#i really hope so because i can't stand seeing her uncomfortable anymore

[lenteur]

random thoughts about run on, episode twelve

(please do note that this post contains spoilers so read at your own risk.)

continuing with the kiss that happened at the end of the previous episode, we see yeong hwa sad and crying about dan ah playing with his feelings 💔 i’m a bit disappointed the show didn’t make this scene more serious. however, i do understand why they chose that angle

ms. seo (as he likes to call her) always calls him kid. we see him cry over the kiss then instantly become happy when he eats chicken, pouting when things don’t go his way. he truly is a kid. it’s like we saw him through dan ah’s eyes

i find it amusing how he’s the only one who can drive dan ah crazy like that. makes their relationship even more interesting

may’s reaction to mi joo’s a*gyo is the same as mine whenever i see a*gyo. #cringe

the first half of this episode focused more on dan ah and i really enjoyed it because the writers developed her complicated relationship with her younger brother.

i feel for tae woong because all he wants is a family and some affection. he’s ready to do anything for his sister. “i guess i have a weakness for people who like me. i’m not immune to love yet” that explains a lot

this might be a detail for some but i was waiting to see woo sik run because we couldn’t at the beginning of the show.

contrary to what mi joo says, i think seon gyeom’s super cute with glasses. adds 144562545896523 points to his natural charms. and her excuse made me roll my eyes so much 🙄 “i don’t want anything covering your face” well, allow me to disagree with you

ki eun bi is a queen 👑👑👑 she’s talking back to her father’s friends while still being polite and courteous. and then we see her defending children’s dreams and careers when she says “does your daughter want to play golf?” she’s living her father’s dream and i’m not sure if she began playing golf for herself or her father. i like that she has enough distance with her childhood to realize she doesn’t want other kids to go through what she’s been through

“i don’t want to talk to married men” i’m so sorry your father forces you to do that queen :( you don’t deserve it

i’m happy this show still gives us many interesting quotes about translating (just so i can annoy the 0 people who are reading this) “some people say it’s treason to translate” it’s such a true statement. i’ve seen people, especially for movies, say well you’re just twisting what the original version says. you don’t know the truth. you’ll never be able to give a good translation of this word/sentence. and as translators, trust me, we know. and that’s one of our biggest fears. we can spend hours focusing on one word because we don’t want the message to get across the wrong way. we’ve had nightmares about it as well. which is why i’ve never wanted to work for movies/shows because i know the impact is bigger than any other field of translation.

it was obvious that ki jeong do (seon gyeom’s father) would spy on the main couple. it still sent chills down my spine though

thank you to ki eun bi for letting mi joo know. i luv sisterhood 💕

in case you didn’t know it already, lee yeong hwa is my favorite character. he can go from cold to cutie in .2 seconds. i prefer the cute version even more (even though i cringe at his a*gyo)

i like that whenever yeong hwa is in a scene, it always ends up being funny lol

like for example when he was trying to put the lens in seon gyeom’s eye. everything stopped and cue the romantic music. add on top of that yeong hwa saying things like “don’t you feel the tension?” (i forgot to copy paste the exact words sorry for that)

or when mi joo asked yeong hwa if he saw anyone suspicious. yeong hwa: *points at mi joo* idk if it was on purpose but it brought me back to mi joo saying seon gyeom is suspicious lol

it felt nice to see dan ah share her feelings about yeong hwa “you’ve been my comfort but also my despair” “i used to be content with your paintings but it made me miss you more.” “it felt like wasting time without you by my side” i don’t know how their story will end but i hope we’ll get a few more moments like this one please?

“using the family to your advantage disgusts me” yes seon gyeom! tell your father the truth! when he came to save eun bi from these men, i let out a sigh of relief. FINALLY!!!

ki jeong do blaming seon gyeom’s behavior on mi joo. it’s partly true because she’s the one who encouraged him to do whatever he wants, to not listen to everything anyone else has to say and to focus on what he feels. but i think seon gyeom had it in him. mi joo was just the catalyst in that change of behavior

“you ruined seon gyeom. he used to be such a good boy but he won’t listen to me anymore” “i have the right to own him” like mi joo said, it feels like ki jeong do thinks his son is an object and not a person. he’s been using his family all along. and he’s mad that he can’t do that with his son anymore.

and then mi joo counteracts with “your son isn’t an object. why do you talk as if he’s yours?” “then you’d discard him if there’s a seizure warranty on him” thankfully mi joo is here to defend seon gyeom and prove she cares for him

when seon gyeom said “she (mi joo) is my strength, not my weakness” i went weak in the knees. mi joo is the one who helped him be more confident and bold. she pushed him out of his comfort zone. he gives it his all when he falls in love

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─ 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘷. (𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺) 🍑

⤷ summary: austria. mclaren pr department can't read the room so shit officially hits the fan. at least y/n is getting paid for her troubles. lando thinks he can think his way out of this one 🤣

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"You want us to what?" Y/n asked incredulously.

There is no way. No. Fucking. Way.

"I know this may seem out of the blue, or even slightly unorthodox, however-" Michael started. Thirty-nine years old, head of the McLaren PR Department, her boss, and he thought this was only 'slightly' unorthodox. Right.

"I think we're a little past slightly, don't you think?" Lando muttered from the chair next to her. He wasn't looking at her directly anymore.

She had successfully ignored 127 messages, 53 phone calls, 3 emails, and a handful of indirect messages from Oscar, and he still didn't seem to get the hint. She shot him down once again when he tried to approach her before their meeting, after she had purposefully shown up as soon to the start time as possible to avoid him. Maybe that had been the final straw and he had understood she had no intention of speaking to him.

Lando's eyes met hers and Y/n swallowed down the guilt at his kicked puppy dog look. He was very good at looking pathetic, and she was starting to become skilled at ignoring it.

Not skilled enough.

"I'm well aware this is putting you both in a very precarious position, especially you Y/n considering your career," Michael continued, "but since you two have begun to interact on social media our numbers have nearly tripled. We've increased our social following across all platforms, we've increased engagement, Christ, we've even increased our merch sales. But if you two dated, a real, PR contract-based relationship, the results would be more than we could have hoped for at the start of the project."

"That was the point of hiring me," Y/n said sitting up. Yes, she was annoyed, but at this point who could blame her, "I knew my strategy of personalizing ourselves to the internet would work. I told you guys this would happen, and if we keep to it we could probably still reach these numbers you're looking for. What you're suggesting doesn't seem a bit far to you? A bit too risky?"

"Honestly, Y/n, the fact of the matter is this: we could increase what you've already started. If we go through with this project, we could see a skyrocket in our social media. This could do wonders for the team, especially given the results this season. No offense, Lando."

The Brit seemed to be dragged out of his thoughts at the comment and he simply shrugged and waved his hands impassively. Y/n intentionally ignored his disregard for the situation, because jumping across her seat and choking him would not solve any of her current problems- even if she really, really wanted to choke him.

"Do you understand what this can do to my career? This would look so unprofessional for me. The point of a PR relationship is that it doesn't really seem like a fake relationship. It would seriously decrease my options if or when I leave McLaren if it seems like I date my coworkers. You're basically condemning me to a life where I would never be hired again. I won't do it. I can't do this." Y/n said shakily, before standing up. It felt like she couldn't breathe, and it's not like she could turn to Lando for comfort in this because they weren't even friends. Not that he seemed all that bothered anyway. Lando seemed perfectly comfortable staring into space like the airhead he was.

Zak, who had been standing calmly in the corner of the room leaned toward her and squeezer her shoulder comfortingly. She had no doubt he knew how uncomfortable this situation must be for her. Unfortunately for her, he just didn't seem to care. Or at least not enough.

Michael sighed and stood up as well, walking around the desk he was sitting at so he was directly in front of her and Lando and sit on the desk itself.

"I hear your concerns Y/n, I really do, but you cannot truly expect that we wouldn't have some safety measures in place for your protection, can you? When I said this would be a contractual relationship, I meant it. There would be physical evidence that you were not violating any workplace policies, and were instead participating in a project that involved the relationship you would be a part of. We would provide any future employers with proof of this, given that they are willing to sign an NDA. You would not be left at risk in your future endeavors," Michael explained sympathetically. Y/n couldn't help but feel the insincerity of his words in comparison to his face.

They understood they were putting her in an uncomfortable position. They understood they were endangering her career no matter how many contracts she signed. And yet here they were, asking anyways.

"And if I just don't want to?" She asked and she heard Zak sigh from behind her. He took his hand off her shoulder.

Oh.

"Then I'm afraid we've reached a standstill here, haven't we?" Michael said. She inhaled sharply and looked down.

Oh. They were going to fire her. Of course.

"Are you serious?" Y/n finally turned to look at Lando. At some point in between when she had last looked at him and since she had begun to have her job dangled in front of her face he had stood up. He looked angry, not that he hadn't looked some variation of hurt, angry, and sad since he arrived.

"You can't seriously be threatening to fire her, right in front of me, over a project that no one in their right mind would agree to without any incentive. You do realize you haven't really offered her anything that would make her agree don't you? Do you do this to all of your employees or just the ones who carry nearly an entire department on their back?" Lando spit out angrily. He wasn't yelling, but he had sure as hell left the station of speaking calmly a while ago.

"Lando," Zak started through grit teeth, but Michael held up a hand.

"You're right Lando, I'm sorry, let me-"

"Why are you apologizing to me? I'm not the one whose job you were just threatening."

"You're right," Michael cleared his throat and returned back to his chair, "I'm sorry Y/n. Truly. I don't think we've approached the topic correctly at all. Let me start over. There is, of course, some incentive for you."

Y/n sighed, and looked over at Lando. Like usual, he was already looking at her. He was letting her take the reigns of the situation, he was letting her be in charge.

Because he respects you, a small part of her brain whispered and she closed her eyes and breathed in. She wasn't thinking about that anymore. She couldn't think about him anymore.

She sat down and stared at Michael. He could continue, but that didn't mean she would agree. Lando sat down as well, glaring at Zak over his shoulder until the older man walked away from behind Y/n's chair and back to the inconspicuous corner he had been in when they started.

"We had some extra money allotted in the budget," Michael started uncomfortably, pushing his glasses up his nose. His voice was wavering and uncertain, making his British accent even thicker. Y/n seemed to have an affinity for upsetting British men this week. Call it American reparations or whatever, but she was finding the prospect quite enjoyable.

"There would be a salary increase for you, should you choose to participate in the project." Michael stated, as he shifted some papers around on the desk. He uncapped a pen and wrote down a number on a piece of company branded legal pad paper. He folded the paper and slid it across the desk. Y/n, who had begun rubbing her temples irritatedly, closed her eyes as she sighed through her nose before reaching a hand out to look. Lando's hand slid in front of hers and grasped the paper before she could.

Her eyes widened in surprise and she looked at him incredulously as he unfolded the paper Michael had passed.

"Lando," Michael began and Lando cut the man off with a scoff. He crumpled the paper and tossed it in the trash.

"You're asking the girl to put her career on the line and that's the amount that you offer?" Lando scoffed. Michael continued to try to speak but Lando held his hand up.

"Let's break this down properly before we make anymore stupid offers," Lando said, voice dripping the arrogance that typically bothered Y/n the most.

"You're asking her to stick out her neck for a PR project that may not work the way you're hoping, you'll be expecting her to keep performing her current work functions while also appearing at additional McLaren events as my partner. On top of all of that, you'll probably also want us to be making public appearances on days and times where she wouldn't be working at all anyway," Y/n thought briefly that this might be the most serious she had ever heard him sound.

"You also can't expect anyone to believe any of this if she doesn't also behave like we're dating in public, and expecting physical affection with someone she isn't actually dating is a lot to ask of someone who isn't a robot, if you weren't already aware," Lando stated patronizingly.

"And that's not even acknowledging the multiple hostile workplace environment policies you've broken in this meeting alone. I really hope you're not expecting her to sign a contract right now without a lawyer on top of that, considering that's illegal." Lando finished, staring at Michael with more anger she had ever seen him show.

"So maybe we should try a much bigger number," Lando said, leaning forward in his chair, "might I recommend doubling it?"

Why was he doing this. She hadn't even heard him out since their argument, ignoring any attempts at conversation, and now he was fighting tooth and nail in a room where no one else was defending her. Including the CEO of the company, who quite literally held his job in his hands.

Maybe that's just his charm. That he never thinks things through. That he doesn't think at all, whether it hurts someone else or himself in the process or not. It's just in his nature to fight first and ask questions later. She couldn't decide whether that was something she could handle or not.

Michael cleared his throat and wrote a number down quickly, handing it to Lando this time instead of her. Lando looked at the number and turned to look at her, nodding and handing the paper over.

Y/n fumbled with the paper slightly before opening it and exhaling sharply through her nose. Right in front of her eyes was a one, a five, and 5 whopping zeroes.

One and a half million dollars. Lando had just gotten her one and a half million dollars.

"This," Y/n started with a shaking voice, before clearing it with a harsh swallow. This was more money than she had ever seen before in her life.

"This is what you're offering me instead of my current salary?" She asked uncertainly. She was getting a headache from the tension of the furrow of her brows.

"No of course not," Lando started, never looking away from Michael.

"This is a bonus they're offering in addition to your current salary, right?" He narrowed his eyes at Michael. Michael nodded aggressively.

"Yes of course. This would be a bonus for participating in the project. You would be receiving your current salary as well for the work you were already participating in," Michael assured and his shoulders slumped in relief when Lando looked away to finally look at her.

"You don't have to make any decisions now," Lando began gently, eyes visibly softening, but Y/n could hardly hear him.

Half a million dollars would be more than enough to pay off her student loans. One and a half million dollars was more money than she even knew what to do with.

"I'll do it," She agreed.

One and a half million dollars, she reassured herself as Lando smiled at her softly. She smiled back. She was only doing this for the money; the one and a half million dollars.

Lando ignored the fluttering in his stomach as she smiled at him for the first time all day. He cheered internally. Who cared about money, this would be perfect. He would make sure to be perfect.

Lando would be the best fake boyfriend she could ever ask for, starting now.

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ynusername austria views hit different this time of year 🥴

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user1 you need a bark cause i can dog real loud

user2 so close op, but not quite!

user1 ... i'm too embarrassed to try again atp

user3 A SOFT LAUNCH?? ON THIS FINE TUESDAY EVENING??

user4 i HATE happy couples, they ruin my mood fr

user5 no deadass, like i hope y'all find out you're cousins

user4 she's dating a m*n i feel so sick

user5 the white men got her 🧎‍♀️

user6 you know who else is in austria 👀

user7 i want to tell you to be fr... but lowkey that does look like lando

user8 BE SO FR YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE HIS FACE

user9 i can't believe i'm lany/n truthing in god's year of 2023, but i am

user10 maybe lany/n is the friends we made along the way

user9 don't patronize me bitch iT'S RIGHT THEREEEEE

landonorris what book are you reading 🤨

ynusername stop acting like you know how to read

landnorris i didn't want to know anyways 😀👍

user11 damn girl they pay you to do this 😫 i don't even get vacation days

ynusername hi i'm saul goodman. did you know that you have rights? the constitution says you do. and so do i ☝️

user12 going on a date on a work trip, are we? 🫣

ynusername let's just call it an employee outing (;

user12 WAHT DOES THAT MEAN Y/N???

user13 OH MY GOD???

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mclaren lando norris p4? more likely than you think (ignore oscar, an intern let him out of his cage again) 😞

user14 he looks so happy, no one speak to me ever again

user15 it's that y/n effect

oscarpiastri quick question! WHAT THE FUCK.

oscarpiastri i am NOT an animal 😡 i don't need a cage

lilyzneimer DON'T YELL AT HER OSCAR 🫵 I'LL HAVE THE INTERN PUT YOU BACK.

mclaren yeah oscar 🤨 watch it

oscarpiastri this isn't a funny joke 😔 this isn't haha funny

user16 lando's best results after there are rumors they've started dating... hmmmm

user17 omg not y'all starting already

user16 what can i say the fanfics write themselves

user18 oscar fans can never catch a break, huh?

user19 i knew that last post was too good to be true

user20 @/oscarpiastri what happened to bribery??

oscarpiastri sorry guys, i pissed her off 😓

user21 ig since lando's off the shit list someone had to take his place

landonorris i got p4 for you admin 🤭

mclaren this is workplace harassment

landonorris ):

mclaren 🎻🤏 (it's the world's smallest violin playing the world's saddest song)

landonorris alright, fuck you ig

user23 lando flirting in the comments and then getting turned down in the most humiliating manner, what's new

landonorris ... it wasn't that humiliating

user23 🎻🤏

landonorris STOP OT NOW.

user24 i know y/n's boyfriend is reading these comments and weeping

user25 boy oh boy do i have news for you op

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f1wags Various sources have reported seeing Y/n L/n, the current McLaren social media manager and McLaren F1 Driver Lando Norris together across Austria during the GP weekend, and celebrating after. Various kisses and intimate interactions were reported by our sources, including the ones pictured above. What do we think about this new workplace romance?

