#GURL DID EXACTLY WHAT I HAD IN MIND

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[lusalemaart]

[tan1shere]

can you PLAHESE make more Eva x fem!reader i don’t have like an idea but im thinking one of evas therapy sessions get a lil freaky

(idk this my first time asking for something lol, if you cant thats cool)

You're No Good For Me

Eva x female reader !

A/n: Oh gurl I just had the PERFECT idea for one, yes it's inspired by the song slightly 😇

Summary: you and Eva have known eachother for awhile, you go and spend your break at the place she lives, when you were in the therapy room together, things turn into something else. Something more.

Warnings: smut smut and more smut ! Scissoring guys 🤭 fingering, soft dom Eva, sub reader - and I think that's about it, enjoy !!!

Masterlist

You had to clear your mind, so this was the exact place to do that. Eva was an old friend who you had known for years, the both of you were texting one day when she suggested you come down for a long weekend to set your mind at ease. You never exactly knew what she did but you agreed nonetheless. Once you got there you head up to the door, knocking on it. And there she was. "Eva." You smile, going to hug her. "Hey you." She kindly leaves a kiss on your cheek. "Missed you." She finishes. Pulling back to place her hands on your face. "You look good." She grins. You smile again. "Too kind, but so do you my goodness!"

She lets you into the house helping you with your luggage. "I'll put them in the room you'll be sleeping in." You thank her, looking around the beautiful house. You saw some other girls wandering around. It made you think what she actually did, it was probably time you asked her. As she came back, she began to show you around. There was so much to the house, many rooms, big spaces. It was very beautiful. "I've been meaning to ask - out of curiosity." You then pipe up, making her look at you. "What do you even do? What is this place?" She smiles that intoxicating smile. Maybe you had, had a crush on her when you were younger. Is that feeling still there?

Because that just sent a shiver down your spine. "We run a female empowerment group. Just me and the girls that live here." She turns back around to continue the tour. But something felt off, was that fully the truth? Why did you get the feeling it was so much more than that. You knew Eva, and she seemed a little bit different. Especially with how she acted with the others. Although she didn't seem to do that with you. She knew how you saw her from all those years ago, she didn't want to blow anything and scare you. But if anything you were just more intrigued.

It had been a few days, you got to know some of the girls that lived there, doing little activities with them. You eventually started piecing it together on what was really happening. You were currently just drinking a tea, while sitting on a small sofa in the living room. When Eva comes in. "Join me?" Your head pops up from out of your book. "What for?" You asked. "Just come with me, ok?" You reluctantly get up, following her. "You're not gunna kill me are you?" You then say, half joking. For the first time Eva showed more emotion in her features while looking at you. "What are you on about?" You laugh a tiny bit. "Nuthinn." She still looks at you bewildered. You then reach a room, it was quite dark in there.

The only source of light was coming from the circular window on the wall. She sits down on a small pillow, encouraging you to do the same with the other that's infront of her. You slowly do. "I usually do therapy lessons but I feel like we haven't spoken much over the last few days. Gives us a chance to in here, away from everything." You nod at her statement. When a silence was being cascaded across the dimly lit room. "Are you going to tell me what this place really is?" She just looks at you. "I told you babe, female-"

"That's bullshit." You cut her off.

"Eva, just tell me." - "You aren't going to brainwash me are you?" You laugh a tiny bit. She knew how smart you were and that you caught onto what this place truly was. "I've known you since we were kids. And this is only for a weekend. Plus I don't brainwash I persuade." Your eyebrow raises. "Y/n it's me, just trust that." You take a moment, but you always trusted her, you knew she wasn't going to force you to stay with any kind of words. But she also knew you'd willingly come back to see her. Ever since you were younger there was something between the two of you. She knew that your friendship would last a long time, so she had no worries.

"I don't need to tell you then. Your smart-ass figured it out." She tilts her head forward slightly, having a tiny smirk on her face. Her head then tilts to the side as she leans forward. "You know I think about you often." She admits. "That so?" You ask intrigued, a small grin plastered on your own face. "Well I mean I'm sure the feelings mutual." She then adds, making your eyebrow raise again. "Says who?" Her smirk widens. "Well you did have a crush on me as teens." For some reason that makes your body stiffen. You never thought she actually had suspicions about it. "I don't know what-" But her face gets impossibly close.

"Don't even finish that sentence, because we both know I'm telling the truth." You were, silenced. "Still know how to zip it when told. Noted." You stare into her eyes. The perfect ocean blue. Except they had something more taunting in them now. Almost challenging. "So what if I did." You then speak. She looks down at your lips. "Yeah?" Silence. Her eyes meet your own. "Feelings mutual baby." As soon as she uttered those words you grabbed her face and kissed her, it was hasty. Feverish. Her hands move to place them on your thighs, getting you to lay back on the floor. You then pull away. "Won't someone come in-?"

Your worried expression just makes her grin. "Nah, rules are no one comes in here til I come back out. Even if they need me for something." You breathe out a relieved sigh. When her lips are back on yours in an instant. "To be honest-" You began as she kissed your neck. You always were a blabber. "I don't even know why-" your words cut short as she bit down, causing a small noise to come out of you. But nonetheless you continued. "-I liked you.. you were kind of bitchy to me- teen years." You breathe as her face comes in view with your own.

"Really huh? Bitchy?" You shrugged. "Ever think that was my way of saying, 'hey you're so fucking hot I just have to have you?'" Her eyebrows raise in question. Your face goes totally still. "That shut you up." Once again her smirk returns. Her soft lips returned to your neck, leaving a small mark. Your eyes flutter close. Was this really happening right now? "Ever since those years you've invaded my mind." Her hands move to pull the straps down on your dress, surprised you had no bra on. But she was definitely not complaining.

Her hands make contact with your tits, kneading gently. You gasp a tiny bit, still having your eyes closed. A small whimper leaves you as her lips travel down to them. She takes her sweet time, worshiping every sliver of skin around your breast. She was soft, but definitely firm with her intentions. "We-" You gulp back a moan, causing her to look up at you. "What? Dont think we should be doing this?" You nod ever so slightly, just a tad worried. She grabs your jaw getting you to open your eyes and look at her. "I promise. It's just you. And me." Her eyes stare into your own, and for some reason you just trust her by that single look.

Grabbing her face again and bringing her down to kiss you. Maybe you did still have a crush on her, maybe that feeling was still lingering. Her hands make their way down your body. Her fingers teased the thin fabric that laid under your summer dress. "Please.." You breathe, just wanting it to finally happen. "Eva please." You grew needier when she wouldn't budge. But that only causes your eyes to open again, looking to see her staring down at you. "Patience." She then says as your eyes meet. It was a warning. She was making clear that she was in control here. You whine with annoyance until you feel her hands back on your jaw.

