"No, I want to talk about it now."

"Talk to Lizzie. Make up with her."

"If I do that, then will you be my girlfriend?"

"No."

"No?" Tears welled up in my eyes. First Lizzie, now Brie.

"You don't mean it. Prove that you mean it and I might change my mind. Until then, no."

It was wrong for me to use Brie to get over Lizzie, but it was true, I did like her ... just not the same way I liked Lizzie. I knew this was the only way I would be able to get close to Lizzie again. I had to be with someone, prove that I'm not a threat, stop acting the way I've been acting towards her. I needed someone.

"Go on a date with me. Let me give you a kiss goodnight. Let's watch the stars and pick one as ours. Let me treat you the way you deserve to be treated."

She didn't speak for a while and I thought for a moment that she had hung up on me.

"I'm not her."

I sighed.

"I know. I know who you are."

"I'll let you kiss me, but forget all that romantic shit."

"Okay, fine, no romance. Just us."

"So, you want to be friends with benefits?"

"No! No. I just ..." I rubbed my hand over my face. "I don't know what I want."

"That's the problem, Y/N. Make up with Lizzie. Then we'll talk."

"Brie -"

She hung up on me. I kicked the hamper in next to me in pure rage, knowing that I just fucked up another friendship. Either that, or Brie and I would be a different type of friend after this.

I put the joint out on my floor, smashing it into the tile and leaning my head into my hands, frustration seeping from every inch of my body.

Hot tears spilled from my eyes as I thought about Lizzie, as I thought about Brie, as I thought about the hole I kept digging for myself. Did I like Brie enough to be with her despite possibly having a connection with Lizzie?

The answer was ... yeah. I could be with Brie. Would I do it, though? Could I do it for Lizzie?

Was it fair to Brie? No, but we'd both get what we wanted. Wasn't that all that mattered?

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@oh-thats-cute @marvelwomen-simp @dorabledewdroop @scarlie-johalsen-blog @annie-ahmelia

[jeonwonoow]

Chapter 2. Stalker(?)

warnings: none

taglist: @miraes-world

—

The sound of you clicking on the keys of your keyboard is starting to irritate you. You've been so irritable and short tempered lately, after that day actually. Instead of getting distracted by work from the thoughts of Wonwoo, Wonwoo running through your head is distracting you from work instead.

"Good?" Your kind boss, Myungho, peeks through your office. "You haven't gone out of your office since this morning."

You got up and bowed in slow motion, having zero energy. "Mr. Seo, I'm okay. I'm just busy with the new magazine."

"Come on," Myungho comes in and pushes your laptop close before sitting on your table. You give him an 'excuse me?' look and he just tilted his head. "I'm your boss, I tell you what to do, right? So if I tell you to eat-"

"Myungho," you groan and roll your eyes, only earning a chuckle from him. You end up inside his car anyway, sitting on the passenger's seat while he drives. Myungho was one of the people who tried to help you when you were at your worst after your break up with Wonwoo. You're glad that even though you made it clear to Myungho that it's still so difficult to love again, he stayed, he still does what he does back when he said he was gonna pursue you which you already made him stop doing so because you don't wanna bring up the kind man's hopes when you know yourself that you're still too damaged for it.

He drove to your favorite restaurant, ordered your favorite food, showing just how well he knows you by heart. If you were better now you'd probably choose him but you can't force yourself even if you like to think you're okay. "Thank you, Myungho."

"I really like it when you call me by my name, you know?"

"Hey," you chuckle. "This is why we get into dating allegations." You remember that one day he requested you call him just Myungho already instead of Mr. Seo even if you're inside his building and it became a hot topic among the other employees.

"So?" Myungho laughs softly and takes a sip of his soup. "We're good friends. Let them think whatever the fuck they want."

—

Wonwoo spun a pen on his fingers, his chin rested on his other hand as he thinks about you with that guy earlier eating at your favorite restaurant. He didn't follow you there. It was purely a coincidence. He's not the type. But his curiosity was making him consider it.

"She'd hate me even more, wouldn't she?" His friend, Mingyu, gave him a confused look. "Do you know Hao & Co.?"

"Oh my god, I'm a fan. Sohee loves their jewelries so much too. I'm actually wearing a Hao & Co. leather shoes right now," Mingyu wiggles his feet, excitedly telling Wonwoo about the fashion line. "I've met the CEO once, actually. No, twice. He's really nice."

"How could you say so. You only met him twice," Wonwoo scoffed. Mingyu clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Seo-what?"

"Myungho. Seo Myungho." The younger man fumbled through his phone to find a picture he took with Myungho whom he met just lately at a fashion event. He was even surprised that Myungho remembered him from their first meeting and was actually the first one to approach.

Wonwoo's eyebrows scrunch a bit upon seeing the photo of his friend and Myungho. This was the guy you were out with. And now his closest friend is also fond of this guy. What's with Seo Myungho anyway?

"Also, I might have opened a possible deal with him, actually."

"Without my knowledge? Who are you?"

"CTO," Mingyu fights, stating his position. "It makes sense for a CTO to see opportunities too, sir." The younger man emphasizes the 'sir' and rolls his eyes. "What's your issue with Hao & Co.?"

—

You can't remember where or when, but you were sure you heard about ONETech before. Your eyes lingered on the bold letters as you review documents before passing them to your COO.

"We're going for partnership with OneTECH for the website dev.?!" You ask loudly as soon as you barge into Myungho's office. He even flinched in surprise when your voice boomed through his four corners. "Jeon Wonwoo?"

"Won-who?" Myungho asked back, confused until he realized you were talking about the CEO of ONETech. "Well, I became friends with their CTO and we've been planning to develop a better site since we're getting better. I've also heard good news about ONETech, you know?"

"With my ex. Myungho," you say as if you didn't hear any of what he just said.

"Oh, this Wonwoo was that Wonwoo," he nods then his eyes widen before repeating in shock, "THIS WONWOO WAS THAT WONWOO?!"

—

The day of the first meeting. The world seemed to move in fast forward the moment you walked out of your office to go to the conference room. Myungho was already inside and a few officers were settling down. You bowed a little and then straightened your dress. You then walked to your spot but before you could sit down, people from ONETech came in.

"Good morning, Mr. Jeon," Myungho greets and walks to them, giving Wonwoo a handshake before turning to his new friend, Mingyu.

"Seo Myungho," Wonwoo calls his name with a forced smile on his face. "Nice to meet you." The smile drops when his eyes find you. Not even five seconds, he would look away. You swallow the lump that had formed in your throat.

Wonwoo didn't even know you worked under that guy you were on a date with. He wasn't expecting it. The whole meeting, he tried to focus so much but he could feel you burning holes on his skin with your eyes. He'd already finished the glass of water served for him in his nervousness too.

"I guess we're done for today?" Myungho stands from his seat and fixes his necktie. Everyone follows him and takes a bow. One by one, they bid goodbye. Myungho walks to you and places a hand on your waist which Wonwoo couldn't help but look at. "I'll catch up with Mingyu," he whispers and you give him a small nod while picking up your folder of papers. Myungho doesn't stop there though. He pulls you gently to face him and puts his other hand on your cheek, gives you a smile and inches closer to let the tips of your noses touch. He then leaves with a teasing Mingyu, both of them acting like high schoolers as they walk while bumping against each other's arms...yes, in their corporate attires.

"In front of me, really?" Wonwoo scoffs and walks out of the conference room but before the door closes, your anger issues get the best of you and you throw an empty water bottle at him. Wonwoo slowly turns back to you and leans on the door frame.

"In front of me, really?" You mock him. "Yes, in front of you, you cheating fuck—"

"Hey," he points a finger at you. "Language."

"I don't care," you point back at him. "You planned this, didn't you? You're following me. You should have continued ghosting, you coward."

"Mingyu did this. I didn't even know you worked here. And I see, you have something going on between you and your boss. You were better than this."

"What do you—" your breathing got heavier as your anger pooled up. "I worked hard for my position. I'm not here because of what you think. How could you talk about me like that?" Did he really think you were some opportunistic girl who'd get dirty with your ways to strive through life? "How could you, the worst man I've ever met?"

Wonwoo clenches his jaw, "I don't know how many times someone has to tell you I never cheated on you. You never heard me out. You never believed Soonyoung and Hayoon either."

And you thought he was just gonna turn away again this time. But he went closer to you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the conference room, out of the building, without any word.

"You never proved me wrong." You were starting to tear up. But you knew the type of person Wonwoo was. He wasn't gonna push himself onto something that he felt wasn't for him. He was just gonna wait until the right time came. But to you, after Soonyoung and Hayoon set you up, he felt like there will never be a right time. That no matter what he did, he wasn't going to change anything between you two.

"You never let me try."

"Eh?" Myungho tilts his head. Mingyu squints his eyes too, watching you and Wonwoo storm out of the building.

"Isn't she your girlfriend?" Mingyu asks and Myungho chuckles while waving his hands in front of him in a 'no' motion.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.126 Uncle Luca

I loved how my dad loved Sophia. She was his new favorite sim, it seemed. If I ever lost him at a party, all I had to do was find Sophia because he was always somewhere nearby, admiring and watching over her. While Mama was filling me in on Alessia's situation, I saw him give Sophia a gift. He could have simply put it on the table just like everyone else, but he had to hand-deliver it so she knew he cared. If she weren't so wonderful, I think I'd have the right to be jealous, ha ha.

Just like at her birthday party, Sophia was the first one to hit the dancefloor, and one by one, everyone joined her. Even Alessia came out from wherever she was hiding. Previously, Chi Chi had latched onto Sophia and talked her ear off all afternoon, but she found a new friend in my mother, and that made me very nervous. I overheard Mama gushing about becoming a grandmother, and Chi Chi reminisced about Luna's infancy. I just knew they would eventually start talking about me, so I grabbed Less and got out of there.

We went upstairs, and as I stepped inside her room, the reality of her situation hit me hard. The familiar purple and blue color scheme I remembered remained, but everything else had changed. Three cribs had replaced her bed—two blue ones and a purple one. A changing table and other infant furniture crowded the walls, and baby play things lined the floor. These babies not only turned Less' world upside down with their presence, but also they displaced her, and now she slept in my room. I couldn't judge her for not appreciating the joy and privilege of becoming a parent because I had never faced the devastation of having my world upended like that. Me and Sophia's world would change with just one baby, but Less was having THREE she never wanted, and I felt for her.

"Less... I know this is a lot, especially since you didn't want any of it. But you're not alone. Me and Sophia will be here for you."