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user26 IS THIS REAL???? IS THIS REALLLLLL??????

user27 THE PICTURES ARE THERE BUT I STILL DON'T BELIEVE IT

user28 they're so cute, it almost makes me forget that this is the most insane thing i'll see all year

user29 bro beat the norizz allegations

user30 THE KISS?? THE BEACH PICTURES??? THE DINNER HUG??? OH THEY'RE IN LOVE IN LOVE

user31 they grow up so fast

user32 he's not hot enough for her, next question!

user33 be so serious 🙄

mclaren zoo wee mama

user34 THIS IS WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF????

mclaren hubba hubba

user35 from the team account is diabolical

user36 and they say bullying isn't a love language

user37 she hated on him so hard he fell in love with her

landonorris damn right she did

user38 lando try not to be down bad challenge *impossible* *never seen before*

user39 oh i know the twitter users that have been getting hate for weeks for saying the truth are MADDDD

user40 they couldn't have been more obvious, we've been in denial

user41 the eyes chico, they never lie

user42 oh i know zak brown is throwing up over this pr nightmare

user43 right like i think people are forgetting she's an employee 💀

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landonorris post-p4 cooldown 🧡

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oscarpiastri what's all this then 🧍‍♂️

oscarpiastri i really love how you're so good about telling me things 😮‍💨

user44 someone free oscar from lany/n bro

user45 this was NOT on my 2024 bingo card

user46 i don't think anyone could have predicted lando having rizz

ynusername so true

landonorris HEY.

danielricciardo i wasn't familiar with your game lando

landonorris STOP HITTIG ON HER SHES MINE

danielricciardo damn lil bro no one is taking her from you

user47 "she's mine" down horrendous once again

user48 bro was born down horrendous i fear

carlossainz55 i can't believe you didn't tell me lando! congratulations

landonorris it was a secret you muppet 🙄 but thank you

maxverstappen1 you too make a great couple! congrats mate 🤝

ynusername this was the most max verstappen way you could have said this

maxverstappen1 still bullying me i see 😔

lilyzneimer CUTIE PATOOTIES <3 oh and hi lando

landonorris can't even be mad cause they are too damn cute 😫

lilyzneimer good answer!

bsfuser1 congratulations i guess (she was mine first) 🙄

landnorris thanks! (we can share)

bsfuser2 hurt her and i kill you!!! so cute together tho <3

landonorris you lot are fucking terrifying!! appreciate it (:

zbrownceo Congratulations you two! Can't imagine a better pair 🧡💪

landonorris Thanks Zak!!!

ynusername you gave cali kisses so i guess you're alright <3

landonorris as many kisses as my girls want

user49 MY GIRLS KMSSSS

user50 cat dad cat dad cat dad ‼️

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that's the end of act 1!!! part 2 coming shortly <3 i'm moving into college and starting classes so if updates slow down a bit just know i'm getting things out as quickly as i can ((: hope you enjoyed and feel free to leave your thoughts!!

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hey queen! can you pls do an angst story with chris. where they get into an argument and chris said things he never meant. then he apologizes to her afterwards. ( basically angst to fluff)

damsel in distress | chris sturniolo.

i added my own twist to this ask. it's my favourite prompt so thank you! 18+ protective!ex-boyfriend chris x fem!reader. fighting, touches on themes of unwanted attention, mentions of alcohol, explicit language. reader discretion is advised. p.s inspired by the unreleased olivia rodrigo song 'prison for life'.

the house is filled with familiar faces and strangers. a small gathering turned into a full blown house party from the moment the word got out. where the sturniolo triplets are, a flock follows. you sigh, pushing and shoving your way through the unwanted crowd.

all you want is to make it into the kitchen, miraculously being the only place no one wants to linger. the last person you need to see right now is your ex lover. chris is standing ahead of you, leaning on the kitchen counter, alone in the room. you shut the doors behind you, needing to escape. even if it means with him.

“if you wanted to get me alone, you could have just asked." he speaks smug, before taking a sip from his red solo cup.

“i'm not in the mood,” you dismiss. you open the fridge, eyes scanning the shelves but nothing calling your name.

you know you're not actually looking for anything, you just don't want to look at him. the entire night has you shaking with anger. from the mess in your home, the lack of care everyone is taking, the noise complaint you know you'll be getting later, and worst of all, that one guy who won't leave you alone.

you've never seen him before tonight, you don't even know his name, but all he's done is make you uncomfortable. try to dance with you, try to give you drinks. he brushes your waist every time he walks past.

all of your friends have been encouraging you to go for it, to get over chris. and honestly, you consider it for a moment. just to finally move on, but you can't bring yourself to. at least not with some random creep.

the break up is still raw. he tells everyone it was 'mutual' but it was a part on your request. he'd never throw you under the bus like that. he knows why you made your decision, he's never questioned it.

chris feels like it's unrequited love. although, you haven't lost any love for him, no matter how much you try to push him away. he has every right to despise you, but he doesn't.

every time you close a chapter with him, you find yourself in a sequel. it's like you're re-reading different stories, but the ending stays the same. your heart wants him, your brain wants to hate him.

"what's wrong?" he asks, sensing you're genuine in your frustration.

"nothing." you refuse to let him know what's happing in your world, let alone your mind. you don't need to let in him anymore, even though you want to let it out. he's the one person who could just sit and listen to you for hours on end.

"alright, just askin" his words trail off into a hush. he switches the tone, not wanting the conversation to stop.

“your friends are nice” he speaks in a sickeningly sweet tone, because if anyone knows how to kick you while you're down, it's him.

"you would think that" you scoff, implying that you've seen them throw themselves at him all night. him pouring them drinks, smiling and frothing over the attention he's receiving.

"the fuck is that supposed to mean?" his temperamental side seeps out, and you grow only more irritated.

"chris, can you get out please?" you huff, hands crossing over your chest. an unintentional way to seperate yourself from him, a metaphorical wall being put up.

"such a party pooper. you really gotta let loose, relax a bit." his words come out a lot more nasty that you hope he meant them, and it makes your face hot.

you give him the benefit of the doubt and think he's speaking with resilience, at the fact you keep shutting him down.

"i wonder why we ever broke up." you reply sarcastically, a fake smile on your face. he rolls his eyes, finishing off his drink and letting out an audible "ah," like a child finishing a juice box.

"i haven't seen you all night, y/n" his voice softens, and it becomes clear he's speaking for the sake of talking to you. he always wants to talk to you.

looking at the counter quickly to place his cup down, he looks back at you, tilting his head to the side slightly. he's not being horrible to you, he never has been. he's still in your life whether you like it or not, despite your hostility.

"sorry. i'm just tired." you lie. he knows it.

"your poker face isn't very good. i learnt that the hard way," he bounces his eyebrows, biting the tip of his tongue, eyes a bit wider as he stares at the ground and you can tell he's having a flashback.

you chuckle at the reference. the one time he caught you faking an orgasm didn't end very well, and he's been able to catch you out ever since. he's never been afraid to pull you up on your own fibs.

"sorry, again." you hug your body tighter, avoiding his eyes. he pushes himself off the counter with a stretch like hum and walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"stop apologizing, you sound like matt," he rolls his eyes lightheartedly, and you let out a small laugh. that's always his intention, to make you smile.

"c'mon princess, let's get you a drink. seems like you need it." he nods toward to the door, rubbing your shoulder enthusiastically.

you let him try to fix your mood, because god knows you do actually need to stop stressing. you can't control what happens, just how you react. that's what chris always used to say when you were together.

feeling safe in his embrace, he security guard style moves you through the party. he hollers "excuse me!" and "coming through!" and everyone just listens, parting like the red sea. he's not the biggest guy in the room, but he sure is the most assertive. especially with you under his arm.

when you finally get to the drinks table, he makes you a vodka lemonade, saving the rest of the can for himself to finish off. it's not the most thrilling drink, but enough to keep you settled. ease the tension a bit. plus, it tastes good. no harm, no foul. as chris is mixing the liquids into cups, you feel an unwanted hand snake up around your hip.

"there you are. are you hiding from me?" your stomach drops at the voice of the mystery man towering over you, and you look ahead to watch chris's eyes snap up instantly.

chris lowers the cups, holding his eyes on the man behind you. you watch as he kinks his neck and his jaw tenses, taking a step closer. you shake your head at chris, holding a hand up subtly to tell him not to come any closer.

turning around, you stare up at the man. his breath reeks of liquor, and his shirt is drenched is sweat. it makes you sour your face and tense your entire body.

"i don't know what you want from me, but it's not gonna happen. i think you should leave." you speak sternly, trying not to let your voice shake with pure nerves. not even liquid confidence could help you right now.

"the party's just getting started," the man smiles, stumbling toward you in what you think is an attempt at a hug, but you begin pushing his body away from yours with a shove.

"dude, she doesn't want you. walk away." you hear chris's direct voice over your shoulder.

the last thing you want is negative attention on chris in a room full of people who would spread the news like wildfire. you never want that for him.

"it's okay, i got this." you dismiss chris in the nicest possible way, but you're being serious.

"come on, we'll have fun," the man hiccups through his words, mumbling them and tripping over toward you again.

"get the fuck away from her." chris's breath hits the back of your neck as he moves even closer to you.

"christopher, i'm serious. stop." you speak through grit teeth, so people can't read your lips, as he lingers next to you.

you try to be as inconspicuous as you can in your rejection to his advances, but he won't give up. the man appears more annoyed, and he grabs your wrist with a tight grip.

"let go of me." you grab the mans hand, trying to pry his grip without making it obvious.

you’re shaking at the thought of attention drawing. not for you, but for chris. eyes are already on you, being his ex. it's not what he ever wanted for you either. if he could make it all disappear, he would. it becomes more difficult when chris notices, and this time, has no intention of backing down.

"i'm not gonna repeat myself, back the fuck up." chris walks around your body, face to face with the guy who has a hold on you now.

"please, chris." you beg, voice quivering.

you know his temper can change in the blink of an eye. him and matt both have that in common.

"she doesn't need your help, pretty boy." the man splatters his words, a malicious smile on his face as he leans toward chris, almost nose to nose.

chris smiles criminally, flashing his teeth.

"you're right," chris puts his hands up in defence, a downward smile on his face as he chuckles darkly, taking a big step backward.

there's a feeling of relief, and intense fear as he actually does start to back away. but you know chris. unfortunately, it's unavoidable.

you try to catch his eyes, and speak through a begging stare without using words. he looks at you with sadness, and you mime the words, 'please don't'.

the moment the man tugs your wrist as if to leave with him, making you wince with the grip he holds. you regret your counteraction instantly, because chris reacts viscerally.

he flares his nostrils and squeezes his nails into his palm, balling up his hands by his hip. his knuckles are turning white.

before you can get pulled away, chris lunges forward with a tight fist, throwing a strong, perfectly aligned punch to the mans cheekbone. it throws the man to the ground in the blink of an eye, relieving the pressure on your skin. you stumble backwards, out of the line of fire.

chris steps heavily forward, shoving a foot into his ribcage before straddling his legs, completely overpowering him. the man projects forward to swing and hit chris's mouth. chris doesn't even flinch, like it was painless. you watch chris raise his arm up again to pummel down onto the now defenceless stranger.

the surrounding crowd gasps and yells, clearing the space that chris has created with his actions. iphone cameras flash, making you feel sick. the whispering and gossip you can already hear pounding in your head is overwhelming.

you feel so futile. chris is too in his own world to even realise the repercussions. you're not saying the guy didn't deserve it, you have no care in the world for him. you care about the aftermath.

in a fantasy world, a daydream, a fairytale even, this is attractive. a knight in shining armour, fighting for his lady. a world where there are no consequences, or social media, or fear. a reality chris has suddenly forgotten about.

he looks natural doing it, too. the veins in his arms so prominent, his tight mouth and huffed breaths as he gives it everything he's got.

you're frozen in shock, watching chris pelt another punch into the man, and you want to pull him off, you know you need to, but all your body can do is watch. watch the two men roughhousing and exchanging blows, chris taking every hit with pride.

you're numb to the feeling, screaming in your head.

appearing out of thin air, nick and matt are in your line of vision, hiding the chaos ahead of you. his brothers move into action before anyone else needs to.

they've obviously been summoned, but there's a part of you that believes they could just sense it. like they telepathically knew chris was getting himself into trouble by the lack of surprise they express.

nick grabs chris by the collar of his shirt, pulling him off. matt grabs his wrists, to stop him from using his fists. the fight comes undone, finally, but chris is disoriented. he spits onto the man as he's being escorted into the kitchen by his brothers.

your eyes burn with tears that refuse to fall, and matt sweeps your hand up, guiding you with them in a hurried manner. matt is trying to snap you back to reality, but it's just white noise.

chris hits his palm aggressively with frustration against the door frame of the kitchen as you all walk through, and you take a deep breath to compose yourself. your eyes are still welling as you choke back a sniffle, and you're not sure if it's shock, hurt, or anger anymore.

you're in a trance as you walk over to the freezer. your body is in autopilot, moving without you even knowing. you grab a frozen bag of vegetables out of the tray.

"so fucking stupid," you say nastily under your breath, slamming the door shut.

walking over to chris who's sat up on the ledge of the sink. you throw the packet at his chest, and he grabs it, questioning you for a second before matt walks over and shows him to place it on his bruised and red raw knuckles.

the room is filled with tension.

matt is biting his nails, you're leaning against the closed door, and nick finds himself squatting on the floor.

"what the actual fuck was that?" nick is too stunned to even yell, he just speaks aloud.

"i asked you not to, chris. i could have handled it myself." you shake your head, vision blurry as you stare vacantly ahead. you want to lash out at him, but for some reason you can't.

"yeah, it really looked like you had it under control." he crushes the frozen packet harshly against his hand.

"we'll leave you two alone." matt cuts through awkwardly, shooting nick a warning glare.

matt knows it's not his place to go off at chris right now. he'll do that later.

"but-" nick begins, and matt snaps toward the door. you hear nick sigh, knowing he would love nothing more than to stay and listen to you tear into chris. alas, they both leave promptly, matt flashing you a sympathetic smile on the way out.

you can hear from the other side of the door, both nick and matt are hustling trying to kick everyone out. it’s a weight lifted off your shoulders. the literal mess being left behind is the least of your worries now.

you're alone with chris in the kitchen again, the second time not being anymore pleasant than the first. you blame yourself fully for dropping your guard, even if for a second.

“i begged you not to, chris.” you repeat with a stern tone, laced with betrayal and genuine hurt.

he’s silent for a moment, staring at you from across the room with no emotion on his face. you know he feels terrible, he doesn’t have to show it. or tell you.

“did you think i was just gonna stand and watch?” he rebuttals.

“i would have preferred that, honestly.” you don’t understand how he can’t grasp the intensity of the situation.

"did you want him? go back out there then." he's bitter, pointing at the door. you roll your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief.

"chris," you start. he keeps talking.

“because i’m sure he’s still laying on the floor. go ahead. he might have a hard time talking now, though.” chris shrugs, speaking in a provoking manner.

“you’ll be lucky if he doesn’t press charges." you apprise.

“he should feel lucky i didn’t do worse.” he takes another step toward you, presumptuous in the way he carries himself.

"you've done a lot of stupid shit, chris. but that," you raise your hand as you speak, laughing in shock.

