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mad4turtles · 1 year
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A possible ROTTMNT prompt. Something something, mystic or magic shenanigans, something something, whoops, the turtle squad is unable to lie until the effects wear off. Surely no problems will arise from this.
Oh come ON you know I can't resist this! And you know what's even worse? Part two is on the way XD There was too much I wanted to add for it to fit in a one-shot, so keep an eye out for that TT_TT
Here we go!
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She can tell something is off the second she steps into the living room.
The boys are squished on the couch, Splinter's chair and the beanbag, arms folded and glaring eyes staring straight ahead. That's nothing new. She's walked in on brotherly spats worse than this, where they'll sit and watch a movie in silence until they eventually sort themselves out.
But nothing is playing, not even music. The Lair is hauntingly quiet. And the boys—
“What's with the duct tape?”
Four heads whirl to face her, their muffled answers intelligible through the silver tape slapped over their mouths.
She stares. God help her.
It's an exhausted but smiling Casey who comes to her rescue with a tray of drinks because he's an actual angel. “The guys got hit by a powerful truth spell while they were shopping in the Hidden City,” he explains, offering her a cup of herbal tea that smells amazing. “They accidentally pissed off a witch, so she cursed them. It'll wear off after seventy-two hours.”
April nearly spits her drink up. “Seventy-two—three days?!” She whirls on the boys. “What the hell did you guys do to get cursed that bad?!”
Leo, Raph and Mikey all glare at Donnie. Said turtle rolls his eyes and painstakingly peels off the tape, leaving a pale mark around his beak. He makes eye contact with April and says in one dead-toned breath: 
“It was a witch from Witch Town who recognized me from the incident two years ago, and we got into a debate about magic to which I, reasonably and correctly, told her that I have finally embraced my mystic heritage and abilities and found a way to seamlessly blend technology and magic despite my earlier hang-ups, to which she, closed-minded bint that she was, told me that I was in gross violation of the 'Old Ways' and a walking, talking sin against everything they believed in over generations of Witch kind, to which I countered—!”
Leo tears off his gag. “He told her to shove her 'Old Ways' up her old ass and stick her old face in an old toilet full of old shit.”
April gapes at Donnie. Casey snorts in surprise and muffles his giggles in the crook of his elbow. Mikey's shoulders shake with repressed laughter, loud even through the tape. Raph looks tired.
“My god,” April groans. “Didn't y'all just get back from being turned into toddlers three weeks ago?”
Mikey abruptly stops laughing and rips off his tape with a yelp. “Yeah, literally in the last one-shot, which turned into a two-shot because y'all couldn't get your crap together fast enough, and I swear to god I love you guys a whole lot, but the author was out for blood, and I was at my limit—!” 
Raph gives in and tears his tape off without wincing. “Michel, what did we say about breaking the fourth wall?”
“He wouldn't have to if it weren't for this stupid freaking spell,” Leo snaps, glaring at Donnie. “And he has every right to be pissed off, given this whole thing is your fault, Donnie!”
Donnie rears back, slapping Leo's pointing finger away. “How, pray tell, is it my fault that witch couldn't handle being wrong?”
“Donnie!”
“What? I finally give in to the mystic powers thing, and I still get put on blast? How is that fair?!” Donnie cries, arms flailing. “Also shouldn't I reserve the right to stand up against bullies or abusive speech because that bitch was out of line, and I am tired, tired I tell you, of being the butt of every joke and having to take it in because people get all uncomfortable and—!”
He slaps the tape back over his beak and sinks into the couch, arms folded tight across his chest. His brothers look at him with wide eyes. Casey shuffles in place and bites his lip, looking at April as if asking for help.
Unlucky for him, April has no answers. Except for maybe one.
“Look, guys,” she says, setting her lukewarm tea on the floor and taking a seat in front of the couch, facing the turtles. Casey joins her and sits cross-legged. “There's no point in muting yourselves because clearly, it ain't workin'. From what it looks like, the spell compels you to talk no matter what you do, so you might as well ride it out and try—emphasis on try—to be civil about it. Who's right and wrong doesn't matter. It's done, so let's deal with it like we always do and push through, okay?”
The boys share a look followed by a chorus of half-hearted agreement. April nods. “Good. Thank you.”
“And hey,” Mikey says, perking up, “maybe this won't be so bad after all! We can all finally have an open, honest and unfiltered conversation about our feelings!”
A cricket chirps in the silence until Leo flicks it off his shoulder.
Mikey sighs and flops back into the beanbag. “Yeah, figured. It kinda sucks being the youngest and the family therapist all time, like I don't got my own hang-ups that nobody listens to 'cause my family is full of emotionally constipated oh frick!”
He shoots to his feet and sprints out of the room. His brothers stare after him with looks that wage war between shock and actual heartbreak.
April drops her face into her free hand and groans. This is gonna be a long three days.
~0o0~
Day One goes about as smoothly as April expects.
Against her better judgment, April decides to stay over until the spell wears off, ready to help Casey and Splinter play referee and peacekeeper for whatever crap storm rolls in on the horizon. With four freshly traumatized teenagers stuck under the same roof (or abandoned subway tunnel) for three days, April wagers it'll be rough.
Still, April has hope. Her boys, at their core, are the kindest and most loving people she's ever had the pleasure to know and have the honour of calling her little brothers. Their love for each other is the stuff of legend; their powers are fuelled by it, and they'd defeated Gods and alien monsters with it. A simple spell should be a cakewalk.
But she forgets that while her boys love each other, they're still boys. Of course they'd abuse the spell for their own gain.
It starts out innocently enough:
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“Hey, Donnie, any idea why the pop-tarts are always kinda soggy and never have any icing?”
“I like the icing off and put them back in the box—son of a—”
“I KNEW IT!”
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“Raphael, how is your eye today?”
“Really freaking itchy since I ran outta those drops you gave me, but I haven't said anything 'cause I thought I'd be totally okay without-- Donnie—!”
“You heathen.”
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“Ayo, who ate the last slice of cake I was saving?!”
“It was Leo! He threatened me with an emotionally heartfelt truth to not tell you despite knowing the terms of the spell would render that promise ineffectual!”
“Donald, you absolute rat bastard—”
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“How are your hands today, Miguel?”
“Mmmph—“
“Take off the duct tape you fatherless waste of flesh and face your demise like a man.”
“OW! That freakin' hurt, man! And for one, we have two fathers, and for two, I said they're fine! I've been doin' the exercises like you said and checked in with Draxum last weekend to take notes on my mystic energy output, which is stable, thanking you very much.”
“... oh. That's—good. Thank you for actually listening to me, Mikey. Your health and overall well-being mean a lot to me, and I appreciate—”
“And I spilt orange juice on your bazooka blueprints on purpose, but I hoped to tell you later that it was an accident because I hate it when you make crazy dangerous weapons we will never use or let you use—Donnie, where did you get that bat--?”
“Batter up bitch it's time to die!”
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“Leo, I swear to Pizza Supreme in the sky if you poke me one more time—”
“What? Whatcha gonna do? Can't do jack, 'cause you can't threaten me, all your threats are lies, Dontron, you ain't got nothin—criss on a cross did you stab me with a knife?!”
“I did not stab you, I poked you in the arm with minimal pressure with the wrong side of my craft knife. And I said it, so it is definitely the truth.”
“Dude, what the hell? I can't believe you actually did that!”
“I can't believe your tits are one polygon.”
“We're turtles! We have no tits!”
(Granted, hearing Leo scream that from across the Lair was hilarious. Donnie probably has it recorded, too.)
Aside from that, the newly dubbed Peace Squad only had to break up one major fight over Raph confessing to Mikey that he did lie about the trash monster that would eat him in his sleep. Dr Delicate Touch is a force to be reconned with.
Thus, Day One ends with only a few bruises and half-glares as the boys turn in early. Raph abuses the spell one last time to muscle Donnie into bed when the soft shell is forced to tell Raph outright that he had no plans to sleep, spending the night in the lab until he can't see straight.
Leo laughs so hard he cries when Raph slam-dunks his twin into bed, killing him instantly.
Splinter collapses into his chair, snoring immediately, and April and Casey retire to the guest room they share on the opposite side of the lair. The pair share a fist bump on a job well done and fall asleep in minutes.
Then Day Two happens.
And really, April should have seen this coming.
~0o0~
You can only take something so far until somebody calls you out for it. And Leo, being Leo, milks the spell for all he can.
It's mostly over silly things, like where Donnie had hidden the videos and photos Mikey took during their week as tots or where Raph keeps his stash of strawberry mochi. Or why Mikey keeps stealing his axe body spray.
In hindsight, April should have nipped it in the bud as soon as she noticed. It really was just fun and games, because that's how Leo copes with stress: make a game out of it, and hopefully, someone laughs. Even if they don't, their focus is on him acting a fool and not their stressful predicament. A spark of genuis April hadn't appreciated until it was nearly too late. 
But still, Leo doesn't know when to stop, and it's Donnie who finally snaps.
And lord, does he snap.
“Dear god, Leon, shut the HELL UP!”
Leo's grin slips right off his face. The room falls into a startled hush, all eyes on the twins as one glares daggers of frustration into the other. Even Splinter looks troubled, golden eyes darting between his middle children from his comfy chair.
The slider raises his hands in mock surrender, trying for a smile. “Hey, take it easy, Dee, I'm just playing around—”
“No, you're being an insufferable prick, and I have had enough!” Donnie stamps his foot, and oh, dammit. The bottle has been shaken hard enough, and the cap's blown off. “It's bad enough that we're stuck under this stupid spell, and sure, I'll take responsibility for that, whatever, but you—Leo, god, you just cannot help yourself, can you? You just have to take advantage of a compelling spell that we cannot break or force down—do you realize how invasive that is?! We're brothers, but sometimes I like keeping my private thoughts private, and not sharing passwords for my super-secret-locked-for-a-reason digital vaults! This isn't funny, Leo, it's a goddamn nightmare, and you're making it worse for the rest of us with your bouts of incorrigible stupidity! Tee-ell-dee-arr: stop being a selfish asshole, and for once, in your goddamn life, just. Be. QUIET!”
Silence. Leo's eyes are wide. Mikey huddles behind Raph, hands over his mouth. Raph's beak twists with pain. Casey shuffles next to Splinter, unsure. April's heart thunders in her ears.
Then Leo scowls.
“Okay,” he says in that tone, and April hisses a curse. “Okay. Y'know what, that's cool, Dee. I get it. I can be an asshole, I'll take that. I've been abusing the spell a bit, I can take that, too. But, and I'm just putting this out there, you may recall how you've been doing the exact same thing to us. Badgering Mikey and Raph about their injuries, forcing me to own up about my nightmares last night—you don't think that maybe, just maybe, there's a reason I don't like talking about that shit? Maybe I wanna keep that information to myself until I'm ready to talk about it with you on my own terms? Don't put me on blast for being a dick if you're pulling the same moves!”
“Correction one,” Donnie holds up a finger and steps forward, eyes blazing. “I ask Mikey and Raph because I worry about them, and I know they'll keep it from me until it becomes too much to handle, and it goes from a mild annoyance that's treatable to a medical emergency that puts them in the medbay! Correction two,” He holds up another finger, “I asked you about your nightmares because they're hurting you now in more ways than just mentally or emotionally and I'm trying to help you, you selfish, prideful—!”
“Selfish?!” Leo stomps the last few inches and butts his forehead against Donnie's, ignoring Raph and Mikey's pleas to stop. “Did you—did you seriously just call me selfish?! Sure I was an asshole at first, but everything I did that day and every day since is for you guys! Everything I've ever done has been for this family! How freaking dare you—!”
“You are selfish! Throwing yourself into danger, risking your life without thinking of the consequences or the people you're hurting when you leave them behind—!”
“Guys, please stop!” Mikey cries, eyes shining, hands trembling. “Just—it's been a long two days, I get it, but yelling at each other in this state is only gonna—”
“Butt out, Mikey,” Leo bites without looking away from Donnie. “No one asked you to play family therapist. Give it a freaking rest.”
Mikey flinches. The tears spill over.
“Leo!” April gasps several beats too late. Splinter's fur bristles as he hops out of his chair and approaches Mikey just as Casey puts his arms around his shaking shoulders.
“Leonardo,” Raph hisses, stomping over to the twins and breaking them apart. “Knock it off. Both of you. You're mad, everybody's mad and tired, I get it. But don't you dare take it out on Mikey. He's just trying to help—”
“Well, no one asked him to!” Leo throws his hands up. “Just like no one asked you to jump in and try to parent us like we're still little kids! We get it, you have Older Sister Syndrome and our Dad was barely around, which sprouted a whole can of worms called 'issues' that we pretend don't exist. Pick a different character trait and move on!”
Raph rears back as if Leo had hit him. Splinter freezes, guilt and heartbreak flashing in his eyes for a moment before he shuts them and squeezes Mikey's hand instead.
“What the actual shit, Nardo?!” Donnie cries, shoving Leo in the chest hard enough that the slider staggers back several feet. “What, now that someone's finally calling you out, you retaliate like a sore loser with verbal attacks?! Are we witnessing Leo's Lowest right now? Freaking wow, bravo, peak leadership right here, folks—”
“Shut up with the leader thing!” Leo hisses back, hands fluttering by his sides, claws peeking. “I never wanted to be the leader, I never asked for that responsibility the same way Raph didn't ask to be our second parent for the first few years of our lives! And, I'm sorry, 'verbal attacks?' Like your screw-up with the Witch isn't the whole reason we're even in this mess?! If you're supposed to be the 'smartest' I'd hate to see what dumb looks like you narcissistic, eggheaded weirdo!”
Donnie nearly knocks April over when he lunges at Leo with a scream, taking them both to the ground. It's a mess of brutal punches, kicks, bites, hissing, Raph shouting, Mikey crying and Splinter trying to pry the turtles off each other. April can't get close enough to help, and turtle bites are lethal enough on their own.
“At least I'm not tearing my brothers down or acting like a baby,” Donnie spits, grappling with Leo pinned underneath him. “Or hiding things from my family after I threw myself into a prison dimension with a monster and didn't think about how everyone might feel about that—!”
Leo knees Donnie in the gut, yanking on his mask tails as he rolls them over, pinning Donnie to the floor with his forearm across his chest, eyes wild, livid and bright with hurt. “At least I'm man enough to admit my faults, unlike my beloved twin who has to turn everything into a drama to prove he's the smartest—!”
“—and for the last freaking time, you are NOT MY TWIN! We cannot be twins, it is biologically impossible, we are different species, GET THAT THROUGH YOUR DUM-DUM HEAD—!”
“FINE! If you hate being my brother so bad, maybe you really would be better off if I'd died in the—!”