"No, you won't." Her voice sounded so hopeless and sad. "You're gonna have your own family to worry about and forget all about me."

"What? How could you think that? Yes, I'll be busy with my family, but you're still my family. I could never forget about you. You're my sister! And these babies are my family too. I might not be able to come all the time, but I'd never leave you in a lurch."

"Luca, I... I can't handle this!"

"You can! As soon as you see the babies, you'll know exactly what to do. It's in you! And maybe you won't like them, but you'll love them. And because you love them, you'll do whatever it takes to make sure they have everything they need."

"How do you believe that?" she asked.

"You come from a long line of amazing mothers. I'm sure you'll find your way."

"I doubt that, but I'm glad you believe in me."

I hated seeing her so down and wanted to cheer her up so badly. This moment was probably all wrong for our story, but she loved gossip even more than Mama. If I framed it right, maybe it would boost her spirits.

"You wanna know something Mama doesn't know?"

Her face was still droopy, but it lit up ever so slightly, just as I expected it would.

"Me and Sophia had trouble getting pregnant."

She gasped.

"Turns out we both had low fertility. We had to do IVF."

"Oh, Luca! I feel like such a dunce for complaining around you!"

"It's okay. You didn't know."

"Yeah, but still. Why didn't you say anything?"

"I mean, it doesn't segue well in conversation. 'Luca, I'm pregnant!' 'Oh yeah? I might not be able to have children.' Nah. Besides, by the end we were just so depressed like you are right now. We didn't want to bring anyone into that."

"I understand. I hate that for you, but I'm glad you finally got your baby. Do you want to meet mine? I know they'll be in love with you."

I was very surprised she invited me to feel the babies and hoped she was slowly coming around. I still couldn't believe she had THREE of them in her little body. I placed my hands on her tiny belly and felt an itty bitty bump. It was small, but it was there. Suddenly, hit me that I was an uncle! I never thought I'd be able to say that.

"Hey, little guys! This is Uncle Luca. I know it's a bit crowded in there, but play nice and be good for mommy, okay? I love you all so much!"

"You're such a doofus."

"Thank you, big brother. I don't deserve you."

"It's gonna be okay, Less. We got you."

[xo-lesserafim]

THE EVENTFUL NIGHT

min ho oneshot / maybe fanfic?

Authors note: THANK YOU GUYS SM FOR 100 LIKES AND 11 FOLLOWERS<33 you guys are amazing! As a gift, here is a min ho oneshot/ maybe fanfic? BTW NO HATE TO ANY SUNGHOONS! “ESPECIALLY THE ONE IN ENHYPEN HE IS MY BIAS.”

synopsis: On the night of Min ho’s party, you learn 2 things, what’s it’s like getting a boyfriend and being drunk.

pairing: Min ho x fem!reader aka “Ah-ri Park. / Aurora Park.” e2l. i2l

WARNING: mentions of alcohol and underaged drinking and being drunk, kissing/ making out, swearing, and suggestive? Please tell me if i’m missing anything.

Bold: Korean.

FIRST POV

THIS IS GREATLY INSPIRED BY writingmeraki’s hot & cold.

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YOUR DRESS:

TIME SKIP: MIN HO’S PARTY.

MIN HO’s POV

As I was this girl coming down the stairs, I followed her until she stoped.

“Can I get you a drink, pretty girl?” I said.

“ Um, no thanks.” She said as she turned around.

“AURORA?

Damn.. she looks good.

I mean i’ve had a small crush on her since Chuseok.

“What are you doing here sleeping beast?” I asked.

“I only came here cause Kitty promised me to give me 20 bucks.

Oh, I thought she actually wanted to see me.

AURORA (Y/N’s) POV

“Can I get you a drink, pretty lady?” A guy said.

I could tell that it was Min ho’s voice.

Gosh, I’ve had a crush on him every since I met him.

“Um, no thanks.” I said.

“What are you doing here sleeping beast?” Minho asked.

“I’m only here because Kitty promised me 20 bucks.”I said.

“Anyway, I have to go.”

“Kitty, Q! Hi.” I said.

“ Hey, nice fit. I bet Minho would go crazy for that dress.” Q said.

“Pshh, as if he likes me.” I said.

“‘He doesnt like me, I can tell.

“Yea, totally.” Kitty said.

At the bar, I made a toast “To end the era of being single and bitchless.”

“Oh guys, I have a little treat.” Florian said bringing out a flask full of whiskey.

“No way, give me some.” I said.

“Us too!” Q and Kitty said.

“You guys, I’m going to look the party.” I said.

“All right see you later Aurora.”

As I was walking, I saw Eunice coming up.

“Ah-ri, meet this guy! His name is Sunghoon.

“Hey, pretty nice to meet you.” He said.

“Nice to meet you too.” I said.

We started talking for a bit, then he said this.

“Compare you to Kitty and Yuri, you look way better.”

“What?” I said.

“You look way better than-.”

“You better not say that. Kitty’s smile could make my world light up, and Yuri’s nose is actually so perfect I HATE IT. And the fact that you’re saying that you would bring women down to bring others up, is actually so dumb.”

“Yea? Well I could bring you down bitch!” He said. “

Try me, My parents are one of the richest in Korea, and also one of the Richest in the world. Plus you have no idea the power I hold that could get you expelled, or worse ruin you and your family’s reputation. I mean your parents work for mine right?” I said.

“Uh, yea?”

“Exactly, so be scared, if you want.” I said giving him a creepy smile.

“Excuse me.” He said.

Victory, i thought.

As I walked up to Eunice, i told her, “Eunice, never bring guy to me every I again.” I

Guess I’m still gonna be bitchless :(.

I left to find Kitty, but then I saw it.

Min ho and Madison kissing.

I tried find Kitty but, couldn’t so I text her.

As soon Kitty found me, “Give me the flask, please.”

“Why?” Kitty asked.

“No reason,” I said.

“All right. I’ll be back in 15 minutes to check up on you, k?” Kitty said.

“All right.” I said. In the spam of 15 minutes I drank 15 cocktails.

“Aur- OH MY GOSH!” Kitty said.

“How many have she had?” Kitty asking the bartender.

“I have no idea, sorry ma’am.”

“Aurora, how many finger am I holding up?” Kitty asked.

“TWENTY FINGERS! AND A THRID EYE!”

“Oh gosh, the flask is empty, I needed to get Q and Florian stay here!” Kitty said.

“Whatever.” I said.

I sat there for a second, but I heard “Queencard”

I knew I had to get on the dance floor.

I started dancing, but I slipped, but a strong grip caught me.

MIN HO’s POV

I saw Aurora dancing, but she slipped. I ran to catch her.

“I didn’t know that sleeping beast would fall for me.” I said.

“Are you min ho’s twin brother, cause you guys look so similar, and the voices are the exact same.” She said as I smelled alcohol.

“How much did you even drink?” I asked.

“15.” She said .

“15 sips?” i asked.

“Nope! 15 Drinks!”

“Why did you even drink that much?” I said.

“Well your twin, Min ho was making out with this girl named Madison, and I liked him for a really long time. So i was kinda of mad, and you know the rest.” She said smiling.

“I was the reason she drank a lot?” I thought.

“I’m going to take you back to my dorm, k?” I said.

“Whatever you say.” Aurora says.

As I was walking, “Kitty!” I said.

“I’m going to bring Her to the dorms, you stay.”

“All right?” Kitty said.

AURORA (Y/N’s) POV

In the dorms, they guy gave me water, and he made it drink it.

My head started to clear.

“Min ho?” I asked. “What am I doing here?”

“You were drunk, so I brought you to my dorm.

“Oh.”

“Here, take this.” He said giving me pills.

“Also, do you have a crush on me?”

“What? Um, no?” I said.

Does he know I have a crush on him?

“So you wouldn’t mind if I do this, right?” He said.

“Wha?” I asked before he kissed me.

“Aurora, every since chuseok happened, I’ve had a crush on you.”

HE HAD A CRUSH ON ME?

“Min ho, every since I met you, I’ve had a crush on you.”

“So, will you take the honors and be my girlfriend?”

“Yes! And will you take the honors to be my boyfriend?”

“Yes. Can I kiss you?”

“Yes. I said smiling.”

One kiss after another, and we started to make out.

“Do you wanna go farther?” He asked.

“Not really, I kinda wanna sleep.”

“So sleeping it is.

He gave me a pj shirt, and I would just sleep in my dress shorts.

He was just in the matching pants to the pj shirts.

“Night Min ho.”

“Night Ah-ri”

TIMESKIP: THE NEXT DAY

“Good Morning sleeping Beauty.”

“Morning Min ho.”

“I’ll make you breakfast and coffee.” He said.

“All right.” I said as we got out of bed.

“FOURTY BUCKS Q!” Kitty said.

“Whatever.” Q said.

“You guys betted on us?” I asked.

“Yea, sooner or later you guys needed to get together.” Kitty said.

“Oh, I’m still waiting on my 20” I said.

“Here,” She said giving twenty bucks.

“Thanks,” I said smiling.

I guess after all, I wouldn’t be bitchless.

But, then I woke up from the dream I had yesterday after his party.

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should I make a part 2?

Copyrights © 2023 xo-lesserafim. All rights reserved. I do not own XO, Kitty , Netflix does. do not copy, translate, or repost anything without my permission. Photo of the dress is not mine.

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[starsh1ne-va1ly]

To Win youre heart (2)

Theme : Akai and Furuya are fighting for youre attantion. What they dont know is that youre already marryed, with Masumi.