"Uh uh, don't do that. You'll get what you want." Her fingers danced around your face delicately, moving down to your neck. "With time.." She finishes. "Being sooo good for me though." You swallowed at her tone, God she was even more mesmerizing than years ago. Her hands move under your dress, pulling your underwear off, letting out a satisfied hum. "Haven't even touched you and you're sopping." Her fingers go to touch. "Was it my words? My voice?" You're in a daze when you hear her fingers snap. Causing your attention to be back on her. "You wanna answer me pretty girl?" Your eyes meet. "Y-yes.. your voice.." Her face shone with admiration. "Your touch..." You carry on. As you soon feel her fingers sliding into you, you're gone.

Head back, arching just slightly to feel more. The worry of someone walking in fading away. "Keep going, know you can. Tell me." Her voice was like a drug. Her fingers curl inside you, feeling your gummy walls suck her in. You gasp at the feeling. "Come on, just want to hear it. Unless you want me to stop, is that it?" A fake concerned, pitty look is on her face. You swallow hard. "N-no please don't." She hums lightly. "What, else." - "Y- your eyes.. and-" Your lids screw shut as she suddenly adds another finger, making you stretch like crazy. "Fuck!" But her hand is quickly over your mouth.

"Quiet angel, not too loud." Her hand slowly moves but you grab it. "And.. your lips." You continue, grabbing her finger lazily. Sticking it in your mouth and sucking. She's impressed with all your sudden obedience. "That's better. Good, girl." Your eyes roll back as her pace quickens once again and you feel it. It gets harder for her to move before she pulls them out. You let out a whiny cry around her finger.

"I know my girl I know." She soothes. But Eva truly meant that, she wanted you to cum. But she needed it. To be against her. "You're being so incredibly good I just need to do something ok?" She pulls her finger out of your mouth as your face is tired, pouty. "Awww." She bites her lip at your face currently, it was too precious for words. "You're just so sweet."

"Just like all those years ago." She began, standing up to take the layers of clothes she was wearing. You watch intently. "Always nose deep in those books, not giving a care in the world. Style is still the same. Always made me want to rip those dresses off your beautiful body." Your head falls back as you couldn't keep it up any longer. "Eva-" You were about to say something else when you felt something warm and so soft on your cunt. Causing a moan to escape you. "And i get to fuck her raw." She breathes the words out. Your eyes open so quick.

Looking down at where you two were connected, her pussy against your own, making your mouth hang open. They fit perfectly together, your wetness making it easy for her to grind against you, the pleasure building up again for the both of you. "What if I told you I craved you." She then says, her velvety voice making you ache for her to speed up. A tiny whimper leaving you in the process. Your eyes shut again.

Focusing on the pleasure she's giving you. But she was teasing, causing you to whine. You just needed it. Her. But she needed to hear you say it, beg for her. "Please fuck me." You moan out, having your eyes closed. "What was that?" You let out an annoyed whimper. But you open your eyes to be in line with hers, they were full of adrenaline, lust. "Speak." - "Please just fuck me Eva please!" And so she does, more intensly fucking against your cunt. The feeling was everything, she felt way too good against you. "Mmm Eva." You whine out, going to grip her arms.

She leans over you, your breasts touching one another's as she grinds harder against you. Her head rests in your neck, kissing, biting sucking. "I'm so close don't stop!" You blab as if she was going to do that. She was enjoying this too much. As she ruts against you a moan of her own is let past her lips, against your neck and ringing in your ears. It was so hot you might cum from that alone. She balances on her hands still hovering above you. Face, to face.

"Cum against me, know you can." She breathes, out of breath herself, matching your ragged breathing, chest rising and falling fast. The eye contact increases every sensation you were both feeling. "Fuck, you really are an angel.. look at you.." She moans. "Eva- i-" She nods. "With me, come on baby." She says when you both shortly after cum against the other. The feeling was even better than you had anticipated. Your head falling back completely against the hardwood floor. Catching your breath and so was she. Until you make eye contact again, no words. No nothing. Just a beautiful silence.

Maybe she was brainwashing you. But at the same time she wasn't. You were just so intoxicated by her and you had to stay.

"Do you think we'll be inlove?"

"I count on it."

[hobies-princealbert]

Head Empty. Thinking about high!plug!fontaine n high!reader. He’d def be the plug that flirts with her and gives her deals and one day he asks her to smoke wit him for free and they just start making out in his car listening to music. 😱😱😱

gurl the new pfp frightened me a bit ngl 💀💀

but coming right up! i took some creative liberties cuz i kinda forgot to double check what your ask said. im srry its just once i got that ball rolling, i couldn't stoppp ( ´,_ゝ`)

plug! fontaine x high! reader | (the nsfw is below the cutting off)

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♤ taine wasn't exactly your first choice for a plug. he was a well known dealer in the glen, but the things he was known for made you hesitant. he was a no nonsense type dealer, he gives a price, you pay on time. if you can't do as simple as that then you wasting his time. and knowing you were tight on money sometimes, you decided it best to stick to the plugs you knew.

♤ but twelve wack ass joints later, you found yourself sitting in a certain green cadillac that you never thought you'd set foot in. both of you sat in silence for a few seconds, only a few feet away from each other.

♤ you patiently watched as he tried to light his spliff with the faulty lighter. growing more frustrated, he soon tossed the lighter onto the dash, then turned to you expectantly. and as if you could read his mind, you pulled your lighter and held it up for him to take.

♤ he stared at you for a bit, you felt as if you body was on fire. he had a pair of the scariest eyes you've ever seen. and he kept those eyes on you the entire time. not once looking away.

♤ you felt him wrap around your wrists. he pulled your hands closer to his face. your entire body became solid rock. all you could hear was your heart beating in your ears. the grip on your wrists were slack, giving you enough leeway to pull back if you wanted to. but something about the way he looked at you, made you stay still for him.

♤ he motioned for you to light the joint. you obliged. the orange glow of the flame made his eyes even more sinister. god he's terrifying. hot but, terrifyingly hot. once it was lit, he leaned back and let your wrist fall from his grasp. he took two puffs before he passed it over. " 'ere. take it. ' tell me if 'sgood enough."

♤ your breath was shaky as you inhaled the smoke. it was strong, definitely would get you fucked up in less than a minute. you handed it back to him. "you barely took tha' shi'. come 'ere."

♤ he placed the blunt back between his lips, as he settles one of his hands behind your head. "was he gonna gimme a shotgun right now. he's not....is he?" you let your brain rambled for bit till a low "open" brought you back.

♤ taine never does this, especially with cilents. but he took an interest in you. you seemed nervous, unlike most of his clients that just want their quick fix. and it helps that you weren't bad looking either. kinda cute in fact.

♤ but that didn't mean he wasn't fed up from watching your pretty little lips not taking his blunt properly. that shit ain't cheap. but you took the shot gun gave you pretty well. he saw how the smoke made your eyes a little teary, so he wiped a couple away before he let you go.

♤ you stared at him for a bit. he found you amusing that's for sure. and while he was trying to subside a smirk, you were trying to calm the ache between your legs. god you needed to get out this car before you did something you regret. but would you regret it? from the way his pants seemed to be stiffening, he probably felt the same way.