April doesn't think. Her mind goes white, and she leaps forward and slaps Leo across the face.
Leo careens off Donnie, who has gone stiff, eyes blown wide. The Lair goes deathly quiet for the third time, and April, chest heaving and eyes stinging, can't tell if because of what she did—why did I do that, god, I hit him, I hit my little brother—or what Leo dared to say.
April looks at her hand, sore and red from the blow. She looks up at Raph, Mikey and Casey, staring between her and the twins in raw shock and, in Mikey's case, horror. She looks at Splinter, carefully helping Donnie to sit up with clawed hands that shake. She looks at Leo, slumped on the floor, cupping his swelling cheek, staring at her with wet eyes. His nose is bleeding.
Oh god.
“Leo,” April breaks the silence, her words choked, a hand reaching out for the slider. He flinches, and she yanks her hand back to her chest. Her eyes sting, lips trembling. “I'm—I'm so sorry, I didn't mean—I'm, I'm so sorry—”
April sees the moment Leo shuts down. He sniffs, wiping the blood off his nose with his arm, and stumbles to his feet. He shrugs off Raph and Casey's supporting hands and doesn't look at any of them as he stalks away.
“Leonardo, where are you going?” Splinter calls. April's already broken heart lurches when, in a flash of blue, Leo summons his swords.
“Away,” Leo bites out. His shell is facing them, but April can hear the tears in his voice. “Best of luck with being the only middle kid, Donatello. I'm outta here.”
“No, no wait—!”
“Leo, please stop—!”
“My son, don't—!”
“Sensei, no—!”
Another flash of brilliant blue and Leo is gone.
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waystobuild-blog · 4 years
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Top 7 CN Shows That Would Work Better in Live Action than PPG
So I think everybody’s talked about why CW Powerpuff Girls doesn’t work, whether or not it’s a real thing or not? Who even knows. But while thinking about how this:
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is kinda awful for Powerpuff Girls, I got thinking what shows that this style of a reboot would work for. In which it’s live action, the character is depressed and has sort of resentment towards their childhood now and that sort of thing. 
So what are the top 7 shows that I think this
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Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends
At Number 7 we have Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends. Seems fitting that we’d start the list with another one of Craig McCracken’s biggest hits. Why do I think the premise of “Oh, life sucks now and I kinda wasted my childhood” would work for Foster’s? For the plain and simple fact that for a few episodes of the show, there was a focus on Mac growing up and whether or not he should leave his friends at Foster’s behind him. You could play a lot with that concept combined with the live action reboot thing. Maybe an older version of the character is dealing with whether or not to let go of both Bloo and the past and move on with his life. Frankie being a young adult during the time of the original show could also be a pretty instrumental character since it was a matter of living there, caring for the friends, having that job and balancing this life with the life that she had outside of the house.
Not quite a coming of age story but a sort of “Hey, my life has gone nowhere and where could I go with this now? Do I keep the friends I loved and cherished as a child or move onto other things? Is there a way to do both?”
Only thing I wouldn’t want though is CGI monstrosity friends. Those would be kinda the worst…
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Okay, let’s actually talk about a real superhero show this time around. Or would this count as a superhero show? Well, they certainly do a lot of cool time travelling so I’m gonna say it’s a superhero show. Of course, I mean Time Squad.
Now if you haven’t guessed, I don’t have the most experience with this show but I know enough to think that this is something that could actually work well. I mean, Otto was a kid who was basically running around all over history protecting the balance of time with a stuck up robot and a dude who is a little too into all of this. Imagine if he just sorta did this for all of his childhood and realizing as a young adult that “Crap, I didn’t really have a childhood.” With the dynamic of the squad, the potential to expand the greater organization as a whole and just all the time travel shenanigans that could happen, I don’t see a reason not to do it.
Plus, CW already has Legends of Tomorrow and that’s awesome so even less likely to screw it up if they’ve already got a model to do it off of right?
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The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack
Yo ho ho, it is a sailor’s life for me. And in this sailor’s life we’re coming in with Number 5: The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack. Now this is a bit of an odd choice, right? But hear me out.
Flapjack as a child kinda had only Bubbie and K’nuckles as guides for his life. While they mostly spent their lives at Stormalong Harbor, they also constantly spent their lives looking for Candied Island. What if they never stopped looking and eventually, little kid Flapjack is a grown up now and he’s like “Oh wow. I wanted adventure but I was kinda manipulated to follow this creepy old man’s dreams of candy.” I think going heavy and hard on this sort of found family between them would be kinda fun. How K’nuckles wasn’t the best role model and how they’ve still only got each other in this world, that sort of thing.
Plus, a live action Stormalong would be sooooooo cool.
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Ben 10
As the old saying goes, it started when an alien device did what it did, stuck itself upon his wrist with secrets that it hid, now he’s got superpowers he’s no ordinary kid, it’s Ben 10.
And unfortunately in CW’s Ben 10, he’s not a kid who just wants to have fun. Nah, he’s got a lot of emotional stuff to deal with and all of that depressing stuff. Isn’t it great? Now I do think that this could work especially if you work it in where maybe Ben enlisted into the plumbers after his summer vacation and it just kinda escalated from there to the point where here he is now.
Say what you will, but at least with Ben 10, we’ve seen it hit a more grounded and emotional place with Ben 10 Alien Force and Ultimate Alien so I don’t believe that this would be too far of a stretch with how that show worked and a lot of people happened to really like those iterations of the show.
Granted, I actually do want a CW styled Ben 10, but less edgy Arrow style and more along the lines of The Flash, but I’d still take this too.
And now before we get into the top 3, let’s get into a few honorable mentions.
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First up, we’ve got Steven Universe. Now honestly, this could work really well, the only issue with that is that we’ve kinda already seen this story told and that was with Steven Universe Future. Good stuff and a lot of potential, but we’ve seen it and I don’t think we need to see it again with a live action coat of paint.
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Next up there’s Codename Kids Next Door. Honestly, I think the only real spinoff we need for Kids Next Door is Galactic. That’s it. Anything else is unnecessary. Still, with this sort of concept an older KND who has been decommissioned and feels like there’s something missing in their lives that they just don’t understand would be really cool. Although maybe that would work as like a movie or special or somethin’ I don’t know.
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And finally for the last of the honorable mentions we’ve got Teen Titans. While I am trying to keep this list to CN Originals, I couldn’t help but bring this one up. How Long is Forever is one of my all-time favorite episodes of the 2003 series so I think seeing a series taking place in that timeline or something similar would be a lot of fun maybe for like a miniseries or something. And honestly, anything’s better than Titans.
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With those three out of the way, back to the list.
Number 3: 
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The Life and Times of Juniper Lee
In a world full of monsters and demons, June is the only one who sees them. This is the Life and Times of Juniper Lee and it makes number three on my list.
Now, like Time Squad, I didn’t watch much of this show. But what I do know about this show is that June is cool and she’s got this whole legacy and destiny by being the newest Te Xaun Ze, which are basically the magical protectors of her town. Only problem, and why I think that this direction for this show would actually be kinda cool, is the whole thing that the Te Xaun Ze is never allowed to leave the town at any point in their lives and oh boy, you could actually go really hard on that with this format since it’s literally built into the show.
Juniper Lee all grown up and just straight up depressed because she’s got the cool powers and grabs all the monsters but everyone around her has moved on in their lives. Friends have gone off to college and started all their lives and she’s got nothing but her family in Orchid Bay. You’d have a story of someone who once was big on their destiny who has accepted it but wishes that it wasn’t theirs anymore. I do know the show dealt with this a bit but with a new continuity and an older version of the character you really could just go in and deep on this.
I stand by that this would actually be pretty cool and kinda want it. Honestly, I like this idea so much that I wasn’t sure whether to put this in the number three or the number two spot, but y’know what? The next show told me a little secret that gave it the edge.
Number 2: 
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The Secret Saturdays
That’s right, it’s the Secret Saturdays. 
Zak Saturday went all around the world with his parents discovering ancient cryptids, protecting the world and everything. He got some cool siblings in Fiskerton, Komodo and Zon. And then to add on top of that that he’s also the reincarnation of an ancient cryptid set to rule and control all the cryptids in the world? Yeah, that’ll do it. Definitely not the type of life he asked for and kid went through a lot because of it especially after losing those powers and apparently getting them back if we’re to count the Omniverse crossover TGIS to be canon.
But having parents like Zak’s, everything with the community of Secret Scientists and not really having many friends his own age or well, his own species will do that.
Exploring Zak and maybe Argost coming back for powers he might not want anymore and learning to embrace his destiny while also trying to patch up the Saturday family would be awesome.
Number 1:
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Dexter’s Laboratory
Now while I know we already have a live action Dexter and it was an incredible hit, I- Wait, not the same show.
Ahem, Dexter’s Laboratory makes the top of this list. Partially because of it being PPG’s sister series but also partially because of the whole thing of there’s a lot you could do with Dexter’s character in terms of depression. If someone with such a high intellect were to somehow lose it all or just in some way, never really got forward in life, that would do it. Dexter could be a type of character that’s too stuck inside his own head in order to move forward. Alternatively, maybe Dexter is highly successful but has found there’s something missing in life or something. I dunno.
But whichever way you decide to go with Dexter’s character, you could have Dee Dee be pretty much the opposite of that. Maybe she’s found herself a place in life that she’s content with and Dex doesn’t understand why but wants it. I think going deep on this sort of emotional aspect of his life while also having all sorts of fun crazy science stuff would be a good watch.
All in all, gimme a Dexter’s lab show but we gotta make sure he keeps some form of an accent. No accent is a dealbreaker.
Although, I think that at the end of the day, animation should really just stay animated and that we don’t need to go live action for anything. All of these ideas I’ve presented, I’d of course rather prefer as cartoons with a more balanced tone more than anything but I figured with the announcement of a PPG show, this would be a silly but fun idea to talk about rather than ranting about it like most have. Granted, I’ve got some rants of my own since I still think it’s a bad idea. Haha. But you know how it goes.
At any rate those are all the shows I think would make better CW PPG style reboots than CW PPG. When it comes to the edginess and potential for drama, I feel these shows fit the bill better than the innocent, buttkicking action that was the Powerpuff Girls.
But what do you all think? Do you have any shows in mind that I haven’t mentioned? Do you think I’ve opened Pandora’s Box and given The CW more awful ideas? 
Now, this was originally a YouTube video so you can probably see that in the way that this post, especially the ending was written, but I just still don’t really have the energy to edit stuff so have this post instead. It’s something I really wanted to discuss and just decided, hey, why not make it a Tumblr post?
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allysartstuff · 4 years
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Please do not repost or claim as your own, thank you. - Sooooooo, I may or may not have retconned a few things in the Upsy Daisy verse. And when I say I may have, I mean I defiantly have. Surprise! Opal is now the daughter of Fleur de Lis and Rarity!
When a young Fleur de Lis gained her cutie mark, she was disappointed and confused. Surely there was more to life than just teaching her native language of Prench (pony version of French)? When she was old enough, she left for Canterlot and worked her way into being one of Queen Celestia's top secret agents. She was a master in combat, stealth and had no trouble with disguises. I mean, who would think a simpering yet stunningly beautiful unicorn would be capable of kicking someone's teeth in? Fleur just so happened to be in the right place at the right time when she met Fancy Pants. She saved his life from muggers in a dark alleyway and, after taking him in for the night to tend to any injuries, he asked her to become her bodyguard. Fleur, charmed by this dumb but handsome fellow, agrees. After saving his life a few more times, the two fall in love and eventually marry. But it wasn't as perfect as it seemed. Fancy had asked Fleur to retire when they married, which she did. She couldn't have predicted that she would be forced to become the perfect trophy wife, be quiet, obedient, keep your body slim and porcelain, hide your scars, smile. Fleur endured it because she loved him but eventually after one to many poses or one to many flawless, fancy, boring parties something inside of her snapped. She had saved his life countless time, loved him, did everything for him and this was the reward? They soon divorced, Fleur moving to a humble small town and now more than content to give private Prench lessons for hire. Later on, Rarity and Fancy Pants reconnect, fall in love, get married and proceeded to have two sons together, Chuck Lindsneigh and Ace Dandy. However, Rarity was really not okay with how Fancy was trying to mould their children into perfect little elites and forcing them to grow up way too fast. They had many arguments about how to raise their children and that, amongst other problems the couple where having, ultimately made Rarity realise that she no longer loved him and asked for a divorce. Rarity moved back to Ponyville and gained custody of the kids with Fancy visiting every weekend. Or, at least, he was supposed to. Fancy was both bitter and genuinely upset over the divorce and didn't visit for a long time. Chuck was perfectly happy with this, he wanted nothing to do with his father after being forced to parade around like some dolled up pet. Ace, being only seven, was very upset at the changes and blamed himself for the divorce, despite Rarity's reassurance that it wasn't. Despite the transition and all the upset, Rarity simply hoped that her sons would live more like children and that they would heal and work together to grow overtime in an environment she proudly called home. She didn't expect to run into Fleur in the Ponyville Park, whom she found entertaining her son in proper fighting techniques against the other kids. She didn't expect Fleur to be so understanding of her situation and invite her over for tea to talk about it. She didn't expect to spend more and more time at her place, swapping stories of their times with Fancy and discussing what they heard through the grapevine. She didn't expect Fleur to connect so well with her children or anticipate Chuck practically beg her to invite her over for dinner. She didn't expect to realise she had fallen so head over heels in love with her when she starting looking forward to their little tea and natter sessions. And she certainly didn't expect to marry her freaking own ex-husband's first ex wife! Opal, instead of being Fancy's child, is now the result of Twilight's IVF spell (in which the combined love of two ponies of the same gender plus added sperm donation/surrogate mother make a baby. In this case, they picked a random donor and Fleur carried their baby.) Hence, slight redesign! As of now, the family are a tad happier (there's still issues with the boys, ho boy) and Chuck and Ace both love their dear sweet ass-kicking 'Maman' and their rock obsessed lil' sis. Fancy is still a part of their lives, once he finally realised he wanted to see his sons more than sulk about his failed marriages. Chuck still avoids him but Ace has built a better relationship with Fancy over the years. He isn't close with Opal but they are perfectly civil with each other and they prefer it that way. He is still understandably awkward around Rarity and Fleur but no longer holds any hard feeling towards them. - I took inspiration for Fleur's backstory from this comic. Related art (some of it retconned) Chuck Lindsneigh Ace Dandy Opal Aspiring Sweet and Elite Opal (c) Me Rarity, Fleur de Lis and My Little Pony (c) Hasbro
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kiss-the-boy · 5 years
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REASON FOR LARRY TO BE CLOSETED
Anti-Larry asks why Harry and Louis need to hide their relationship. They say things such as “it's 2019, no one will care if they are gay” or “If they were gay their management would accept it to appeal to a larger audience” but it isn't that simple. There is a lot of gray areas that would change how they look and approach things.