Request by : @jennieyeager

Paring : (Oneside feelings) Akai x fReader x Furuya// (Romantic) Masumi sera x f!Reader

Warning: Oneside feelings// Grammar mistakes

Note : Oh wow lol. It didnt took me 20 minutes but 2 hours. I deeply apolegise for this ༎ຶ⁠��⁠༎ຶ My ADHD isnt letting me focus :')

Furuya compliments you whenever he gets the chance, ask you out for a walk or for dinner at a expensive Restaurant. Shuichi offering to drive you to youre Uni/College/ whatever, whenever you want. Ask you to come at his place and makes you try his curry. Flirts to make youre heart flip like he wants to. Just, for some reason, it never makes a diffrents. No matter what they do, or how often they flirt. You dont seem to catch up in their behaivor. Later in the evening you ramble to Masumi, who lays in youre lap with just losely pants and a sportsbra, about the two men who seem like the nicest on the whooole world. Masumi listens to you until she gets someonething you problaby didnt quit catch on yet. Her eyes widen and she now sits upright and turns around to stop youre rambles by putting her hands on youre cheeks. Looking into your eyes with a expression that looks like she was gonna burst out into laugher any second. "Babyyy, theyre only doing this because they want to court you!" And she swings youre face from left to right. Youre eyes widen and youre ready to protest : -Whaaat? Noooo! Their not! Why should they? We're friends, besides, I'm engagend…" You say with a cute pout in youre face, that cant help but make Masumis heart studder. Even tho youre still pouting, refrusing to understand that, the wonderfull friendship you have build was just a lie, she hugges you from behind and lays her chin on youre shoulders. " Babyyy, don't you think it's weird to do all this just for friendship? Overall you met them just a few months ago. Thats clearly flirting, you Dummy!" "….Ehhhh?" -Masumi bursts into laughter when she notices that you finally understand their unusual behavior. - She, who lays now on the floor, made you meet up with them. When they both meet you in the Park, you thanked them and asked to clear Things.They we're shocked when you said that you were'nt aware of their flirting and in addition to that also married. Just a second after they asked who the lucky one is, Masumi shows up and pretends to flirt with you…. Soon she turns around to look at Akai and Furuya who only see what is happening before their eyes. Masumi plays to be surprised and just switches between the astonished faces. Shortly after she acts like she got an Idea letting out an "Oh!". And before Shuichi can even ask her what that's supposed to be, she raises an eyebrow, grins, turns around and starts kissing you. With Akai and Furuyas big eyes and youre now Red face, Masumi lets Go of you and explains the situation. Moving here to study you got an job as a maid in the Hotel Masumi lived in.You have met a lot of times and ended up falling for each other. Masumi is literally bursting with the fact that she was finally better than her big brother. She proudly takes you in her arms and shouts with a huge grin on her face "HA NOW LOOK AT THAT!! THAT MY WOMAN" Akai and Furuya gave up trying to court you and you stayed Friends :D But shes still reading them both, and dramaticly says that her big Bro wanted to steal her precious wife away from her.

This is the work of @lostin7hsky dont steal my work. These character dont belong to me.

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 85 - The Bach Bash Part 1

It's time for Ophelia and Xander's joint bachelor/ette party! The Watcher was too excited to get started to take establishing screenshots of The Lemon Drop, but Xander closed early for the night so they'd have the perfect party spot!

Marcie: Penny? What are you doing in this save?

Penny: …I live here?

Marcie: And where's Kyle?

Penny: I don't know what the hell a "Kyle" is but my wife Miko is like 10 feet away if this is some weird flirting tactic.

Marcie: Oh, no, sorry. You just look a lot like my best friend Penny Pizzazz. And you're also apparently named Penny Pizzazz.

Penny: Understandable mistake. Pizzazz is a pretty common name. Your friend sounds pretty, though.

Summer's always danced to the beat of her own drum!

And she took her heels off so she could dance easier. I definitely didn't delete the CC shoes I put on her and then forget to give her new ones. I'm killing it over here, gang.

Xander tries to tap the keg he hauled in, but the tap ends up flying off.

Drew: You're a bartender, dude! How do you not know how to tap a keg?

Xander: I'm used to mixing and pouring, not tapping! And Ophelia and I pre-gamed a little so maybe I'm already kind of buzzed.

Keg successfully tapped!

Xander: All right, who wants to do a keg stand with the future Mr. Lemon?

Ophelia doesn't hear this declaration because she's too busy demanding to dance battle Joaquin. He's certainly down for it!

Xander somehow convinces Drew to help him with a keg stand, even though they insist they're not strong enough to hold him up that long.

Xander: I trust you!

Drew: I don't think this is a trust issue but whatever, man.

Well, that's about how I imagined it going.

Damn, even the bartender came over to laugh at him. Tough crowd.

From the other side of the room, Marcie and Ophelia are still able to witness that fail.

Ophelia: OMW, what a dork.

Marcie: You must feel like the luckiest girl in the world to be marrying that specimen.

Marcie: What do we owe Hilary and Greta for watching the kids?

Ophelia: Nothing. Jace was so excited to have some boys his age to play with, and Greta's probably having fun with the girls. Just don't be too mad if Violet comes home with black coffin-shaped nails.

Marcie: Deal.

Marcie: So the big day's tomorrow. You nervous?

Ophelia: Yes and no, I guess? I feel all fluttery about it but I'm just excited to get married.

Marcie: Understandable! I felt the same way, but it was a perfect day. Your day will be too, I know it.

Marcie: The kids had so much fun with you guys. Violet kept talking about playing in the splash pad with "O'fia".

Ophelia: She's precious, they all are. The girls especially were giving me baby fever.

Marcie: Just as I planned.

Ophelia: What?

Marcie: Nothing.

Marcie: Do you really think you want kids soon?

Ophelia: I don't know, I think so? I know Xander wants kids and so do I, but he's got the bar, I've got the band. How would we make it work?

Marcie: You find a way. It wasn't always easy for me and Joaquin, but it's been worth it.

Speaking of Joaquin, Xander's going for round two with his new fellow goofball bestie!

Travis: Come on, dude, are you trying to get killed before your wedding?

You're just jealous The Watcher made you and Becca get married off-screen, Travis!

What's that quote about doing the same thing and expecting different results? Xander should probably look it up when he's not so juiced.

Ophelia: Can't wait to tell my future kids about this night, they'll be so proud of their daddy.

Joaquin: BWAHAHA you should have seen your face, man!

As Joaquin doubles over laughing, Xander hobbles back onto his feet.

Xander: I should have given your kids ice cream before sending them back to you.

Joaquin: Those kids are chaotic no matter how much sugar you feed them!

Ophelia: I'm gonna make sure he's okay. And get myself another drink.

Marcie: Be sure you're drinking plenty of water!

Ophelia: Water? I hardly know her!

Ophelia laughs at her dumb joke, then also laughs as she fake applauds Xander.

Ophelia: That was quite the show! Mwah!

After another drink, Ophelia gets back on the dance floor to show off her moves, only to smack herself in the face in the process.

Ophelia: OWWWW

Drew: Party foul!

Ophelia: As my fake dad, aren't you supposed to support me?

Drew: Not when you're doing rookie shit, kiddo.

[jovenshires]

wait smosh taskmaster would be SUCH a massive slay wow. immediately my mind went to shayne as alex horne ! but greg i could see as diff options bc i don’t think any cast members embody that archetype personality wise as is but i could def see them put their own spins on em as a character if that makes sense ? would love to see what damien or chanse could come up with (bonus pts for being tall). but i also just realized arasha would be good too lmaoo. OH and that tommy as greg and spencer as alex would be SO good. and then for contestants would love to have angela, two that don’t end up in the above roles, keith, and than a rando crew member that we don’t see that often to shake it up - maybe vida bc they killed it in tntl and they do improv? wait also loved patrick making a reappearance so him as well. obvi would love to see most of the cast /crew participate as contestants if it’s like a recurring series ! ok clearly this show is perf for smosh considering i included a bajillion people in this ask pls kiana i’m begging 🙏 - spencersagnew

@spencersagnew YOU. YOU GET ME. i love your takes,,,, shayne as alex and arasha as greg specifically is everything to me. i'll put my cast out there but your takes are incredible and you've never been wrong.

tommy as the taskmaster. i think he just has that dry humor and can lean into the antagonistic nature really well while still being a fair judge and interacting well with the contestants. he's also just one of my favorite hosts of anything ever so ill let him do whatever he wants

garrett as the taskmaster's assistant. LISTEN. LISTEN. we need someone pathetic. someone who can be a punching bag. someone who's a little unhinged. someone who will get bullied by the cast and just take it, but also someone who has the Audacity. and That's Garrett. he fits the bill. i'll say honorable mention to shayne bc i think he would do this really well too but there's something about garrett that i think people would just take to using him as a puppet, a prop, whatever they needed for their tasks. and then get shit from him as soon as they're in the studio.

ian as contestant number one (The Grumpy Old Man). look, i have the taskmaster casting system boiled down to a science. i truly believe almost every cast can fit into these categories (almost! almost all!) and so i'm going by the same metric for smoshmaster. and we're starting off strong with the grumpy old man archetype. i think he'll be generally annoyed by everything. tommy, garrett, the other contestants, the tasks, whatever. he has a really dry sense of humor that'll balance everybody else out, and an above-it-all attitude that you can't help but respect. examples of this include julian clary, frankie boyle, and dara o briain.

angela as contestant number two (The World's Strangest Woman). every season needs one woman who just goes about the tasks in The Most Insane Way, and that's angela. point blank period. is she gonna win? probably not! but who knows! she's a wild card! she's the one who says her legs are basically just arms without fingers, you know. i think she'd just panic and do. whatever. no planning, go with her gut instinct. she'd also be super competitive and her reactions when she realized just how bad she fucked up.... incredible. examples include lucy beaumont, jenny eclair, and fern brady.

spencer as contestant number three (The Loveable Goofball). look. LOOK. you know him. you love him. he probably won't win. but god is it fun to watch. he's generally kind of pathetic, and while he fails miserably, you can't help but root for him, feel bad for him, and point and laugh at him all at once. he's going about the tasks either half-heartedly or putting his whole soul into it with absolutely no in-between. he might win an episode, but it's because the edit is throwing him a bone. spencer's really good at putting on that character of. miserable dude. the heel of it all. but also balancing that out with his quick wit and intelligence. he's perfect for this. some examples are susan wokoma, ivo graham, and john kearns

chanse as contestant number four (The Fan Favorite). he's hot. he's smart. he's funny. everybody likes him. he is the People's Champion. everyone wants him to win - even the taskmaster is a Little biased. he has electric chemistry with everyone, somehow, you can't really figure out how. he absolutely kills ALL the tasks but especially the prize tasks. i also think chanse would just have the funniest reactions to what everyone Else is doing. like i think he'd stand by what he did until the bitter end (even if he did something fucking insane) but everyone else he would relentlessly make fun of. god i want him on this show so bad. anyway, my examples for this are sam campbell, kiell smith-bynoe, and munya chawawa.

courtney as contestant number five (The Only Competent One on the Board). everyone else is fucking insane, but courtney is holding down the fort. she's always handling the tasks in a smart, efficient way that seems like the most logical way to go about it. they frequently outsmart the prompts and the competition. whether or not they win it all, they just seem like they deserve it most. her humor also brings a really nice balance of riding that line of silly goofy and smart and quick. i think courtney rounds out this cast really well (and is my personal pick to win <3). examples of this are sue perkins, mae martin, and sarah milican.

im flexible on the teams, although i think my personal pick is spencer / courtney / angela and ian / chanse bc. comedy to me. also i will say i think i could go on for like. at least two more seasons building different casts truly this is not the Only combo. anyway kiana call me i've got big plans

[constellama]

Noah is dead, clearly nothing can get worse than this (final raven boys live-blog post :D)

Llama reads TRC: Chapters 31-48 of The Raven Boys

Chapter 31

Ronan is grieving for Noah :(

DECLAN?