♤ reaching into his jacket he pulled a small plastic baggy,,that looked to contain at least 5 grams. your eyes went wide. this was way more than the agreed amount, that's at least $45 bucks, you didn't have that much on you. shit shit shit.

♤ "easy ma, this one's on the house" and with that you became one of his regulars. and his favorite at that.

♤ of course you became his favorite. i mean he'd never let a customer come over his house. much less one sit on his couch, smoke his blunt and watch a show on his tv.

♤ he certainly wouldn't let a customer stretch their legs across his lap either. or let one inch closer to him than appropriate, to the point where they made it onto his lap. he didnt mind, it definitely did help him relieve the ache between his legs. and he wasn't opposed to the way you let him kiss alongside your jaw, and even suck a couple marks into your skin.

♤ no regular of his ever let him pull down their shorts and toss them to god knows where. he's never gotten on his knees and licked a fat stripe along over their panties. never has he had to pull said panties to the side just so he could finally get a good look at how at your cunt.

♤ you were the only one who's clit he's mouthed at till his jaw ached. he didn't stop till he had to wrap his hands around your hips to hold you still.

♤ never once as taine let a regular, eagerly lick his precum from the slit to the point where he'd lull his head back everytime he felt their tongue dip into his slit. or had one force his cock into their mouth till the tip hit the back of their throat. and they stayed deepthroating him till he finally released. or had one lick up every last drop of cum that could find. no matter if it some was on his stomach, chest, thigh or on their face. he's never given a regular a couple puffs of his joint as a reward for sucking him to completion.

♤ he wondered if his weed made you like this. was it so good that it made you do your best to take him to the hilt, even though you could barely take a proper breath. probably it was the reason he'd take a minute or two cause the way your walls squeezed him, he swore he was gonna cum inside you right then and there.

♤ was his shit so good that it made you cry out his name and claw at his back with every thrust. had him having to slap your tits whenever you looked too far gone. make him tell you to how good you were, or that from the way your walls started to push him out, you were close. make him coo at you whenever you finally came, so you knew how proud he was. maybe it was why you bared the overwhelming sensation that your release brought so he could reach his edge. maybe that what made you mumbled about him cumming inside you.

♤ tempting but he preferred to release on your cunt so you could reach your hand down and desperately collect his droplets into your mouth. god he loved when you did that. he especially when you parted your slit so he could get one last lick before he let you suck it off his tongue.

♤ never had he had a regular make him feel that good to the point he gave them free weed.

[storiesabouteli]

Eli's Gurls // Elijah Hewson X SingleMom!Reader

prompt: Vee (your girl) calling Eli Dad for the first time! Since Lily and Lea said it'd be a great idea 🫶

words: 2,4k

 Eli had spent the morning with Violet. She was always so happy to have him around, and you loved seeing that. Your day, however, had been far less pleasant. El noticed it right away—your slouched shoulders and the hint of a frown gave you away. Without a word, he walked over and kissed your forehead, pulling you into a slightly awkward hug. The familiar warmth of his embrace, his scent, and the soothing strokes of his hand on your back made your chest feel lighter. Somehow, it always felt like everything would be okay when he was there.

 "We made pasta. Are you hungry? Have you eaten, love?" His voice was soft, his accent velvety and as affectionate as always. You let go of him and looked at him briefly, picturing the scene in the small kitchen. Violet must have been asking if she could help while Eli let her spread sauce everywhere, keeping his calm demeanor and gently guiding her in the same sweet tone he now used with you.

 "Did you two already eat?" you asked. He nodded, confirming they had. You planned to sit with them, even though you weren’t really hungry.

 Vee must have heard your voice from her room because soon you heard her little feet padding toward you. She came running into your arms, hugging you tightly. "How was it, Mommy?" she asked, her cheek resting on your shoulder. Her words were slow, her voice sleepy. She smelled freshly bathed and wore her pajamas, and her messy ponytail told you it had been Eli's attempt to fix her hair—it was adorable.

 "It was good, pumpkin," you said with a smile. It hadn’t been good at all, but she didn’t need to know that.

 Eli placed a comforting hand on your back and rubbed it gently. "I bet you did amazing. You’re the best," he said, kissing her head as she wrapped her small arms around you even tighter.

 "Do you want me to read to you before bed?" you asked. It was part of her nightly routine, and skipping it often led to restless nights or bad dreams. Violet had grown accustomed to it, and you always made sure to be decent for this part of her day.

 But tonight, Eli stepped in before she could answer. "Would you mind if I did it tonight instead of Mommy, Vee?" He was low, gentle, but unwavering.

 You glanced at him, your heart swelling with gratitude. You would’ve done it for her without a second thought, but he could see you weren’t in the right headspace. Violet nodded sleepily, and you gave him a small, relieved smile. Eli always knew exactly when to step in and help, and tonight, you couldn’t have been more grateful.

 She stretched her arms toward him, her tired body nestling into his as Eli kissed the top of her head. She let out a muffled laugh and blew you a kiss. You smiled back at her.

"Can we listen to music while we do it, Dad?" Her eyebrow arched slightly, mirroring the way Eli’s eyes lit up and his smile stretched wide. You thought about correcting her, but her words were so soft, her eyes struggling to stay open, and the way she called him that—so deliberate—made you hesitate. She knew he wasn’t her dad in that sense, but there was no denying that Eli had stepped into the role with ease.

 "We can, can’t we?" Eli’s voice was a bit unsteady, his arms tightening around her as his cheeks flushed. The question was directed at you, and you noticed the faint nervousness in his expression as you watched them both. There was a subtle unease within you. Eli was young, just like you, but with different responsibilities and choices. It wasn’t exactly expected for him to be here on a Friday night.

 "Of course," you replied, your tone clipped but not unkind.

 He nodded, brushing her small hand as it clung to his fingers. Then he whispered, "I’ll be back in a bit. Try to eat something, okay?" He was calm, but the way he looked at you—pleading yet warm—made it seem like he understood what was on your mind.

 "Please," he added softly, and you weren’t entirely sure what he was asking for.

…

 It didn’t take you long to shower and slip into one of Eli’s old Bob Marley shirts, the soft fabric bringing a small measure of comfort. Your head was pounding a little. The apartment wasn’t big, and the walls were far from soundproof. It was cozy, though, and you could hear Violet and Eli whispering while Bob Dylan played softly in the background. She liked the music, already familiar with the style since it was similar to what you often listened to, but it made you smile to think of all the new things Eli might introduce her to.

 You stared at the ceiling for a while, letting your thoughts drift, until the whispers faded into silence. A few moments later, Eli appeared at the doorway, smiling cautiously as if he didn’t want to disturb you. You bit your lip, avoiding the obvious topic, though there was no escaping it.

 "Want me to put you to bed too?" he teased, sliding onto the bed beside you. His fingers threaded gently through your hair, coaxing your eyes closed. His touch was soothing, and as the quiet settled between you, his fingers brushed your cheek, tracing the curve of your smile.

 "Does it bother you that she calls me that?" he asked softly, his voice calm but curious. "Is it a problem, lil’ one?"