((I will try to categorize it to make it easier to help show how things would be affected by it))
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BAND/BUSINESS/MANAGEMENT POV
*They wouldn't be allowed to be played, listened to, or hold concerts in certain countries who are homophobic ((an example of homosexuality being rejected by certain countries is the live-action Beauty and the Beast))
*This would drop their sales and yeah HL may not care about money but the people they are signed to sure do sooooooo
*Them being known as the GAY boys would lose how they appeal to their fans. Their management uses the boys to sexually appeal to females and men. They are first seen to fans as regular dudes but a bit of edge. Like Harry is seen as they long-haired bad boy who gets with anyone. ((which is farther from the truth))
*This will also cause a decrease in fans who only follow and support them to think that they could get with them. And yeah getting rid of the fake fans would be beneficial to the fandom but not to management who sees fake fans as a way to earn more money to get One Direction to be even more famous to get even more money. 
*Homophobic parents and children would stop listening to One Direction thinking that every song that Harry and Louis make together or sing together would be filled with ways to manipulate their fans to turn gay. This would also cause money loss and even less support to the band. 
*Now they are solo but remember that they are still under Columbian records and Syco which are very big and money-hungry companies. AAAANNNDDD they do still plan to come back together as a band so they wouldn't want to start over again with not as many fans as they used to have. They would want to keep business opportunities open. 
*SYCO and Columbian Records also don't want their businesses to get a bad rep for hiding a gay couple in a WORLDWIDE famous boy band. If that were to happen many celebrities such as Will Smith, BTS, Beyonce. and way more would be affected because the company will then forever be associated with forced closeting and only caring about profit than their celebrities. This would cause other companies to not want to associate with them or their celebrities which would cause great money lose to both SYCO and Columbian Records. 
*Them being the MAIN reason for the company to lose a lot of business would cause a lot of celebrities to feel bitter towards them cause it gets in the way of their jobs which are their only main source of income. 
 LIAM AND NIALL ((AND ZAYN))
*Causing the companies that ALL the bandmates are signed to fall into possible bankruptcy will also cause all of them to have money and job issues. 
*Harry and Louis love the rest of the boys and would feel like their careers/ dreams would be ruined if so many fans and job opportunities would leave/stop and they couldn't play in as many places as they used to.
*The boys would be seen as liars and manipulators by hiding such a big secret from their fans and the public ((i will later get to how this would affect HL)) and a lot of fans who see them as trustworthy people would start to question if they should believe anything they say and may lose a lot of fans by it. 
*A small but slight issue compared to everything else that would be affected is that everything Liam, Niall, and Zayn do would then be associated with Larry and possibly close to every interview would have at least one question about the two and what they thought. 
HARRY AND LOUIS
*They would be seen as liars and manipulators to their fans. They have denied Larry so much and to fans who didn't believe in Larry to find out that someone they trusted and loved had been telling lies for years would cause a lot of hate on their part. 
*Harry and Louis are private people and we know this but if they do reveal that Larry is real then we are ALL gonna want to know WHEN, WHERE, WHY AND HOW. And that is perfectly natural to want to know BUT  they most likely just want to keep a lot to themselves to make things more special cause it is just theirs. Harry is a hopeless romantic he most likely finds the things he does with his significant other personal and private so he can appreciate it more.
*They would have to deal with a bucket of hate from homophobic people and fake fans who would stop stanning them when they stopped being “100% straight” all day every day” 
*Louis hates articles who don't look up information and just bash on the boys and when/ if they come out, there would be tons of articles like that.
*Louis and Harry love their jobs and want to keep making music as long as they can so if the were to come out their careers from then on would be associated with one another even when it has no reason to. ((honestly no diffrent from now  sooooo not a real valid reason but still putting it down))
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I am going to keep adding onto my thoughts about this subject on different post. 
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Writer’s Note: This will be my first published fanfic series with redeemed Erik “Killmonger” Stevens. This is taking place before the birth of Serenity and how he meets her mother who was the reader in Easter but now is a Black OC. Not quite sure how many chapters this will be. Please enjoy and read this chapter while listening to Tadow by Masego. Please enjoy and I will love to hear some feedback or suggestions.
Warning: This will contain that, some race issues, fluff, alcohol, and sexual tension. Definitely a slow burn and much more.
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ONE
       It was an easy Friday when Erik as a Teachers Assistant. He was off finally for Spring Break and decided to make it to his favorite smooth jazz/poet slam club called SMOOTH in Downtown LA. He went by his studio apartment to shower and change. He threw on dark blue jeans, a black turtleneck sweater and black Timberland boots he got custom made from his old friend in Oakland. He put some Jamaican Castor oil on his braided dreads to protect against the cold weather; grabbed his jacket and was on the way. He parked his car in the lot, gave dap to the bouncer and made his way to his usual spot in the corner. A light skin waitress with a long red lace front wig made his way with a cup of whiskey on rocks and greeted him; she made her back to the bar. He sipped and tasted the nut, fruit and floral smoothness and watched the talent on stage. The band was playing a smooth jazz beat in the background as the burnt umber tone male made his way to the mic.
“Hello, everyone. Welcome to SMOOTH Friday Nights to ease the tension of the hard work week. Next up with the poetic flow of Erykah Badu, the skin of a rich coffee and the heart of a true queen. Please give it up to our sweet, black sista, Maya Symoné.” The crowd all snapped applauding her as she made her way. She wore a long, black body con dress with deep slits on both sides starting from the top of her thigh down. Her hair was neatly tucked underneath her African tribal head wrap, baby hairs and edges resembled the curves of the Pacific Ocean. She dressed her feet in a pair of combat boot heels that had golden lace hoops and black laces. Her skin looked like it glittered and golden under the yellow spotlight. Her ringed fingered hands touched the microphone and her glorious face became clearer. Her brows were thick but clean shaped. Her lips had a beautiful, deep Cupid’s bow and full covered in ruby lipstick. Her deep almond eyes were blessed with long thick lashes. Her round button nose had a beauty mark placed under on the right side of her nose; Erik was stunned especially by her voice.
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“Good evening, everyone. Thank you for joining us tonight. If you are new here, let me formally introduce myself. I am Maya Symoné. I am a free stylist but my style is more of a rant of some sort. Sometimes I’ll rhyme and others I may not so bear with me. For the ones, who know of me, also knows of my Instagram and YouTube channel where I basically talk to my lovely family also known as my subscribes about things I go through on a day to day basis.” She sipped the tea on her stool and held the mic taking a deep breath closing her eyes making the crowd laugh.
“I had a follower by the user name beth”. She looked side to side at the crowd as they grunted and understood where this was going. “Beth something or other commented under a post I photographed with a beautiful, sensual black couple with fros and the caption read ‘nothing is more real than BLACK love’. She commented and I quote ‘WHY are you sooooooo obsessed with black on black love? WHY don’t you try a different race? WHY does it have to ALWAYS be about black love and pride? WHY is being with a black man so great?’“ She stopped and placed her hands on her curvy frame and popped her tongue pretending to think. She placed her hands and said “why” as the yellow dim light turned red and everyone snapped waiting to her words. “Why does my love for my brothas threaten them so fucking bad? WE should be asking opposite races why them dating our men is such a fad. Y’ see, there is nothing wrong with loving who you love. But somehow, someway my love for a strong, black, independent king is a sin BUT all I gotta say it ain’t nothing like black men.  I honestly can’t see myself with the opposite race. I can’t see myself with some who have not been here, right here in my place. Why? Why? Because how will I show my future chocolate covered baby girl, my angel, my image how it feels to be loved by the black man. When I see a black father with his daughter, it is the most beautiful thing I witness. The love, the strength, the example of how that little girl’s future king should treat her when the time arrives. Without black fathers, our little queens may meet their demise. How will I teach my sons how to be strong black kings? Because ladies, we can only do so much for our future warriors, correct? Because without our men, our baby boys won’t know what the future of a  black male brings.” 
  They agreed and she continued. “Why would I want to bed with the opposite race? I would not and Ima tell ya why. Because have you ever felt so much love, protection, intimacy during intercourse with other than a black man? Nope. Our men and women, know how to love one another. The way a man, a black man makes you feel can make ya whole day. That little touch, that caress he does can make a black woman smile for hours. It has happened...trust me. WHY would I want to be with someone....” She stopped and wiped a tear off her cheek with people encouraging her to keep pushing; Erik noticed from afar. “Why would I want to be with someone WHO does not get my anger when my people are being slaughtered for sport? Who does not get my anger, frustration or how I feel about losing apart of me. Who has never been through the struggle of being Black in America? I tell you why. Because nothing is more real than having your lover, your friend, your everything gets you because they are you in every aspect. Because nothing is more real than BLACK love...that’s why. Thank you.” Everyone cheered and the red light turned black to her not on stage anymore. 
     Erik sat there taken back, letting every word marinate in his mind. The way Maya spoke to his soul got him by surprise. He looked throughout the crowd to see her sitting by her self sipping her drink which looked like what he was drinking. The waitress came by his table to drop off another drink but before she left, he whispered something in her ear. Maya looked up to the stage playing and felt a presence too familiar. “Hey, girl. Here is another drink, from a secret admirer” pointing towards Erik and, with that, she walked away. Maya met eyes with him and nodded her head looking towards the stage, he smirked as she sipped from his offering.
    Erik sat there leaning on his folded forearms. Watching her until he saw a tall, fair skin man sit next to her and kiss her cheek. He felt defeated in watching so he sipped from his second drink and looked to the stage. In peripheral, he noticed her stealing glances from him. She turned to her friend and spoke in his ear, giggling and she pointed towards his table subtly. Her friend looked up to Erik, who pretended he didn’t notice and got up fixing his leather coat. He stood on Erik’s left and asked in his deep voice “may I sit, brotha?” Erik nodded and he sat. “I see you bought Maya a drink.”
“Look, I ain’t mean-” The friend interrupted him and said “no, no man. I am not mad. I am used to brothas doing that” as he chuckled and grabbed the cigar from his pocket with a lighter. He lit it and blew the air out to the other direction. “Maya has swarms of negroes coming to her. Trying to get into her panties and shit. Makes me sick that she goes through that what is more important is what makes you different?” Erik looked to him finally and stated the obvious. “Unlike them, I ain’t tryna to do anything,  aight? My folks raised me better than that. She seems like a woman who ain’t with the bull shit and that’s why them muthafuckas didn’t stand a chance. I just bought her a drink to show that her performance was spot on and to the point, nothing more.”
“Well, that is a huge relief. Thought you would be the type of man who just wants to hit it and quit it.” He turned and saw her to his right, with a smile and her hands behind her back. He said, “Hello, Miss Maya.” She returned a grin and a “hello there” before looking to her friend. “Tay, ya man is here. He is waiting for you at our table. I’ll stay here and keep this young brotha company.” Tay stood and said his goodbyes and she replaced him in the seat, leaning her round face on her hands. “Thank you for my drink. I appreciate it.” He smirked while saying “don’t mention it. After what you all told us, you needed one.” She gave a silent giggle and kept her eyes on his. “Tell me about it. What is your name by the way?”
“Erik Stevens. Nice to meet you, Miss.” He shooked her hand and took note of how soft her skin was. “Well, Mr. Erik. What do you do?” He sat back with his hands on his thighs. “I’m a TA at an elementary school in downtown.” Maya’s lips parted. “Really? Why not teach?” He shook his head then replied. “Not yet. Still training. I just like helping little kids stay woke, love watching their minds work.” Maya leaned back in her chair with a little raise in the corner of her mouth. “Well, by the look of your arms through that sweater, you are not built for it”; his deep chuckle filled the air between them and made her smile. “What were you doing before,” she asked him as she got closer. His smile slowly disappeared. “I’m an ex-Navy veteran. Served since I was 21, left when I was 29.” 
“Ah, that makes more sense”, she stated with narrowed eyes and a raised brow. “It’s actually funny. My father is retired from the US Army. Served ever since before I was born.” She brought her glass to her lips that the waitress bought her. Erik observed her and the way her skin glowed, so beautiful so radiant, as he heard smooth jazz in the background. “Maya, would you like to dance?” Maya grinned with her lips and nodded as he stood to pull out her chair and she led him to the dance floor. He watched the way her hips swayed side to side. She spun her body to face him and he placed his hands on her hips while she put her on his broad shoulders. They danced side to side, looking at one another in the eyes. He asked “so, I was wondering how you would feel about going out to eat? Y’know to get to know each other.” 
     She sized him up then said, “let me see if you can keep up”. She stretched her arm out and he spun her in a circle to the beat. Her back was pressed against his back and their hips were moving together as one. She lied her head on his shoulder and his hand slowly went up to caress her neck with the tips of his fingers. Maya smiled at his touch and wrapped his left arm around her waist. He took whiff her scent and was instantly enticed. She lifted her right arm to place around his neck and let her hand caress the back of his neck. His fingers caressed the back of her hand once she turned to face him. “Ya pretty damn smooth”, Miss Maya said. He chuckled and said, “guess I’m just blessed with.” She giggled as she got closer to his body, looking up into his eyes. Those eyes, her eyes made his knees weak, his heart smile and a grin appeared from across his face. He held her left hand in his right with his other hand on the small of her back, pulling her in. They danced the whole night but, unfortunately, it was time to go. They stood outside as she waited for her uber. 
“Sure, you don’t want me to drive you home”, Erik asked with his hands locked behind his back. “Yes, thank you though Mr. Stevens.” He looked at her then asked “so, was I smooth enough to get ya number or nah?” She gave half a smirk and started to walk away to her uber. Leaving him confused. “I'm guessing you haven’t checked ya pockets yet, brotha,” she said over her shoulder. He dug in his pocket to find a napkin with a kiss mark and her name along with ten numbers. “How did you”-
She interrupted and said, “you’re not the only smooth one” with a wink and finally leaving. He placed the number back inside and made his way to his car, with a smirk of his own.
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mf-despair-queen · 6 years
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Where Have You Been All My Life? - Part 1 - Dad!Stiles Stilinski
Author: @mf-despair-queen
Pairing: Dad!Stiles Stilinski/Reader AU
Word Count: 9,945
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral (Both Receiving), Public Oral, Edging, Orgasm Denial (kind of?) 
Notes: Part 1 of 2 for Dad!Stiles. Because I legit am sitting at a total of 17.5K and have more to write. Sooooooo you get two parts. If you know the movie Bad Moms, that is the inspiration for this. So, it might have like... hints of cheating but they are getting divorced. So, I think we good?