"that was unbelievable." you pinch the bridge of your nose, taking yet another deep breath.

"you know what's unbelievable is how you haven't even thanked me once" he ignores your words and bites back with irritation, face growing more twisted with upset.

"thank you?" you repeat, jaw dropping. you step toward him this time. you feel dejected trying to get him to understand.

"thank you for what? for causing a scene? for putting yourself in danger?" you step forward again, feeling like you could drive your heels into the ground beneath you.

"you're acting insane" he brings his hands to his head, tugging at his own hair with despair. his words sting, despite the back and forth arguing.

"you're the one that lashed out on that guy with no consideration for anyone else around you. that's insane" you speak with physical gestures unconsciously.

you're trying to reason with him, but with the state he's in, it's like trying to put a brain in a statue. you examine him, trying to search for his eyes but his body won't keep still, twisting and moving around.

"fuck, okay, i get it! i get it, y/n. you're not happy with me. you never fucking are apparently," his words trail off and he waves you away, turning his back to you. he sounds desperate for it to end.

you want to scream at him at the top of your lungs, and quite frankly, you could. your face burns and steam is about to shoot out of your ears.

"you don't need to protect me anymore, chris."

"i saved your ass out there." he speaks with his hand, four fingers direct to your chest. his words are like salt being rubbed into an open wound.

"saved me? that's a fucking stretch. your brothers saved your ass, because you don't think before you fucking act!"

"this is about YOU, y/n! what i did for you!" he slaps the back of right hand into the palm of his left.

"i'm not some damsel in distress that you need to sweep up and put in a tower, chris"

"yeah well at least in a tower you can't attract trouble." he speaks as if it's your fault, and of all the things he's just spit out, that's by far the worst. the most menacing and cut to the bone tone he's used.

"that was low, even for you." you huff, emotions at an all time high.

your breathing feels tight, but instead of reacting, you force yourself to seperate your emotions from the reality of the situation. you're both feeling very intensely, and expressing it the same way.

in hindsight, you could have redirected some of your emotions, but you also wish chris would take back some things he's said. there's no excuses.

chris re-collects himself and turns toward you again. he shrugs his shoulders, like he has nothing left to say. no fight left.

the closer chris is standing the more prominent his face is, and more specifically, his busted open lip.

you gasp in a mix of being upset, and shock. it feels like a piece of your heart is breaking off, seeing his delicate, pale skin so sore.

"your lip, chris." you exhale, stepping toward him.

he flinches when your hand raises to touch his face, and you know now that you've acknowledged it, it's hurting him. neither of you paid any attention to it amongst the turmoil.

"come here." you sigh, pulling his arm, bringing him over to where the paper towels are, in the corner of the sink.

tearing a white square into your hands, you rinse it under cold water lightly before squeezing the saturation out, leaving a damp cloth in your hand.

turning into chris's body, he looks down at you. he's still at last, and looks like he has no thoughts behind his now seemingly innocent eyes.

you cup his cheek gently, to turn his face downward. you bring the towel up to his lip, wiping his stained chin and mouth. he lets you, and doesn't even wince. he visibly gives into your touch. he's content.

"i need you to promise me you'll never do something like that again." you pull back, folding over a clean side and then wiping his lip softly, trying not to cause him pain.

"i can't promise that." he speaks in a whisper, as if he doesn't want you to hear his word.

with his lip no longer being red, you toss the damp and crumbling paper into sink, making it a problem for another time.

"why?" you look into his eyes, wiping your hands on your shirt.

his blue eyes are big but blameless, pupils dilated. holding his stare as your arm lowers.

"because if anyone lays a hand on you again, i'm going to prison for life." the piece of your heart that broke off earlier reattaches at his words alone.

chris's much shorter hair is spikey around his ears, and wet at the ends, turning dark brown from his sweat. you caress his messy curls, tucking it over the curves of his ears and taming the wispy strands. you hold his head in your hands, tiling him up and your mouths are inches apart.

"how hard did he hit your head?" you ask against his lips. he chuckles, genuinely.

he's an idiot, undeniably. but the gut wrenching, lawless love he has for you makes him that way. his low, smooth laughter, makes your heart skip a beat.

"i mean it, y/n."

"but i know, i know it was stupid." he admits.

"yeah, it was." you agree, shaking his head around slightly.

he grabs your hands with his own, engulfing them and holding them in his palms. he squeezes your hands, bringing them to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

"i'm sorry." he speaks on your skin.

"like really fucking sorry." he strains his head back with remorse, making his adam's apple more prominent, and he swallows hard. like he's swallowing his guilt.

"i said some nasty things. i wish i could take them back, y/n. i really do."

"i know, chris."

"no, you don't. i'll apologise to you everyday for the rest of my life if i have to. i've been horrible tonight."

"chris, enough," you hush him, the calmness in your tone making him understand you hear him. loud and clear. you need some time to forgive, but you absorb his words.

"i don't know how you didn't smack me in the mouth." he jokes, and you giggle through your breath.

"there's still time," you joke back. and he knows it by your tone.

"i could never bring myself to do that. as much as you deserve it." your banter eases the pressure, and you feel chris squeeze your hands in his again.

you rub your thumbs over his knuckles, looking at the little purple marks forming. he notices your face drop with stress, and he slips his hands away, moving to your hips instead.

"hey, i'm fine. i don't care what happens to me, i just need you to be okay."

"i am okay," you reply. he drops his face with a look that expresses he doesn’t believe you. you give a light eyeroll, and small smile.

"i mean it, i swear.” you raise your pinkie finger to him, to keep your promise. knowing it’s the only way he’ll actually believe you.

chris smiles, weak with his bruised lip, and wraps up your pinkie with his own, wriggling your hands around.

"i'm always gonna want to protect you." he pulls you toward his body. he's so warm, and radiates a magnetic energy that makes you want to collapse into his arms.

you know you don't need him to, but deep down, you would like his protection. his unconditional love. selflessness.

"i'll be sure to send you love letters in jail" you grin up at him, and laughs from the chest.

his voice is like a scratched record, fatigue taking over his body. you swallow hard, all of your senses coming back. he feels so real standing in front of you all of a sudden, like it's not just a dream you're about to wake up from.

"stay the night." you speak mindlessly.

chris brushes your hair from your face, cupping the back of your neck lightly to pull your forehead to his lips, kissing just above your eyebrows gently. he rests his chin on the crown of your head, pulling you tight to his chest in an embrace.

"i'll stay forever if you ask me to."

this is the feeling he fights for. requited love.

[inu-jiru]

Jazz's "Apology Tour" ramble

Episode was trash, let's go.

First off, the whole "Fuck Blitzo" party is so stupid to me, like you're telling me this 30-something year old man had intimate relationships with ALL these demons and HE was the sole thing that ruined ALL of them?

And how did Verosika even find out about Stolas? Like I know Ozzie's happened, but how'd she hear about their "breakup" (they weren't together but whatever, show)?

Why the FUCK does Verosika care about Stolas being an uwu sad victim of mean old Blitzo aside from everyone being written to want to huff Stolas' sad boi farts?

Why is no one trying to kill Stolas like in Loo Loo Land, like suddenly we're just cool with the oppressive racist now (who am I kidding, the rank system doesn't exist anymore unless the "meanie supremacist" characters bring it up I guess)?

Don't think I'm trying to be "Blitzo's#1Bitch69" or anything, but Season 2 is just so gross in how they've written him. Either he's the big bully meanie for hating his abuser, or they've had him commit the most out of pocket atrocities (like possibly SAing Stolas since he was technically drunk or the circus incident or the shit he pulled with Verosika because what the fuck kinda trauma makes you steal someone credit card for horse riding lessons???) that they just gloss over because fuck having Blitzo actually progress normally or Stolas taking actual responsibility for his own actions, let's just speed through everything so it's back to Stolitz City, don't think about the implications. I just can't stand itttt, I still like and pity Blitz to an extent but his writing is killing meeee

Stolas, stop whimpering about being wanted YOU HAVE A KID WHO HAS STILL NOT APPEARED SINCE SEEING STARS WHERE IS SHE?

Am I really hearing that people are hating the dude flirting with Stolas like come on yall STOLITZ IS NOT OFFICIAL YET CHILL

I've honestly started skipping through episodes, like I can't fucking listen to "WAHHHHH BLITZO I WANT YOU TO WANT ME" for the millionth time, I wish this episode could've just been Blitzo and Verosika facing their issues or something I just don't wanna see this owl loser act like a victim anymoreeee

Man really said "when have I ever been condescending?" SEASON ONE???? How about every time you grab his face and call him out of his name and watch him be shot at while demanding he come over one a month? Oh, but when Blitz starts doing it back it's "Oh I'm uncomfortable ooOoOoo stop it Blitz hnnghhh I don't like it :C :C :C", like whatever man.

The Striker comment was dumb and wrong but that's because Stolas is dumb and wrong

Honestly I feel like I'm repeating the same points I and others have made in the past so all imma say is, I hope Octavia and Stella are enjoying their off-screen and better written adventures together. I'm gonna draw some AU stuff now to give my eyes something better to look at.

OH I forgot to talk about Verosika, uh, she was there? I honestly think she should just get over herself at this point, idk when she and Blitz broke up but what the fuck is it about this clown that she was so enamored over where she's this hurt? I can get being mad about her credit card and Blitz being a lazy partner but if that's the case, I fail to see how they got to a point where she got his name tatted on her arm. Idk it's weird

The Mayweather shit or whatever her name is was pointless and made no sense, like "I want you to kill this woman who made me attempt to kill her and myself but now we're dating" like? Hey Vivzie if yall can callback to that why can't yall call back to Stolas being a creep huh?

EDIT: They really made that fuckass "it's hell" excuse canon, huh? Like, it doesn't even make sense in the context of Blitz saying that, like people say "it's hell" because Biblically speaking, it's where those who truly oppose God in order to live a life of wickedness go as just punishment. Blitz the equivalent of a regular guy in Hell unlike the Hazbin characters, he shouldn't understand that there's a better alternative to Hell because he's not human and never had any opportunity to learn about Heaven or God (unless it's just in their DNA or something idk who knows with this show)

[yuri-is-online]

Hi, there, again! 🌼

If it's not too much trouble, make a second and last request, I can request:

There is a really lovely moon outside tonight that you find yourself admiring, but if you would just turn around you would find someone admiring you.

With Silver, Jack and Sebek

Take your time and at your pace, bye 🌠🌌✍️💐

11. There is a really lovely moon outside tonight that you find yourself admiring, but if you would just turn around you would find someone admiring you.

Hello again yourself! Sorry this took forever! I hope you like this I was considering not putting that prompt on the list but I did anyway because I really like the moon. She does so much for romance, we should thank her.

notes: they/them used for Yuu. I should write more Silver the glomas made me think about him more, Jack gets made fun of, and Sebek is Sebek. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist here.

Silver

It is rude to stare, but Silver gave up willing himself not to blink a long time ago. He is afraid that he will put himself right to sleep and be forced to content himself with a hazy memory of your beauty. Not that he is opposed to dreaming of you, he is sure he does already anyway, he just... can't remember it.

"Silver?" He has been caught, you are blocking his vision, but he is only looking at you anyway so he finds himself smiling. "Are you ok?" You reach to check his forehead and he sighs happily into your touch.

"I'm glad you came to see if I was alright, but I promise I'm ok." You let him take your hand in his and guide you to sit next to him, he finds his smile widening but he can't see how you react. "I wonder if humans are warmer in your world."

"Oh um," he falls onto your shoulder, eyes closed but not asleep and reveling in the completely unfamiliar feeling "I don't think we are. Were? W-why would you think something like that?"

"Because I'm always really warm whenever I'm with you." He takes your hand into his lap and places his other over it, breathing deeply and slowly. "Oh and you are getting even warmer now! That's amazing. Unless it's not nice and you are uncomfortable?"

"No I'm fine." Your whisper tickles his ear even if it's not quite next to it. That's another thing he finds amazing about you, your voice has a really powerful effect on people when you lower it. That's the only way he can think to explain his increased heart rate. But then...

"Are you sure?" He opens his eyes to look up at you, your eyes aren't on him anymore, but they aren't on anyone else. You seem to be very determined to continue admiring the moon, even when he has placed himself in your grasp. There is a strange sort of ache in his chest at the thought of your voice being used on anyone else. "I would hate to be keeping you from anyone else..." You turn, more slowly than he would like but probably completely normally, to look at him and steal him back away to daydreams with your smile.

"Don't worry Silver," you squeeze the hands that hold you and rest your head on his "I'm right where I want to be. Promise." And so does he.

Jack

"Tale as old as tiiime~" Ruggie croons somewhere off to the side and Jack takes a deep breath and tries to remind himself that this is his valued senior. "True as it can be~" Someone he deeply admires, who he wants to think highly of him. "Barely even friends~"

"Zip it." Jack growls as soon as you turn towards the noise, not wanting his reverie to be interrupted just yet only to find Leona standing next to Ruggie with just as smug of a look on his face.

"Then somebody bends, unexpectedly~" He has a surprisingly nice voice. Jack really wishes the first time he heard his dorm leader sing was not at his expense. "Aww look Ruggie he's blushing. Didn't know he could do that."

"Shishishishi. And now that you've pointed it out his ears are drooping, poor baby is embarrassed."

"Of course I'm embarrassed," he growls more than grumbles, but Ruggie doesn't even bother pretending to be afraid, to say nothing of how unfazed Leona is "you don't gotta go airing my business for everyone."

"So there is somethin' there." Leona laughs and Jack makes the mistake of looking back towards you.

You have gone back to leaning on the balcony, the moonlight glitters off silk of your costume or maybe it's just his heartsickness messing with his head. Jack rather likes the moon himself, the tales of werewolves his parents would tell had always excited more than frightened him. There was something that just felt right about letting the moonlight embrace him, like he was meant to exist under it. The way moonlight looks on you makes him think the same thing; that maybe he is allowed to want to keep you here forever basking in its glow. He moves, he tells himself it's because Leona and Ruggie have started humming that dumb song again, but the pull of the moon drowns out every word as he stumbles inelegantly to your side.

"I was wondering when you were finally going to come out here." You are enviably relaxed, moving to make room for him on the balcony he takes all of, not wanting there to any ambiguity in why he is standing with you.

"Sorry you were waiting so long." His tail briefly touches your leg before he reels it back to its proper place as he tries to keep his eyes firmly placed on the moon.  He hears you take a deep, deep breath of air and turns to see the puff of steam that you exhale.  “Are you cold?”  He worriedly asks, mind already racing for a solution that doesn’t involve too much actual helping on his part.  But despite that desire he finds himself pulling you into his side before you can say anything.

"Well not anymore." Your voice is muffled by his embarrassment more than his weight. "Stay with me? The moon is too pretty to go back inside just yet." His worry is not enough to deny you.

Sebek

His place is by Lord Malleus's side. His hard won, honored place, the only thing he is allowed to desire is his praise. Sebek is aware more than anyone how merciful his lord is, he has so far to go to be worthy of anything other than the role he has been given, even as he screams for more at every given opportunity.

That is why all he is willing to allow himself to do is look. Look, long, and admire. Sebek can stare a hole deep enough to bury himself at your side as he silently praises the moonlight that shrouds his people for how well it suits your form. He knows his words are inelegant, that his prose is crude, that his knowledge of human courtship is-

"Go on." Master Lilia has descended from the ceiling causing someone (not him certainly) to startle. "You want to, don't you? It's a ball, you're a knight. Go on, talk to them."

His feet move before his mind does, bringing him into full view of the moon as he imagines you catching your breath as you turn to see him.

"Sebek! Have you come to look at the sky too?" You speak so freely, foolishly unconcerned with decorum and yet admirably free in yourself. "It's beautiful tonight."

"Why are you mumbling?" He grumbles himself, trying to focus on the soothing, cool light as you shrink into yourself. "I can barely hear you human, usually you have no trouble speaking to me." It's annoying really, considering how loud you can be to insult him by speaking so slowly now.

"The moon." You choke and refuse to elaborate. He fumbles around in his waist coat for a handkerchief and fussily hands it over.

"Humans are so weak." Don't get sick oh please don't get sick. "You should have accounted for this when picking your costume." If anything happens to you I'll get sick myself from worry. "You should be grateful Master Lilia noticed you were alone and sent me over to check on you."