 He pushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, and when you opened your eyes, you saw his. They were warm and steady, framed by his tousled hair and flushed lips. He looked genuinely happy.

 "Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?" you replied, biting your lip. He smiled, showing his teeth, a gesture more candid than his usual expressions.

 "I don’t mind," he said, his tone light. "I think it’s sweet. Can you believe she trusts me like that?"

 You nodded, the thought bringing you a quiet kind of joy. It was good to see them getting along so well.

 But then reality crept back in. “They picked someone else, Eli. I’m stuck in this awful job.” You pressed your forearm against your forehead, trying to mask the frustration that threatened to spill over. Eli had stayed with Violet so you could attend the interview, but your current job was a drain, both mentally and physically, and it had been keeping you from spending time with her. If it weren’t for him being here, especially during her break, the balancing act would have been impossible.

 "You’ll get it next time," he said confidently, his hand sliding to your waist as he pulled you closer. "It’s okay. I’ll help you look for new jobs." His lips brushed against your cheek, and for a fleeting moment, you wondered if he was always this optimistic or if it came easier for him because his life was so different from yours. The thought stung, and guilt followed quickly, making your throat tighten. You wanted to hide your face, but he kissed it again, soft and deliberate.

 "It’s okay," he murmured. You let him wrap you in a full embrace, his warmth settling over you like a protective blanket. But as your mind grew heavier, the comfort of seeing Eli happy—of hearing Violet call him "Dad"—was overshadowed by the weight of everything else.

 "Does your mom know about me, El?" The question slipped out before you could stop it. There was no discomfort in his response, no hesitation. He looked at you, his expression steady, his eyes still bright.

 "She does," he said simply.

 "And about Vee?"

 He laughed, not unkindly. He might not fully understand the layers of your protectiveness, but he was empathetic. He couldn’t grasp the depth of everything you’d been through, but he admired your strength.

 "She knows. She knows I’m dating a woman who has a daughter, and she’d love to meet you both."

 Your cheeks burned at the thought. You wondered how he’d described you to her. You’d heard plenty about Ali, thought she sounded amazing, and wanted to meet her too. But this felt different.

 "And what does she think?" you asked, turning to face him. As a mother, you understood that you might not be the best for him, even if the decision wasn't yours to make. On some level, you couldn’t help but feel there was a weight to being with you. Your relationship revolved around Violet’s needs and schedule, and she only had you. 

 Your hands rested against his back as he pressed deeper into your chest, his breath catching in a deep sniffle. “I don’t think she believes you’d be a bad experience for me. Besides, I’m an adult.” His grip on your waist stayed firm, grounding. That truth settled uneasily in your mind, drawing a bitter feeling down your throat. It made you realize the problem was more about your own insecurities than any tangible reality—but that didn’t make it easier.

 “Look, I get why you’re worried. I respect it, and I respect you. A lot. But I don’t see what makes you feel like this, you see?” His cheek remained against your chest, his breathing calm. You traced your fingers through his hair, silently reminding yourself that he wasn’t a threat. Avoiding his gaze made it easier.

 “I don’t want you to regret this—me or Vee. I don’t want you to feel like this time spent with us is something you’ll never get back...” Your voice faltered.

 “Like he did, right?” His arms tightened around you, his embrace warm and steady.

 You whispered your agreement. Eli knew about Vee’s father, how he had chosen not to be involved, and how your relationship before the positive test wasn't bad. Life doesn’t always flow fairly.

 “I won’t hurt her,” he said, lifting his face to meet yours. His eyes locked with yours as he took your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to it. There was care in the gesture, though you could tell he meant it to distract from the weight of his words.

 “El,” you started, needing a moment to steady yourself. When you finally looked at him, you saw the rawness in his gaze. Eli wore his emotions plainly, the edges of his eyes glistening as though his feelings might spill over. He didn’t need to say anything; the unspoken words were there, and you knew how deeply it hurt him to see you like this.

 “I just think I’m not used to this.” You gestured between the two of you, your finger tracing an invisible line. And it was true—you weren’t used to being chosen, let alone prioritized.

 “That’s okay,” he said, ever hopeful. “I’ve never taken care of a kid before either, but you can keep teaching me. We can figure it out together.”

…

 Violet was perched on the marble countertop, nibbling on her scrambled eggs. Interpol played softly in the background, and you found yourself humming along to parts of the song as you rinsed last night's pasta dish—Eli had insisted you eat something before going to bed.

 "He made me eat too. I wasn’t very hungry yesterday," she whispered like she was sharing a secret.

 "That’s just how Eli is," you said, laughing softly. She giggled with you. "I think it’s sweet. I’m glad you ate."

 She nodded thoughtfully, letting the idea settle.      "Do we make the people we love eat?"

 Her words came out a little jumbled, in that endearing way kids sometimes speak, reminding you how small her world still was—and how much of yourself you saw in her. Her conclusion made your heart melt.

 "Maybe we do," you said. "When we love someone, we want them to be okay, healthier, uh, so we do things like that."

 She nodded again, absorbing the answer. "Can we make eggs for him too?"

 Her eyebrows lifted, and you smiled, lifting the lid off the pan so she could see you’d already made extra eggs. You’d eaten some too.

 "Oh!" she exclaimed, her tiny hand flying to her mouth in surprise. "You love him?"

 You laughed, your cheeks warming as you nodded.

 "And you love him too, Vee," you reminded her.

 She agreed easily, her little pause before speaking full of that earnest determination children have when they want to be part of something. "He talks about you," she added, like it was another secret.

 "Does he?" You raised an eyebrow, curious.

 She nodded vigorously. "Last night, he said that you are one of the strongest women he knows and a great mom."

 The rehearsed way she repeated it made you sure Eli had used those exact words. The thought warmed your chest, a little glow settling there.

 "Am I?" you asked her.

 Her grin widened as she stretched her arms out toward you, waiting for a hug. You pulled her close, smiling into her hair.

 She quickly switched gears, singing along to the music in the background. Even the lyrics with swear words slipped out, but you'd agreed she could say them in songs. Your mind stayed on her earlier words, though.

 "Dad, Mom made scrambled eggs for you too," she called brightly when she spotted Eli, his hair messy, face flushed, and freckles more pronounced.

 In her own way, you thought, she was shouting to the world how much you loved him. And he seemed to hear it, his eyes lighting up as his smile spread across his face. Vee had used the word "Dad" again.

 He scooped her up into a hug, holding her tightly while she beamed, his kiss landing on her head.

 "There’s black coffee too, Dad," you teased, leaning in as he pulled you into his arms, your mouth near his ear.

 He squeezed you tighter, his gaze locking onto yours for a quick kiss.

 “It’ll be okay,” he whispered.

 And you knew it would.

 Vee and Eli fell into an easy conversation, her excitement matching his as they got caught up in the music. He kept glancing at you, his fingers brushing your arm or pulling you closer whenever he could. Vee watched it all, the happiness radiating from her.

 She was content—content with you both by her side. And you let yourself think that you really were a family. Because you were.