@thelittlestkitsune and @savage-stilinski are the best and kept me company while I wrote. And they proofread while they went for me. Because I make lots of mistakes! 
Part 2
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You sat at the kitchen bar, the mug of coffee in the yours spewing wisps of steam from the brown liquid. Your eyes stared into the contents, watching the ripples from the small movements. Your fingers ran along the ceramic, unable to focus on any one particular thing.
All you could remember were the events of the night before.
“You’re serious right now?” you growled at the man following your every step, your voice low to keep from waking your daughter.
“I don’t see the big issue,” he claimed, fixing the band on his sweatpants. “Masturbation is a very healthy thing for guys. And it’s not like you haven’t seen me masturbate before!”
“Yeah, but not to some chick named Cheryl on the internet!” You seethed, placing the laundry basket on the floor of your shared bedroom.
“It’s really not that big a deal, honey,” he groaned, ruffling his hair.
You sighed, picking up a few pieces of loose clothing from the floor before turning to him. “How long?”
He made a face, his nose scrunching as he attempted to stutter out words. “Well, you know… just. It’s not that big a deal. Like, seriously. Just… time is very subjective you know. It hasn’t been that long.”
“The truth please.”
“A little over four months.” Your mouth fell open at the revelation that this had gone unseen under your nose for so long. All those nights that your husband disappeared into his office, he had been online with this chick some two thousand miles away.
“Four months?”
“Yes, but I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong, honey. I’m just masturbating with her. I haven’t touched her or anything. How could this be cheating? It’s just like porn!”
You threw the clothes in your hand in the basket, massaging your temples. “Maybe because you are going behind my back to masturbate with some woman personally? It’s not like porn because you are interacting with this same chick multiple times. You have been seeing her behind my back, not just watching videos of her.” You pursed your lips, tongue darting out to wet them. “Do you have feelings for her?”
“Well, you know, honey. It’s hard not to develop some feelings when masturbating together for so long.”
“Just answer the question!” You hollered, biting your lip immediately after.
The man sighed, nodding slowly. “Yes, I do. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings for you too, honey. How could I live without you or your lasagna?”
A palpable silence formed between you, the air so thick that it could be cut with a knife. If someone dropped a pin across town, you would probably hear it. The man before you opened his mouth to say more, but you cut him off. “Get out.”
His brow furrowed at your words. “What?”
“I said get out of my house.”
“You can’t just kick me out of my house like that, Y/N. That isn’t fair. I’ve done nothing wrong! You can’t kick me out because I was masturbating with some awesome chick online because you’re the cause of this! We haven’t had sex in how long? Or giving me a blowjob even?”
“Three years, and for good reason obviously. You’re a fucking asshole. Maybe I would be more willing to be intimate if you tried. I do everything around here and do I ever get something in return? Nope. I think not,” you told him, throwing a shirt at his head. “And I can kick you out. The house is in my name. So, it’s technically mine.”
“You’re seriously doing this right now?” He grumbled, sliding the shirt on his head. “Can’t we just fuck and make up?”
“Oh my God. Just please, get out, Joe.”
Your husband rolled his eyes, mumbling under his breath, “So unfair,” before he left, slamming the door on the way out. You peeked out the window to watch his car back from the driveway, tires screeching as he barreled down the street. The second he rounded the corner at the end of the road, your body collapsed, tears dripping from your eyes, landing on the carpet beneath you.
“How did it come to this?” You asked yourself, finally lifting the mug to your lips, taking a long sip. The beverage had gone luke warm as you had lost yourself in your thoughts, the liquid rushing down your throat doing anything but warm your soul. You left out another sigh, refusing to cry more.
“Morning, mommy,” you daughter, Julia, greeted with a yawn, stumbling into the kitchen dressed and ready for school. She rubbed at her tired eyes, her glasses pushed up onto her forehead.
“Morning, sweetheart,” you hummed, wrapping your arm around the eight-year-old girl as she drifted to your side. She struggled to push herself onto the barstool, pulling her plate of food that you made her towards her small frame. As she munched on a piece of bacon, you pushed some of her hair from her face, giving her a smile. “Are you ready for your first t-ball practice after school?”
She nodded, almost waking up entirely at the mention of it. “Yes! Me and Cici are going to dominate the team!”
“Dominate, eh?” You laughed. “Have you been reading the dictionary before bed?”
“Maybe,” she giggled.
“You’re a dork,” you told her. Your smile fell, the lump in your throat growing. “I have to tell you something, baby.”
Her eyes drifted to yours, tilting her head in question. “What?”
“Your daddy had to go away on a business trip,” you told her, turning to look back at your cold cup of coffee. “There’s no telling how long he will be gone. So, we will make the best of things, just the two of us. Alright?”
“Whatever you say, mommy,” she said, biting at her bacon once more.
As you trudged out the door and into the car to take the young girl to school, you sighed. You hated lying to her, but you didn’t want to see the look on her face if she knew her parents would be getting divorced most likely. You knew it would break her little heart and that was the last thing she needed right now.
You parked along the curb in front of the school, rounding the car to help the young girl out. You handed her the Marvel backpack she insisted on having with the matching lunch box, giving her a short hug. “Did you need me to walk you in?”
“No, I can do it,” she reassured.
“Alright, baby,” you said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I will be waiting out here to pick you up for your practice. Have a good day at school, love bug.”
“Don’t be embarrassing, mommy,” she laughed, kissing your cheek. “I love you.”
She sauntered off, catching up with a few of her friends on the way in. You gave a short wave in response, shaking your head. “They grow up so fast.”
“Hey pretty lady,” your friend, Lau, said, walking over with her arms crossed over her chest. Her gorgeous red locks bounced with her step, he backside pressed to your car as she leant beside you. “You see down this morning. What’s wrong, sugarplum?”
“Long story,” you hummed. “Where are your boys?”
“Stu is walking Luke into school. They couldn’t stop talking about the new Star Wars that is in theaters. They saw it for the third time last night.”
“They are nerds. I swear,” you laughed. You tilted your head, finding the third member of your female trio waving off her son, Stephen, as he walked into the school. “There’s Camile. Cami! Over here!”
Her eyes lit up as she rushed over to you both, her curly hair pulled back into a bun to keep it out of her face. “Good morning! How is everyone today?”
You opened your mouth to answer but was cut off by Lau. “I’m great, but someone amongst us is keeping secrets.” Both of their eyes fell to you, the frown on your face growing. “Come on. Spill. What’s going on?”
“Can we not do this here please?” You asked.
“Fine. How about over brunch? For once, we all have today off,” Camile proposed. “We have free time till after the kids get out of school.”
“Yeah. That works,” you told them.
Lau’s eyes narrowed on something behind you, her lips curling into a sly grin. “Don’t look now, but here comes the hot widower.” You and Camile turned to see what she meant, your eyes widening at the sight.
Stiles Stilinski was walking down the street, sunglass hanging from his white undershirt. The red plaid shirt he wore blew in the breeze, his ruffled, messy hair swaying with each step forward he took. His signature smile lit up the air around him. The small black backpack hung from his shoulder, the familiar imprint of Star Wars on the front. His hand was grasped tightly around his daughter’s hand, her smile and eyes matching that of her father. In his other hand rested on the back of the carrier he wore with the barely six month old baby in it, his tiny hands holding onto Stiles’ shirt.
You let out an inaudible sigh as you watched the man. You had such brief interactions with him, and you knew it was wrong to hold a tiny crush on him. You had been good friends with his late wife before she passed away shortly after giving birth to their son. It probably didn’t help either that his daughter was Julia’s best friend. But since the second he introduced himself, you couldn’t stop the small blush that would form on your cheeks or the butterflies that fluttered inside you from the short words you shared with each other. He was a caring, spastic young man that had many cruel things happen in his life, but he never stopped smiling. You tried your best to push the feelings down, but they always seemed to resurface more than ever whenever he walked by.
“Don’t look now, but he’s coming over here,” Camile whispered. Once the words left her mouth, your eyes widened, breath quickening. You were afraid to know what you would feel for the single man not that your husband wasn’t in the picture. “He’s right there, guys.”
“Good morning, ladies,” Stiles greeted as he stopped in front of you all, his eyes running over each form before stopping on you. “I was hoping to catch you this morning, Y/N.”
“Me?” You asked, slightly dumbfounded.
“Yeah. Cici had a question for you,” he chuckled, looking down at the brunette girl. The girl slid slightly behind her father, her honey eyes staring up at you. “Come on, honey. Y/N won’t bite. You know that.”
You smiled at the small girl, crouching to her level. “What did you need, sweetie?”
She opened her mouth once before closing it, her brow furrowing. “I was wondering if you could take me to t-ball practice after school. Daddy has to take Ben to the doctor and can’t pick me up.”
“Of course, sweetie. I would love to help you out. I can’t deny you and Julia your practice,” you told her. She gave a shy smile, mumbling a small thanks. You stood up to face Stiles, his face relieved. “Do you have her stuff?”
Stiles blinked for a second, gaping like a fish a few times before his neck and face turned a bright red. “I think I forgot it on the table. Shit.”
“Language, daddy.”
“I meant shoot. This is just perfect.”
“It’s fine, Stiles,” you laughed. “I’m off work today. And we were just planning to get brunch. So maybe I can swing by and grab her stuff before I head out with the girls.”
“That would be perfect actually,” he said, relaxing slightly. “I’m sorry. I messed this up so bad.”
“It’s fine. Accidents happen, Stilinski,” you grinned. “I will meet you back at your house in less than a half hour?”
“Yeah, sounds good,” he grinned.
“Awesome,” you said in return, looking back at at the young girl clasping her dad’s hand and the baby asleep against his chest. “They’re adorable, Stiles. You know that right?”
“Yeah,” he smiled sadly. “But they definitely get my genes. I’m just an awkward turtle.”
“Well, I think you’re perfectly handsome as well,” you stated quickly, flushing once you said it. Lau and Camile were stifling their laughs behind you, knowing how flustered you were getting. “I-I mean…”
“Thanks, Y/N,” he chuckled. Raising one hand, he turned to walk off. “I will see you in a bit.”
When he was out of earshot, the two girls squealed in each of your ears, shaking you back and forth. “You totally like him,” Camile said.
“And he likes you,” Lau mentioned afterwards. “But what about Joe?”
You bit at your lip, pulling your keys from your pocket. “That’s what I will tell you guys about at brunch. Meet at the usual?”
“Diego’s Cafe?” Camile offered. “Wouldn’t have it any other way. They have the best mimosas!”
“Oh yeah they do! But I will see you guys there. Let me drop off Stu first,” she mentioned as the darked haired man walked over, his eyes glued to his phone, probably on some email from his tech company. Lau waved as she took her husband’s hand, walking off.
“Don’t take too long with Stiles,” Camile hinted, nudging your side once before walking back to her car.You sighed, getting into your own car, leaning back in the seat in thought. You ran a hand through your hair once, letting out a long sigh before finally starting the engine and driving off.
You wound up at Stiles’ house shortly after he arrived, the man standing at his door unlocking it. He stopped when he heard your engine die, his stoic face lighting up. “Hey, Y/N! Nice timing,” he joked, pushing the door open as you walked up. “Come on in.”
You followed the man into his house, watching him kick off his shoes in the doorway. His police badge sat on the table next to his keys, slightly dusty from his time off work to get his life in order. You followed the man silently further into the house. “It’s been awhile,” you mumbled to yourself.
“It has,” he responded, catching you off guard. “You haven’t been over since she passed away. And I don’t blame you at all.”
“Stiles,” you frowned.
“It’s fine. Really it is,” he reassured you. “You were her friend. With her gone, you had no reason to come by except to pick up or drop off Julia for playdates with Cici.” He gave a gentle smile. “We make do. I promise.”
“I should have checked up on you more though,” you frowned.
“Don’t start that now,” he playfully glared. The baby against his chest let out a smile whimper before breaking into full tears, squirming in his father’s arms. Stiles’ face fell, looking down at the boy. “Aw, don’t cry Ben. No crying.”
“Here, let me,” you whispered, walking over and lifting the small boy from the carrier. Your fingers brushed against Stiles’ chest as you took the baby, his pecs clenching from the slight touch. You cradled the baby in your arms, rocking and bouncing him to ease his whimpers. “Go ahead and grab Cici’s stuff and I will take care of this little one.”
“Are you sure?” He asked hesitantly.
“I’m a mom, Stiles. I can take care of a baby,” you laughed. He let out a small laugh before removing the carrier from his chest and wandering around the house in search of his daughter’s stuff. You watched the spastic man run through the house, groaning when he couldn’t find the bag of stuff. The baby in your arms cried for a while before finally settling down, his honey eyes staring up at you. His tiny hand kept grabbing at your blouse, tugging at it for attention. You giggled at his actions, cooing at him. “What do you think you’re doing, cutie pie?”
“He likes you,” Stiles laughed when he walked back into the living room with a bag in hand. “You’re lucky. He actually hates like… everyone but me and my family.”
“Well, I feel special then,” you laughed, lifting the baby in the air. “Do you like me, Benny? Am I your friend now?” The baby let out a squealing laugh, clapping his hands together. “You’re such a good boy for your daddy, aren’t you?”
“He thinks,” Stiles laughed, taking the baby from you and placing him in his playpen. “I’m sure he will grow up to have my mischievous side.”
“Lord help us all,” you laughed at him. “You really are a great dad, Stiles.”
“I can always hope that’s true,” he sighed, picking up a small lamb stuffed animal and waving it for his son to see. “I always feel like I’m… messing up. Not having Abigail around has really been hard. Cici doesn’t have a mom anymore and I know she puts on a front to make it seem like it doesn’t bother her. And Ben won’t ever know his mom. All he will know is his lame ass dad.”
“Stiles,” you frowned, pulling him from the playpen. You wrapped your arms around his waist, placing your head on his chest. His chin rested on your head, his leanly muscular arms wrapping around your body. His eyes were glassy with unshed tears, short sniffles resounding around the room. “You’re doing great. Cici is a strong girl and she will grow up to be a fine young woman. It’ll be hard on her but she has you there to support everything she does. And you aren’t a lame ass dad. You are a cool dad and Ben will know that growing up because you will do everything in your power to be there for him.”
Stiles chuckled, his chest rumbling with the noise. “How do you do that?” He asked.
“Do what?”
“Say the right things to cheer me up,” he laughed. “You did it too after Abi passed. You said that she would always be watching over us, protecting us. And it helped. A lot.” He sighed, his arms squeezing you tighter. “Your husband sure is a lucky man.”
You frown wasn’t visible luckily and you had to fight to keep your voice from cracking. “Yeah…”
He pulled away, wiping at his eyes a few times before digging his phone from his dark jeans. “You know, I don’t think I have your number. Abi was always the one to get a hold of you for things so I never thought to get it. It might be helpful to have it so I can get in touch with you whenever we need to.”