"Thank you Sebek." You manage a normal tone before he makes it clear he intends to wipe your nose himself. He almost wishes you would speak and save him from the tenderness of the moment. But you don't you just let him do as he pleases and allow him to pretend to return to admiring the moon.

And miss the way you continue to admire him.

[wolfybonnie759]

floyd x reader what if you got captured instead of Floyd

you knew Floyd and brothers for a long time the day of brozone I think got separated and didn't want to be a band anymore you did not know where Floyd was going to to be honest you had a crush on him you didn't tell him because you were so shy but you always been around like your best friend but you don't know if he feel the same way you went to travel somewhere and you you was singing thinking about you and Floyd been together but then you heard footsteps and the next thing you know it you got caught by velvet and veneer who are nothing but big phonies who have no talent for many months you've been stuck in a diamond prison you hope Floyd and his brothers are okay and hope somebody will save you from these horrible twins you felt so weak you were pale and some of your hair got white like if you're aged up or something in a little half of your body is Crystal about how much they use your talent for theirs and you saw Floyd's older brother John Dory oh so you and a diamond prison he tried to break the diamond prison but nothing works and you told him to leave of the twins will get him and he did he promised to get help. You really did not like the twins at all well you got a little comfortable with veneer he was not as bad as his sister for some what he was nice to you and he feels bad for you he does not want to really want to use your talent for his great but saying an popular or fortune or more important and he care about his sister. All of all you wish you was with Floyd you could have told him that you love him and more than a friend way if you wasn't so shy about it. Oh you did was just sing a bit you were singing half your heart out thinking about the memories you had when you spend time with Floyd and he was your best friend and your crush and then you went to sleep which was uncomfortable by the way you wish to sleep next to Floyd because his calm snoozing voice always hope you relax and sleep better it just feels empty without him.

When you were just sleeping you hear a noise and you slowly open your eyes to see Poppy branch and Floyd your heart stop when you saw floyd he change a lot his different look make him more attractive but still look cute though but you hide your friend and stop blushing and you told them to get out where they can or else the twins will get them Floyd looked at you in sadness because he told you how much he miss you and it feels awful without you you felt your face burning a bit like you're blushing but you're happy that Floyd misses you haven't forgot about you then when you heard Velvet and veneer talking down the hall leave or hide somewhere there between can't see and. Floyd look at you one more time went somewhere so he will be seen by the twins.

You was shocked is missing the boys that have captured by velvet and veneer they it was arguing about something you wasn't paying attention at all Floyd looked at you and shocked is he the state you're in your hair was almost white completely White you are so pale as a white snow and have your body being Crystal the others saw that too they're trying to do in their best to help you. When the final moment and Poppy and branch and Poppy sisters who got all the brothers out of there they're still in the diamond prison but at least they're out except for you who was attached to Velvet but you were so pale you you almost got nothing left anymore could you feel like dying of course Floyd can't stand around and do nothing and let you die so everybody including Floyd was singing the perfect Harmony and you're not attached to Velvet and you was floating singing it was working it's broke the diamond prison everything was fine except you was Crystal troll you were falling into Floyd catch you. Poppy and her sister branch in his brothers and Floyd were crying upset and didn't save you in time and Floyd was talking about how he wished he could confess his love to you but little did he know you heard that you were listening your face became normal and you had a smile on your face everyone was happy included Floyd and you were blushing because Floyd's love to you then you told me you did love him too so you both kiss and the crowd cheered more than ever and veneer you told his fans and his sister that him and his sister were frauds and told the truth about it but the twins got arrested the everyone went back home and you were happy with your new boyfriend Floyd.

( hi everyone I want to say thank you for liking my post I saw that people like my first Floyd x reader I wasn't expecting to get that much since 4 town or turning red post but anyway I'm glad you like it and to be honest I like Floyd too I guess you could say he's my favorite from trolls band together and. That all I have to say is thank you and bye 👋❤️)

[utilitycaster]

Re: villain stans, I really do think you're conflating two groups of people and I feel the need to point it out because the art of haterism deserves pinpoint precision. The thing is that I would consider myself, broadly speaking, a villain stan and I also can't stand the people you're complaining about in that post because I think they've missed the point entirely. They've ruined the entire villain-loving ecosystem. I can't even facetiously say "they've never done anything wrong, ever, in their entire life" about characters that may as well be called Murders McWarCrimes, and whose death or comeuppance I am eagerly awaiting alongside everyone else in the fandom, because some of these idiots actually mean it when they say things like that -- and usually about some of the blandest, most disappointing villains I've seen in a long time. It's like passionately defending the storytelling equivalent of a slightly offensive shade of beige.

Look, some of us see the "time to boo and hiss" signs the narrative is putting up, but I'm not looking to experience every story like it's a children's pantomime. Maybe sometimes I want a wrestling match instead. I know the heel is going to lose. That's their job. It's what they're for. But if imagining that they might win is outside the realm of possibility... well, it's probably not a very good story. The stakes are not compelling. There's a reason that I would describe, say, c1 Briarwoods as delicious and c3 Delilah as overstaying her welcome. A good antagonist is a vital part of the story ecosystem and I enjoy seeing that role played well.

But I don't get to relish in characters being terrible people who do terrible things anymore, because now villain fandom is always overrun by people who read one Wikipedia article on moral relativism and want to have debates about what if Murder McWarCrimes is good actually? No! No, they are not! And if they were, that would be stupid and boring!

And so I reach across the metaphorical aisle to you that we may share in one of the hater's greatest delights: the knowledge that no one likes those idiots, and everyone wishes they would just shut up, even the people they think are on their side.

Hey anon,

I will admit usually when I get a long ask telling me I am conflating things I roll my eyes and wait for someone to say "i am feeling uncomfortable when we are not about me" but, the truth is, I very much was, and you are correct to the point that I think we are fully in agreement.

To be clear: I am pro people enjoying themselves in, as you say, the wrestling fan enjoying the heel way! I agree - a good story needs a villain who feels like a genuine threat. I can appreciate a villain for what they are and enjoy them very much as a character! I am personally unlikely in most cases to root for them but people who look at the story, analyze it, and say "this will be a fun guy to care about, even though I know the victory's probably going to the heroes, and I will be normal and not terribly resentful" are entirely valid and my post is not about them (except to say carry on as you were). It sounds like you're in this latter category and so: carry on as you were, you guys are great.

But I am definitely conflating two flavors of annoying villain stan:

the first is, as you very eloquently put it, the Person Who Read One Wikipedia Article About Moral Relativism and ooooooh what if Mr. Murder McWarcrimes was sufficiently sad about bad things in his life such that the murder and war crimes are correct actually.

The second is the person who does understand that they are looking at a villain who is a bad person but seems actively confused that like, a largely hopeful or heroic narrative will probably not end with Mr. Murder McWarcrimes stabbing everyone to death and then evil laughing against a red lightning-filled sky and seems mad that people are like "actually I like Kit the Heroic Hero". Actual Play D&D is not a place where you'll find these people because a TPK is technically possible regardless of the existing themes! But like...for example, I have to imagine theatergoers in 1983 who weren't idiots did not walk into Return of the Jedi like "oh man I think Darth Vader's gonna win the whole thing and he'll blow up everyone and institute more Space Fascism over the nuked out husk of Endor." Like, as you say, the villain needs to have some bite to be worth my time, but deep in my heart, there are stories where I know that victory is assured by the nature of the plot and it's much more about how it will be assured and what sacrifices will be made, and so it's weird when someone seems to be existing in a denial that that's the story and is like NO Mr. Murder McWarCrimes is NOT going to get a comeuppance and everyone is going to DIE at his hand.

[kit-williams]

Aishite Aishite Aishite

This is the Incest if you squint at it WIP I had

tw: Incestous language, dubcon/noncon, oral, Yandere Salamander

Nubin Orenn

Bev To'ken: female, grey eyes, silvery hair

Bev couldn't take it anymore. She was tired of letting brother Orenn live in a delusion! It was cruel and unusual for her of all people to be assigned to be his "sister". Bev To'ken was so far removed from his original family tree that he was practically a stranger to her. She was going to confront him tonight at dinner... she wanted to live her life and not continue to allow some poor man cling to a past that was centuries old and dust. If she wasn't so frustrated she would try to relate it to fire and the forge but she was just done.

Nubin Orenn was an old Space Marine... he was well into his 700s and when a man gets to be that old... he develops a few quirks. Not unlike a dreadnaught with their quirks such as how he is on and off the battlefield... he is a dragon through and through. A violent raging thing that hoards what it hoards so closely and tightly that it might end up killing what it hoards... he hoards family... he hoards memories... he hoards people in a twisted sense. He needs the balance... he needs to have someone to help ground him back to being friendly... to being sweet... to being like a warm fire on a cold night... something to gather around with friends... something to lure people closer so he won't feel alone. Nubin loves people... regardless of if you meet him on the field and you cross into his heated and passionate gaze or off the field and you cross his warm and loving gaze. But he had his sister to keep him grounded.... right?

Bev sighs looking at him just looking into his bowl as his ruby red eyes were trying to search for an answer in broth. "Nubin. I can't do this any more for you. I refuse to continue to perpetuate some lie. They're gone Nubin. I am not your sisters! I'm someone hardly related to you by this point!" She shrieked and stomped her foot. Her breathing heavy as she finally let out all that built up anger, "Just because I'm no body important distantly related to you is the only reason I'm here! You kept me around because I guess I look close enough to them! Let me live my life Nubin!"

His ruby eyes just looked over at her... this stranger living in his home... a subsitute family... a subsitute sister for him to take care of... to be a good big brother to. She was mad at him... she never wanted to be here... always uncomfortable... not seeing it as an honor and more of a hinderance. "I'm going to go pack some of my things tonight Nubin. I'm not staying here." He listened to the chair scrape on the floor as he listened to the steps heading to her room. See they had gotten a few things wrong about his sisters... some warped perception of how they were suppose to act and behave.

This was the closest to getting them back. His nails dig into the wood of the table. They harassed and haranged him till the day each one of his sisters had passed. None of them afraid to call him out on his bullshit... none of them afraid of him. Such a mean big brother... Oh really Nubby? Their voices sing songed through his mind as he held his head as long dead feelings were stirred up like a slumbering dragon.

The eldest of his sisters, Sai, was always his partner in crime. He had locked and buried those feelings he felt towards her deep deep deep down. With her passing he felt that they could be let go... SO WHY WERE THEY CRASHING RIGHT BACK INTO HIM?! Bev wasn't Sai... his mind came to a screeching halt as the Dragon that he was on the field rumbled in the back of his mind... Bev wasn't Sai... Nubin feels his chest rumble in an approximation of a purr.

Bev comes back with a bag slung over her shoulder. She stops and walks back to the table to at least apologize and hope he wasn't mad... he was still a Space Marine. "Nubin..." Is all she says before pausing and the hair on the back of her neck stands up. Nothing's changed but something has... something is wrong... something is very wrong... the air felt heavy. When he looked at her gone was the soft tender gaze of Nubin and there was something else there... a gaze that looked at her like a piece of flesh. She watched his tongue pause on his canines.

"Yes sister." He purred out with an enjoyment she hadn't heard before.

She nervously swallowed as she soon had a white knuckle grip on her bag, "I'm... I'm going to go."

"Is that right?" He cocked his head to the side before standing up causing her to jump.

"B-brother." She started trying to appease him but doesn't expect the reaction from him.

The deep groan from his chest, the way he bites his bottom lip, and the utter lust in his eyes, "Yeah call me that again." Her eyes follow a hand and she can feel her face heat up as Nubin starts to palm his crotch.

She ran and that excited him, she hardly made it out into the dark night before she found herself dragged into the shared home once more. Bev felt her back thud against the wood of the table the shattering of the bowls and cups as her grey eyes snap open looking up into the glowing red eyes. This wasn't the darling "brother" she was forced to try to appease this was a completely different man over her. Her throat tightened as his hands firmly rested on her hips. Bev realized her legs were around his waist as she became very aware of the throbbing against her core. "D-don't look at me like that." She softly pleaded her voice surprising her with how quietly she whispered it.

She watched his pink tongue flick out and move against the charcoal skin of his lips. The look in his eyes... was how she wished to be looked at. Bev blinked in horror at her thoughts as she was confused and frustrated. She could see his teeth, sharp and dangerous, flash into a seductive grin as he growled out, "But I can smell what it is doing to you... how excited you are."

"Stop it!" Bev shouts slapping him hard feeling her heart rush as those red eyes look down at her as her hand stings from the slap.

The table groaned as he leaned in snarling, "You didn't deny it little sister," He pants out lost in a delusion, "Let your big brother help you."

Bev feels and hears something tear and she lifts her head feeling the cool air and Nubin's hot breath against her sex. He has been forcibly ignoring the scent of a female in his home for so long it feels good to finally have it. He hooks his foot around the leg of his chair pulling it closer as he gently kisses the lips of her sex and watches the way Bev's walls clench around nothing. Nubin lifted his robes up over his lap before he sat down and grabbed his cock tightly.

With one hand holding Bev still and the other holding his cock he pushed his tongue into her sex feeling her shiver and try to drown a moan. "Yeah is this what you needed? Someone to take care of your pretty pussy?" The Dragon purrs, "Yes just keep moaning dear... let me hear all those pretty noises." He says starting to fist his cock.

His slow languid strokes of his tongue quickly turn as he pushes his face between her legs with his tongue deep in Bev's cunt as if he was making out with her. Her body bucking and squirming as her attempt to resist quickly falls apart and he soon has her screaming and moaning in pleasure. Hands covering her face as this was what she wanted... to be seen as a woman and not just as a "sister" to an unstable space marine... but not like this.

Her face was flushed as she was screaming in pleasure as Nubin had slick smeared on his face as he was panting and puffing hard against her cunt as she practically humped his face just moaning in some twisted pleasure. Till she finally came on his face and he strangled his cock to resist cuming right then and there. She laid sprawled on the table just groaning feeling weak. Bev felt her eyes bulge at the sight of the obsidian dragon between Nubin's legs. He just grinned down at her as he still held her leg.

"I'm not going to fuck you on the table like a whore. No no dearest little sister you deserve to be fucked in my bed." He picked her up as he palmed her ass and had Bev grinding against his cock as he slowly walked to his room. His eyes held a dark look in them, "Oh Bev... thank you for yelling at me. You know only my real sisters would do that to me. Yet you're right... you're not them but I have a lot of fantasies to work through little sis... so walking might be hard for a few days but," He poked her nose for a moment as his voice dropped an octave and the air seemed to vibrate around him as Bev realized she was trapped, "don't you worry... big brother is here."

[buck-obsessed]

Eddie starts yelling at Buck about how he needs to go to therapy because he died and doesn't recognize Buck sometimes because he won't let Eddie in.

"Well you moved on after you got shot, why can't I move on just the same?! You just don't see me!" Buck shot back. Angry tears are falling down both of their faces and talking through gritted teeth.

Eddie tells Buck with pain dripping from his voice that "I see you, I've always seen you, but now I don't think I know you anymore. You won't let me know you anymore." Buck didn't know what to say to that.

Eddie left Buck's loft but right before he says "You can still see Christopher but we should just be coworkers for now I need some time.." Eddie needs time and space before he can be Buck's best friend again because he isn't sure he knows him anymore.

Eddie then walked to his truck starting to cry to himself as he had basically lost his best friend. Someone he always went to, someone he knew he could rely on. Buck on his couch sobbing as he never thought the words 'I need some time..' would come out of Eddie's mouth towards Buck.

Eddie slammed his hand onto the wheel, the car not making a sound as it's still off. Buck crying on his very uncomfortable couch.

~ ~

They go into work and they don't glance at each other much. During lunch time Buck swapped placed with Hen as to not sit next to Eddie. Chimney, Hen and Bobby all exchanged confused expressions when Buck & Eddie weren't talking and seemed uncomfortable.

Hen pulls Buck to the side and starts asking him questions. "What's up with you today? You don't seem yourself?" Buck looked at her and shrugged. "I'm not sure what you mean, I'm totally fine." Buck replied as he folded his clothes shoving them into his locker and slamming it closed.