Ronan bestie please don’t be drinking all alone in your room <3

He’s getting kicked out D:

“Then you’ve killed him” ok ik Ronan’s home life is kinda awful but why is everyone so sure he’s gonna die? I feel like I’m missing something here

Gansey !!

Why do they have so many cars what

Gansey using his rich people superpowers to keep Ronan in school

OHHH SLEEPWALKING.

Ok either it was MENTIONED before that Ronan sleepwalks and I completely missed it or I’m just dumb

Is that why they keep thinking he’s gonna die

Gansey shoving his credit cards everywhere is so real though

Gansey stop taking so much responsibility for your friends challenge !! Impossible apparently!! This boy is so sad pls Gansey not everything is up to you stop carrying the weight of the world you’re literally a teenager

Chapter 32

“And Noah’s dead. But Parrish is here.” Waiting for the day that they eventually get used to Noah being dead and start joking about it

Every time Adam mentions his home life I want to grab him and run very very far away

Uh oh

Don’t kiss pls that would not end well I think

“She felt like she’d done so much work to appear as eccentric as possible and still, when it came down to it, she was sensible.” I’m not good at words but this sentence. Oh this sentence. It makes me sad in a way I can’t describe.

CHAINSAW!!

Ronan and Chainsaw are the best duo actually

Ronan looks so happy when holding Chainsaw :(

Wait, ok. I’ve heard about Ronan being able to dream things into existence (it’s one of the things I got spoiled on) so I’m wondering, did he get Chainsaw from his dreams?

NOAH

NOAH MY BOY

“I was…more…when I was alive.” WHAT IF I CRIED

“You’re enough now. I missed you.” THEYRE BEST FRIENDS ACTUALLY IDC IDC

Whatever you do don’t imagine Noah braiding Blue’s hair <- sobbing

“And he’s about to be a were, too” DAMN??

“Noah, please don’t die for real” ouch ok I’m completely normal about this actually mhm

I WAS RIGHT!! HES CONNECTED TO GANSEY’S INCIDENT WITH HORNETS

THE DUDE WHO SACRIFICED HIM WAS WHELK WASNT IT

Noah is so sad I’m gonna cry

“But you already know.” OH???

Chapter 33 (TW: Gun)

Gansey bestie pls don’t crash your car

Aaaand the Camaro’s stopped

This is like the worst possible timing

WHELK??

NO NONOO

RUN GANSEY

I’m cryign imagine your car breaking down in the middle nowhere and suddenly your teacher appears and mugs you

THE JOURNAL

Gansey pls you have a gun to your head

YEAHHH PUNCH HIM

Whelk just. Just left? Bro just tried to mug a student 😭??

GO HOME GANSEY PLS BE SAFE

Chapter 34

Omg time to go through Neeve’s things

I love Persephone she’s just an anomaly

Butternut?? 😨

Someone called Neeve to find the ley line,,,it was Whelk wasn’t it,,,

UH OH THEYRE BACK

Chapter 35

Adam making tea :D

Ok so now everything’s in order, things are starting to come together. This can only end in two ways

Oh? The ley line will be woken up soon

DO NOT CALL THE POLICE

Big things are happening and I am NOT scared (lie)

Chapter 36 (TW: Abuse for this chapter, stay safe)

Adam not wanting to leave the car :( Don’t go in Adam just leave pls

“Loser” You’re so right, Ronan

Oh God Adam’s dad is awful

NOO ADAM

ADAM??

RONAN

GET HIM RONAN

What did he do to his ear oh my god

Adam pls

“Can I…can I press charges?” YESSS ADAM MY BOY

Chapter 37

Ew whelk chapter

Ok either Neeve is actually gonna help him or she’s planning to trick him

I’m hoping on the latter

Chapter 38

Adam’s ok :D

His ear is screwed up though :(

“You win,” Adam pls it’s not like that :(

These boys are so sad

I get why Adam wants to do something on his own terms but he also doesn’t have to endure all this abuse because of it :(((

WHAT THE HELL GANSEY

BRO???

GANSEY

Gansey you could have said *literally* anything else

Adam :((((

Screw Adam’s mother too she sucks !!!

Chapter 39

NOAHHH

Adam didn’t want Blue to know about his family life I FEEL ILL

Call from Malory!

“Jane” PFFFFT

I’m sorry what

HIS SKIN FELL OFF? What in the magnus archives—

“My words are unerring tools of destruction, and I’ve come unequipped with the ability to disarm them.” 😭??

“What a fine contribution to the world I am.” Gansey :(

Yes Blue you should spit in Gansey’s eye, it would be funny

Adam pls you could get hurt

Guys pls

Chapter 40

Ok yeah Neeve was definitely lying

Oh. She kidnapped him. Kinda slay of her tbh

“Also, Neeve hadn’t tied tightly enough.” Uh oh 😀

Chapter 41 (TW: Gun)

“Your hair is the color of dirt,” “It knows where it came from” IM SHAKING YOU ADAM !!! STOP HATING YOURSELF !!!

Do NOT kiss PLEASE

“Keep being brave.” they are so special

“There was blood everywhere” haha what.

Oh my god his dad had a GUN??

Thinking about Adam makes me sad

He needs a hug

Adam.

ADAM NO

Oh my god Adam what are you about to do

Chapter 42

GANSEY WAKE UP

HES GONNA WAKE UP THE LEY LINE ALL BY HIMSELF??

Chapter 43

“Are you sleeping?” “Yes,” just like me fr

Santa Claus metaphor,,, I love these two they’re the best mother daughter duo

His name was Artemus?? Kinda sounds like Artemis,,,

“Drugs might be better” lmao

The Raven boys are here!! Go save Adam!!

And get Neeve too, from whatever she’s off doing

Chapter 44

Adam !!!

All the descriptions of Cabeswater are so pretty ough

UH

ADAM NO

YEAHHH NEEVE KILL HIM!! KILL WHELK !!

Oop, back to Blue’s pov

“MURDERED” Noah :(

“REMEMBERED” WHAT IF I SOBBED !! WHAT IF I BROKE DOWN AND CRIED !!

Chapter 45

Whelk is so annoying I need him gone

Oh my god

The ritual doesn’t work if it’s just murder??? So it just wouldn’t work at all if Whelk did it :0

What’s up with Neeve’s eyes bro

WHAT

WHERE’D NEEVE GO

UH OH

ADAM GET OUT OF THE PENTAGRAM

“I sacrifice myself.” ADAM NO

HEY??? WHAT

Chapter 46

“Was I so awful?” NOO GANSEY IT WASNT YOUR FAULT :(

White horned beasts 😭?? Literally what is happening

Are they unicorns though this is important 👀

Oop they’re in the vision tree

WHAT

Chapter 47

Gansey actually saw the same vision this time omg

Personally I think that it’s a good thing that Whelk is dead. That’s just me though personally I think it’s incredibly beneficial actually

THE TREES

GLENDOWER??

Chapter 48

Is this an epilogue??

It seems like it

Ok so Neeve just straight up despawned bc of the mirrors

Noah :( he probably misses his family so badly :(((

“He’s sorry for drinking your birthday schnapps” what if I cried

OH THEY DUG HIM UP

NOAHHH MY BOY HES BACK

Ronan?

“I guess now would be a good time to tell you, I took Chainsaw out of my dreams.” I WAS RIGHT!!!

BUT WHY ARE YOU ONLY MENTIONING THIS NOW

Good God. I have so many thoughts. This book was so fun to read I can’t wait for the next ones :D !! I’m gonna take a bit of a break before I read the next one though. Just a heads up, I probably won’t live-blog the next books like I did with this one, but I will post my thoughts occasionally (just not as much). Anyways, Live Laugh Love Noah Czerny🙏

[gerrydelano]

bad end pbr is eating my brain so badly i am so sad but also it has Fascinating implications for jonah's next steps. ANNABELLE'S next steps.

like. dude, jonah SCREWED HIMSELF body hopping into faraday and losing his positioning at the institute. he staked CENTURIES of work on this decision. like it was a smart as fuck move in the world where gerry reads that final sentence (pbr canon) but if danny succeeded in killing gerry???? if it all ended right there????

pharos would have successfully wiped the chessboard completely clean by asking danny to kill him. they would save the fucking world, for the time being anyway, and it'd all be because pharos had the foresight to say "i'm not making it through this." they would have fucking won, technically, and even jonah would have no idea what his next move would be for a while. annabelle might keep him in her back pocket but even she might open up her options to somebody else who wants to pull off the same thing. it would take fucking forever to get started again. pharos would have stolen elias' privileged position, his opportunities, his entire pool of candidates, everything. he took everything from him by saying, "kill me." and he would be satisfied in knowing that, because gerry would see it as worth it, too.

the problem is that it's as pyrrhic as a victory gets for the archives team because now imagine them having to go back there without gerry. imagine tim without gerry. danny with this new sin on his scoreboard. jon completely lost, sasha consumed in TIM'S grief a la corruption style, martin still the only one on danny's "side." which danny wouldn't even want! he would literally skip town and grift his way around the globe for like, ten months solid without a word to even martin. he can't handle this, the weight of it is too much, it's just too fucking much to live with when his brother finally can't look at him. finally, a punishment from tim for any number of the things he's done all this time and yet if that's all the punishment is? a cold shoulder? danny is like That's It????? that's all anyone's gonna give me here? a slap on the wrist? he can't handle that. he can't.

and tim. tim. oh tim. he just sinks so deep into the end that there's hardly a day goes by where he's not 1) wet 2) stone-faced and cold. how do you come back from this? how do you stop the apocalypse only to see your wife dead on the floor and knowing your own brother is the one who swung a hammer at his head? it's impossible. how do you go on with that knowledge? having known in advance that pharos and danny made that deal in the first place?