“Oh, right,” you said, taking his phone. You smiled at the picture of him and his daughter as his lock screen, swiping to unlock it. The home screen was of Ben resting on his chest, the man looking down lovingly at his child. It was the most adorable thing in the world. Typing in your number, you sent yourself a quick message to get his number before handing him back the device. “I will take care of Cici with the practice. Just text me if you need anything.”
“I will,” he said, licking his lips. His forehead scrunched slightly, nibbling on his lip in thought. “Would um… would your husband get mad if I texted you more often maybe? Just as friends of course! I’m not looking to ruin your marriage, I swear. Just… a friend would be nice to help get through this single parent stuff.”
You gaped at him before quickly shaking your head. “No! I mean… no, he wouldn’t care. Joe grew up with a single parent, so I’m sure he would understand wanting someone there just to talk to. It’s not an easy situation.” You didn’t feel right spilling what had happened the night before, so lying seemed to be the best answer. “I know you wouldn’t intentionally ruin my marriage, Stiles. But just know that I am always here for you.”
“I appreciate that,” he said, handing you the bag. “I’m glad I have you as a friend.”
Friend. The word stung slightly, and you weren’t sure if it was because of your crush on the man that seemed to grow like a parasite the longer you stood in his presence or because of the potential divorce you were facing. “Yeah. Friends.” You turned to look down at the small child sitting on the pen looking up at you. You wiggled your fingers at him, listening to his cute laughter. “Bye bye, Benny. I will see you around, alright?”
Stiles walked you to the door, opening it for you like a gentleman. “Thanks again. For everything.”
“Stop thanking me. I’m happy to help.”
“Right,” he muttered. He hesitated for a second before leaning forward, placing his soft lips to your cheek. His cheeks were red when he backed away. “I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah. Bye Stiles,” you managed to get out, slipping out the door. You rushed across his lawn to your car, missing the click of the door behind you. Throwing yourself in the car, your hands covered your face, letting out a small squeal. “Oh my god, did that just happen?”
You sipped at the mimosa, Camile and Lau ordering their meals. When the waiter walked off, they turned towards you. “Spill, girly,” Lau said.
You twirled the glass in your hand, watching the yellow-orange liquid swish in the glass. “How hard is it to raise Stephen by yourself for the most part, Cami?”
Camile’s face scrunched up, leaning her elbow on the table. “I don’t know. He’s a good kid. And he gets that his dad works a hard job and can’t be around very often. There are times that he’s difficult, but we make it work. And when Mitch is around, he makes the time to spend time with his son. Sure, it’s not ideal, but it’s fine I guess. Why do you ask?”
“Just curious,” you mumbled.
“You’re so full of shit,” Lau mumbled. “What did Joe do?”
“What makes you think he did something?” You asked, both girls giving you an unimpressed look. You let out a loud groan, massaging your face. “Last night, I walked into his office while I was cleaning to find him masturbating with some chick online. And apparently it’s been going on for like four months, if he told me the truth. But he apparently he has feelings for her and shit. And it’s just been a wreck because he doesn’t think he’s done anything wrong.”
“Well, fuck him,” Camile said.
“Did he say why he did it?” Lau asked.
“He said it was my fault because we haven’t had sex in three years. But how is it my fault when I do everything for us? Can he blame me for being tired at the end of the day?”
“No,” Lau said. “He can’t give you shit for that. He should be there to support you. And just because you aren’t having sex doesn’t mean he should go wank to some rando online.”
“Agreed,” Camile said. “It’s not your fault that he couldn’t keep it in his pants.” She sipped her drink before continuing. “But what’s going to happen between you guys?”
“I don’t know,” you sighed. “I kicked him out and haven’t heard from him since. But I’m pretty sure this is the end between us. I’m pretty sure out marriage has been dead for a while now. The passion we had when we first got together just isn’t there. And I can only do so much to keep that passion alive when he isn’t reciprocating it. We’ve tried therapy and it helps a little, but the changes never seem to stick.”
“Maybe it’s time to move on,” Lau said, nudging you side. You gave her a confused look only for Camile to finish for her.
“Stiles, babe. He totally has the hots for you.”
“No, he doesn’t,” you blushed. “And even if he does, I can’t make a move right now. I’m still married technically and he’s still coming out of Abs passing away. We have our kids to worry about. I haven’t even told Julia about what happened since I don’t know what’s going to happen. It would end badly for us both.”
“You don’t have to rush into anything,” Camile said. “And you said yourself that it’s probably over anyway. So, things can always happen. It wouldn’t hurt to start talking to him at least.”
“And think of it this way,” Lau said. “He’s hot. There’s no down side here.”
“Seriously?” You laughed. The girls laughed with you, shaking their heads. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I got his phone number earlier, huh?”
Cue loud screeches and hugging in the middle of the cafe, the waiters giving you all weird looks.
You sat on your bed, staring at your closet. Julia was hanging out with Stephen and Luke, the trio of children having a Marvel vs DC marathon. Stuart and Mitch agreed to watch the rascals so the girls could take you out to clear your mind. When you had called them that morning in tears, a stack of divorce papers on your lap, they deemed it necessary to take you out. You knew they would be over soon to head to the bar, but you weren’t sure what to wear.
Something mom-ish? You asked yourself, moving to pick up a rose pink dress, holding it to your body. You made a disgusted face at yourself, tossing the dress aside. Maybe just something comfy? You pushed through the rack of clothes, unable to find anything. “I literally have nothing.”
“Sure you do,” Lau said, pushing the door open, the skin-tight green dress clinging to her frame. The spare key to your house swung on her finger a few times, grinning widely. “No need to fear. The cavalry's here!”
Camile pushed her aside, flopping back on the bed. Her purple tank top hugger her torso, black skinny jeans covering her legs with a pair of black heels on her feet. “You have got to own something sexy. I know we have bought you sexy stuff before.”
“Yeah, but Joe never liked me wearing them,” you groaned. “Either he made me toss things he didn’t like or I outgrew them when I had Julia.”
“Pssh. There is bound to be something in this closet. Move aside and let the master work! You worry about getting undressed so as soon as I find the perfect thing, you can put it on,” Lau said, moving you to dig through the hung up clothes. She pushed each article aside, her eyes lighting up at the item she found hidden in the back of the closet. “I see something tiny and black and honestly, me likey!”
“Oh god, no!” You hollered at her, tossing your shirt in the bin and trudging over to your friend in just your bra. That was like… my Halloween costume before I was pregnant! I wouldn’t be able to fit in that even if I tried.”
“Please,” Camile groaned. “You look even better now than your did when we were younger. Pregnancy did you good. You’re that one percent.”
“Lies,” you grumbled at her. “I put on so much weight after I had Julia.” The girls sent you short glares. “Fine! I will try it on! But it won’t fit! Now should I wear it to the bar.”
“Please,” Lau laughed. “You will look bomb as fuck. Plus, all girls should own a lbd.”
“Lbd?” You questioned.
“Little black dress! Get with the times and get dressed. The uber will be here in two minutes,” Camile joked.
You quickly threw on the black dress, smoothing out the fabric as much as you could. The dress ended at your mid thigh, the skirt flaring out. The thin straps rested upon your shoulders, the bodice hugging your torso perfectly. You were surprised you slid into the fabric as easy as you did. You spun a few times in front of the mirror, your hands resting on your stomach a bit. “I look horrible.”
“Are you mental?” Lau asked. “You look brilliant.”
“All the guys will want a piece of that ass,” Camile followed.
“I’m not looking for a hook up though,” you bluntly stated.
“Unless it was Stiles,” Camile continued, Stiles’ name coming out in a sing-song tone.
“No,” you grumbled.
“You’re the one that has been texting him nonstop for the past two weeks!” She belted. And she wasn’t lying. Two weeks without your husband meant two weeks that you were able to text the single man of your dreams. They weren’t flirty texts - or at least, you didn’t think they were. Just a bunch of ‘hey’, ‘how you doing?’, and random small conversations you would break into. There would be some small times that he would call you up during the day, asking if you’d like to come over for lunch and some time with baby Ben, which you never failed to accept instantly.
Needless to say, you were falling hard for the man.
“And you noticed too that you’ve stopped wearing your wedding ring,” Lau pointed out. You glanced down at your right hand, your finger bare of the diamond ring. “I know you just got the divorce papers today, but you stopped wearing it a while ago.”
“That’s not because of anything in particular,” you told them. “It just didn’t feel right to wear anymore.”
“Well, that’s nothing to worry about now,” Camile huffed, jumping off the bed. “Uber. Now. Drinks. Now. Drunk dancing. Now. This is the only time we don’t have the kids so let’s use the opportunity while we can.”
“Amen sista!” Lau laughed, pulling everyone out of the house, you fumbling to put your heels on on the way out the door.
You arrived at a local bar not thirty minutes later, the three of you making your way instantly to the bar. Lau ordered a few rounds of shots as well at martinis for everyone. Shoving a shot in everyone’s direction, she held hers up to the dim light.
“To new starts!” she cheered. You and Camile laughed, holding yours up as well. With a echoed cheer, you all downed the bitter liquid, shaking your head at the taste. “One more!”
“You’re going to kill me tonight,” you groaned.
“You love us,” Camile grinned, handing you the shot glass.
Drink after drink was washed down your throat, the girls flooding your system with multiple varieties of alcoholic substance. Your mind was buzzed before you knew what hit you, laughter befalling your lips at the simplest things. You dragged the girls to the dance floor to dance to a few songs before returning to your spot at the bar, the bartender already placing new drinks down for you. You silently were thankful at that time that Camile’s husband, Mitch, was wealthy with the government.
And to your surprise, multiple guys had walked up to you, attempting to make conversation before wandering away when you showed zero interest. Both of your friends nudged your sides, telling you how the guys were flirting, but you didn’t care to listen.
The guys attempting to talk to you weren’t anything compared to the one on your mind, even in this fuzzy state.
“Ugh,” you groaned, leaning on the bar. “I forgot how it feels to go out and enjoy a night to myself.”
“I know,” Lau groaned happily. “It’s been so long since we’ve been able to get away from the kids. And you had it worse than us. Joe never gave two shits if you could get away. You have done everything for Julia. So for once, it’s nice that you could get out.”
“Have you told her yet?” Camile asked.
“No,” you replied, circling your finger on the rim of the martini glass. “I really should though. But how do you tell your daughter that your parents are getting divorced?”
“It’s probably best to just tell her,” Lau told you. “But, I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”
“I hope.”
You felt a tap on your shoulder, turning slightly in your seat to look at the person interrupting your girl time. Your eyes met the familiar honey ones you had come to adore over the weeks, our heart jumping in your chest. “Hey Y/N. I thought that was you.”
“Stiles! Hey,” you started, sliding off the seat to give him a proper hug. “What are you… what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be home with your kids?”
“Hey! I’m allowed to get out once in a while!” he laughed. “My stepmom took the kids for the night. She likes to take them from me and spoil them. I will get them back from her in the morning and Cici will probably be hyped up on sugar or something, having not slept. Ben might be alright. But enough about me. What about you? What brings you out tonight?”
“Oh you know,” you mumbled, turning to Lau and Camile who were giving you small thumbs ups. “Just having a well deserved girl’s night.”
“Wow, cool. So your husband is at home with Julia? That’s nice to see for once. I never see him around when Julia is doing practice or school activities. Always you,” he said. “You deserve to get out for the night.”
“Yeah,” you muttered, licking your lips. “Actually, he’s um…” you paused for a second, a lump in your throat. For two weeks, you hadn’t said a word. But the papers on your kitchen table egged on in your mind and the words slipped out anyway. “He’s not really in the picture anymore.”
“Oh my God,” Stiles frowned, his hand resting on your arm. “Wow. I didn’t even know. I’m so sorry.” He rubbed his face a bit, his chin neatly shaven. “I don’t even know where to start or what to say. Are you alright?”
“It’s been hard but I’m surviving,” you told him. “I can’t say I haven’t been happier since he left but the divorce papers on my table kind of hit home this morning.”
“I’m so sorry. How long has he been gone?”
You drummed your fingers on the bar a few times before answering. “Two weeks.”
“But we…”
“Yeah,” you hummed. “I’m sorry I never mentioned it. “I thought it would be weird if I mentioned that I had just caught my husband cheating on me, kicked him out and was potentially getting a divorce. Now that I have the papers, I guess it’s easier to admit.”
“Aw, Y/N. You don’t need to apologize at all. I just wish I knew sooner so I could help you through it more. You’ve been here lately helping me with my own problems but you’ve had yours. I feel like a shitty person for not helping more.” He bit his lip slightly, sideways glancing at the bar. “But, I am glad I ran into you tonight. Can I buy you a drink maybe? And maybe we can chat for a bit?”
“Well, I mean…” you glanced back at the girls who were sliding off their chairs.
“We were just going for a dance!” Camile said. “We’ll see you in a bit!”
“It was nice seeing you Stiles!” Lau laughed, the two girls scampering away quickly. You glared after them, bitterly thinking, Those bastards.
Stiles ordered you both drinks, the pair of you moving to a small couch in the corner to chat. He sipped at his beer a bit before leaning back into the plush couch, eying your form. “So, did I mention that you look amazing tonight?”
You blushed, looking down at the drink in your hand. “I don’t look that good.”
“Seriously?” he laughed. “You look amazing, Y/N. It’s different than your normal outfits but you look beautiful.”
“Well, thanks,” you said, tucking hair behind your ear.
Stiles chuckled at your flushed face, placing his beer on the table. “So, can I give a little confession?”
“Of course,” you hummed.
“Alright. Don’t freak out on me,” he joked. “I was hanging out with Stuart the one day and we were chatting about our kids and Star Wars because surprisingly, they all have Star Wars related names.”
You cut him off before he could continue. “No way. I knew that Luke was because Lau was pissed when Stuart named him Luke just so he could say ‘Luke, I am your father,” even if that’s not the right quote. But your babies? Really?”
“Yes, actually.”
“Liar. You’re a filthy liar.”
“I am not!” He said. “Ben’s name is Ben Kenobi Stilinski. I know Abi would have hated it but I has that perfect ring to it. And he already has it better than I did growing up. Ben Kenobi is better than being cursed with a name like mine. Unpronounceable and misspelled way too often.”
“Really? I knew Stiles was a nickname, but I didn’t know it was that bad for you,” you hummed. “I’m sure you’re over exaggerating.”
“You try living with the name Mieczyslaw Stilinski then,” he laughed. Your nose scrunched, tongue sticking out slightly.
“Ok, I lied. That’s bad,” you grimaced jokingly. Stiles shoved your arm, shaking his head. “What about Cici then? As far as I’m away, there are no Cici’s in Star Wars.”