Hen looked at him then the locker. "What did that locker do to you?" Hen crossed her arms. "Nothing.." Buck muttered. "Anyway stop acting up." She said walking away. Chimney talked to Eddie but he didn't really talk much, more worked out. (Punching the punching bag)

~ ~ ~

Later on after shift. Eddie’s pacing around his house torn between grabbing the key to bucks house or just staying in. After a good few minutes Eddie grabs the key and opens the front door. His eyes widen in shock.

Buck’s standing there. They look at each other with anger, love & lust before Eddie grabs Buck’s face like it’s something so fucking special. Buck does the same before they kiss and Buck pushes Eddie back as he closes the door behind them. They are full on making out at this point.

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(E’s/E) next to the word - Eddie’s / Eddie

(B’s/B) next to the word - Buck’s / Buck

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Buck pushes Eddie onto the kitchen counter and starts unzipping their pants and taking them off. As well as both of their shirts.

(They are in just boxers atp)

Buck then carries Eddie to his bedroom then setting Eddie down as he(E) gains dominance. Eddie then pushes Buck onto the bed and gets on top of him. Words wouldn’t describe how badly they both wanted each other at this moment.

~ ~ ~

Their both laying in the bed underneath the messy sheets of Eddie’s bed panting. ���You’ve always seen me Eds, even the ugly bits that I don’t want people to see. That’s why I’m so scared. “ Buck says breaking the silence.

Eddie looks at him and gives him a soft kiss. “Buck there’s nothing that’s ugly about you.” He replies as he starts to cuddle Buck. “How many rounds can you go Eds?” Buck says looking at Eddie. “How many do you think?” He chuckles before getting on top of Buck and flipping them so Buck is dominating this time. “Let’s see how well you can top me.” He smirks. It ends there.

(The actual smut stuff will be on wattpad later on. Probs a week cuz school but yh)

Credits: @exhuastedpigeon

Ty for the idea, I loved making this and I hope you liked it!! <33

[dreamyfanfix]

Chapter 3: Now What's Next?

Past (2 Years Ago):

As soon as Kate stepped through the bathroom doors, she felt a momentary solace. She hoped that Anthony would not follow her into the bathroom and she thought for a moment she would be able to gather herself before going back out to watch some more performances. The last thing she needed was to be distracted during her sister's performance after intermission.

When the recital began Kate found it difficult to focus on the singers. All she could feel was Anthony's eyes on her, a penetrating intensity that stirred a deep sensation within her. She hadn't even glanced to see if he was watching but she could feel it. It was the same gaze he had been directing towards her ever since she left him standing there to fetch Mary from the entrance, after his confession.

Mary must have seen him staring because she waved him over. There was a stilted conversation until Daphne found Anthony and told them all they should probably take their seats.

Kate slightly shifted in her seat as she tried to adjust to a more comfortable position. 

"Honey, you should just go to the bathroom with all of that squirming," Mary whispered to Kate "It's not like Edwina is going to be performing any time soon," "I don't need to pee, Mary," Kate whispered. "Really? I can't tell due to your behaviour. Are you on edge about something?" Mary asked "Does it have anything to do with the Bridgerton boy and his puppy dog eyes," "Shhh Mary," Kate hushed Mary as she looked around "If you must know I am a little on edge after the conversation I had with Anthony earlier," "Ahh so he finally told you about his feelings," Mary said. "You knew" Kate turned to Mary and the woman next to her shushed her. "Honey, he was quite obvious. I just thought you were not ready to deal with it because of all that business with Tom," Mary shrugged. "It is not about Tom. Not all the way at least," "Then what is it about?" Mary asked. Kate did not have an answer.

Kate was snapped back into the present when Anthony barged into the bathroom. "What the hell are you doing?" Kate exclaimed. Anthony visibly winced at her tone but shook it off "Are you well?" Kate recognised the concern etched on his face and softened "I am well," she replied. There was no denying it, Anthony's proximity to her in such a private space had a profound effect on her. She struggled to comprehend the whirlwind of emotions he brought out in her. She wanted to say something to him but for the first time in a long time, Kate Sharma had no words.

Anthony sighed "Kate... I feel I should apologise," "It's fine Anthony there is nothing to apologise for," Kate did want him to take back what he had confessed to her earlier. "And yet I must. I made a mistake-" "Don't Anthony. Don't say anything about what you said earlier 'being a mistake'," she hung her head. "I do not think what I said earlier was a mistake," Anthony said matter-of-factly. Kate's head shot up to look at him and he sighed "I just wish I had held on a little longer. I definitely did not wish for you to be so uncomfortable during the recital. Tonight is supposed to be about our sisters," "Anthony it's fine, really, I-" "Kate I must get this out," he took a breath and said "These feelings I have for you, I thought they would pass. I thought they would lessen but they haven't. I know you are spoken for and I know you despise me but I only wished for you to know. Mostly I wanted you to hear it from me. In my own words. I love you Kate Sharma and I am not hiding it anymore,"

Kate had been holding her breath. She wasn't sure for how long but as Anthony finished his speech she let out a long-awaited breath. For a while, there was nothing in the room but silence and Anthony must have taken Kate's silence as an answer because he made to leave. Kate had a burst of courage when she said "Anthony wait," He turned to look at her "I'm not spoken for," Kate internally kicked herself for focusing on that particular part of his speech "I mean. Me and Tom broke up... And I don't hate you," Anthony looked like he was holding his breath "I don't hate you so much I'm purposely late so we can get into spats about our differences in modes of travel. I don't hate you so much I have put far too much investment in my appearance these days. I don't hate you so much that I broke up with my very safe boyfriend because I would rather have your attention than his," Kate said with tears welling in her eyes.

Anthony walked up to her. He moved a loose curl from her eyes and Kate's breathing sped up "You broke up with Tom because of me?" She was too afraid about what her voice would sound like at the moment so she just nodded "Why didn't you say anything?" "Why didn't you?" Kate asked suddenly shy "I am not the one with a long romantic track record," Anthony lifted her face and Kate got a look into his eyes as he said "Kate, what I feel for you is otherwordly compared to what I have felt for other women," Kate scoffed and he said "I'm not exaggerating here. I talk about you all the time, I look for you in all rooms, Mary caught me sniffing you the other day," "What?" Kate giggled. Anthony leaned in and sniffed her. Kate held her breath "The scent that lingers on you. I don't know what is but it has been driving me nuts for months," Anthony leaned out and they were nose to nose when the bathroom door swung open, startling them both. It was Edwina who stood in the doorway, her gaze shifting between the two of them. "There's a key on the inside if you want privacy. I'll use the other loo," Edwina offered, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and understanding, before retreating.

Kate's senses snapped back to reality, and she quickly stepped backwards, creating a physical and metaphorical distance between herself and Anthony. She shook her head, attempting to dispel the intense thoughts that consumed her mind. In that fleeting moment, the potential for something electrifying had hung in the air.

"When did you break up with Tom?" Anthony asked. "Last month," Kate replied. "Good. He wasn't right for you," Anthony replied. "What gives you the right to decide who is and isn't right for me?" Kate asked with little to no bite in her tone. "It's not about him. It's about me. I think I'm the right one for you," Anthony replied as Kate locked eyes with him and he entered her space again. Anthony took hold of her neck and brought their foreheads together. "These feelings. I have been plagued by them for months now," she whispered. "We should do something about it," he whispered near her ear.

Anthony pulled Kate's head to his and their lips met softly.

The world around Kate faded into the background as their kissing intensified. Their bodies pressed against each other, the heat between them rising with every passing second. Anthony's hands roamed her back, sending shivers down her spine. She let out a soft moan, giving Anthony's tongue entrance. Her fingers threaded through the soft locks of his hair, pulling him even closer. He groaned as his tongue danced with hers, exploring her mouth and igniting a fire within her that he had never experienced before.

It was then that a person burst through the door. It was Daphne.

Kate and Anthony startled apart but Anthony held onto Kate's waist "I knew I was forgetting something," Anthony said. "Your sister's recital?" Daphne asked with a smile and a quirked eyebrow. "To lock the door," Anthony said with a bit of a growl that caused a shiver through Kate.

Daphne turned her shit-eating grin from Anthony to Kate and softened "Kate, Mary is looking for you. Intermission is almost over and Edwina's set is up next,"

Kate nodded and made her way to leave. She was going to miss the warmth of Anthony's body but she would hate herself if she missed Edwina's performance. Anthony grabbed a hold of her hand and Kate looked at him "I know. Later," she said.

"Later," Anthony said in confirmation.

Kate left the bathroom.

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It had been a week since the recital and Kate was finally going on a date with Anthony. A proper first date. Anthony was going to be picking her up from Mary's place and Kate tried not to act nervous.

"Oooooh I'm so excited for you, didi" Edwina said as she floated around the room with barrels of excitement. "Thanks, bon," Kate said smiling at her sister. "Kate there is nothing to be nervous about. Anthony is in love with you already. All of this date stuff is merely a formality," Mary said as she rubbed soothing circles on Kate's back. "I know. I know. I just really want this to be good," Kate said. "I mean I'm sure you guys will end up making out again," Edwina said. "Edwina!" "Ed!" Kate and Mary both exclaimed. "What do you know about making out?" Kate asked. "Well, not a lot really. Only what I've read from books but Franny said that her sister caught you and Anthony making out in the bathroom at the recital," Edwina said shrugging. "So that's where you disappeared off to," Mary said giving Kate a curious gaze. Anthony was right she definitely got her discerning gaze from Mary. "You knew I went to the bathroom," Kate said shyly. "To calm down not to lock lips with a Viscount," Mary. "Please do not say 'lock lips'," Edwina said with a grossed-out look on her face. Mary ignored Edwina's remark and asked "Was it good?" Kate stood up "Okay we are not discussing this,"

The doorbell then rang.

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"I'm really sorry Kate," Anthony said as he squeezed her hand. "It's fine Ant, I have family too, I understand," Kate answered. "It's just going to be a quick stop at the family house and then we can get back to our date," He said.

Anthony and Kate were on the way to the restaurant when he got a call from his mother, Violet, about a mess at home with his youngest sister, Hyacinth. Kate knew how much of a soft spot Anthony had for his youngest sister because he had basically raised her. Kate always thought she and Edwina were close so it was a relationship she understood. Kate in a lot of ways also replaced her father, he was the one who put on his fighting face for his girls and Kate was glad that she could fill that space for Edwina and Mary in his absence.

When Anthony's car pulled up into the driveway of his family home, Kate audibly gasped. She smacked Anthony's arm and said "You told me it was a house, not a mansion," "It's not a mansion... It's an estate," Anthony said and Kate rolled her eyes. "Oh my apologies, my lord," Kate said giggling. Anthony stopped the car and turned to her "Please don't call me that," "Does it bother you, my lord?" Kate said in a soft whisper causing Anthony's eyes to darken. "Nevermind I like it," He leaned over the gap to get closer to her and they kissed. It was soft not as lustful as the previous kiss they shared but Kate liked it, Anthony smelled good.

It was then that Anthony's mother, Violet knocked on the window of the driver's side.

"Oh, Anthony thank you for coming. Hyacinth is bouncing off the walls and refuses to bathe or sleep without you," Violet said as Kate and Anthony got out of the car "Oh Miss Sharma, I did not know you would be here too," "I told you about my date with Kate tonight, Mother," Anthony said exasperated. "Well, I am not sure about that but all the while it is nice to see you again dear," Violet said smiling in her direction. Kate would never admit it but the smiles Violet Bridgerton gave her always put her on edge. The smiles although polite made Kate feel like Violet was faking it, especially with her. "It's nice to see you again Lady Bridgerton," Kate said as she walked up to Anthony. "Oh please call me Violet," she said. Kate smiled and nodded "Mother where is Hyacinth now?" Anthony asked. "She's upstairs. In the playroom. Don't worry I will organise a car for Miss Sharma to get home," Violet said. Kate and Anthony looked at each other awkwardly. Anthony tightened his hold on Kate's waist and said "Kate and I are actually only here for a quick stop mother. Hyacinth is not as troublesome as you make her seem. We will be returning to our date afterwards," "Oh. Well, that is fine dear, go on up and see Hyacinth and I will tend to Miss Sharma," Violet said as she gestured them into the house.

Kate had never felt more awkward a day in her life. Violet kept sipping her tea and giving Kate weak smiles while Kate sipped at the bland English tea provided. Considering Kate was a first-time guest she did not dare to ask if there was any other tea available so she just tried not to make a face after every sip.

Kate did not know what she would talk about with a rich titled housewife. This was not her expertise, in fact, Kate spent most of her time on the antagonist end of people like her.

Just when Kate thought she should break the silence Eloise and Francesca walked into the drawing room.

"Mother, Hy is being a right old pain. Is there any way I could go to Pen's to study?" Eloise asked as she walked. She and Franny saw Kate sitting there so Kate waved. She felt silly. "Hi," Kate said softer than her usual tone. "Hi," Eloise said with her eyes narrowing "What are you doing here?" Eloise asked and Francesca bumped her with her elbow "What? It's not like Kate is the normal mid-week company," "Uh, your brother and I were actually on our way out actually," Kate said. "Like a date?" Francesca asked eyes wide. "No dear," "Yeah kind of," Violet and Kate both spoke at the same time and Kate looked at Violet and then looked away. Eloise looked from her mother to Kate and then her eyes narrowed at her mother "I'm surprised you would actually give someone like my brother the time of day. Considering your little lawsuit and endeavours go against everything he is," Kate could see Francesca stiffen and Kate chuckled "You are right about that but we don't have a lot of influence over who we like and I like to think my activities and endeavours have influenced your brother into making better decisions," "I mean isn't it exhausting having to explain your experience to someone like him. Wouldn't you feel better dating someone from your own background?" Kate stiffened at Eloise's question. This is not an uncommon thought that has plagued Kate's mind for a while but all she had to do was think about her stepmother and then she spoke "Explaining your existence to someone who is not willing to hear you is exhausting. But at the end of the day, that is what dating is, laying yourself bare to someone and them doing the same..." Kate took a breath "Would it be easier to date someone of my own race or social class? Yes but unless they too have two dead biological parents and were raised by their stepmother and were immigrants and solicitors then I would still be explaining myself in some ways. At least this way I'm doing it with someone who I-" 'want to kiss badly? want to stay in bed with all day?' Kate did not know how to answer. "I get it," Francesca said. Everyone turned to her "You and Anthony seemed to get on well and he is a lot harder on us to do well in school now, like those normally involved parents you see on TV," "Yeah," Eloise agreed. "I used to think that stuff didn't matter because we had money but as I've been around you and your sister, Edwina, I have realised that having ambition is not a bad thing," Francesca said strongly. "I'm glad. If there is one thing your brother prides himself on is his siblings' abilities. He thinks you are all so capable and he has giant dreams for you," Kate said getting a bit emotional because she understands that love Anthony has for his siblings but unlike Kate, Anthony was never good at expressing it out loud. "He said that?" Eloise asked eyes wide. "Yes. Last month he swallowed his pride and had to admit I was a good solicitor so he asked me all the things that it would take to be a good one, all the societies I was a part of, the grades I maintained and how I applied to universities and law school. I'm pretty sure he did that for you," Kate said to Eloise. Eloise visibly swallowed "Thanks for telling me that," "Of course," Kate said.

Violet got up at that moment in an effort to get Francesca and Eloise back into their rooms.

Just as Kate settled alone in the drawing room, Eloise walked back in.

"If my mother asks, I just came back to fetch this book," Eloise said as she picked up a random book off the table. "Sure," Kate said. "Kate, I want to be honest with you. My mother put me up to it," "Put you up to what?" Kate asked cautiously. "The blunt questions I asked you earlier. I was curious myself that's why I went along with her but she wanted me to ask. I don't think she likes the idea of you and Anthony dating," Eloise said not being able to meet Kate's eye. "Oh," Kate said. I guess her uneasiness around the matriarch was warranted.

Eloise and Kate's heads turned to the door when they heard Eloise's name being called.

"For what it's worth, I think you are good for him. I mean you make him sickenly happy but you also make him a better person. I think our family has gotten so used to complacency that we forgot what fun it can be to try," Eloise said. "Thank you," Kate said and she made to hug Eloise who returned it, although not as enthusiastically.