in this world, tim would have dreamed of gerry in the coming days beforehand and he would have been absolutely losing his mind because that was his own worst fear. and here it is. a technical suicide that he had to witness the aftermath of, just like everything else he feeds on. he's snacking on his closest friends and the grief is so deep that it makes him stronger and he hates it. he hates it. he hates it.

his next move is that he wants to kill elias. whatever it takes, he's going to hunt him down and kill him and then he's going to try and leave the institute using the knowledge that gerry would have passed to him when he told tim about his conversation with Eric. they have the secret right there. they could all leave, if they could stomach it. tim thinks he will, once he does what he needs to do.

and jonah should be very scared. because tim is basically the walking creature from it follows and he is not going to give up anytime soon.

also isla-mae wants to kill elias, too, so there's a hunter after him as well! yay! everything is bad for jonah and we love to see it.

but by g-d is it lonely. it is so empty. it is so quiet. it's so wrong without gerry here and no one knows what to do.

divshah brings cocoa with the rest of their regular orders one too many times and sasha has to tell her to stop. gerry's not here anymore, and seeing that fucking cup of cocoa is just. too much. please, stop.

and divshah is one of the only outsiders to actually mourn him and cry openly about it and seeing that just rocks tim's world. evidence that even people who barely knew gerry still care that he died and it wasn't completely silent. even if no one will ever know that his sacrifice saved the fucking world, that doesn't matter. somebody cares that he's gone. his life was almost a secret the whole time, his suffering was a secret, he was presumed dead HOW many times? eventually you feel like the boy who cried wolf. but it's real now. it really happened this time. he's not just lurking in the shadows anymore, he's gone. and finally, somebody notices.

i'm like actually tearing up lmao this fucking au! hurts!!!! i want to go home and keep writing dammit

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #69

I am going to try to write you a letter. But my brain is soup in part because I'm still recovering from Sunday and in part because this is the week (or two) that my body decided to throw a temper tantrum over the fact that I am not actively building a new human inside of myself. It's not really the tantrum itself that soup-ifies my brain, but rather, it is the excruciating pain that comes with the first few days of it, along with the fact that I'm losing a lot of valuable resources such as protein, iron, and magnesium (and at that, I lose twice as much as average; thanks, PCOS… 🙄).

I did some adulting today, though. I went and got a kind of checkup; the doc checked out the area just beneath my right collarbone, and she can feel that it's kinda lumpy and misshapen, as though a bone is sticking out weirdly. She's gonna review the imaging that has been done already, and then try to order a CAT scan, I guess, of the place where my ribs connect to my sternum, depending. I guess we'll see how it goes. I hope whatever it is can be found and fixed; I -really- wanna go back to living my normal life. I want to go back to the pool. I want to be able to move around and breathe and laugh and yawn and to do dishes without pain.

But other than that, I rested today. I played a LOT of Pokémon. Right now, I'm still going through Scarlet; Koraidon just learned how to fly permanently, so I've spent a lot of time just sailing the skies together; it's wonderful. I also spent some time picnicking with my team, and wandering around with Mewtwo at my side.

…I don't really like the capturing or battling aspect, though, truth be told. I would much rather just walk around with my non-human companions willingly at my side, eating snacks, hugging, cuddling, and petting, kicking a ball around, exploring the world, and asking them what they think about the places we're going and the things we're seeing.

One of the things I miss most about HeartGold, SoulSilver, and Let's Go was that you could have your Pokémon out, and you could talk to them, and there would be detailed responses for what they were thinking and feeling. You can have your Pokémon out in Scarlet, but their responses to when I talk to them are… underdeveloped, at best. I have fond memories of running through puddles in SoulSilver with Mewtwo, then turning around to talk to him, to find out that he is playing and splashing around happily and looking at his reflection in the water. It's too cute!!! I might explode from the cuteness!!! Oh my goodness!!!

M will have the TV soon, though. He is going through FF7: Remake one more time before FF7: Rebirth comes out. Only 3 days now.

…I'd like to say I'm looking forward to it, but to tell you the truth, I'm… scared. I don't know what sorts of things you will end up doing. I imagine that at least some of the time, you will continue to make destructive choices that hurt the people around you. I feel very sad to think about this.

I'm scared that you might not be given any opportunity to make a different choice. The people in my world seem to be in love with the notion that abuse survivors, neurodivergent people, and people who make mistakes in the throes of their suffering are all unable to grow or change, and are thus all unworthy of the help they need to thrive. The trope that people like me are nothing more than monsters that need to be slain is getting… sheesh… really, really old. And really, really depressing.

And… if you end up refusing to turn yourself around, or if you end up getting slain, how many people who relate to you will then be unable to believe that recovery is possible? How many will continue destroying themselves or continue to hate the world around them just because the notion that there isn't anything better for them keeps getting reinforced? How many people will refuse to seek the help they need on the basis that "some people are just broken beyond repair, and I'm one of those people, so there's no point in trying"?

…And how will the way your story ends affect the way other people treat people who are like the ones I've just described? People mimic what they see even if it's not real. Actors who portray villains sometimes get hated for their roles to the point of harassment because there are enough people who think that the role they portray is how they act in real life. There are people who come away from movies, and the "lesson" they take away from it ends up being stuff like "brown people are not to be trusted" and "people who don't speak English are dumb" and, "the way this woman character acted just goes to show that all women are evil." Thinking about all this is kind of terrifying sometimes.

If you don't make a different choice… if you end up getting killed… in what ways will that end up perpetuating the notion that people like you and me and others like us are irredeemable, unhealable, and worthless?

And… if they end up making you disappear in the end in a permanent way… Sephiroth. You have been the inspiration for me to continue on living, because you are the first person in any piece of media I've seen whose circumstances and behaviors looked like mine. It's because of you that I held onto the hope that maybe I'm not all by myself, that maybe I can find others in the world who are like me. And it's because I held onto this hope that my childhood didn't break me down to the point of destroying my own meat-mech. I came close more times than I wanna talk about. And sometimes, avoiding doing that it still a struggle.

But instead, I imitated your steadfast determination to rise up again in order to correct a grievous injustice and to try make the world a better place where you and your friends would not get hurt (even if you were acting from a misguided place and your methods were… not stellar, to put it mildly…), despite the pain and anguish you were in.

You were (falsely) led to believe that Jenova was a Cetra and your mother. You were (falsely) led to believe that she was being cruelly kept from you and imprisoned at the Mt. Nibel Reactor for the purpose of being used in torturous experiments, like what happened to you as a boy. You were (falsely) led to believe that humans were willfully responsible for the extinction of the Cetra, and thus led to believe that humans are the reason you felt out-of-place and unloved your whole life. Even without that, you witnessed firsthand that every human was complicit in the cruelty that created you and complicit in the denial of your humanity in favor of the consumption of you as a celebrity. They bullied you until you made a name for yourself. They regularly pushed you to take care of everyone but yourself. After you made a name for yourself, they didn't love YOU - they only loved what you could do, what you looked like, and what prestige they thought being in your presence could give them.

Their behaviors had painted themselves as invariably selfish and cruel in your eyes, and you were justifiably angry with them about how you and the people you loved were treated your whole lives. But you had starved, dehydrated, and sleep-deprived yourself to read those books full of lies, and by the time you came out of that… instead of having a measured, rational response, you were triggered into autopilot, blindly following the neural pathways of your conditioning that told you to "eliminate the enemy", and as a result, innocent people paid the price for your failure to control yourself. As much as I love you, this is still unacceptable, and it is still entirely your fault. Just like anytime I get triggered and lash out at the people around me, that is entirely my fault, regardless of the circumstances.

But nonetheless, as battered, exhausted, and anguished as you were, the FIRST THING you set off to do after you left that damnable library was to try to wrest a tormented and abused person(?) away from government control. You set off to protect someone who you thought loved you, someone you had spent your entire life looking for. You set off to punish evil. You set off to make the world a safe place for your "mother" and for your friends. You decided, "THIS THING THAT HAPPENED TO ME WILL HAPPEN TO NO ONE EVER AGAIN," and you set off to make it so. But unfortunately, you did all these things in a way that was very wrong, because you did them on the basis of things that weren't actually true, and you were so addled from your piss-poor mental and physical condition that you couldn't keep your shit together. Your intentions were noble, even if you botched everything else. But still, you had to be stopped, because obviously. And even after you were thrown into the reactor core, you simply got back up, dusted yourself off, and tried again. Your persistence and sense of justice are remarkable, even if you need to invest a lot (like, A LOT!!!! HOLY FUCK!!!) more stat points in things like "fact checking", "self-care", and "emotional regulation".

I wanted to be a kind, gentle, thoughtful person like the way you were before you fell down (the way I know you can still be, if you turn yourself around). I wanted to abhor injustice and to be determined enough to rise up again no matter how many times or how badly I'm knocked down, like the way you were after you fell down (I hope you'll retain these traits if you turn yourself around). I wanted to combine that loving kindness and that determination and thirst for justice into something amazing in order to try to help a lot of people, no matter how much it hurts for me to continue to exist in this place. Because Sephiroth, I didn't have "real life" role models during my childhood, for the most part. All I had at the time, really, was YOU. And the "you" I saw wasn't the "cool aloof badass war hero" that everyone else seemed to see and fawn over for the sake of getting into your good graces. No, the "you" I saw was socially clumsy and very forlorn human being who was gentle and kind anyway, and doing his best all the time.

However, I'm finding that despite my best efforts, by and large, my voice is not one that most people think is worth listening to. So really, in the grand scheme of things, I am powerless and unimportant, and at the end of the day, I am always coming face to face with my insignificance, and with the fact that I am not strong enough or skilled enough to do anything with any real meaning or impact for anyone. But day after day, I get back up and try again anyway, because I am looking up to YOU. I am kind and gentle from following your example. I fall down a lot, but I get back up, albeit on shaky legs, from following your example.

If you disappear, then a large part of the reason I've bothered to stay alive for this long will disappear along with you. And while I might be able to kind-of-sort-of manage maybe, I know that if you are erased, if I can't convince myself that you're actually okay somehow because the cells you're infected with render you indestructible, I'll never be the same. And I'm not the only one who thinks that way, I'm sure.

Because you know what? Unlike me, you aren't powerless and unimportant. If I were to disappear RIGHT NOW, only a relatively small number of people would be sad. And eventually, they would pack up and move on, and life would continue as though nothing remarkable happened, and I would be forgotten in a decade or two, as though I wasn't even here at all. But you? People are going to tell stories about you long after their grandchildren have their own kids. You are going to set the example for us about how people should treat the abused, the neurodivergent, and the fallen. Your story has the capacity to make things better for SO MANY PEOPLE in my world, if it's done right. Your story has the capacity to save lives. I know this because you've saved mine, and mine has gone on to save a few others. If you need proof that you are a good thing even with your mistakes, look no further than this.