“Her middle name, actually,” he laughed. His face fell for a second as he glanced up at the ceiling. “Did you know Cici is just a nickname? Her middle name would have been her first name if I didn’t propose the name I did.” Your head tilted in question. “We named her after my mom. My mom passed away when I was eight, so it seemed like a perfect homage to her. So her full name is Claudia Leia Stilinski.”
“That’s beautiful,” you muttered in awe, the name ringing through your ears.
“It really is. But she chose to go by Cici for short because she sometimes hates the fact that she will never get to meet her grandma outside of the cemetery.”
“Wow,” you said, slightly wiping at your eyes to avoid ruining your makeup. “That’s rough. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine. She decided this when she was three and it kind of just stuck. She’s gotten better over the years. She used to hate going to visit grandma and now she’s always willing because she can share so many things with her and mommy.”
“Cici really is a strong girl,” you told him.
“I got lucky,” he laughed. “Enough about that. Back to my confession!” he readjusted in his seat, sliding a bit closer to your side. “So, as we were talking, I may have asked a bit about you. This was just after we started talking more and I was trying to get a little insight on how to actually approach you. I didn’t want to seem weird like I normally am.”
“You asked about me?” you repeated, dumbfounded.
Stiles chuckled, running his hand through his hair. “Well, yeah. That’s where the confession comes in.” He took a deep breath, nose flaring slightly. “I’ve always kind of had a thing for you.”
“What?!” You hollered, breaking into a laugh.
“Oh, come on! I thought you knew that!” Stiles chuckled. “Of all of the moms at the school, you are my favorite. Even when I was with Abi, I hate to say it, I had the tiniest crush on you.”
“No way.”
“Yes!” he chuckled. “You do so much for your daughter and Cici and even Luke and Stephen. I’ve seen you do everything for them. You support them. You don’t force them to do anything. It’s always Julia’s decision to do what she does like the T-ball team or that time she decided to take up piano?”
“Oh God,” you grumbled, hiding your face in your hands. “I remember that!”
“Yeah. But that was her call.” He licked his lips, leaning forward onto his knees. “I think the best thing is that you raised her right. She’s such a great kid. She’s nice and polite. And I can say that because she’s my daughter’s best friend. I am harder on that aspect because I want good kids around Cici. I don’t have to worry with Julia. And you know, you make me look bad.”
“What?” you laughed. “Why?”
“Cici gives me so much shit about the lunches you make for Julia. Always asks why I can’t do that for her.” You both let out loud laughs, Stiles’ arm slinging onto the back of the couch behind you. “Why do you have to make my life harder, Y/N? You’re killing me. You’re tearing me apart!”
“Did you just reference The Room?” You laughed.  
“Ugh, you are so perfect,” he sighed. “Marry me please.”
“Moving a bit fast, aren’t you, Stiles?” You asked, the alcohol in your system giving you a surge of confidence. His eyes flashed a bit as he looked down at you. “Shouldn’t we kiss before you try marrying me?”
His tongue darted out to wet his lips, His eyes darkening slightly. “Maybe you’re right,” he mumbled. “But would that be alright? You’re still going through this divorce and I don’t want to rush you into anything.”
“You wouldn’t be rushing me if that’s what I want,” you told him, reaching out to run your fingers along his cheeks, tracing them along the constellation of moles on his jawline. “And let me just say, Stiles. What I want is you.”
“Well,” he muttered, leaning in until his lips were brushing yours slightly. “Let’s just take it slow then, shall we?”
With a short nod from you, Stiles smiled, leaning forward to connect your lips in a gentle kiss. His lips enveloped yours completely, his nose brushing yours as he pressed further against you. You allowed him to take control, your nails scraping lightly against his cheek. His own hand, large and veiny, moved to the back of your neck, threading through your locks. He used your neck to pull you closer, his lips dragging against yours as you shared tiny, open-mouth kisses.
He pulled away once for a short, ragged breath before delving in for more, stronger and sloppier than before. His tongue darted from between his lips to swipe at yours, slithering through a small gap in your lips. The tip of his tongue ran along yours, his throat swallowing the low moan you let out.your tongue attempted to play with his in return, though his always seemed to overpower it and remain in control.
His free hand moved down to your waist, giving it a short squeeze before moving to rest on your bare thigh. Your dress had ridden up to allow his fingers to press into your leg that had wrapped itself over his lap. Your lips never disconnected as your fingers slid along his jawline to the top of his shirt, playing with the hem of the black fabric.
Stiles pulled away to lick his hips, panting heavily. “Wow,” he huffed, his eyes fluttering open. Your own followed, neither of you realizing you had shut them in the midst of the pleasure. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that.”
“I think I can guess,” you told him. “Because I’ve wanted that for awhile myself.”
“Really?” He asked. You gave him a smile and a nod, the man smiling wider. “Well, maybe it wouldn’t be bad to continue.”
“I’d be down for that.”
Your lips met in a short kiss, the touch teasing him for more. Stiles groaned slightly, his hand sliding up your dress a bit to your ass, squeeze it through your panties. You could feel his hard on through his jeans pressing against your leg, the throbbing running from him to you. “Can I confess something else?”
You blinked at him, pulling away slightly to look at him. “What?”
“It’s not so much of a coincidence that I showed up here while you were here,” he hummed. You continued to gaze at him confused. “You may have booty texted me saying that you had come to the bar for some drinks. And some… other things.”
You blinked in wonder before it clicked. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “I think Lau was actually the one to booty text you off of my phone,” you admitted. “I lent it to her earlier because she left hers at home and she wanted to check on Stu. I didn’t think she’d sneak into my messages.”
“Oh,” he laughed. “That might make more sense then. Because what she sent… my god.”
You eyed him slightly, biting at your lip. “What exactly did she message you?”
Stiles’ eyes glinted with an overwhelming amount of mischief, almost enough to match his name. “Why don’t I show you?”
You found yourself pressed against the bathroom door minutes later, the man’s lips to yours in a fiery kiss, his fingers fumbling with the lock. Your legs wobbled in the heels and you were thankful that Stiles kept you upright, his body pressed firmly to yours. The second he got the lock in place, he was hiking up the dress to your waist, playing with the hem of your panties. Your hands attempted to undo his belt, but you were failing miserably in the blur of the kiss.
He pushed off the door, keeping you pressed to him as he swung around, dropping you on the closed toilet seat. “Are we really doing this?” You asked him, Stiles dropping to his knees between your legs. His teeth nipped at your bare stomach, inching closer to the black lace you wore.
“Are you against it?” he asked, tugging the top of your panties with his teeth, his eyes rolling up your body to meet yours. “We can stop if you’d prefer. You are still married after all. If this is too fast then we can stop.”
“I’m getting divorced and my husband is staying with the chick he masturbated with,” you hummed at him. “As far as I’m aware, I’m not married. In less than a week, I will no longer be his wife. This is just something from my wildest dreams.”
“Well, if you’re alright, let me show you a good time, baby,” he huskily said, pulling at the panties. Your response was simple: lifting your ass off of the toilet seat to allow him to remove the intruding lace. His nose flared with his deep breaths, your panties left in a pile on his side. The man pushed your legs apart, salivating at the picture perfect sight of your dripping pussy. “My god, it’s beautiful.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that,” you told him, Stiles glancing up at you. “Joe never said those things. Hell, I don’t think he really ever gave me oral. Maybe when we were younger but I think he hated the way it looked.”
“Then he’s crazy,” Stiles grumbled, licking his finger to run it through his folds. He listened to you moan quietly, grinning to himself. “Because this is delectable. Who wouldn’t love this?”
“My ex-husband.”
“That’s why he’s your ex now,” Stiles hummed, leaning forward to run his tongue through your folds in place of his finger. Your eyes shut, head falling back at the sensational feeling of his tongue lapping at your core, the tip prodding at your entrance. You moans filled the bathroom, his fingers reaching forward to tangle in his tousled hair.
His tongue, after sliding through your folds a few times, found home in your core, swirling it in circles to gather every drop of arousal you were releasing. He was surprisingly deep with just his tongue, the man having the ability to hit spots you didn’t know felt good until now. “Holy shit,” you would moan at him, following any words released with his name.
He groaned in response to anything you uttered, his tongue speeding up against you. The faint slurp of his tongue and lips smothering your core was loud, the feeling just as intense. His eyes were focused up at your face as he assaulted you with the wet article in his mouth, watching your face contort into different pleasurable looks. Your fingers would tug at his hair, pulling him into you more as if to encourage him to go faster.
He pulled away from you for a brief second only to replace his missing tongue with two fingers immediately afterwards. The two fingers automatically curled directly into your g-spot, a near scream ripped from inside you. Your free hand gripped at the toilet, your legs wrapping around his back. The heels were digging into his back, but Stiles said nothing about it. He focused on the thrusting of his fingers, his nails scraping at every sensitive inch of your pussy, and his tongue pressing to your clit to flick at the swollen nub. Your mind was blanking quickly the more he thrust into you,,
“Holy shit, Stiles,” you moaned at him, the man not bothering to look at you this time. Your back arched off the back of the toilet, scraping at his scalp with your nails. His tongue continued to flick at your clit, drawing random shapes and letters that happened to spell his name along the way. His fingers spread your core wide whenever he pulled them from inside you, scissoring your entrance when he thrust back in deep to your sweet spot.
You knew you weren’t going to last much longer, the lack of orgasm in years building inside you. Stiles could feel it too, your walls hugging at his fingers the longer he thrust. He ceased licking your clit, his hot breath fanning over it as he spoke. “Cum for me, baby. If it feels good, let go. You deserve it.”
His words made you snap, his fingers coated in waves of juices seconds later, your walls holding him close. Your fingers in his hair tightened, pulling him closer unconsciously. Your body shook as the pleasure of your orgasm washed over you, a loud moan of his name slipping from your lips multiple times. His fingers slowed to ease you through the bliss you were feeling, smiling up at your the entire time.
As he pulled his fingers from your core and licked them clean, you were smiling. He carefully pulled you up from the seat, holding you up on shaky legs. “How was that?” He asked.
“”Probably one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. And definitely the best oral I’ve had,” you admitted to him. Stiles smiled, placing a chaste kiss to your lips.
“I’m glad you think so. I was afraid I was out of practice,” he joked, finally releasing you when you were steady on your feet. “Let me get washed up and we should head back to the bar. Your friends might start to wonder why we disappeared.”
“Right,” you hummed at him, grabbing your panties from the floor. You heard the water running in the sink, Stiles washing his hands clean of your arousal. You watched him from the corner of your eye as you slid the moist lace onto your body, smoothing out the dress. Stiles eyes were shining in the overhead lights as you watched him, you mouth watering as you eyed his firm body.
Man does he look good. You told yourself. You watched his muscled bulge under his shirt, the black fabric hugging his biceps perfectly. The short sleeves he wore for once allowed you to see the veins that protruded from his arms, running down his forearm to his hands, equally as veiny. His dark jeans hugged his body as well, showing the tent that had formed from his own arousal. Every movement he made caused his shirt to ride up, giving you perfect view of the defined abs he had developed in his FBI training, something he had done before moving home and settling into the town police to be with his family. The six pack was covered by a trail of dark hair that ran straight into his pants, your mind only picturing what it led to. The band of his black boxer briefs poked from the top of his jeans, the familiar ‘Calvin Klein’ logo on the elastic.
You moved closer to him without realizing, Stiles placing a hand to his chest in shock when he turned to face you. “You scared the shit out of me,” he groaned. “What’s up, babe?”
“I want to return the favor,” you told him, fumbling with his belt once more, succeeded this time in unhooking the metal latch.
“Oh, Y/N. You don’t have to do that,” he tried to tell you, the crack in his voice deceiving him. He tried to back away, but his back hit the porcelain sink instead. You stepped in time with him, popping the button on his jeans and lowering the zipper. “Really, babe, you don’t have to.”
“I know I don’t have to,” you whispered, carefully dropping to your knees this time. You tugged his pants down, his boxer briefs stuck to the denim. His erection sprung free from its confines, almost smacking you in the face with how big and hard it was. Your jaw went slack at the sheer size of him, the length twitching in the open air. The tip was swollen and red, dribbles of precum seeping from the slit. Dark, curly hairs surrounded the base. “Holy… How is this possible?”
“How is what possible?” He asked.
“You’re so… huge. I’ve never seen something so big,” you rasped. Thinking aloud, you even told him, “I think you’re more than twice the size of Joe.”
“So you’ve never had good sex?” he quipped. “Never had a guy properly please you?”
“I’m starting to doubt my entire marriage,” you joked. You wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking it slowly a few times. Stiles let out a throaty groan, gripping at the sink to keep himself upright. More precum seeped from the tip as your stroked him casually, your mouth watering at the sight. “Seriously doubting everything.”
“I think you’re going to make me doubt mine too,” Stiles grumbled. Your tongue ran over his tip, savoring the taste of him. The man above you let out a throaty moan, eyes growing hazy. “Abi was amazing but fuck. This is fantastic.”
You hummed quietly, wrapping your lips around him completely. Stiles let out a louder groan, moving his hand to thread his fingers through your hair. He watched you stroke his shaft, relishing in the feeling of your tongue swirling around head of his cock. Your hollowed cheeks made the feeling tight, your sucking powerful around him. His precum dripped onto your tongue, the taste giving you a subtle umami flavor.
With a single tug of your hair, you mouth bobbed along his length in unison with your hand, strong every inch of him in perfect rhythm. Your tongue swirled around his shaft, running along the pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft. Whenever you touched the vein, Stiles would moan loudly, his shaft twitching against your cheeks. Your hold around him tightened, drawing out every drop of precum you could.
“Fuck, this is the best blow job I’ve ever had,” Stiles gasped, following his words with a breathy moan of your name. He felt your lips curl up around know, knowing you were smiling at his confession. “Keep going baby.”
Your hand released his shaft, both arms wrapping around his form to grab ahold of his plump ass. Your nails dug into his skin, your head bobbing faster than before. The tip of his cock pressed into the back of your throat, an occasional gag released from you. Your nose buried into the dark hairs around the base, lovingly sucking at the entirety of his cock. His jaw tightened, lips puckering in his chase for his release.
“Keep going, baby. I’m so close,” he panted, the knot inside of him tightening, threatening to unravel any second. Your bobs sped up, sucking strengthening, tongue running over every inch of his shaft. His chest heaved for air. You knew he was closing in on his orgasm and you were ready to swallow every drop the man had inside him.
Until his phone started ringing.
Your bobs slowed to a stop, pulling away from his cock with a single string of saliva hanging from the tip. Stiles let out a frustrated groan, running his hands against his face and through his hair. “Seriously? A guy can’t get a blow job from a beautiful girl without being interrupted?”