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Heeeeey, as the self-proclaimed creator of this theory, I wanted to see what do you think of the idea that Eden forgot she commited the murder. Eden has already said that she gets completely lost in her work for over 15 hours in the prologue. In my eyes, this is some sort of coping mechanism to escape reality that she started using after something very bad was happening to her at that time (backstory shit), and so she used something that she liked doing to escape the pain. But, someone (gurl she kissed) got her out of whatever she was going through, and showed her kindness at the time she needed most, and so, Eden started looking up to that person and that's when she decided to be kind to others no matter what happens. Because if she could have the same effect that that person had on her on someone else, then maybe her life was worth living. But, the big thing is that differentiates Eden from the person that saved her, is that Eden is weak. Mentally weak. She couldn't handle pain and suffering, that's the whole reason she tried escaping reality with her work in the first place. Just as Arei said:

Eden started relying on her "savior" in order to get by. She is dependent.

So, what I'm trying to get at is that's exactly what was happening to Eden in the killing game. She couldn't handle the pain and suffering and she didn't have anyone to rely on like before, so her biggest flaw, the fact that she's weak was starting to become more and more prominent. And so, Eden was starting to search for ways to escape reality while still trying to be kind to everyone. Explaining why she said to Levi in CH2 EP1 (I didn't take a screenshot) that she was putting on her "Brave face". But, Eden was getting more and more desperate, and... What Arei said to her in CH2 EP5 was the thing that broke everything for Eden. I think that's exactly when she started "planning" the murder. But, she wasn't in her right state of mind, the same way that she got lost in her work back then. The same exact coping mechanism, a way to escape reality. I think that's why she didn't believe what Arei said to her when Arturo attacked her. This is a reeanactment of what happened to Eden in her backstory. Except, she didn't have her "light". She didn't have her "savior". And so, the murder happened. She went through with it without knowing what she was doing. But, when she killed Arei, she simply collapsed mentally when she returned to her room. She was truly awoken when MonoTV made the secret announcement. I think that Eden is under the impression that what she did was just a nightmare due to the fact that she wasn't in the right state of mind when she commited the murder. She forgot. And I think that pretty much explains all of Eden's behavior in the investigation and the trial.

Also, just adding here, I think that Eden's character arc is going to be getting the strength to accept that she commited the murder. She is not going to escape reality, not anymore, not ever again. Teruko is going to prove it to her that she did it, and she's going to accept that and take her death gracefully. She's going to be strong. And that's something that she never was. And this ties exactly to what the themes of this chapter are. This is going to put into question what the label "good person" truly is. If murder absolute evil, then does that mean that Eden is bad? No. Because Eden is going to show that everyone has things that they can never take back. People can't be perfect, not even people that are "good". Eden had her flaws, but, what matters is that Eden accepted them and was able to change. People are able to change. Arei was able to change. Eden was able to change. A "good person" doesn't exist because what truly matters is accepting your flaws and still choosing to go on to do good for yourself and others. Even if you did bad things in the past, they aren't going to be chained to you forever because everyone is able to change. What matters is what you currently do in the present, and... Someday, "Maybe all of us can be a little less shitty." <--- Arei Nageishi.

(This took me an hour to write send help /silly)

Hey there! Interesting theory! DRDT does have memory as somewhat of a recurring theme (Charles’ amnesia, Rose’s photographic memory, Teruko’s prosopagnosia and forgetting Mai’s name, Levi almost forgetting he killed his father, etc), so this isn’t a completely out-of-left-field idea. I’ll go point by point based on your ask, sorry if there’s a more detailed post I’m missing nuance on :v

Eden has already said that she gets completely lost in her work for over 15 hours in the prologue. In my eyes, this is some sort of coping mechanism to escape reality that she started using after something very bad was happening to her at that time (backstory shit), and so she used something that she liked doing to escape the pain.

It’s plausible, certainly. Though unless I’m forgetting something, I don’t think there’s any indication that Eden’s past holds some kind of tragedy that would cause this. So it’s possible it exists, but it’s also possible that there was no tragedy, and Eden is just Like That, able to focus on something for hours and hours without noticing.

(…Also is it pedantic if I point out it’s technically only 14 hours ‘cause the ”15 hours” was a joke? :p)

But, someone (gurl she kissed) got her out of whatever she was going through, and showed her kindness at the time she needed most, and so, Eden started looking up to that person and that's when she decided to be kind to others no matter what happens.

Uhm, again, possible, but I don’t think there’s evidence for it?

If our opinions differ, it might come down to preferences in theorizing. I generally like to abide by the principle of Russel’s Teapot; that for a claim to be believable, there needs to be proof for it, not just lack of proof against. As a result, I don’t particularly believe your interpretation of Eden’s backstory to be any more believable than any other, even if there’s nothing technically disproving it. You’re obviously allowed to believe it if you want, it’s just personal preference.

Alright so… a big part of this ask is about the themes of weakness and strength and what Eden!Culprit would mean for the messaging of the chapter. I have quite a few thoughts on this, but I feel they’re gonna make more sense after we get through the actual events of your theory. So I’ll skip those details and circle back later.

What Arei said to her in CH2 EP5 was the thing that broke everything for Eden. I think that's exactly when she started "planning" the murder. But, she wasn't in her right state of mind, the same way that she got lost in her work back then. The same exact coping mechanism, a way to escape reality.

So, I think it’s plausible Arei’s insults caused some kind of mental breakdown. But, uh, small nitpick. If she’s returning to old coping mechanisms, wouldn’t she… go make clocks again? I get that she doesn’t have the tools to do that, but even then, I feel like the escalation is quite abrupt. “Can’t make clocks here, so I might as well just set up an elaborate murder method to snap Arei’s neck!” (?)

This is a reeanactment of what happened to Eden in her backstory. Except, she didn't have her "light". She didn't have her "savior".

And so, the murder happened. She went through with it without knowing what she was doing. But, when she killed Arei, she simply collapsed mentally when she returned to her room. She was truly awoken when MonoTV made the secret announcement. I think that Eden is under the impression that what she did was just a nightmare due to the fact that she wasn't in the right state of mind when she commited the murder. She forgot. And I think that pretty much explains all of Eden's behavior in the investigation and the trial.

Alright, so this is the big thesis. Once more, technically speaking I can’t disprove it. And you’re right that there’s a few instances of dialogue where Eden!Culprit could make more sense if Eden lost her memories, such as Eden’s reaction to Arei not appearing for the motive announcement. So, plausible, but I’m not entirely convinced. The evidence doesn’t feel super compelling as far as I can tell, so while it’s fine if you believe it, I’m going to wait for further clarification before considering it likely.

So we’ve gone through the physical aspect of the theory, but there’s also an analysis to be had on the themes and the character arc that your ask posits. Now, you wrote a lot, which I appreciate as I always enjoy well-thought out DRDT takes like yours, but let me try to summarize for the sake of clarity. Sorry in advance if I misinterpret or misrepresent you.