So I'm going to beg you to turn yourself around. I'm going to beg you to make good choices. Even if it's awkward and scary and you feel really bad about everything that's happened, I'm going to beg you to use the knowledge that you're loved in order to muster up the courage to step back into the light. Because the light is where you belong. The light is where ALL humans belong, no matter who they are or what they've done. Because make no mistake, Sephiroth, you're a human. Nothing and no one can take that from you, no matter what they have done or will do to your body. You are a human. A man. A person. Lovable, worthy, and good. Start acting like it, and keep yourself safe in the process. Please.

I'll write again. Every day, I'll write again. Until you come back to us. Until you're safe and at peace. Because you're worth the effort. You're worth hoping for. And you're worth feeling pain for, if those hopes don't pan out.

Your friend, Lumine

[ivyroseposin]

Confidence Is Key- A Papa Secondo, One-Shot- Fan Fic

Papa Secondo and Reader (Even though the the character name is Ann )

Summary: Sometimes confidence is key and sometimes it ends up with Secondo and Ann in an office... Doing stuff

Smutty.

Ps- This is the first smut smut that I've done so it wont be the best...

2.7k Words

Here I was at the ministry at 9:00pm waiting for my best friend to show up. Don't know what it was about her but she was always late even back in school every period she was late and one time she had classes beside each other and she managed to be 30 minutes late it didn't make sense. Papa Terzo was hosting his weekly Sunday party that filled what seemed the entire building up. People drinking, smoking and trying to do some very not so PG stuff. I stared around looking for Secondo my all time crush ever since he became papa but it seemed he was no where to be seen. That’s the only reason why I ever came and of course because of my friend…mostly.. 

I stared around the room trying to find V and soon enough she appeared though the crowd looking wonderful as always. “You made it” I said. “Oh gosh if I don't come Terzo may have my head and I simply don't have time for that” She laughed grabbing a drink off the tray. “I would kill to see that” I nudged her shoulder. I would tell her about the rum in the glasses but as her friend I thought it would be funnier to see. “Of course you would but you would also kill to see Secondo naked in which I am terrified that you will actually kill someone to see him naked” She said before downing her drink. “Why must he put rum in a champagne glass is he trying to get people drunk” She grumbled. 

“That man is hot I don't know how you don't find him attractive he is literally a god and a god that I would love to fuck maybe marry not sure where I stand at that but he is a man and I love a man that is hot” I said looking over at her. As always she was now in her world not ever paying attention. Before I could grab her attention in the corner of my eye I saw him. 

I looked over seeing him in his glory with his rob and full make up. I guess it was one of those parties but my god did he look as good as ever. “V its Secondo” I said to her still she was looking around in her own world. “Are you listening its secondo” I nudged her till she looked over at me then up at the balcony. “Talk to him then huh” She nudged me back. I took a chug of my drink my heart beating faster than I wanted it to. “And stop drinking the last thing you need is a drunk Ann talking to that whore of a man” she said reaching grabbing the glass out of my hand. “I'm not bad just a little bit out of control” I replied trying to take the glass back. 

“No but go have fun with him or whatever I'm gonna go find Terzo god forbid this man is somewhere in the middle of this place dancing his life away” She said pushing me away into the pit of people I really didn't want to go through. 

I huffed as I pushed my way through all the dancers. As I got to the middle it was mostly people making out and just standing still. The whole point of being in the middle is to dance not try to make a damn baby. What seemed like minutes I finally made my way through the lust and sweat of people. Wasn't that pretty to say the least. 

“Ann” I heard the familiar voice. I looked up sure enough it was the one and only Secondo calling my name. “Wow you remembered what a shocker” I chuckled. As much as I sounded confident my heart was no longer apart of my body it ran away probably back into the pit of people. “You make it seem like I am forgetful” He said as he leaned onto the balcony “You always seemed to be one” I replied. Seriously have no idea how I was talking to him like this. We weren't like V and Terzo they were best friends. Secondo and I well we just ended up talking at parties that was all. “A shame you think that and a shame you think someone would forget someone like you Ann” He said the last part is a whisper that just was melting my legs. “Dully noted” I smiled as a person walked by with a tray of drinks. “Want one” I asked grabbing two of the tray. “Walk up darling” He pointed to the stairs behind him. So I did walking past another group of people was met with ghouls standing near the stairs. “Water” I nodded as he moved out the way. “Beautiful as always” He whispered as I walked past him. “Didn't take you for a flirt” I whispered. “Always was love” He replied. 

“Why is it that every party you come with a different dress never seen the same one worn again” Secondo asked as I handed him his drink. “Oh c'mon the clergy asking you to party can’t dare to wear the same dress too many hot men'' I replied leaning up against the balcony. “Uh yes of course” He chuckled, leaning beside me. “What's with the fancy dressing and face paint” I asked staring at he beautiful make up he put on. I was seriously down for this man it was concerning and V was correct I would literally kill to get to this man. 

“Father wanted so he said we needed to dress the best for the evening” He replied drinking from the glass. “But its Terzos party isn't Terzo the one who comes up with the dress code” I asked. “Father is weird and said we must be fancy so we dress fancy” He replied staring down at his outfit. I wonder how we would.. you know what never mind… 

“You look good either way” I stared down at his outfit then back up at him. He stared at me with a small smile to his face. His eyes lowering down to my dress then up to my face. “I know I look amazing” I did some sort of pose that was failing miserably. “You do” Was all he said before drinking the rest of what was in the glass.  

The music changed and only got louder words got out to the ghouls that they saw Terzo and V leave the building to go somewhere. Secondo wasn't the happiest that Terzo left his own party but what much could he do. 

“How often does he piss you off” I asked. By now he was much closer to me then before. Since the music was so loud it only got harder to hear each other. “Often but he means well” He chuckled staring out into the crowd. “I must admit as much as I love your parties I prefer Terzo's” I wasn't lying but what I said secondo parties were always filled with more women then men finding men was like finding Waldo. “Oh my darling stabs me right to the heart” he groaned hitting his hand to his chest. “You know how hard it was to find a man like just a man was nearly impossible” I nudged him earning a laugh. “Yeah yeah” he whispered.

I stared into the dancing crowd seeing everyone just enjoying and having the time of their life. As much as there were hot men that I could hook up with the one beside me was really the only one I wanted as cheesy as it may be but the good news of the night was I was never his type and well for that he never thought of me as someone then just a friend at a party. 

“What is on your mind darling” He asked. I could feel his eyes burning on me without having to look at him. “Figuring out who the hell im gonna sleep with tonight” I looked over at him a loud chuckle left his lips. Whatever I had drink was in more control then I was and truly could not care. “A question” I lean closer towards his ear. “A answer” He whispered. “How do you fuck someone in that” I ask. He looked down at his feet then up at the crowd. I have no idea what I was doing and I just might make an embarrassment out of myself. “Not as hard as you think” He whispered.

I couldn't help but look away from his eyes. As much as this drink was making me confident there was no control of the blush that covered my cheeks and him staring at him would only make things worse.”For someone so confident you dont looking me in the eyes” He whispered so close to my ear I could feel his hot breath. I turned my head staring right into his eyes. Only inches or closer then that. “For someone who is so confident and powdered your eyes so yet so soft”. Secondo was always known to be the tough guy and the scary one but his eyes told something much different. I looked away from him yet again my hearting beating faster then ever and a cold chill running down my spine. 

As I his eyes burned into my skin. I watched people dancing away on the dance floor till one spotted my eye. The most annoying human ever to exist.

 “Oh Christ its Gio” I huffed pushing myself up. “Gio” He asked looking up at me. “Come here” I grabbed the collar of his suit pulling him up towards me. I played with the collar of his suit while inching my body closer to him. “Gio is some dude who likes me so very much and I don't like him very much” I explained looking up at Secondo who was much taller than I was, “Your doing more than just trying to get him away” He whispered inching closer to my face. “No I wouldn't dare”. 

I pulled him in closer sliding my hand down his chest down to his hips down to his thighs. “My friend Ann is up there” I heard Gio explain to Water or at least was trying to. “Yeahh she's busy my friend come back later” Water replied “Ann hiii” Was all I heard before the ghouls moved him away. As everything around us happened. There was one thing Secondo and I were good at and that was keep eye contact. “You ok” I asked hovering my hand over his hard that his suit would not hide. “You wouldn't dare” he mumbled. “Your right I wouldn't” I replied pulling away. “Good night Secondo” then I pulled my hand off him walking past him barley being able to walk down the stairs.

“Jesus Christ” I whispered to myself as I turned the hall. I had no idea what I just did and I was really gonna regret this tomorrow and I truly wish V was here at this moment. I rushed down the hall wanting to get away from the music and just people as much as the drinks were affecting me. I wasn't all that drunk and sober Ann was freaking out. 

I walked into an empty room shutting the door before I paced back and fourth. Should have I just left, yes that would have been smart but at this moment I am not. “What did I do” I whispered taking a seat on the couch. 

I sat on the couch thinking what I could say to him or V how would I explain what I did maybe V was right maybe I am out of control when I drink. All the thoughts stopped when a there was a knock on the door “yeah” I answered still sitting. The door opened and around the corner came Secondo. “Don't you have a balcony to attend” I asked. He stayed silent walking towards me. “Or don't answer at all” I chuckled. 

He stood in front of me reaching his hand to my lips pulling on my lower lip. “Just gonna stand there” I asked standing up. “A creep really”. I walked past him leaning against the desk. He turned around watching me. “Nothing” I asked. It was getting weird. 

He stepped closer closing the gap kissing my lips. I kissed him grabbing ahold of whatever part of clothing I could. “You wouldn't dare” He whispered between the kiss pushing me up onto the desk. Moans escape my lips as his bare hand slid up my thigh. His kissed my lips then my jaw towards my neck. His tongue slide down my neck towards my chest. “You wouldn't dare” I repeated. “Oh I would” he replied pushing my dress up pulling down the decent lace thinking no one would see it. 

His lips went up back to my jaw then to lips more aggressive then before. The lust and sweat was now filling the room but this time it was just us and no one else. I lifted his robe placing my legs around his hips. “You say you can fuck in this” I whispered staring into his eyes that had now darken. “Show me”. Without hesitation he unzipped the second part of his suit realising his dick. “Of course you wouldn't wear anything else”. 