It was all Kate could think about once she and Anthony left his family home. Violet may not have been jumping for joy to see Anthony dating Kate, maybe it was because of the suit she brought to the school, but it did put Eloise and Francesca's admissions on probation. Although Anthony was able to move on from it, in fact, it got both girls to work harder and were in a better place in school than they had ever been. Kate wondered if Violet actually did know she and Anthony were going on a date today. Did Violet put Hyacinth up to her tantrum like she did Eloise and her probing questions? Maybe it was not such a big deal, Violet had every right to test the strength of Kate and Anthony's connection right? She was doing what any mother would do, right? Kate wondered if she actually met Violet's standards.

That being said it was hard to linger on feelings of inadequacy as Anthony grabbed and kissed her hand throughout dinner. As he whispered funny dad jokes in her ear. His hand on her thigh worked itself higher and higher until he had his hand basically on the apex of her thighs. He squeezed and Kate had to stifle a moan. Now she knew why he insisted on them sitting side by side at the table.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Kate whispered.

"Uh," Anthony blushed.

Kate chuckled "Don't tell me you are shy now, my lord?"

Anthony growled at the use of his title and Kate felt her temperature rising "I don't know Kate. This is our first date, I want to do the proper thing here," Anthony said.

"Well, you should have thought of that before you used my thigh as a stress ball," Kate said and sighed "Anthony, do you want to sleep with me?" she asked. "Yes. Of course, yes," Anthony said. "Then let's not make it any more complicated than necessary. We care for each other and are both super fit so what's the issue?" Kate asked. "Nothing. Not really," Anthony said "I just want you to know that I am serious about this. About us," He leaned his forehead to hers. "Are you serious about us? About me?" Kate asked with a quirked eyebrow. "Deadly," Anthony responded with a smile. Kate chuckled and then sighed "Anthony I don't want to wait. I want to be with you. All of you," "Me too. I feel like I have been waiting forever for you," Anthony said. "You don't have to wait any longer, love," Kate said.

Anthony lifted his hand to get the attention of the wait staff. After paying the bill and getting into Anthony's car. Kate laughed to herself "You know this is the first time I've had to convince a man to sleep with me," Anthony who was driving faster than necessary said "Trust me, Kate, your legs are all a man needs as evidence," "Well, what about my face?" Kate said in a pretend pout. "Perfect," Anthony said as an admission. Kate reached over to give Anthony a kiss on the cheek and he jeered off a bit "Anthony watch the road," "I'm trying everything I can to just watch the road here," he groaned. "Maybe I should just stick to my side of the car," "Maybe you should, temptress," Anthony said.

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Present:

Anthony was not a religious guy. In fact, most people he knew only maintained religious mirages for appearances. Easter and Christmas churchgoers but Anthony was not raised super religious. You see his grandfather, the Seventh Viscount Bridgerton, was not exactly the nicest man. He was awful to his father and uncle because of their supposed bad behaviour, which coupled with his overly religious beliefs made him quite the beloved patriarch of the peerage. So when Edmund Bridgerton welcomed his first son, he vowed to never force them to be anything but themselves. Of course, it made it tough for him to be a disciplinarian but the Eighth Viscount had something his predecessor never had: his children's respect. None of the children did anything too bad because they feared their father's disapproval and they loved and respected their father, they would never want to disappoint him.

Yes, Edmund Bridgerton was a hard man to disappoint, that was until he died. 

And Anthony thinks he has been disappointing him ever since. Lately, he has been feeling like it might be a good thing his father was not here to see him now.

So why was he in one of the chapels in the hospital? Avoiding his mother of course. She refused to talk about what he had overheard between her and Siena and Anthony had ordered her out. She refused to leave and for the first time in his life, he threatened his mother. It did not feel good and as she left he thought he would feel triumph but...

His mother was not his favourite parent, she never was. He knew she loved him and he loved her but Anthony valued his father more. There was a genuine nature in the way Edmund conducted his life. He apologised when he was wrong even to his youngest of children, he spoke politely and gently with everyone of every background and he never cared if the things his children did were embarrassing or out of the norm.

15-year-old Benedict coming out as Bisexual? Easy. 11-year-old Daphne wanting to commit to ballet? Sure. 6-year-old Eloise declaring herself a vegetarian? Sure. He even joined her. For a week.

His mother, on the other hand, was the opposite of genuine. Where her father was open and honest, his mother was secretive and cunning. Her kindness was only offered to those she knew, everyone else got a strained sort of politeness. He noticed with random people but it only came to the foreground of his mind when Kate came into the picture. She would be slow to smile, warn him more about appearances and stare at Kate which often made him want to ask what her problem was. But he never did. In a lot of ways, those first few moments of Violet disrespecting not just Kate but their relationship should have been a sign and he should have stopped his mother then and there.

He never did because he always thought if Kate had a real problem she would come to him but also Anthony thought his mother would see how happy he was and back off. She was always pestering him about getting into a relationship anyway.

If Anthony was honest with himself it made sense as to why he ended up in the chapel. Literally, he asked the nurse for a private place to think and they gave him the keys to the chapel, he was a high-profile patient so he really could do whatever but figuratively, Anthony needed divine intervention.

He had to switch psychiatrists because the first one was Kate's recommendation and she reminded him too much of Kate after their breakup. The second one was prominent amongst the peerage but then he got his license revoked after it was discovered he was basically running a pill mill for the wealthy. The third one was too invested in Anthony letting go of some of his family responsibilities and the last one was a good fit but she was young and after she texted him a little too flirtatiously Anthony gave up. If he was back in his twenties he would have stayed with the last one and crossed a line with her that he would have regretted later on because he regretted every girl he had been with back then. The only two women he didn't regret... Well, one probably hated him and the other well she had to hate him too despite his undying devotion to her.

He still had full prescriptions from each of the previous doctors and he figured it wasn't a big deal. He didn't do therapy before so he would be good now right? And if he was having trouble sleeping then he could take one of the sleeping pills from his prescription.

He told Siena he was going to sessions when really he was either at the gym or having a drink at the club. Well, one bad month turned into another and Anthony started popping sleeping pills to even take naps and when that stopped working he moved over to a different prescription. He thought it was harmless, he thought all sleeping pills were alike. Well, he now knows that not all pills gel well and he ended up face down, alone, in his apartment for hours until his mother found him. 

He felt bad for scaring his family and his mother said with his permission they would be able to visit him but he did not think he could deal with their emotions on top of his own so he told his mother, Simon and anyone else who checked in on the family group chat that they can see him when he gets discharged.

He heard a knock on the door. That was either a nurse, his mother or the person he texted to save him from this hell and there she was his saviour... Eloise.

[noemilivv]

Hello, hello! Guess who finally found the courage and time to try the Hazbin Hotel's match up? I'm sorry if I make any mistake, I'm French and a little tired right now ^^". I take this opportunity to say that I really like your writing and I feel like your interpretation of the characters is so accurate. I wish you the best for your future works!

So...

You can call me Lily, and my pronouns are she/her. I'm 20+ years-old. I have a strong preference for women and would prefer to be paired with one, please. Men actually make me feel uncomfortable and unsafe because of past experiences.

If it can help with getting my personality, I'm an INFP and an Aquarius. I tend to be seen as the mom friend or the big sister figure. I'm very patient and always here to listen to others, offer them some pieces of advice and support them through everything. Paradoxically, I don't really talk about my own problems (mostly because this girl has a problem of self-esteem and has the bad habit of seeing herself as less important than others).

I have ADHD. The bad aspects are how much I struggle to stay still and how much of a airhead I am, turning around in my appartment to find something that was actually in my hand. But the good aspect is how I love to try new things and so know how to do a lot of things (drawing, fixing, crafting, cooking, playing various sports...). I also have PTSD and can have dissociative episodes when triggered, even if it calmed down lately.

My friends describe me as someone with "golden retriever energy", mostly because as soon as I spot them, I have a big smile on my face and can't stand still, bouncing happily (but that might be ADHD too...). I always fear to be too much for others because of that. But I'm usually a calm person, I just love my friends so much. But I'm loosing my track, it's not the subject...

I'm soft spoken, so it can be surprising how I can be honest and sometimes even blunt with people, but always politely and gently. But if gentle does not work, I will be a little more frontal if needed. I'm a pacifist, but if I need to verbally put someone back in their place, I will.

In a partner, I can get along and be attracted by anyone, from bubbly to reserved. But the most important trait I seek is safety. I need to feel safe (and even protected) with people, and especially with a potential lover.

My love languages are physical touch and acts of service. When I feel comfortable with someone and that I know they are okay with it, I will seek the physical contact, such as leaning against their shoulder when m'y social battery is down and holding their sleeve, hand or arm to not lose them in a crowd. And since I like to feel useful and to make people smile, if I can do something to help or support them, I will. I would love to receive these love languages back. And from experience, I can tell that when I receive the acts of service, I'm emotional because I'm so not used to be the receiving hand of it rather than the other way around, it touches me a lot.

For the appearence, I'm 157cm tall. I wear glasses. I love wearing original earrings (and I plan to learn how to create homemade ones). Style-wise, I wear simple yet feminine clothes, always with a touch of colors. I like to style my hair, but I'm not that good at it so it often ends up in a ponytail. I have a really expressive face, I'm basically an open book on that side.

Likes : Plushies, music, sweets, animals, listening to people talking about their own hobbies. My biggest interest is Dreamcatcher (a girlgroup known as "the face of rock in K-pop").

Dislikes : Loud noises (if it's too repetitive and loud, it can even bring tears to my eyes and I can't focus anymore), being treated like a child, lies, tomatoes, alcohol.

I feel like I ended up writing a lot and made that really long... I'm sorry about that! Thank you in advance for this match up. I hope you're having a good day. And don't forget to take care of yourself! Drink water, it's important!

hey hey!! after some thought, i decided to pair you with…

Charlie !!

You both are the ultimate sunshine duo, let’s be real, but you manage to bring her back down to reality when she needs it XD

Genuinely does try to make you feel safe, and she sure as hell would protect you, as she knows those are a couple things that you value in a partner

I can also see Charlie being big on acts of service and physical affection as well so she definitely hops onto that immediately XD

[lovely-peace]

Celestial Dance

Summary: The Reader goes to the party with Luis because of her conflicted feelings for Remus. But as the evening goes on it's more and more shown that Remus isn't very happy about that...

Warnings: Party, unrequited love, bad to no communication, jealousy, drinking (not much), self doubt, cliffhanger sryyy

If iI'm being honest I love this part, but I am not really sure how to continue, and it got really long so here it is :'))) wc: +2.600

Masterlist part 1 - - - part 8 part 9 part 10

4 p.m.

I was excited, tense, and yet calm at the same time. It was almost eerie. My mind was full of thoughts fighting their way through, but I was so excited that I didn't pay attention to them.

I went to our room to get ready and let my friends know. My thoughts revolved around the party, Luis, and of course, Remus. Always about Remus.

Will he come to the party? Of course, he will, Mary already hinted at it earlier. Will he look for me? I don't know, but I hoped he would. Remus, Remus, Remus. It was an obsession.

I opened the door to our room and saw Lily sitting on her bed. She was reading a book, "A History of Magic." She was probably the only person I knew who read it voluntarily. When she noticed me coming in, she quickly closed the book and looked at me expectantly.

"And?" "What do you mean?" She rolled her eyes. "Are you coming after all?" Mary and she must have talked. She looked so excited that I had to smile as I nodded. Her eyes widened. "You're really coming?!" I laughed.

"Yes, I'm going with Luis." Then she became quiet. Suddenly she didn't look so excited anymore. That made me angry. Just because Remus couldn't stand Luis for some reason, my friends shouldn't exclude him too.

"What?" I said more sharply than I intended.

She looked at me again with her concerned look. "Are you sure it's a good idea? Because of yesterday… Remus will surely see it as-"

"I DON'T CARE what Remus thinks! I am my own person with my own actions, and Remus can't dictate them."

Lily looked surprised at that. I was just as surprised as she was.

"Also, we're just going as friends," I said softer, mostly to ease my conscience. It was as if I wanted to reassure Remus.

She just smiled at me. "You're right. You can do whatever you want."

It sounded as if I didn't care about the people around me. It sounded as if Remus didn't matter to me. I didn't like how it sounded. But I remained silent.

Then she looked at me questioningly. "But why are you going with Luis? I mean, I have nothing against it, but I didn't expect that, you know?"

Suddenly, I felt uncomfortable. The reason why I was going with Luis was fear. Fear that Remus would confront me otherwise.

If I'm with you, he probably won't approach you by himself, right?

"He talked to me and suggested it. I think I would feel a little more comfortable with him, that's all."

Lily suddenly grinned. "You know," she began, "Being curious isn't a sin."

I looked at her confused. "What?"

"Well, if I were in your place, I would be curious why Remus talked about Luis like that. I would want to know why it bothers him so much."

Lily looked at me expectantly. It took me a moment to understand what she was saying.

"You think I'm going to the party with Luis so Remus would say why it bothers him so much?"

She laughed at that. "You are making it so complicated! I think you are going to the party with Luis to make Remus jealous."

Heat rushed to my face, and I could practically feel myself turning red. Embarrassing.

"Remus isn't- I don't think he's- I mean…"

She laughed and shook her head. "Of course, you didn't think that. It would be impossible that he likes you like that." I could practically hear the irony in her words.

"I don't know what Remus thinks of me anymore." And that scares me.

She stopped laughing and became serious. "Do you really believe that he doesn't like you? I mean, like you. The way he looks at you-"

"I don't know. I don't think so, but I don't know." And that's why I'm running away from him.

She didn't say anything for a while. Then she put a hand on my shoulder. "Let's get ready, okay? We want you to look great tonight, even though you always do."

I nodded and smiled at her. I just needed a distraction from what was going on in my heart right now.

~~~

6 p.m.

Lily and I stood in the hallway outside the party. That's where I arranged to meet Luis. Lily had done my hair and makeup and seemed very proud of her work. She also suggested that I wear my best dress. It was as if she wanted Remus to think I was on a date.

She said she wanted to wait with me for Luis, and I was grateful for that. My excitement had turned into fear of the evening, and if I were alone, I'd probably run away.

As always.

"Look, there he comes!" she whispered to me. Luis had also dressed up, and he wasn't alone. His brother came with him. I waved to them, and Luis smiled at me and waved back. His brother awkwardly raised his hand.

"Wow... You look really wonderful," Luis almost whispered when he stood in front of me. I had to smile. "You look very handsome too," I returned the compliment. He looked away shyly, and I noticed a blush on his cheeks.

Behind us, Luis's brother cleared his throat. And then I realized again that we weren't alone, and I immediately felt embarrassed.

"Before I go, I wanted to apologize to you," he said softly.

"It's alright. I want to apologize to you too; I didn't explain it very well." I replied.

"I'm Luke," he introduced himself and extended his hand. I took it with a smile, "I'm (y/n)." It felt like a fresh start, as if our conversation from yesterday never existed. And I was glad about it.

"Well, I'm going inside now, okay? We'll surely see each other again." Lily smiled at me and then turned to Luis. "And don't let Remus's angry glances get to you. I'd love to see you make him really mad."

She winked at him. I blushed. "Lily!" She playfully stuck out her tongue and quickly went inside. Luke followed right after her, leaving us alone.

I turned to Luis and looked at him questioningly. "Shall we go inside-"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he interrupted me. I looked at him for a long moment. I just nodded. "I'm sure. Are you?"

He looked at me just as long as I did at him. Then he smiled and nodded too.

"We'll be fine."

~~~

It was loud inside. Not too loud, and the music was great. I saw the large buffet and the bar full of drinks, in all sorts. It was really a Marauders' party. Incredible overall.

Many people were there, which wasn't surprising, as the parties were always praised by everyone. It was almost overwhelming, but I still had the fear of losing Luis. He just looked at me with a smile.