(Paraphrased) Eden’s biggest character flaw is her mental weakness, because she escapes reality rather than confronting it. The climax of the trial will have her go on a character arc where she gains the strength to confront reality and admit she killed Arei. This will show that Ideal Good People don’t exist, because even Eden can make mistakes, and all that matters is trying to improve oneself and fix those mistakes.

Alright, there’s a lot there. Before I give my thoughts, keep in mind interpretations on characters and themes are deeply subjective, especially when there’s speculation involved like in this case, I respect your opinions, etc. With that disclaimer, here’s a summary of my own thoughts:

(Also all this assumes Eden!Culprit btw)

-Agree that strength and weakness are important themes to Arei and Eden’s characters, recap foils go brrr.

-Disagree that Eden doesn’t confront reality.

-Disagree that Eden is mentally weak, and especially that this is her biggest character flaw.

-Agree that this chapter is trying to send the message that Ideal Good People don’t exist, no one’s perfect.

-Agree that self-improvement is an important theme of this chapter.

-Disagree that this theory would send the message that Ideal Good People don’t exist.

Alright, so, to go more in depth. First, Eden does face reality, and I’d argue this is even one of the core aspects of her character.

Eden: Life is really cruel, Teruko. I’m not so blindly optimistic as to ignore that.

Eden straight up tells Teruko this. She knows there’s bad things in the world, but she wants to remain kind despite it. Her putting on a “brave face” for the others isn’t her ignoring the horrors of the killing game, but rather, choosing to remain strong against this horrors for the sake of everyone else.

And she’s certainly not ignoring her situation. One of Eden’s defining characteristics is that she’s always looking for a way out of the killing game. She says it in CH1:

Eden: Don’t forget that we all have the same goal: to leave this place. Give it your best and don’t be discouraged if we don’t find a way out on day one!

She says it in the start of CH2:

Eden: So, uh… I’ve been spending a lot of time investigating around, looking for a potential exit—

She shares plans with both Veronika and Hu to end the killing game and deal with the CH2 motive respectively:

Veronika: You know, Eden once thought of an interesting plan to end the killing game. Based on everything we know, it could theoretically work.

Hu: And after [Eden and I] were done, we talked for quite some time, brainstorming ways to deal with the motive.

This is confronting reality. This is seeing a bad situation, but choosing to remain optimistic. This is strength, a strength that Arei lacked.

You can’t talk about Eden’s strengths and weaknesses without bringing up Arei’s. Superficially, Arei seems stronger; physically more powerful, less bothered by insults and jabs, more assertive and louder. But Arei’s strength is a facade; she throws a fit when she’s not invited to the cake baking, and she breaks down in the playground because of Eden’s kindness.

This is because, when faced with unkindness, Arei chose to defend herself with unkindness in turn. And make no mistake; Arei survived her childhood, which is a lot, and it makes her strong in her own way. But by the time the killing game started, her cruelty was unwarranted, it was born from weakness.

Arei’s arc is to find Eden’s strength, the strength to better yourself and try to be “less shitty” every day. This is where we agree; good people are those who try their best, regardless of how many mistakes they make.

What is the end of the trial going to look like, then? I think it’s hard to tell at this point, but I do agree that it would have something to say about Eden not being an Ideally Good Person who Never Hurts Anyone. Even if she’s strong, she’s not infinitely strong like Arei used to think Eden was, and so something managed to break through her strength. I’m struggling with what though.

(This section used to be longer because I got speculative but frankly I don’t think the things that used to be here are solid enough to work)

This is why I kinda don’t like this from a narrative standpoint. If Eden dissociated (is that the right term?) through the murder, then she by the time the chapter ends, she’s still an Ideal Good Person. If she didn’t concoiously choose to kill Arei, and she didn’t consciously try to win the class trial, then she never hurt anyone on purpose and still sorta goes out as someone who can Do No Wrong.

What’s her mistake here? She didn’t handle her stress well enough? Seems a bit… underwhelming. Compare it to the mistakes of the other “Ideal Good People” (aka those who’ve been referred to as a “good person” this chapter, other than Teruko referring to herself as “not a good person”) and it’s, like… Xander and Nico tried to kill people, David is a massive liar who wanted everyone to die in the trial, Levi has killed in the past, meanwhile Eden needs a therapist. Like that goes for everyone in the cast what-

Then again, I can’t actually tell how much I’ll like a twist until I see it executed, and “I don’t personally like it” isn’t counter evidence, so that’s a bit of a moot point.

Anyways, overall, interesting possibility, and solid character analysis and predictions, but I currently don’t see enough reason to believe it, and kinda disagree with some of your interpretations on Eden’s character. Still, though, it was a good read, so thanks a lot for sharing!

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I’m finally writing the last chapter. I’m crying and cheering. It’s crazy I started this fic over a year ago. Anyway, here is a short snippet to tide you over until the next and final chapter. Prepare your tissues and snuggle into those blankets. You’re gonna want them for the last chapter. Without further ado, enjoy your tiny spoiler 😊

SERIES MASTER LIST | MAIN MASTER LIST

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When he finally reached them, Joel couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of deja vu. There Ellie and Piper stood, gazing out across a city. The sun light reflected off the shattered windows off the skyline. Nature overcame the city. Vines and trees ensnared everything in sight.

“So… is it everything ya hoped for?” Joel repeated himself.

Ellie grinned. “It’s got its ups and downs… but you can’t deny that view.”

Joel laughed and then joined them. The view was pretty nice. His eyes scanned the scene and froze on what appeared to be a hospital.

“Look,” he turned to Ellie and Piper. “I don’t know exactly where this hospital is…”

“Yeah, we’ll find it.” Ellie didn’t remove her gaze from the view.

“Sure. It’s just…” Joel trailed off thinking of his next words. “Maybe there’s nothin’ bad out there, but so far there’s always been somethin’ bad out there.”

“We’re still here, though.” Ellie was facing him now.

“I know. I’m only saying there’s risk.” Taking a deep breath, Joel ensured he had both girls' full attention. “We don’t have to do this. I just… I want you to know that.”

Piper froze. All of a sudden she felt like she was on fire. *Did she want to do this?* She knew what awaited her and Ellie. Sick boiled in her stomach, and Piper wished she hadn’t eaten anything that day.

“What do you mean? What else are we supposed to do?” Ellie questioned.

“Nothin’. We just go back to Tommy’s.” By the way, Joel spoke, Piper could tell it was all he wanted to do. “We forget about the whole damn thing.”

Ellie shook her head. “After all we’ve been through… everything I’ve done… it can’t be for nothing.”

With Ellie’s confirmation, Piper knew her answer. She could see the hope in Ellie’s eyes. Those eyes that had been so void of anything since their entrapment with David. Piper had already failed Ellie once. She knew she couldn’t do it again. How would she live with herself if she let her sister blindly walk alone into death's hands?

“I know you mean well,” Joel began.

Standing straighter, Ellie interrupted. “I know you wanna protect me. You have. And when we’re done, we’ll go wherever you want. Tommy’s, sheep ranch, the moon.” Joel laughed.