I grabbed ahold of his hard stroking him ever so slowly. His head fell back small moans escaping. “Fuck me” I said pulling up my dress more. He kissed my lips bitting down on my bottom lip.With his on hand on my hip and the other on my thigh I felt him slowly slide in me. “Oh god” I moaned. “Fuck my love” He moaned placing his head between my neck as he thrusted into me slowly. “I'm not here for slow and careful” I whispered pulling him in by my legs. “Fucking hell’ He whispered his pace fastening. 

“Oh god Sec” I moaned falling back onto the desk. He grabbed ahold of my neck as he his thrusts turned into pounds. The pencils and pens began to fall onto the desk as he got rougher. “Yes fuck” I moaned. “Jesus christ” he whispered kissing my chest up to my boob and sucking my skin. “Oh fuck” I moaned. I could feel him pulsing inside me and god I wanted all of him.. “God woman you- feel amazing” he barley got out. By now the entirety of the desk was shaking. I pushed myself back up barley pulling him close to my body as he slammed into my pussy his dick only feeling better by the minute. 

“BOSS FATHER CALLING FOR A MEETING” We heard water yell from the other end of the door. “I- IN oh fuck” He whispered into my neck “ILL- B- BE THER- SOON -G- GO AW-AY” He could barley get out. “Oh god im gonna cum” He whispered his pace only fastening. “Cum in me” I whispered. “Fuck Ann” He moaned one last time. 

As he slolwed down I felt the warm cum fill inside me his dick throbbing. “Ohh”I moaned almost feeling to cum. He soon fastened his pace holding my tightly onto my ass. ‘Oh god oh fuck” I moaned. “Cum for me” He said. “Oh oh god” I screamed feeling the release. “Ohhh” I moaned as he slowed down. “Good girl” he said as he pulled me up kissing his lips. “You are magic” He whispered as we kissed again. “A compliant” I laughed as he want onto his knees. We kept eye contact as he spread my legs licking my pussy filled with his and I’s cum. “Christ” I moaned throwing my head back. “You have black makeup all over you” he chuckled standing back up. 

“You have red lipstick all over you and your makeup is smeared” I pointed to his face. “Wait for me my dear I have a meeting” he whispered as he fixed his clothes. “Mhm I’ll be waiting” I replied standing up fixing my dress. “Good” He whispered walking away. I grabbed ahold of his hand pulling him back into me kissing his lips. “Have a good meeting” I whispered letting go of his hand. 

He chuckled turning around and walking out the office. Water and Omega stared at the door. “Gentlemen” He nodded walking past them. “Ann” They nodded walking away. 

Holy shit. 

[blueberrywhale123]

Maxi is a Good Friend - Chapter 1

Hi y'all! 😊 So this is a little story I wrote that I'm just gonna leave here. Tell me what you think! It might not stay up here and I have no clue how to do the formatting for stories on this thing but oh well🤷‍♀️

So before you read, here a little context (I feel like those recipes from a mommy blog rn).

I've always loved season 1 of Violetta but was bothered by Tomas just butting in where I didn't want him🤣. And I also felt like no one but Leon and Ludmila(!!) were doing anything to keep him in check which seemed so weird to me. So I wrote a story where Maxi (because I really wanted to use him and he's good for this concept I have) notices Tomas' pushy behavior and helps Violetta put a bit of distance between them.

All done! Enjoy hopefully!

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CHAPTER 1/2

“Violetta! Over here!”

Maxi shot his hand into the air to better snag Violetta’s attention when he noticed her scanning the tables for him. As soon as she spotted him, Violetta bounded to her seat, all flouncing curls and bright grins. Maxi stood to greet her and they kissed each other’s cheek as they settled down.

“Hey, Maxi, so what did you want to show me?”

“So, I took that melody you made of the piano the other day and messed with it a bit. Tell me what you think of this.”

They both leaned over so Maxi could share his earbud with Violetta and listened for a moment as the familiar melodic lines were intertwined with percussion and strings, weaving into a fuller and warmer piece of music. Violetta slid her eyes shut against the world and allowed the music to wash over her, taking her to a new place. Maxi watched her in silence, analyzing any twitch in her facial features for signs of displeasure, waiting for her to come back to the surface and put her thoughts into words. He had been trying to keep the mood of the melody intact, the sensitivity and sweetness of it had too much of Violetta in it for him to erase it with layers of synth and the like. He’d been rather satisfied with the end product but his ultimate test was if the original composer liked it too. As the last notes strained to be heard even as they dissipated into the air, she opened her eyes to find Maxi eagerly poised for her feedback.

“It’s beautiful Maxi, really. I wouldn't change a thing,”

“Alright,” Maxt wiggled in his chair, swaying his shoulders from side to side. Violetta smiled at her friend’s enthusiasm.

“Oh, is that Tomás,” Maxi half stood to his feet to peer out the floor-to-ceiling front windows of the restaurant. And sure enough, he was right. Tomás was strolling by the entrance, seemingly not sure whether he was entering or not while deep in conversation with another boy that Maxi recognized from the music class he shared with Tomás.

He was about to call out, even walk up and offer them to join, but as he took a step away from the table, Maxi happened to glance at Violetta and what he saw stopped him in his tracks. Violetta was frozen in her chair, twisted halfway around with her head to the side as if she wanted to look but couldn't bring herself to follow through. But he could see the way she was flickering her eyes back and forth between the wall and Tomás. Maxi was used to Violetta and Tomás’ odd moments when they seemed lost in each other’s eyes, though it hardly happened since Violetta had started dating León; but this was completely different. Violetta was tense as a string pulled to its tightest and her eyes shone with intense discomfort. Slowly, Maxi lowered himself into his chair again, watching as Violetta somewhat relaxed but also how she kept glancing Tomás’ way until he wandered out of view.

“Hey, Violetta,” Maxi ventured, not at all liking what he was thinking. “You okay?”

“Hmm,” Violetta turned her full attention onto Maxi, “Oh, yeah, of course.” Her regular smile plastered itself on her face and Maxi watched her try to shake off whatever had just affected her so much. It wasn’t working.

“Did you and Tomás fight or some-”

“Maxi, I don’t really want to talk about Tomás, okay?”

“Well, I just thought that if something happened maybe I could help you clear it up and-”

“Maxi! The last thing I need is Tomás and me making up.”

With a snap, Maxi shut his mouth closed and backed away from Violetta’s look. It was as stern as she could make herself look and Maxi could take the hint that he was pushing too hard on the wrong sore spot. Holding his hands in the air, Maxi apologized and Violetta softened, her whole body seemed to sag and her face pinched in contrition for her sharp tone.

“Sorry,” she said. “I’m just a little stressed and tired right now. What with … everything.”

Maxi nodded silently and they sat together in peace, all the while Maxi’s mind replayed the scene of Violetta and Tomás. Something was wrong. And maybe he shouldn’t pry but he had never seen Violetta act like that around Tomás before. So, he took one more plunge and hoped that it wouldn’t end in either of them storming out in anger.

“Just to be clear - and I’m not trying to get involved - but are you avoiding Tomás?”

Violetta sighed from deep within herself and remained silent, casting her eyes anywhere but Maxi. Just when the silence had carried on for so long that Maxi dismayed at never being able to give Violetta some peace of mind, she opened her mouth. Maxi had to stop himself from jumping to attention. Violetta glanced his way and shut her lips tight again. Maxi’s jubilation deflated inside. A moment passed before Violetta opened her mouth again to speak, this time with her eyes on the wall to her left.

“It’s really hard to be around him right now.” Was what she said and Maxi could hardly grasp it.

Tomás? Hard to be around? He was a great friend to be with. Why would Violetta think that, especially when … Here Maxi found his missing puzzle piece. He liked hanging out with Tomás, but Tomás was just a friend. For Violetta, it was a long and messy history that seemed desperate to drag her back in despite her trying to put it behind her and enjoy her time with León.

“Being around him just confuses me more because he tells me we’re meant to be. That I can’t deny it. But I’ve been hurt so much by him, Maxi. Is it really wrong for me to want to be happy with León? León takes care of me, I love him. It’s not a lie.”

“Of course, it’s not a lie, Vilu,” Maxi rushed to assure her, taking her hand in his to infuse some measure of warmth and comfort into her. “Who told you that you’re lying? We all know you love León. León knows it for sure.”

“Tom- it doesn’t matter.” Violetta shook her head as if to shake away all the muddled thoughts that clouded her brain daily, her problems all jockeying for their turn to be dealt with. “All I know is that León and I always get hurt because I’m with Tomás. I get hurt because my doubts are dredging up again and León gets hurt because of it too. If I want this to work, there can’t be a third party in this relationship hovering over us.”

Maxi patted her hand, happy to see the strength that filled her frame as she spoke her fears and resolutions. Only for her countenance to fall and her body to slump forward. Pain pinched her features and Maxi couldn’t think of anything to say in the wake of her utterly broken frame. Defeated was the only word he could think to describe her. Violetta brought her free hand to her face and roughly rubbed at her eyes.

“But Maxi, I don’t know how to put distance between us. It feels like Tomás just pops up whenever things are going well with us. It’s always the same thing. ‘Why are you with León?’ ‘I know you love me’ ‘You have to decide’ But when I do, he doesn't believe me!” Maxi caught a glimpse of her teary eyes and his heart squeezed painfully in his chest at the sight of his dear friend’s agony. What could he do?

Violetta turned her eyes back to the table and sighed. “I care about Tomás,” she whispered so quietly that Maxi strained to hear her. “I do. But I want to be with León. I love being with him. Why is it so hard, Maxi?”

Her small words, spoken so softly and with all the innocence of a child begging someone they trust to help them understand the unexplainable, were a knife to Maxi’s heart. What could he do? He couldn’t just sit by and do nothing. But what did Maxi understand about any of this?

Violetta squeezed his hand twice and her usual smile, while a tad dimmer, was still bright enough to alleviate some of Maxi’s worry. “Thank you for listening, Maxi. I’m sorry to put all that on you. I hope it doesn’t make you act any differently around Tomás, though. He’s still your friend.”

“No, don’t worry, Violetta,” Maxi smiled back, stood to his feet, kissed Violetta goodbye, and headed back to the studio with a mind full of many things that he needed to think about. The most important of all being, how to help Violetta.