"Let's just have fun."

~~~

I didn't know what time it was, but I was really having fun with Luis. We talked, ate together, laughed, and also met new people. At the same time, I noticed that something was bothering him, but he didn't speak about it.

We were sitting at the bar, both drinking something (non-alcoholic), when I tried to ask him as gently as possible.

"Hey, is something wrong?"

He looked at me, surprised. Then he smiled, but it was a sad smile. "No, don't worry."

I didn't believe a word he said. "Do you feel uncomfortable with me? If you do, just tell me what's wrong, and I'll change it immediately-"

He shook his head quickly. "No, no, it's wonderful with you." He looked nervously away.

"But…?" I tried to get him to say what was bothering him.

He ran his hands through his black hair and looked incredibly nervous.

"But it feels wrong."

My eyes widened. "Wh-"

"Don't get me wrong, I think all of this is great! But…" He looked away again, and I could feel that he was struggling with himself.

"Yes..?" I gently asked.

He looked at me with a sad smile. "It means more to me than to you. It feels like I'm forcing you into a date when you actually like him. And I know it's not actually a date, but fuck! I wish so much that it were."

I looked at him speechless. Was that a love confession? Yes, it was.

"Luis…" I began, but I didn't really know what to say.

"You don't have to say anything. I know you like him." He continued to look at me with that sad smile. "And I also know that he likes you."

What? "How do you know that?"

He laughed, almost bitterly. "He's been giving us, no, me angry glances all evening."

"What?" I hadn't noticed. I had the urge to look out for him, but at the same time, it felt wrong to do that in front of Luis.

"You know… When you sat next to me, I thought maybe, just maybe, you might like me too. But in the end, I never really had a chance."

"I didn't mean to…"

He looked down at his drink, still smiling. "I know. It's not your fault how you feel."

I fell silent. I felt terrible. And right now, I had to remember what Remus had said.

Yeah, sure. That was definitely meant as just friends hanging out. Sometimes you're really naive.

He was right. I was really naive.

After a while, Luis took his drink and finished it in one gulp. "Okay, enough self-pity! I made a promise to myself." He looked at me expectantly.

"I will help you with Remus."

My eyes widened. "Luis, you don't have to-"

"Yes, I have to," he interrupted. "When you like someone, you want that person to be happy. And at some point, you have to accept that this person won't really be happy with you." He paused for a moment.

"You like him. So, I'm going to help you."

He looked at me again with that smile, and I wanted to cry. "I'm sorry," I whispered, on the verge of tears.

"I already told you that you don't have to be. My mission now is just to make him jealous." The music changed to a slow song.

Before I knew what he meant, he stood up and extended his hand to me. "So, do you allow me this dance?"

And I silently took his hand.

~~~

Remus's POV.

"You're staring again," Sirius said, and I wanted to strangle him. I forced myself to look away from the two, but I couldn't really. My gaze kept going back to them.

Seeing how he looked at her made me sick. How she laughed with him. How she seemed to be having the time of her life with him. A nauseating feeling crawled up inside me, and I wanted to hit something. Preferably Luis.

Why do you even care so much? It's none of your business who asks me out on a date!

It felt like she wanted to prove something, and it made me sick that she succeeded. I wanted to go over there and pull her away from him.

Wounds need time to heal, Remus.

I turned my gaze away from them and looked at James, Mary, Lily, and Sirius as they played poker. Sirius was bluffing his way through, even though he had a pitiful one pair.

"You look like you could kill someone, Remus," Lily said with a dangerous smile.

I just grunted in response, and James started laughing. "I think we know who he would like to kill." He said amusedly and turned over his cards. A full house.

Mary sighed theatrically and turned her cards over. She had a straight. "Well, I had a good feeling about this." She murmured.

"Well, you're better than Sirius," I said when he revealed his cards.

"Oh, shut up, Moony. You're not even playing because you're too angry," he retorted, offended.

I shrugged, and James laughed louder.

"Don't laugh too hard; you didn't win." Lily said as she turned her cards over. A… "A royal flush?!" James gasped, and his smile disappeared. Lily, on the other hand, smiled even wider. "You owe me a favor now; that was your bet."

Sirius laughed loudly at that. "Damn, Prongs, you've created a monster!"

Yes, James had only taught Lily how to play poker today, and she had beaten them all. Even though it was mostly due to luck, it was impressive.

"As long as you're not angry because of Sni- Snape anymore," James muttered, and Lily hummed happily.

My gaze wandered through the hall and settled on a dark-haired boy. He extended his hand to Sunny. He wouldn't…

"Hey, Lily, do you want to dance?" I heard James' voice behind me. Lily giggled in response.

"Sure, Potter."

And I watched as Sunny took Luis's hand and went to the dance floor with him.

"Ohhhh, that must hurt, Moony," I heard Sirius's voice behind me. "Fuck off, Pads," I snapped back irritably.

"I guess he doesn't want to play with us, Mary," he said sarcastically.

No, I don't. I want her to be with me, not with him.

~~~

Reader's POV.

I was nervous. My hands were trembling, and my legs seemed to have forgotten how to dance.

Luis looked at me gently. "Just relax, look into my eyes, and follow my steps."

I nodded and tried to calm down while following his lead. But my thoughts weren't on the dance; they were on what Luis had said. He wanted to make Remus jealous, hoping that he would finally admit his feelings for me, at least that's how I understood it.

Could it really be? That Remus might, just might, actually like me?

At the same time, it felt terrible to dance with Luis while knowing what he had just confessed to me. So, I tried to focus my thoughts on our dance.

The song seemed endless, and it felt like I was making a thousand mistakes. But Luis didn't mind and just kept leading me. In that moment, I wished so much that my heart would beat faster because of him.

But it only did that with Remus. Of course, only with him.

The song ended, and Luis led me back to our seats at the bar.

He smiled at me. "Did you enjoy it?" he asked, and I could hear a slight vulnerability in his words.

I smiled back. "Yes, I did. Really." I said honestly and was relieved that his smile was genuine.

I turned to the bartender to order something, and then I saw him. My heart started beating faster, my face turned red, and I felt hot.

Remus was looking at me so intensely that it felt like my body was set on fire. Then he quickly looked away. He had ordered a glass of whiskey, and it didn't seem to be his first.

I turned to Luis, not knowing what to do. Then I saw Mary in the corner of my eye, waving us over to join her and Sirius. They were sitting next to Remus, holding cards in their hands. I looked at Luis questioningly.

He smiled. "Are you ready for the final round?" He spoke of Remus as if they were in a battle. Maybe they were. I nodded slightly, and he pulled me over to the others.

~~~

Mary spread her arms, and I hugged her. "Did you have a good time?" she asked us, and I nodded with a smile.

Lily and James came over to us, and Lily hugged me too.

"I'm so glad you decided to join us!" she said excitedly. I smiled at her while James laughed almost bitterly behind her.

"That's what she says now, but wait until you play against her! She beat us in poker!"

I looked at her in surprise. "I thought you couldn't play poker?"

She winked at me. "I can now. But honestly, you should have been there!"

I laughed at her mischievous expression.

"I haven't won a single time today," Sirius complained. "Well, at least I played, unlike Moony over here!"

Remus looked at me. Me, and only me.

"I haven't had a reason to play today," he said in a monotone voice without looking away from me.

An icy shiver ran down my spine, and I felt exposed in front of him.

"I'd like to play too. I'm not really good, but what do I have to lose? I'm not afraid." Luis said, and I could feel the tension in the air. He worded it as if Remus were afraid of a game.

"I'll play too." Remus suddenly said, turning his gaze to Luis.

"And you, Sunny?" Mary asked. I just nodded, speechless about what was happening here.

Luis looked at me questioningly. "Sunny?"

Right, he didn't know the nickname.

"I gave her the nickname. Do you have a problem with it?" Remus's cold voice sent a shiver down my spine.

Luis, however, seemed unaffected and just shook his head with a smile. "No, of course not. It's a fitting name."

I didn't know what was happening here, but it felt like an intense battle. And it seemed like I was the subject of it.

I sat down next to Lily, opposite Remus, and as if on autopilot, Luis followed me and sat next to me on the other side.

Remus looked darkly over at us. No, he looked darkly at Luis. However, Luis still didn't show any sign of it and simply drank something from his drink.

We played many rounds of poker, and 98% of the games were won by Lily with incredible luck. With each round, the tension grew, and my heart eventually beat so fast that I thought I would have to go to the hospital wing.

In the last round, Luis won with a straight flush, while Lily 'only' had a full house. But the round was more of a showdown between Remus and Luis, who provoked each other throughout the round. After the round, Luis leaned in close to my ear and whispered to me.

"He's on the verge."

On the verge of what?

Suddenly, Remus stood up. He looked at Luis and me, and it seemed like he wanted to say something, but then he turned around.

"I'm going to the bathroom," he said simply.

I felt terrible somehow. He seemed to be suffering, and I didn't want that. I wanted to get up too, but Luis did it before me.

"I'll check on him," he said and followed Remus.

What? He didn't even know him?

I wanted to say something, but Sirius spoke first, "Yeah, check on him. Maybe talk some sense into him."

Lily placed a hand on my shoulder as Luis went after Remus. "Are you okay?" she asked.

I only nodded and took a big sip of my drink. All of this was nerve-wracking. I had no idea what was going on here. I just knew that I was somehow to blame.

Sirius then clapped his hands loudly. "Should we change the game soon?"

Mary looked unimpressed at him. "Because you've always been last so far?"

"If Peter hadn't gone to bed so early, I wouldn't have been!" he retorted.

James laughed, "Sure, Sirius, if it makes you happy. But Peter has beaten you quite a lot these last times."

Sirius looked embarrassed, "Shut up! You didn't play well today either."

James glanced at Lily and then back at Sirius. "Well, maybe Sirius is right. I wouldn't mind changing the game." he mumbled afterward.

"Why? I still want to beat Luis!" Lily said cluelessly.

That made me laugh, "Lily, you've already beaten him a thousand times today!"

She just shrugged, "Well, if you all really want to, then fine by me. But what game?"