You dug into his pocket on the floor, pulling out his phone. “It’s Melissa?” you stated questionably.
“What?’ he spoke up quickly. He grabbed the phone from your hand, swiping the green button and pressing the device to his ear. “Hey Melissa. Is everything ok?” It went silent as he listened to whoever was on the other line, his teeth gnawing on his lip. “Really? The one night I try to get away and he doesn’t want to sleep?” Silence again. “It’s fine. It’s not your fault. I will be there as soon as I can. Try another bottle and give him his Yoda and he might stop crying.” One last gap of silence. “I know. I love you too. Thanks, Melissa.”
He hung up the phone, groaning as he helped you up. “Stepmom?” you asked.
“Yeah. Apparently Ben is being fussy tonight since I’m not there. He’s never had issues going to sleep for Melissa before but he’s having one of those nights,” he said, fixing his pants. His frown was evident, his eyes sorrowful. “I’m sorry to cut this short.”
“It’s fine, Stiles,” you told him. “I know how it is when your baby calls. Benny needs you right now. Go to him.”
“Are you sure?” Stiles asked. You giggled at his concern, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
“Of course,” you confirmed. You helped fix his hair and his clothes, pressing yourself into his chest lightly. “Maybe, we can pick this up sometime.”
“I’d like that,” he said, cracking a smile. “A lot, actually. This was the best night I’ve had in awhile.” He cupped your face in his large hand, placing a lingering kiss to your lips. “Thank you for a great night, babe. I’ll text you.”
“Yeah,” you hummed, watching him slip out the door. You glanced in the mirror, fixing yourself before following after him, the man already gone from the bar. The smile on your face was evident regardless.
You made your way to Lau and Camile, the two girls sipping on some water. Camile eyes lit up, wrapping her arms around you once you sat down. “We want all of the details. And don’t even try to tell us nothing happened.”
“We saw the kiss,” Lau hummed. “We say the hand on your thigh that went to your ass. And we saw you guys sneak off.”
“Then ironically he leaves two minutes ago right before you came from that same direction.”
“You both screamed sex.”
“Spill,” both girls said in unison.
“We didn’t have sex,” you told them. The girls’ faces fell. “But I can’t say he’s bad at oral considering I just had the best orgasm in my life.” The two girls blinked before squealing, wrapping their arms around you in a tight hug.
This man is truly amazing. Where has he been all my life?
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GUYS ASK ME STUFF ABOUT MY OC’S PLZ
Okay, so I mentioned it in a couple posts ago, but AGAIN I’m closing with that coworker who makes me uncomfortable/I get in fights with lmao (long story short: he’s borderline homophobic and HELLO I'm gay sooooooo) 
Anyway, I’ve been working on my OC’s a lot lately, and I would really appreciate it if you could ask me questions about them so I can work on their little details and mold them into more pronounced characters. 
I have four of them that I’m going to explain down below
WARNING for abuse, sexual abuse, mentions of self harm, and mental illness ♡ (I’m serious, a lot of them are very dark. Of course, I mean no disrespect by any of them, as I have gone through many of their issues myself, and use these characters as a coping mechanism tbh)
Elliot and Enoch 
These are my twins, and I created them when I was dealing with a lot of backlash and mental strain due to my own emotional and slight physical abuse I sustained at my home/in relationships. I had two very different personality sides that seemed to stem from these past issues - anger and fear. So I decided to build further onto those and create two brothers. 
These twins were abused by their parents until they were both around 13 years old. They both ended up running away from home and being found by a sweet older lady who runs a flower shop. Above the flower shop is an apartment that this lady rents to them basically free of charge (Elliot works in the shop with her on weekends). They’re both 17 years old. 
Elliot is the fear side. He’s got terrible anxiety and PTSD that can trigger extreme panic attacks. If he’s around people with similar stature or body type of either of his parents, he can’t function. He also is very sensitive and fearful of people yelling, stomping, slamming doors, and fast movements towards him. Despite his past, he does have a general good outlook on life and people, even though he may be fearful and overwhelmed about it.  He is in community college studying botany  Physical Attributes - pale skin, dark circles under his hazel eyes, small mole under his right eye, a pale scar across his neck, brown under cut hair, tall, skinny and lanky, some past scars over his body.  (Kink Property - he suffers terrible nightmares, and his anxiety usually makes it hard for him to work up an appetite most days, so he has a terrible immune system and get’s sick very often.)
Enoch is the angry side. He has very extreme manic depressive episodes, and diagnosed Borderline Personality Disorder. He likes to pretend and play it off that what happened to him as a kid doesn’t affect him, but that’s obviously not the case. He’s a very brash, and angry person - and he believes that the world is generally full of terrible people. He often gets into fights with people for fun, and has a kill count of around three people at the moment - the first one actually being an accident; he was drunk and fighting someone outside of a bar, when he suffered a terrible flashback of abuse from his father. He ended up blacking out, and when he came to, blood was covering him and the man was dead. This was how he met one of my other OC’s, Ashley. The other two murders were to protect his brother, Elliot. This brings me to the fact that Enoch’s sole purpose in life, to him, is to protect and keep his brother happy. He’s very defensive over Elliot, and cares more for him than anything or anybody in the world. N O T incest, jfc. He is a computer programmer and website coder.  Physical Attributes - pale skin, dark circles under his hazel eyes, small mole under his right eye, curly long brown hair, not muscular but toned, tall, multiple injury scars over his body.  (Kink Property - because of his fights, he has a tendency to come home battered and bruised a lot. Due to his crime record, he cannot go to the hospital because they will get his DNA.) 
Ashley 
Ohhh, Ashley. Sometimes goes by Ash. Ashley was made kind of in the same way as Enoch and Elliot. I suffered sexual abuse in one of my relationships, and I wanted to project that onto a character. This is where my dear boy, Ashley comes into play. Except I took my trauma and abuse and multiplied it by 10000x. 
Ashley has a normal like until he was around 13-14 years old. His mother ended up dying from a terrible arrhythmia episode - which is a heart issue that Ashley was also born with. When his mother died, his father became extremely unconsolable and twisted. It just started with his father making him do “women’s work” around the house, such as dishes, cleaning, cooking, etc. in place of his late wife/Ashley’s mother. Then it progressed to making him dress like a girl - and in turn, his father ended up becoming attracted to him physically. The dad started to sexually assault Ashley, and this happened to go on for years, until one day, Ashley snapped and murdered him. He’s now 16 and lives in a run down motel room in the middle of downtown run by some scumbags for their illegal activities - prostitution and drug smuggling (basically if you don’t rat them out, you get cheap, moderately livable housing). Ashely deals with a ton of unresolved trauma and manic depressive episodes. He’s a self harmer.  The major thing with Ashley is that he’s a murderer. He uses his feminine qualities, and feminine name to draw in scummy men who are attracted to younger girls with sex, and then he murders them and leaves (he’s honestly basically a trap)  He stumbled upon Enoch after the latter’s first murder and helped him get rid of any evidence pointing towards him. After this interaction, Ashley became infatuated with Enoch, developing an obsession and deep love for him. Enoch mostly pushes this off and just keeps him around for the tips and help.  Psychical Attributes - pale skin, white choppy hair, long eyelashes, looks androgynous but leaning towards female (despite being a cis male), pale blue eyes, short, very petite, self harm scars.   (Kink Property - he has arrhythmia which results in heart problems, and also a weak immune system, and also sometimes his victims aren’t so “defenseless” and will injure him. 
Amir
WELCOME TO MY ONE AND ONLY NOT TRAUMATIZED OC LMAO 
Amir is a good boy, and nothing but a good boy lmao. He’s half Arabic, and he’s a 20 year old college student studying forensic science. People think that’s odd of him, considering he’s honestly kind of terrified by blood and dead bodies - but he has a secret which I will get into later. Amir has quite tan skin, but he has a defect called “vitiligo”, which created a stark, white spot of skin over the right side of his face due to lack of pigmentation. This also has effected his right eye - which is a very icy, light blue in contrast to his other brown eye. On top of this, he has a white streak of hair in his bangs.  Now for his secret - out of his blue eye, he is able to see spirits and ghosts. Due to some of the spirits he met throughout his life, he wants no murder to go unsolved, which is why he’s going into forensic science. He wants nothing more than to talk with the ghosts of the victims and get the real answer to what happened, and help them get peace.  Amir lives in a college dorm with a good friend who knows about his secret, and also the ghost of a previous student who hanged himself in their dorm about 30 years ago.  Honestly Amir is one of the sweetest characters I have - he’s just generally a good boy hahaha.  Physical Attributes - tan skin (white blotch over his right side, and other places randomly on his body), curly dark brown hair (white strip in his bangs), dark brown eye (one pale blue one), around 6 foot fall, skinny.  (Kink Property - sometimes too many spirits, such as if he went into a hospital or graveyard, can cause an “overload” of some sort, and give him a terrible migraine) 
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U   N  T  I  L     T   R   I   L  O   G   Y -- a must read book 💕
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Until He Was Gone
Until He Returned
Until Forever
The Until Trilogy which was written by the amazing and incredibly awesome Jonah Pacala or was known by her pen name jonaxx in the world of wattpad. Her fans gave her nicknames such as “The Royal Writer”, “Queen J” or “Ate J”and she was the first Filipina wattpad writer to gather more that three million votes.
Being friend-zone sucks, being seen-zoned hurts but being cousin-zone is a different story. 
Have you ever thought of you falling to your cousin? Or sometimes the thought of you falling to your cousin passed through your mind? Well, if yes, start having goosebumps.
Incest is, according to wikipedia, and has been one of the most widespread of all cultural taboos, both in present and in many past societies. It is some sort of attraction between your family members or any close relatives. It remains one of the sensitive issues in our society until today. 
The Until Trilogy has a ‘incest themed story’. But aside from that, many revelations,realizations,life lessons,heartbreaking scenes,twists of events that will make you thrilled happened. You will got swayed from all the romantic excitement and you will wish that you want to be Klare, that you want to have an Elijah in real-life. You will experience all the ‘demons in your stomach’ as said by Klare, the protectiveness of your cousins, the happiness being a Montefalco, enjoyment everytime you and your cousins bond at your house or sometime at Lifestyle District. But of course, you will cry a lot to the heartbreaking scenes, like you are the one feeling the pain, and swear it will be worth reading the trilogy.
I’ll just tell a summary so that you’ll have a prior knowledge.
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Klare Montefalco was born in well-known family. Everything was perfectly fine. She loves her famile, and her family loves her so much.She lives a simple life, away from the dramas, having an ultimate crush which is Eion Sarmiento.She does everything to notice her. Before her debut, he asked Eion if he can be her escort and he agreed. Debut came, Eion became her escort. After her debut, Elijah acts so weird in front of their cousins. He knows why is that, and he’s just keeping it to himself.But the time he can’t contain his jealousy against all the guys around Klare, he confessed to her. Klare is shocked by the confession.Starting that day, she’s confused on her feelings towards Eion and Elijah. But she decided to let go of Eion cause she already fall to Elijah to. They dated secretly until their cousins came to know their doings.They resented them,and the time came that their parents also came to know what they’ve done. The parents of Elijah want to sent him to New York, to forget and separate him with Klare. But he was eager and determined enough to not give up Klare. But Klare made her choice, he pushes Elijah away, and she chose her family and their reputation over him. He was hurt, really hurt but what can he do? The one he love was the one who pushes him away and give up on him.He went to New York for 2 years.
After 2 years, finally he came back to Philippines. But with a girl named Selena. They were in a relationship,that’s what they know. And that news broke Klare into pieces. Finally he came back, but with another girl. Little did she know, Elijah came back because of her. He just used Selena so that her dad will let him go back to the Phil. He knows what happened to Klare, of what struggles she overcome. After Klare pushed Elijah away, she was shocked of the damn reality. She was not a Montefalco. She find out that she was child out of wedlock and she thought that she was a mistake but her mother insisted that she was the fruit of their love from another man, Ricardo Ty. Her biological father wants to have a quality time with her so temporarily, she stayed on her father side, meeting her 2 brothers, Hendrix and Pierre Ty. Until she decided to change her surname to Ty. That time, she was now Klare Desteen L. Ty. And because of that, their cousins hated her for doing that. But as time passes by, they actually accepted it but still considered her as their cousin. But another problem came, and that is her ama(grandmother) on his father side. Her Ama don’t want to accept her in the family. Klare also come to know that Selena is her relative and her Ama match-make Selena with Elijah and it’s fine to her if he is not a Chinese because of his family,which is rich.
Then the last book, Until Forever, half of the book is the POV of Elijah. It was a flashback. On how he fell for Klare. On what his thoughts are. Not to mention it above but the whole two books were in the POV of Klare. Then on the last half of the book is Klare’s POV. There’s one problem again that almost destroy their relationship and that’s because of her Ama. She wants Klare to at least date or get along with Gavin, a son of a Chinese businessman who is close to Ama. Ama was too strict to their traditions. ‘Chinese is only for Chinese’. She wants Klare to marry a Chinese also. Gavin and Klare have a deal. Klare will help Gavin because he have a girlfriend but he is too scared to disappoint his father so he kept it. It went well, at least. Then on Ama’s birthday, the Montefalcos were invited, including Elijah’s dad. In the midst of the celebration, Ama introduces Klare in front of the father and grandfather of Gavin. But Klare cut it out and said that she have a boyfriend. When they ask who it was, she answered with all bravery “ Elijah Montefalco po”. That’s the cue. She pulled th e trigger. The tension was too strong. She stand up on her decision and no one can changed that. She said it in front of everyone and to Elijah’s dad. Elijah stand behind Klare and nod to Klare’s parents, brothers, to his parents and to his cousins. After that, he kneeled in front of Klare, not minding Ama, and showed the red box with a diamond ring. Klare gasped. She’s not moving nor talking so Elijah was the one who put the ring in her fingers. Then they moved out of the venue with their cousins. After that incident, their parents want them to go abroad because they know that the news will spread and the society will judged. But they insisted to stay until Klare will graduate. The end.
1. What life lessons can be learned?
*”We don’t always like their decisions but as their family,the best thing we can do for them is to support” as said by the father of Elijah which is true. Our family is the only one we know who can understand and support us all the time.
*”The world is a cruel place. You don’t just get what you want immediately, you will need to break some principles, break some people and even break yourself” as said by Klare and again true. World is cruel place, not all people can understand you unless they will be in the same situation as you are.
*Don’t let society dictate your decisions. They’re not the one who will suffer all the pain in the decision they want you to do. You have your own principle. Don’t mind them.
*you two are going to be together if it’s meant to happen. That’s right. If you are meant to be, then don’t rush it. Destiny will be the one in charged of that. Go with the flow. Think of the positive side.