Inside, Piper cried. Her dream flashed in her mind. She returned to it every night and almost stayed in the dream that day. God, Piper wanted more than anything to have her dream come true. She wanted it more than anything. But Piper had made a promise. It was her and Ellie until the end, and if Ellie wanted to march right into death's arms, so would she. After all, maybe then Piper could do something good. Maybe in her death, she’d finally be able to do what she always wished. Maybe then she’d be able to save someone instead of killing.

“I’ll follow you anywhere you go,” Ellie continued. “ But there’s no halfway with this. We finish what we started.”

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WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DISMEMBERRING

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✧CHAPTER 5✧

About a week past, the two enemies had full fledged fights downstairs, but didn’t scream or shout so much due to there being a baby in the house. No one suspected a thing as the 2 came to school as per usual, knowing that the baby is safe with the maid. However, Yunjin did find out about their baby secret, and decided to support y/n’s choice, seeing how genuine the girl was. 

Y/n smiled as she rocked the little baby, Yunjin helping her put some shopping in the car’s boot. “Y/n? Yunjin- I- aww who’s this little cutie~” Jake sang as he poked the baby’s cheek, Riki stood right behind Jake, rolling his eyes when he saw y/n “Uh me and Yunjin had a baby together-” y/n said as Yunjin frowned, turning to face her .

“Gurl. I’m way too old to date you- let alone have a baby with you” Yunjin pointed out. “Ha… haha! You believed it for a sec- nah I’m just watching over this little one for a relative” y/n said as Jake understandingly nodded. “Hyung. I don’t want to be here.” Riki said as Jake rolled his eyes “Kay ima drag him away before another fight starts” Jake said walking away with the taller male.

Sighing, y/n gently placed the 5 month old in her carrycot, making sure it was securely strapped to the car seat. Yunjin started driving as y/n sat in the back with the baby. “Y/n… what would you do if the baby’s an orphan?...” Yunjin asked as the girl frowned. “I’ll adopt it.” she simply said as Yunjin glanced up at the mirror, “Huh- why not leave her at an orphanage with other kids?” she asked as the girl played with the baby’s hands.

“I don’t want to… She deserves to have at least someone in her life who she can run to and count on knowing that the person whom she trusts doesn't get paid to be a Guardian… plus the luckiest kids there do end up getting adopted. Didn’t I?” y/n asked as she looked in the mirror, Yunjin’s view now on the road ahead. “Well you didn’t exactly get the best parents… If anything you’re lucky Sunoo’s your brother.” She pointed out as the girl smiled. 

“But this baby girl won’t have to worry about landing in a bad family… she has me… I’ll remind her she’s always beautiful, and I won’t let a single soul hurt her” y/n said with a smile as she stared down at the baby. “I’d be more like a best friend than a mother” she added as the baby cooed, gripping onto her finger, softly. Yunjin didn’t bother trying to reason with the girl, she heaved a sigh and continued driving them home.

“So Sunoo’s paying you to babysit y/n? Why not Jay?” Jake asked as Riki groaned “Stop asking so many questions… I just need to stay out of my house and out of dad’s sight for a while, okay?” Riki said, hearing this, Jake didn’t bother asking any follow up questions. “Damn she has a fancy ass greenhouse? How’d she afford that?” Jake asked, as he stared outside, into the garden. “Assuming Sunoo bought it- there’s a shit ton of butterflies inside-” Riki said as he went to the fridge and grabbed himself a beer can. 

“Time away from your dad and free alcohol, no wonder you wanted to stick around in this place.” Jake said as Riki snickered, throwing the male a can. “The best stuff is in her bedroom-” Riki said with a smirk as Jake gave him a rather horrified look “Not that you dirty minded shit. She has weed-” Riki said as Jake rolled his eyes “Anyways, the girls are on their way back, you best get going. I’ll see you at the race track tonight, yeah?” Riki said as Jake got up to leave. “I still don’t think you should be racing…” Jake trailed off, concern somewhat evident in his voice.

Not too long later, y/n arrived with the baby, the tiny little girl, safely in her arms, as she walked around the room, rocking her gently. Riki’s eyes fixed on the 2 girls. “I got a call from the police regarding the baby… they found her mom” Riki said as y/n turned to him “They did? Where is she? Is she-” “They found her body… someone murdered her.” Riki explained, cutting of y/n’s questions. “Oh… did they find her father?” she asked, hugging the baby closer to herself “He’s their suspect… they found his DNA on the butchers knife used to chop up her limbs… and he fled the country…” Riki added as the girl stared in horror.

“Yeah… you might have to take her to the orphanage after all” Riki simply said as he got up, stretching. “No. I’m keeping her…” y/n said as Riki frowned “You’re seventeen y/n. Be for real.” Riki said as the girl shrugged “I mean I took good care of her all this time didn’t I?” she asked as Riki scoffed “No- you had me to help you out, when I leave, you will end up hurting the poor thing.” Riki simply said as the girl ignored him. “Since when have I ever listened to you Nishimura?...” she simply asked, the baby now asleep on her chest. 

“Fuck you’re so annoying Kim y/n… can’t believe I have to be stuck under the same roof as you.” Riki mumbled, as he glared at the girl. Heck he wondered why he even bothered to help her all this time, he hates her, he hates her with pure passion. He really does… does he?....

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JUST 4 U BB GURL

Focuses on a female reader~

Warning: contains themes of unhealthy possessive behavior!

It was the longest elevator ride of his life.

Though, at least for Leon, he was given a grand view as opposed to being locked in the dingy darkness that reeked of blood and torture.

His eyes--ever in their cool blue hue--shifted from the glass panel that glimpsed out towards New York City to you.

And what a gorgeous sight to behold.

After all, you were royalty, so of course you carried an air of lavish wealth and prestige--the stylish clothes you wore, your choice in fragrance, down to the way you spoke and held your cutlery during meals.

From rescuing the daughter of the President to guarding a queen to be--he wondered just exactly when his life became that of a secret agent in a romcom, as he would snort to himself.

Yet perhaps fiction was appropriate for this situation.

You were royalty, so it was to be expected that you would be rather out of touch with the world. Though, instead of finding that to be annoying, he couldn’t help but find it charming, cute almost.

Despite your status, you were gracious and kind, ever happy to help others, whether it was cheekily leaving a sizeable donation check to a local school on the way to a gala, to fussing over his own well-being after realizing he was up all night on security detail. If you lifted your hand to the sky, he wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest if hummingbirds and butterflies fluttered down in greeting--you were truly straight out of a fairy tale.

And out of his fantasies too, it felt like.

Your looks so gorgeous like that of a masterpiece in the Louvre, your voice so captivating whenever you indulged him on stories growing up in a palace, your hands so soft whenever they would inspect his, and most of all--your heart, so pure of all.

You were meant to be his mission first--overseeing your evacuation out of the country before an encroaching war broke out as per the terms of an imminent alliance treaty between your nation and the U.S., protecting you all the way over until you could reunite with your family in New York City.