Sirius smiled dangerously, "How about Truth or Dare?"

~~~

Remus pov.

Damn. I was behaving terribly. But if I see him get any closer to her again… How he leaned down to her and whispered in her ear, that was too much. I needed to get out and cool off.

But I had a feeling that it wouldn't work.

"Have you given up already?"

I wanted to hit him, beat him, anything. I just wanted him to disappear.

"What's your problem, anyway?" I hissed. I didn't know why I was acting like this. He was driving me crazy.

He laughed at that, "What's my problem? I think the question is what's your problem?"

"I don't have a problem," I said while washing my face with water.

"Well, I think we both know that you have at least a problem with me."

He was right. "I think we both know why."

I looked at him through the mirror above the sink. He tilted his head at that.

"Do we? Please tell me what's your problem with me?"

He was provoking me. At least I thought he was. I stayed silent at his question.

He sighed then, "And that's your problem, Remus."

I turned to face him in surprise. "What?"

He shook his head, "You stay silent in the important moments."

He slowly approached me in a threatening manner. I felt cornered.

Then he went to the other sink. He turned on the water and washed his hands.

"Let me tell you something," he turned off the water and dried his hands with a paper towel.

"You can't silence feelings."

He looked at me once more with an almost friendly look. "I've tried it myself."

And then he left.

To be continued...

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[innerpalaces]

The Life of a Cannon Fodder Mother-in-Law - 15

Chapter 15: The Deceived Mother-in-Law 15

"No!" Qi Zhengming said without thinking. Liu Yuniang seemed to be convinced, nodded and said: " 'No’ would be for the best."

This time, Qi Zhengming did not make any trouble on the way back, but it was obvious that he was not in a good mood. The couple had been gone for an entire night, and Qi Hechen was overwhelmed by the two women. When he learned that his mother was back, he rushed over immediately. "Mom, please take care of it. They are fighting with each other so much that I don't even have the heart to read." Liu Yuniang's eyes flickered between father and son. Qi Zhengming was guilty and felt his whole body getting uncomfortable: "Huixin, what are you looking at?" Liu Yuniang retracted her gaze: "Hechen, your godmother has found a good home. She and Master Zhang consummated their marriage last night. This is a good thing. When she comes back, you should go to her house to congratulate her."

Qi Hechen was dumbfounded. He thought he had heard it wrong and couldn't recover for a long time. He looked at his father blankly and blurted out, "Mother is kidding, right? How could my godmother remarry..." Seeing Liu Yuniang's gaze, he paused and said reluctantly, "My godmother once said she would not marry, that's why I was surprised."

"That's because she hadn't met the right person." Liu Yuniang shook her head and sighed, "When fate comes, it can't be stopped." The father and son exchanged glances secretly and quickly looked away. Liu Yuniang didn't want to listen to them make excuses anymore, so she ordered her maids to keep an eye on them secretly. When she learned that the two of them had gone to the outer study, she followed them. When she got there, she stopped the two attendants at the door from reporting her arrival. By the time she arrived, father and son had been talking for a while. Qi Hechen's tone was full of surprise and confusion: "What does godmother like about that Master Zhang?" Qi Zhengming sighed: "She is too simple and thinks Master Zhang is a good person. I tried to  persuade her, but she still insisted on staying." Qi Hechen was silent for a moment and then asked, "Are you sure the marriage is consummated?" "That Master Zhang is a stingy man and only booked one room..." At this point, Qi Zhengming couldn't speak any more. A man and a woman alone in one room, and they are even an engaged couple. As long as Master Zhang is a normal man, it’s impossible for him to just chat. "From now on, she is really just your godmother. I am not that generous and will not take care of her anymore." Qi Hechen blurted out: "But she is my mother!" With a "bang", the door was pushed open. Both father and son's hearts sank and they turned their heads to look. When they saw the slender figure standing backlight in the doorway, all the hope in their hearts disappeared. "Cheng Rumeng is your mother?" Liu Yuniang's face was filled with anger. She stepped forward and slapped Qi Zhengming hard in the face: "Do you think I am a fool?" Qi Zhengming didn't react for a while and was hit. Feeling the pain, he quickly retreated back: "Huixin, let me explain." "I just said that Hechen and you look similar. How could you be so similar if you weren't father and son?" Liu Yuniang approached step by step, picked up the table and chair beside her and threw it over: "Qi Zhengming, you bastard! You made me suffer so much!" "You let me raise the child you had with another woman as my own, but even the child knows who his biological mother is!  Are you and your son taking me for a fool?" She became more and more agitated as she spoke. She pulled down a whip hanging on the wall as decoration and swung it hard: "Hechen is only a few months younger than Cai Miao. Since you have a true love, why did you ask to marry me?" She didn't know how to use the whip very well. The first time, the teapot and teacups on the table were broken into pieces. The movement was quite loud, and only the tip of the whip hit the back of Qi Zhengming's hand. Qi Zhengming felt pain and hurriedly said, "Huixin, listen to my explanation." Liu Yuniang said angrily: "Explain what? That Hechen is not your biological child?" Qi Zhengming was silent for a moment: "No!" Seeing that he was shameless and refused to admit it, Liu Yuniang sneered and said: "Then send him away, remove his name from the family tree, and never let him have contact with the Qi family again; otherwise, I don't believe it." Qi Zhengming naturally refused: "You raised him with your own hands. He is practically like your own biological child. Why do you have to..." "You won't do it, right?" Liu Yuniang's whip went towards Qi Hechen. After missing the first time, she felt a little more comfortable handling the whip, and this time she successfully struck Qi Hechen.

Qi Hechen was a weak scholar who had been pampered since childhood and had never suffered such a punishment before. He immediately screamed, fell to the ground, and backed away quickly. Liu Yuniang had wanted to beat this white-eyed wolf for a long time, so she whipped him a few more times without any mercy. Qi Zhengming finally reacted and rushed forward to grab her wrist. "Huixin, don't go crazy." Qi Zhengming's voice was stern: "The child is innocent." Liu Yuniang spoke louder than him: "Qi Hechen knows who his biological mother is, how can he be innocent? You and your son teamed up to deceive me. You are all beasts!" She lashed him with the whip hard, "I can't live like this anymore." After saying this, she dropped the whip and walked away. Qi Hechen was trembling with pain and couldn't stand at all. Qi Zhengming helped him up, and ordered someone to call a doctor. He turned around and saw his wife leaving without looking back, and quickly chased after her to comfort her. There was such a loud commotion in the study room that no matter how hard the servants tried to pretend to be deaf, it was still difficult to ignore. Zhao Zhenyan and Liu Chanchan both had spies and quickly learned what was happening and hurried over. The two surrounded Qi Hechen and asked about his well-being. Zhao Zhenyan was worried, while Liu Chanchan thought more and secretly ordered the maids around her to go to the main courtyard and keep an eye on what was going on there.

Liu Chanchan was clever and had already asked before entering the house as to who had the final say in Qi Mansion. Naturally, she knew how powerful her mother-in-law was. The whole family depended on her mother-in-law's dowry shops for support. If she really gives up on this  father and son, the Qi family will definitely be worse than before. Zhao Zhenyan was helping Qi Hechen apply the medicine, but she did not ignore the concubine next to her. When she heard her ordering people to keep an eye on the main courtyard, she pursed her lips and said, "Chanchan, go in person." At this moment, with Qi Hechen being injured, whoever stays with him will benefit, so Liu Chanchan refused to go. Even if she wanted to go, she wouldn't be willing after hearing Zhao Zhenyan's orders. "I'm worried about Hechen. Anyway, the master has already gone, so we don't have to worry about it." Zhao Zhenyan said with a straight face: "Mother has an impulsive temper. You can help to persuade her if you go." "Madam never takes me seriously. She definitely won't listen to what I say." Liu Chanchan suggested: "You go." Zhao Zhenyan glared at her and said, "You are just a concubine! How dare you have the confidence to order me to do things?" "Be honest and reasonable," Liu Chanchan lowered her head, her attitude was soft, but her words were firm: "Madam's words are indeed more effective than those of a concubine." Seeing the two of them starting to fight again, Qi Hechen only felt a headache. Coupled with the pain in his body, his head felt dizzy: "Don't make so much noise!" He looked at Zhao Zhenyan: "Go and keep an eye on things!" In the main courtyard at this time, Qi Zhengming was not allowed to enter and could only softly beg at the door. Liu Yuniang sat in front of the dressing table, straightened her hair that had been messed up in all the excitement, changed her clothes, and then went over to open the door. At that time, Zhao Zhenyan had already arrived. "Both of you, come in and let's discuss it." Liu Yuniang sat in the main seat, her tone cold. Qi Zhengming rubbed his hands like a child who had done something wrong: "Huixin, you should be angry, but don't be too angry..." Liu Yuniang raised her voice and ordered the servants: "Bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Qi Zhengming felt uneasy. Even though his wife lost her temper and he was annoyed by her attitude, he did not want to divorce her. Money is a person's courage, and he didn't have the courage!

"You have lied to me for so long, this life can't go on." Liu Yuniang knocked on the table: "Let's part ways in peace. I will take my dowry and leave, and you can take good care of your son!"

Hearing this, Qi Zhengming became anxious: "Huixin, that's your son too. You have had such deep affection for so many years, and you mother and son are so filial... Divorce is not as simple as it sounds. There will be gossip outside. Don't risk everything..."

"Even if outsiders gossip about it, it's better than being fooled by you and your son." Liu Yuniang's face was full of ridicule: "Isn't it that you rely on me and dare not let me leave? It's unpleasant to hear gossip, but staying will only make me feel more uncomfortable!" Hearing that she was going to leave, Zhao Zhenyan thought for a moment and immediately made up her mind not to let her mother-in-law go. She stepped forward and said, "Mother, I don't understand what you are saying. What happened?"

Liu Yuniang said unceremoniously: "If you don't understand, just stand aside. Zhao Zhenyan forced a smile: "Mother, I know you are in a bad mood. I am a junior. If you want to take it out on me, you can just hit me if you are angry. But don't be impulsive. My husband has to take part in the provincial examination. At this time, if you and father are not in harmony, it will affect him..." "Whether he lives or dies, what does it have to do with me?" Liu Yuniang said mockingly: "He is just an illegitimate son. Why should I give in for him?" Zhao Zhenyan was stunned. It was only after she got married that she found out that her mother-in-law was someone else, and she also imagined Liu Huixin's reaction when she learned about it. But when the moment actually arrived, she still felt caught off guard. She knew the truth, but she couldn't admit it. She immediately looked confused: "What do you mean by illegitimate son?" She looked at Qi Zhengming: "Father, didn't you say that my husband is an adopted son?" "Why are you pretending?" Liu Yuniang exposed her mercilessly: "You cared so much about Cheng Rumeng before, and you even went to visit her every few days... You should have known the truth a long time ago, right? Everyone in the family knows about it, and you only hid it from me... The Qi family are all liars from top to bottom!"

While she was talking, a servant brought over a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and Liu Yuniang raised her hand to grind the ink. 

Qi Zhengming stepped forward and held her hand: "Huixin, don't be impulsive!" He looked anxious: "Rumeng is about to get married, and Hechen has treated you as his mother all these years. There is no need for us to quarrel over what happened in the past..." Liu Yuniang looked him up and down: "Qi Zhengming, I despise your shamelessness and hate your deception. You are a scholar, but you have no integrity at all. It's really disappointing! The more you beg, the more I look down on you!" Qi Zhengming felt extremely embarrassed when he noticed the gazes of the servants around him, and felt that she was tearing his face off and throwing it on the ground. Anger rose in his heart, but he didn't dare to act out.

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[ashboy-3]

Knew It

Written for DannyMay 2023 Day 14 Prompt: Seance Fandom: Danny Phantom Characters: Danny, Star, Paulina, Dash, Kwan Words: 1437 Summary: After the events of the A-listers learning how to use ghostly weapons Star can't let the strange feelings she has go. Finally deciding to do something about it she drags her friends along, after all, anything to prove she's right

“Do you really think this is going to work?” Kwan asked, lighting the final candle.

“Fenton is hiding something I think I know what it is. This is my way to prove it,” Star, rereading the book she found the ritual in.

“Why are you so obsessed with Fenton? He said he helped us than he did. I thought that we wouldn’t have to deal with him and his freakiness anymore,” Paulina complained.

“Pauly. Girl. I love you I really do but Fenton was straight-up lying to us. This ritual is going to prove it,” Star smirked. “All you four have to do is follow my lead.”

“What is it supposed to do?” Dash asked, trying to read the book over her shoulder.

“It summons a ghost. All we need is something from the ghost when they were alive and lucky for us I have just the thing,” Star grabbed her purse and grabbed a book she snatched out of Fenton’s backpack when he wasn’t paying attention.

“Who are we trying to summon?” Kwan asked, grabbing the book from her and placing it in the center.

“You’ll see. I feel like it’ll be a pleasant surprise,” she smirked as they all stood around the circle holding hands. All four repeating the words Star has made them practice for a week straight till they could say them completely without messing up.

It took five minutes of weird glowing and repeating Latin phrases when suddenly the circle glowed brighter, the candles turning a ghostly shade of green and now standing in the circle is one tired, angry, and shirtless, Danny Fenton, glaring at them.

“Ha! Fucking knew it,” Star smirked crossing her arms as Danny groaned, when did his life get this fucked up.

“Fenton?” Dash asked shocked, pointing at the teen.

“Yeah?” Danny asked, fully done with his half-life.

“Are you dead?” Kwan asked, making the teen tense up in shock.

“I’m sorry? Do I look dead to you?” Danny asked, crossing his arms.

“Well Star said that the ritual was to summon a ghost,” Paulina pointed out.

“I don’t-” Danny tried but he honestly couldn’t think of an excuse. “Do you just love proving a point?” Danny asked her.

“Yes very much so. Something was off when you trained us with those weapons and I wanted to know. I had my suspicions but didn’t know for sure until now,” Star confirmed.

“So wait! You are actually dead,” Dash asked, a scared looking coming over his face.

“Ah yeah half dead,” Danny corrected, stepping out of the circle, shocking Star.

“How did you do that?” she asked, taking a step back. “And how can you be half dead?”

“Well for starters. You did well for your first summoning circle. It’ll probably hold a lower-level ghost or demon such as the box ghost. Me, well not so much. Second, if you want to hold a ghost of any level you have to line it with salt. I can sometimes escape those as well if I can find a weak spot, but that’s just because I’m special. And yeah I’m half dead. Not fully dead not fully alive,” Danny shrugged as if that explained everything.

“But how can one be half dead and half alive?” Star asked.

“If you’re really a ghost does this mean you know the ghost boy?” Paulina asked hearts in her eyes.

Danny suddenly felt very uncomfortable, but if he didn’t answer their questions he would just be hunted down by the four at school.

“You can say I know him better than anybody and Paulina you are not on his radar. I would just forget your chances with him,” Danny said, hoping he phrased it well enough to not hurt her feelings.

“How would you know!” 

“Don’t go making her cry like that!” Dash and Kwan yelled.

“Do not yell at me for things that are not my fault. I told her as easily as I can that Phantom does not have feelings for her. She should have taken the hint years ago when he never came running after her,” Danny glared as blue mist escaped his mouth.

“Do you want me to take care of the situation?” a voice said in the room making the four tense up, not being able to see where it was coming from.

“Fright down. I’m fine. They're just being annoying,” Danny said, tilting his head towards the shadows, his eyes glowing an eerie green.

“Are you confident? I was alerted to your summoning and feared the worst,” The voice said.

“Yeah, it was just these four. You know we’ve dealt with worst. Not like they were some crazy cult hell-bent on using me to take over the world,” Danny laughed. “You can go on back to the keep and get some rest. I’ll check in tomorrow,” Danny promised.

“I shall be awaiting your orders,” Fright Knight disappeared.

“I swear he does not understand the concept of a day off,” Danny sighed, looking back toward the group.

“You’ve been holding out on us with your answers,” Star crossed her arms.

“No I’ve been keeping my private life private, but it seems when you four are involved that’s impossible to do. You made me be gone so long from summoning that Fright had to interfere,” Danny shook his head, a small smile on his face.

“You still never answered my question.”

“It’s impolite to ask a ghost how they died. I’ll answer, only so you know not to. Take this lesson to heart. Even the nicest ghost will try to bite your head off by asking how they died or what their obsession is. Don’t do it,” Danny glared before finding a spot to sit down, letting the familiar rings take over him.

“I died when I turned on my parent's ghost portal when I was fourteen. Thousands of volts of electricity went through my body while ectoplasm fused with my DNA. It’s what killed me, but it’s also what kept me alive. I remember how I could never wish this kind of pain on someone. No one should have to endure this kind of pain and suddenly I woke up with Sam and Tucker looking at me, worry clear on their faces. My parents rushed me to the hospital and two weeks later I had these strange powers. They keep growing every day,” Danny gave a soft smile as he started to play with the ghost ice, forming it into different shapes, a board looks on his face.

“Yo-You-re phantom,” Dash pointed out, years of regret showing on his face.

“Yep have been for about three years now. Sam and Tucker are going to kill me when they find out. . .well finish killing me that is,” Danny laughed at his own joke while the others were uncomfortable with the dead joke. “Don’t worry about not finding my dead humor funny. Sam and Tucker say I need to work on it,” Danny waved them off standing up and yawning.

“I finally get a day off and it’s ruined with a summoning. Any other questions or can I get out of here?” Danny asked.

“What’s with the ugly ring on your finger?” Paulina asked as Danny looked at the green glowing ring on his hand, taking a deep breath to calm the emotions within him.

“It’s a powerful artifact and symbol within the infinite realms. Maybe one day you’ll learn the full truth. If that’s all I’m gonna head home and get some sleep. Oh yeah one last thing,” Danny said turning around, a big smile on his face as he started to float in the air. The temperature grew cold as Danny glared at each of them with his green eyes. “If you tell anyone about this I will have Fright Knight through you all into your worst nightmare with no hope of escape. Alright, see you Monday!” Danny smiled flying away.

“Well that was pleasant,” Dash snorted, but he couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty.

“It was nice to be proven right, but I can’t help but feel bad. He’s always having trouble with classes, teachers, and even his own parents,” Kwan looked down.

“And we were a part of that,” Dash agreed.

“Stop moping. The only way to not be guilty is to just help Danny!” Paulina said with a smile as the others realized that yes they could help Danny, at least at school. They have so much pull with the teachers. They could help the geek squad in their own way.

“We’ll help them!” They all decided a look of determination on their faces.

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[heyharoldsboo]

If I hear one more convo about that damn video I swear lol!

the day befor the allegations came out, the discussion around this video was about wether jenna and percy were gay. He said in the video right before posing for the pic “im good, shes good, lets see how it goes” but people argued that no he was saying “ im gay, shes gay, thats how it goes”. So literally 24h before the alleagtions people were still arguing if Percy had just outed himself and jenna in front if a random photographer. Very logical! And then after these girls came out and ruined his life its all “he assaulted and groped jenna”. But I thought yesterday you were saying he was gay??

And if he would have been innapropriate towards her why would he post it in his story? I think some of the haters use their brains just for decoration.

I hope Jenna says something soon. I know its unfair to put this on her,but if she really has her friends back then she needs to at least make it clear sonehow that she not uncomfortable around him. Because honestly the hate is coming mostly from her most ardent fans and she needs to teach them a lesson.

Im so tired! I cannot wait for this to be over no matter what happens! I simply cannot wait

No, honestly, I can't stand to talk about this video anymore. Ever since this video came out, someone had something to say about it, and I can't.

I don't think Jenna will say anything. I don't think she should. They'll probably just go back to hanging out and doing their normal stuff. Because her "fans" don't listen to her at all. They shouldn't even be called her fans. They just want to control her and try to make her into something she isn't. This isn't what a fan does.

[junko-en0shima]

hii there!! may i request a match up for HP (Marauders Era) and Stranger Things??

i'm 17, bi, go by she/her pronouns,

i'm 5'7", wear glasses and have a grown out pixie cut. i'm a first born, and an older sister which has made me mature faster than most (or so i've been told) i'm responsible, a go getter, someone who prefers to do shit on her own because ik no one can do it better than me. i need things to go my way else i get supremely uncomfortable. i'm used to standing on my own two feet and would rather cut of an arm before going to someone for help. i'm independent and can't wait to go off to college, although i love my family. i'm the "mom" of my friend group, and just in general. it's up to me in public and private settings to be the responsible mature one, and i don't usually mind it, in fact i love it. but there are times i wish i had someone else who could be the "mature" one so all the repsonsibility wouldnt fall on my shoulders. that's not to say i don't love being the "mom" it warms my heart to know my friends think of me like that, in fact i've known for while i want two kids as well as a successful career and i'm going to make that happen for myself.

although i crave affection, i bolt at the first sight of getting any. i don't know why. i love people endlessly, passionately even, but can't verbalise it to them. i can talk about how much i adore and care for person A to person B, but can never say it to person A. my love language is physical touch, if i'm touchy and clingy it's because that's the best way i can show my affection. i tend to fold into myself when people get too close, and keep my heart under lock and key because i'm scared when i fall in love, the person will leave me at any time, and once they find out who i really am they'll hate me.

personality wise i can be loud, boisterous and bossy, but also a self deprecating anxiety ridden mess. it depends on company and how i feel about myself that day, an ambivert you can say. i love reading and writing, and hope to pursue something in psychology or business while managing creative writing as a hobby on the side. my achilles heel is taylor swift, tvshows and romance in any kind of media

Your match for Harry Potter is... Remus Lupin!

This boy got you hand and foot! Though he was an only child, he's very empathic and understands how it feels to feel so responsabile due being the oldest child because he was like the babysitter of the marauders.

Oh boy, he loves when you act clingy around him because everybody can see you're his girl and nobody else's.

Admires how mature you are and actually can relate to you for that because he thinks most of mature kids are misunderstood (I can relate too, unfortunatly).

Though he teases you about that, he makes sure none, I repeat NONE of his friends, exploit you as the mom of the group ever.

Your match for Stranger Things is... Steve Harrington!

Okay, he's a prince and don't try to change my mind (thought my personal prince is *coff coff* Eddie *coff coff*).

Just like Remus, he admires how mature and indipendent you are and also he thanks God for being not the mom of the group anymore, but the kids have to treat with respect or Steve is gonna kick their little butts.

Most of your dates are based on snuggling in each other's bed at each other's house. Don't worry, big boy has got all your attention cravings!

He swears you are so fucking cute when you get clingy!