2.What part was the most powerful and enduring?
* It is when all the secrets are revealed. When the two of them suffer a lot and needs to push each other in the name of their reputation as a Montefalco just to find out that the’re not blood related. But it was too late.
3. Who was your favorite character?
*Klare Ty and Elijah Montefalco. Why? Because even though I didn’t experienced such, if I am to wear their shoe, I know to myself that it’s so painful. If I were to be Klare, maybe I’ll get depressed and decided to end my life. But she still fighted for their love. Anf to Elijah to surpass all their hardships just to prove theirlove to everybody is such a bravery.
4. Did anything happened in the book remind of something similar?Cite this event.
*Nothing in the book remind me of something similar. I swear guys, read the Until Trilogy of jonaxx, and it will be worth that you spend time readig it because of the plot/story. It will bring you the ultimate romantic excitement but also tickle your tears to flow.
5. If you had a chance to ask a character from the book a question, what would it be?
*To Klare and Elijah, what happened after that?That was sooooooo cliff-hanger, I can’t think of what happened after that huhu. Did you have a child? Was it a girl or boy? Does it looks like Klare or Elijah? Ugh, one question is not enough for me. Sorry for that.
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kdramafangirlsclub · 7 years
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Everything I Watched On Netflix
So this is kind of like a mini-review post, except this time, it’s every kdrama I watched on Netflix this summer.  I had a job that included a lot of late hours with me sitting around on an iPad (don’t ask), and consequently, I plowed through quite a few kdramas.  
Here they are in no particular order:
1)  Reply 1994
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My fellow admin, Sarah, has been BUGGING ME SO HARD to watch this drama.  Well, I did, Sarah.  Are you happy?
Pros:  As with all the Reply dramas, the writers really excel at giving us heartwarming characters and poignant relationships.  These slice of life dramas are so adorable and humorous and it’s honestly fascinating to watch the different journeys of these characters over time.  It had a sweet love story and good smooches. And as per usual, Mom and Dad steal the show.  
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Cons: It’s a good thing I had HOURS of downtime to dedicate to watching this show, because GOOD LORD THE EPISODES WERE SO MUCH LONGER THAN R1997.  I ran into this same problem with R1988 and I ended up quitting, because I just couldn’t take it.  The love triangle was just lame.  I honestly don’t know how anyone thought Chilbongi was going to end up her love interest.  It was obvious from the second episode who the writers had picked.  I also thought poor Chilbongi and Binggeure got the shaft, as far as character building went.  They got no real story.  It was a shame.
Overall grade: B-, no rewatchability factor for me here.  Episodes too long.  THIS SHOW DESPERATELY NEEDED A GOOD EDITOR.  
2) Descendants of the Sun
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This is another one that Sarah has been telling me to watch.  It’s on her “Must Force Fellow Admins To Watch” list, so I figured I might as well get it over with.  What a pleasant surprise!
Pros:  This drama was hilarious!  I laughed so hard when I watched it.  I absolutely adored the main couples, though my heart was definitely more with Dae Young and Myeong Joo than with our Song Song couple.  You can definitely see the chemistry, though!  And what isn’t appealing about a military man and a civilian woman?  Hawt!  Great smooches, too, which is always on my must-have list. :)
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(Shameless, but adorable)
Cons:  Not many, honestly.  This drama definitely gets put in my “there were too many episodes” folder, but they were all interesting, at least.  And the subplots in some of the episodes were a bit cheesy, but even the bad guys were hot!
Overall Grade: Solid A.  Great chemistry, comedy, and cuddling.  Super smooches!  Everyone was hot.  I told my friend this show should be called Military Flower Boys. :D
3)  Hello My 20′s (Also known as Age of Youth)
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I knew pretty much NOTHING about this drama going in.  It was just random chance that I picked it, but I’m so glad I did!
Pros:  This story is about 5 different girls, but this drama did such a great job highlighting each of the girls’ stories.  I felt like I really got to know each of them by the time the drama was over.  It wasn’t about love, necessarily, but there were hints of all sorts of issues going on here.
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Cons: Mostly the ending was the only part I had a beef with.  So many stories left hanging.  But all my ire has abated, because I just found out there is going to be an Age of Youth 2!!!!!
Overall Grade: A-.  Great stories.  Great characters.  The ending was irritating. :)
4) Momo’s Salon
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No review for this one.  I have nothing to say.  It’s like 8 eps of 5 minute episodes.  There is no plot and no real character development.  In short, it was TERRIBLE.  
Overall Grade: F++++
5) Beating Again (Falling For Innocence)
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When I saw my main guy from One More Happy Ending, and my main girl from I Need Romance 3, I just had to give this one a shot.  Once again, I knew next to nothing about the drama I had picked.  
Pros:  Every time I thought this drama would hit all my least favorite kdrama tropes, the writer would manage to surprise me.  They really managed to turn the kdrama rules on their heads.  The overall story was really nice and I liked all the side characters.
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 (These two were so cute together.)
Cons: Too long, too long, TOO LONG.  The plot was often times sooooooo freaking convoluted.  The smooches were so-so.  The main character barely managed to stay out of “unbelievably irritating” territory.
Overall Grade: B-.  Not much to say except that.
6) My Only Love Song
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This drama was an unexpected pleasure and a delight to watch.  Short episodes again, 20 of them at 30 mins apiece.  I’m not big on the historicals (as all the admins can attest to) but I don’t mind the fusion ones so much.  And who couldn’t love a time travel drama featuring a bus with its own mind?
Pros: The main couple have such great chemistry, and all the characters were delved into and given plenty of depth.  The “real history” stakes and the need to not fuck up the timeline really made the story compelling.  And it was hilarious.  Both of the main characters are totally full of themselves and they really deserve each other.  The villain was HILARIOUS and I was honestly sad he was a bad guy.  THE SMOOCHES WERE SO GOOD.
Cons: Ummmmm... the ONLY thing that annoyed me was how repetitive it was.  They kept showing the same scenes over and over to highlight the different characters’ perspectives, but with a 30 minute timeframe, it ended up that most of the story was taken up by stuff we already knew.  That was my only beef, though.
Overall grade: A-. Great comedy, fantastic smooches.  Such an original story.  Loved the ending.  Good stuff.
And that’s pretty much all of that.  I did some rewatching (Oh My Ghost and It’s Okay That’s Love, both of which are A+ dramas).  I also have Secret Forest and Third Rate My Way to review soon, but no more time right now.  Happy Watching!
-Admin Kate:)
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tellywoodtrash · 7 years
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lol shakti’s face at kamini. 😂😂😂
waise maannna padega aapke choice ko, shakti ji. auraton mein isse zyaada ghatiya choice kisi aur ki nahi ho sakti. kya chun chun A1 samples ikkhatta kiye hue hai. 😆😆😆
kameeni’s presence makes me feel better these days, because she makes pinky uncomfortable. 😎😎😎
“oberoi khaandaan mein kabhi talaaq nahi hota.” 
ooooooooh. could this be the “loophole” that nulls and voids their divorce? someone (dadi? shakti?) does something to the papers? 😗😗😗
lmao kamini is suddddenly a fan of anika? amazing. i love this woman’s girgit jaise ways. 😇😇😇
“shivaaaaaaaay??!?! kaise ho, beta????” 
asked in the most perky, enthusiastic voice. as if she’d NEVER TRIED TO  MURDER HIM. lmaoooooooooo. 😂😂😂
jhanvi trying to talk sense, but as usual, someone in this fucking family has to overrule her. 😒😒😒
this is why you fuckers suffer like this in life. coz you don’t listen to the one sane person in this house. bhugto, saalo. 😤😤😤
my cat has more rational decision making powers than fucking prinku. 😑😑😑
my cat is smarter than prinku in all ways, actually. now whether i have the albert einstein of cats, or prinku is less evolved than your average domestic feline, is up to your interpretation. 😌😌😌
offfffff course that’s what you decide. good. fuck off prinku. aur abhi raksha bandhan ya janmashtami tak dikh bhi mat jaiyyo is area mein. chal hatttt, hurrrrrrrrrr TITTARRRRRRRRRR HO JAA *shooing motions* 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👋🏽👋🏽👋🏽
um, are these other children supposed to be the same age as sahil? they’re a WHOLE FOOT taller than him. 😐😐😐
anika stopped crying for long enough to come to sahil’s school. #relatable #adulthood 😪😪😪
siiiiiiiiiiigh. shivaaaaay. in blaaaaack. here for saaaaahil. checking allll the damn tickboxes of my heart todayyyy. 😭😭😭😭😭
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awwwwwww man the way sahil just flung himself onto shivaay, and shivaay’s face. 😥😥😥
lol the off-brand Cars™ backpack tho. 😂😂😂
HE’S MAKING HIM PROMISE TO CALL EVERYDAY!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭
oh sahil, if you only knew. 😔😔😔
yeahhhhh, remember your fucking promisessss. REMEMBER THEM, BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😣😣😣
Awareness™!!!!!!! i’m actually tearing up a little. 😭😭😭😭😭
pft, ok girl, calm down. what good is his achchai, if do paise ka dimaag na ho chalaane ko? uski achchai ka kya, achaar daalna hai tumhe? 🙄🙄🙄
oh god, the thought of shivaay packing sahil’s backpack for him. my hearttttttttttt, my fucking heartttttttttttt. 💔💔💔💔💔
omgggggggggg, mom and dad bickering. i can’t, i fucking caaaaaan’t. 😭😭😭
“tum na, KISI ko bigadne hi nahi deti... mujhe bigadna hai... bigaado na! 😏😏😏”
omfgggg deadddddddd. 😯😯😯
also how many secret unseen sexy moments like these have we missedddd, you asssshole creatives???? HOW MANY????????? 😧😧😧
poor sahil is so confused by sso’s sudden sentimentality. 😔😔😔
aw, thank god, i thought sahil would leave without meeting anika. 😌😌😌
is that a new hand chain bracelet thingy anika has? her usual one didn’t look like this. 🤔🤔🤔
what school is this, that the children are CONSTANTLY on trips, that too for WEEKS?????? 😐😐😐
sahil is smart. he’ll eventually figure out. and then shivika are going to have hell to pay. 😬😬😬
willing to bet money that there will be a future situation where sahil is in danger or some such issue, that will make these two team up. y’know, FOR SAHIL. AND ONLY FOR SAHIL. 😏😏😏
why can’t BAHUUUUUUU carry her own shit in? or do her own KAAM? iske haath toote hue hai kya? 😒😒😒
lmaoooooo that briefly nauseated look that flickered on kamini’s face at ranveer’s mushiness. #ME 🤢🤢🤢
why is this fool apologizing when SHE was the victim in the scenario???? 😟😟😟
ok i’m sorry, i really shouldn’t be lmao at this ghastly scene of domestic violence, but prinkuuuuuuuu you are sooooo fucking dumbbbbbbbbb. YOU’RE THE DUMBEST CHARACTER I’VE EVER SEEN. LIKE, EVER. IN ANY OF THE MEDIA I’VE CONSUMED, IN ANY LANGUAGE. sofa kingggggg dumb. 😆😆😆
he heard her! 😯😯😯
and he’s looking for her!!!!!!!! 😥😥😥
first REALISTIC depiction of mumbai ka autowaala i’ve seen in this show. 😐😐😐
aw man, the poor baby, he’s so lost. 😭😭😭😭
oh no. ohhhhhhh shit. ohhhhhh boyyyyyyyyy. I KNEW HIS POOR FAULTY OVERSTRESSED HEART WOULD FUCKING BREAK DOWN ONE OF THESE DAYS. 😥😥😥
OMFG DON’T FUCKING DRIVE WHILE HAVING A HEART ATTACK!!!!!!!😟😟😟
also, wow, they finally sprung for an audi, after making him drive a honda for one year. honestly, were we supposed to believe that SHIVAAY SINGH OBEROI drives a fucking honda? 😑😑😑
oh yikes. anika’s going all vigilante justice on the autowaala. 😬😬😬
girl needs to join some kinda fight club to take out all this pent up bhadaas she has in her. 😶😶😶
ok this scene of shivaay getting progressively more ill by the minute is getting really hard for me to watch. 🤐🤐🤐
oh thankkkkkk god she called rudra. 😫😫😫
AND HE MADE IT BACK HOME IN ONE PIECE. 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
ok i really can’t watch this. i can’t. i’ve had someone really close to me pass away like this irl and... it’s triggering me. i’m fwding till the point where he’s gotten medical help and is ok. 
OMFG THESE FUCKERS!!!!!!!!! DO THEY ONLY GO TO THE HOSPITAL IF A PERSON’S BEEN SHOT?!?!?!? WHY IS HE BEING TREATED AT HOME FOR A FUCKING HEART ATTACK????????? 😠😠😠
“MAIN samajh gaya. dil ki dhadkan jab dil se door ho jaaye toh dil kamzor ho jaata hai. par bhaiyya ka dil kamzor nahi pada hai, toot gaya hai.” 
i really really really love rudra, in his (rare) moments of maturity. 💘💘💘
i’m sooooooo glad anika and rudra are in constant contact. he’s her eyes and ears when she can’t be around. #bestDevarEver 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽
oh yeah, you look BILKULLL THEEK uh huh ok. 🙄🙄🙄
mann toh kar raha hai chaar laafe doon is idiot ko. LIE YOUR ASS BACK DOWN, PUNK!!!!!!!!!!! 😒😒😒
rudra’s 2 nanosecond stink!eye at pinky. best. 😂😂😂
aw man, she wants to see for herself that he’s ok. 😭😭😭
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siri, why is rudra so fucking adorable? such a cupcake, this boy. 😚😚😚
waaah, 12 pm ko hi raat ho gayi. amaze. IBverse needs its own set of astronomers to understand how day and night work there. 🙄🙄🙄
aw, anikaaaa. babyyyyyy! 😪😪😪
omg. ANOTHER ONE?!?! 😧😧😧
he can feel herrrrrrr. HE CAN FEEL HER PRESENCE THROUGH THE..... OH MY GOD WHY AM I CRYING SO HARD RN 😭😭😭😭
OMG IS HE OK????? 😥😥😥
oh boy, he saw the phone.😬😬😬
he’s suddenly ok??? 🤔🤔🤔
oh my poor heartbroken babies. *holds you both and cries with you* 😭😭😭
OK, THE FUCK, MEGHNA???? 😟😟😟 why are you running on the streets like a khullaaaa saand???? 
ohhhhhhhh great. he’s going to bring her homeeeeeeee. it’s gonna take an eternity and a half to get her out. 😑😑😑 
btw, isn’t this the EXAAAAAAAACT same plot svetlana used to gain entry into the house??? honestly. 😒😒😒 
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