[lennjamin-o7]

🌯🗡️ anon here! Just woke up and the new chap and jesus christ I feel so fucking bad for Techno!

Like Phil genuinely can't come soon enough, when he next see's Techno I know that mans gonna be FURIOUS. God I don't even know what to start on there's just so much to like go over!

First with the people staring, of course they'd start getting eyefuls the second Phil isn't around to guard his sonboy and make them scatter away; It just sucks that Techno's gonna have to deal with it for now, don't worry Tech you have a very murderous father waiting for you, just wait a couple days and all will be fixed!

And then we move onto Mielle. Fuck Mielle. All my homies hate Mielle. Like I understand to a point that its fae nature to be an asshole since they're such self centred creatures but like, she's an asshole even for a fae. No wonder Phil rejected this little bastard, her vibes are simply too rancid to be allowed near his wonderful perfect wife!

She's gonna handle Phil not wanting her WONDERFULLY I can just tell after her totally reasonable response to the cookies. Also her wanting to yoink Phil's earring??? I already know that would've ended horribly for her, bros probably enchanted that to be a nuclear bomb for anyone else to wear. Nuclear bombza dare I say. I understand to a degree that the others are affected by whatever fae magic she's unconsciously / consciously using but honestly so far the only redeemable one is the queen.

Mielle: "I know you wanna adopt me SO BAD but I wanna stay with this family"

Phil: "Ew?? Who even are you??? Move aside so I can see my real baby"

Techno: 🧍‍♂️

Phil, practically vibrating with joy: "There he is!!! There's the boy!!!!" :D

Mielle: "HIM????"

Like with the cookie scene. "Techno’s grip around the bag loosened for a moment, habitually giving in to Mielle's request" Techno I don't think that's entirely habit. Mielle really wasn't prepared for her personal punching bag to gain a bit of magic resistance against her huh. Like I know Phil absolutely like enchanted the promise because that's technically a deal and since he's more powerful than her, he won that little battle but like bro accidentally threw Tech into like boiling water with that one.

Mielle: No fear

Phil: "I heard you gave Techno a bit of a scratch m8, lets have a little chat"

Mielle: 1 fear

or

Mielle after Techno spills what she did to Phil: "Why do I hear boss music??"

Also the scratch??? Phil was already gonna be mad about the hair but his sonboy being hurt?? In a custody battle they don't even know they're fighting??? If Kristin was already trying to deny him it'd take 1 look at the little skrunkle for him to just steal her Entire Heart away. Instantly.

Kristin: "Phil as much as I'd like to give into you, this is a very big commitment and I don't know if you're ready for it! No matter how wonderful he might be."

Techno: Walks in with a massive scratch on his cheek and his hair shaved off, visibly miserable. Very much looking like a sad wet cat.

Kristin: 🧡👄🧡

Kristin: "Oh. Oh he is a little baby isn't he? A sweet baby boy. A sonboy. Isn't he cute? He's kind?? Talented too, you say??? Our sonboy now. I want full custody and I want it NOW"

On that note though. Felix. Fuck Felix. All my homies hate Felix. Bro pretends to like sympathise with Techno but like very clearly sees himself above him. I wanna think he TRIES to be a good brother but if I'm completely honest I doubt that. Bro was obviously mad that Tech like started making his own way in the world. Watch it come up that the king and queen didn't order the hair thing at all. Purely just him bullying Techno for daring to say no to his spoiled brat of a sister.

He's still a bit of a magic baby anyway due to like Phils original deal so I think he'd have a bit of magic resistance too since the whole magical conception / womb deal. I could absolutely be wrong but like he clearly has some magic to him, meaning he in theory SHOULD be more resistant to Mielle. He probably just decides to give into her so he can feed his ego more.

You're like 21 bullying a 13 year old, get a fucking life Felix. Maybe get a hobby. I heard Getting Ripped Apart by Philza was about to come into season real soon; maybe give that a go! Oh also! I'm gonna cast my little guess for how this is gonna end out here to see how far off I might be when the end gets revealed. I have a feeling that it's gonna end in Mielle and Felix maybe getting punished rather than the queen and king.

Like yeah they're the ones that broke the deal but the kids ARE the deal and they have been fucking with Phil's new baby boy. So maybe the punishment will just be "You wanted kids?? I you had 3 but you refused to give me the 1 you promised so now I'm taking 1 by force and killing the other 2" type deal or more of a "You broke the deal but gimmie the one kid you had outside the deal and I'll call it even".

Oh and back to the hair! I'm not entirely sure how long it really is since Tech refused to look in the mirror so mentally I'm thinking of more of a classic Wilbur Soot type hair rn, does that mean Phils faerie knot got cut out?? If that's his tracker / the way he can get to his sonboy then that's even more angst for Tech. He's really just had an awful day. First he say to say bye to Phil, then Mielle is a bitch, then FELIX is a bitch and finally Phil doesn't come to visit him?? So much more skrunkle for the skrunkle boy!

I know I've like brushed on it a bit twice but like Phil is gonna be SO fucking furious when he see's what they've done. He leaves his baby boy in their custody for like 14 hours TOPS if he doesn't come visit Techno in the manor and they fuck up THAT much??? Like its good since that's gonna push Tech even more into Phil but also Phil wants Tech to be fucking happy for once!

Phil: "He's gonna come in any moment my love, you cant miss him, he's the boy with the long pink hair and adoptable vibes!"

Kristin: "I mean I see a kid with pink hair but his hair is far shorter than you said and and he looks miserable; He's kinda like a sad wet cat, I can see how he's perfect for us!"

Phil: :) "Ikr! He's so wonderfu- WAIT HOW DID THEY FUCK HIM UP THAT BAD SO QUICKLY????" >:O

Phil shaking the king and queen by the shoulders: >:( "WHAT DID YOU DO??? WHY DO YOU KEEP RUINING THINGS????"

I just love the thought of Phil having to like sales pitch Techno to Kristin and her having been on board ages ago or like her getting a single look at Techno and him just YOINKING her heart. Simply doing what Phil spent literal DECADES trying to do in like 2 seconds flat.

Phil: "Hes super good at archery, very kind and so SO skrunkly"

Kristin: :/ "Idk Phil I'm just not sure"

Phil, sighing: "I guess I have to pull out the big guns then"

Kristin "oh?"

Phil: "I saw him eat an entire hand pie in under 30 seconds. He unhinged his jaw like some kind of snake and nearly swallowed it whole. It was awful. I thought he was gonna choke like every bite!"

Kristin: :O

Kristin: "Terrifying. When can I meet him?? He sounds wonderful!" :D

Techno's gonna get so many pies when Phil wins the custody battle I can see it now. They call him the blood god because he's always 'covered in blood' but it's actually all the filling of the pies Phil gives him. He just shoved too many in his mouth at once and it got all over his shirt. He's too embarrassed to correct anyone so he just lets the rumour continue. Phil and Kristin find it HILARIOUS. Whenever Techno's upset in the future, post adoption, they always give him cookies or pie to comfort him. He deserves it.

Techno: 👁️💧🐽💧👁️

Phil: "I'm gonna give this boy so much fucking pie you don't even know"

Phil eventually teaches Techno how to bake, Techno immediately uses it for evil. The Potato Pie Incident will forever be feared in the fae court. That on top of many more disasters he begins through baking; he becomes as infamous as Phil because of it. Phil is so SO proud.

Fae courtier: "You suck! you're just Phil and Kristins pity project!!"

Techno: "Say that again and I PROMISE I'll go into the fucking kitchen and start baking ON TOP of telling mum and dad!"

Fae courtier, shaking in fear: "I'm so sorry young prince, I don't know what came over me! Please don't punish others for my actions!!"

or

Phil: "Hey Tech! How's my little piggy doing? What are you baking??" :D

Techno, in a frilly apron: "Revenge" >:(

Phil, crying: "I'm so proud!" :,)

I think that's enough brainrot for now, I hope you enjoy my novel; As always have a wonderful day and I'm sorry if I've overwhelmed you!

Gosh, I love your asks 💚💚💚💚💚

Techno is having a #time, certainly. Phil is not going to be happy about how Techno ks being treated. Like. At all.

He's a very special boy. Who wouldn't want to stare? But, to be fair, most of the people staring were humans. The fae scattered. They know better. Mostly. Some snuck back to stare once Philza skipped off. How could they not? Gossips, the lot of them.

Mielle is very much not a good person, nope. She is a bad apple, for sure. Kind of hard not to be when you are raised thinking you are perfect. She's selfish. She's vain. She thinks she is the only person and everyone else is just side characters. Techno saying NO???? Literally, hacks. No way. Couldn't happen. That is IMPOSSIBLE???

And yeah, Phil absolutely threw Techno into a very bad situation. Though, I think you might need to be wary of the "accidentally" in that sentence. Granted, I doubt he realized how hot the pot really was when he threw Techno into it.

As you said, he will NOT be happy with tbe scratch. His sonboy? Scratched? SCRATCHED?

I love how you describe Kristin seeing the sad skrunkle of a Techno for the first time. It had me cackling all day.

Yeah, Felix honestly thinks he's helping. He isn't, but he isn't being an ass just for the sake of being an ass. But he absolutely pulled the soup trick, and the exploring around thing to soften Techno to get him to cut his hair. Like, that was an intentional move. It wasn't a coincidence.

And Felix IS less affected by Mielle's magical pull. But, it's also a little sister who he was raised to be incredibly protective of and honestly hold in higher regard than his own country. His devotion is less magical and more that he was raised to view her as the most important person. Like, he was 4 when she was born. Imagine being told over and over again from the age of 4 that you HAVE to protect your sister. That your sister is delicate and special and we are putting everything on the line for her. Like, that's also a factor. He has more of a resistance, magically. But he was still raised to act that way.

I like hearing your predictions. :) Please continue to send them.

Techno's hair is very short. One inch of hair is not very long. My sister cuts hair, and I asked her how short 1 inch of hair is, and she said it was a clipper guard 8.

Which is something like this.

It's very short.

And yeah, the faerie knot got cut out :(

And your impression of Phil trying to convince Kristin is SENDING ME. Sales pitch Philza, convincing Wife about the benefits of new child. He's precious as an apple pie. So cute. Little bit skrunkle but that's a pro, not a con.

PIE FOR THE PIE GOD!!!

I appreciate every second of this! Every. Second. Sorry if I missed anything in my reply. It's a bit hard on mobile. But I have been sitting here, giggling, while reading this. Always feel free to share your thoughts!