It didn’t take too long for him to grow attached. After all, with the likes of Ada and Ashley--they all left as quickly as they arrived. The former to the opposing side (whichever one she fancied at the time), the latter to a life of peace that any college girl ought to enjoy.

And the thought of watching you leave, of saying goodbye with no assurance to be together again--he couldn’t bear the idea of being left alone again, even if it was the life that he was meant to live.

A sense of sickening betrayal was brewing within his heart the moment that thought came to mind.

What if he simply refused to hand you over?

You let out a yawn, a precious sound that stirred him from the dark depths of his thoughts.

His attention turned back towards the floor indicator, watching as the number dwindled closer to the bottom.

In a matter of moments, he would bring you to the car manned by Secret Service that would escort you to the undisclosed hotel where your family were currently residing in.

Leon’s eyes focused on you once more.

Catching his gaze, you smiled at him sweetly before playfully whining how you couldn’t wait to get to bed.

Temptation.

He wondered if Krauser felt any hesitance when he abducted Ashley.

A silly, meaningless question that he knew the answer to. Krauser had his own desire for power as motivation.

He just had his desire for you.

The elevator continued its descent down.

And so did Leon.

His palm slammed against the emergency stop, all while he readied his other arm to catch you for when you were jostled forward with a yelp.

As you uttered his name in confusion, your body stiffened as you were suddenly taken into his arms, his embrace tight and unyielding.

“Sorry...” he began, his tone quiet at first.

But as he basked in the scent of perfume and the gentle warmth of your body heat, he knew there was no way back from this. “I just remembered I’ve got a quicker way in mind to get you where you need to be.”

Through another floor, the ceiling of the elevator--he was taking you back with him.

After all, what was a princess without a knight risking everything in her honor?

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Aquia route spoilers

(note : I will continue giving spoilers here. I will be updating everything here)

Chapter 1 : just like other routes, MC is struggling how to do magic. She was with Rio. The only different thing is the professor. It was a legit 40 year old man, and not an S Rank prince! Can you believe that?! Ikr. Shocking. After that, students take turns to light up a paper on fire on front of the class! If I can't do something right, I just arrived at a new school, ngl I would've had a panic attack but thankfully MC didn't get called. But guess who was? Aquia, exactly. He can't light the paper on fire. So he and the MC needs to stay in class until they can. That's basically it.

Chapter 2 : it's just sad how Guy treats Aquia ngl. Like boy did not do anything wrong. He just said like hey my mom have an invitation. And guess what? Guy said : is not the moment. Like WHAT KINDA BROTHER IS THAT?! And Aquia was so understanding and still adores Guy! Like WTF?! One thing I'm gld though that the MC is still not shaded by other girls or guys because she's just not hanging around with the S Rank princes much so gurlie pop isn't something mind blowing. But she still has a friendship dilemma since she wants to have friends and blend in too but they're all talking about mgic or other stuff that she doesn't understand so...

Chapter 3 is not really interesting it went like normal. Toa is the professor. That's it. And both MC and Aquia is struggling but his POV/special story is something though. Boy was so insecure and always doubts himself. I just wanna smack some sense and some love to him. Like bro needs love. Anyways he did use some magic but he made the class covered in smoke. I guess that should count?

Chapter 4 : MC met Aquia in like the garden after her trip from the library. I think this is where she is friends with Aquia. Aquia is shown to compare himself to Guy. But one thing I like is the MC telling him that Aquia is Aquia, not Guy. So like he shouldn't compare himself and his magical capabilities.

Chapter 5 : they indeed got closer. MC and Aquia went to a rune and then tragedy struck. MC's collar is off. Aquia was like : gurl, why is you eye black? And MC panicked about her choker and Aquia's magic was amplified. At least it wasn't from a forceful kiss like the one with his brother, Guy. That's an improvement. Aquia was genuinely worried. (Unlike Guy LOL). Aquia was so nice that when MC was panicking and searching for her choker, Aquia was warning her about a dangerous plant or something. Such a nice guy, not taking advantage of the MC. UNLIKE HIS OWN BROTHER!! Aquia even waited for MC and understood that her choker was something important. Instead of leaving her in the dust, he throwed his button from his own shirt to distract the plant. What a gentleman!

Chapter 6 : Aquia finally questioned MC after they're both safe. He mentioned about MC's signilum anarcum thingy and how her eyes are like the creator's. But before he could ask more questions, Lou FINALLY butt in. Like why can't he save the kids earlier? Their lives were literally in danger! And what he commented first was like : "I send's MC's powers leaking or sum." And then he just went ape shit on Aquia explaining things about the MC. Poor boy was already questioning himself and now Lou adds more questions. But he was very understanding about MC's situation though. Such a nice man! He even promised Lou not to tell anyone. They went back to school super late and super starving and suddenly Aquia was called by a woman.

Chapter 7 : I knew it! It was Rahm! And another man. Aquia called him his grandfather (probably from his mother's side) Aquia introduced her to Rahm and Rahm was like "ahh, hello Aquia's classmate." I was right, the grandpa was from his maternal side. His name is Geo Harvey. Something like that. Because Jio Harvey just sounds weird ngl. So I assumed his name is Geo. After the introduction, they all went to the dormitories. Like in Guy's route, she asks MC how Aquia is doing in class. But suddenly Rahm saw something off with Aquia's clothes and she was like "Did you do something with plats again?!" She was furious. Like can't she just be a tad bit supportive? She's literally pressuring her son and pestering about her son's test and all. The only one that looks calm and supportive of him is his grandpa ngl.

[the-pessimist-and-his-cat]

Hi! I wanted to ask you about something. We all know what Way did which left Babe heartbroken.. and it was horrible, but when Babe saw Way dying (yeah another “I’m alive bit*ch agenda”) he forgave him. But my question is, do you think that Babe forgave him because Way is his friend and deep down he believes that Way can be good person or he did that because he didn’t want to let him die? What if in first season Way would be alive, would it change anything? I mean would Babe behave differently or regret forgiving Way? I hope you know what I mean.. after knowing that Way is alive (as it seems to be) I’m curious what’s gonna be everyone’s reaction

Hello hello!

Funny enough, I read your ask before taking a shower, so I had ample time to think about it like any Maladaptive daydreamer.... debating and making speeches with myself in the shower :)

Be prepared for a loooong ass answer!

Let's get it out of the way (no pun intended) by clarifying one thing:

What Way did was horrible and disgusting. If he had stopped before Charlie's interference, then I would have forgiven him and be like "well, he at least snapped out of it", but he didn't, which meant if Charlie hadn't been there, he would have raped Babe and his justification for such an act was "I get you pregnant, daddy will be happy and leave us be" and I, as an audiance, be like "uhhh... then after the baby is born... then what? You just gonna give your child to Tony to sell it off or raise him like he did with ya'll???? Is that your master plan???" Soooo yeah. He deserves to receive such cold shoulders and insults from Babe and X hunter crew.

Now as for Babe....

It's both the reasons that you mentioned.

He didn't exactly forgive him fully; otherwise, we didn’t have that nightmare scene in the S2 trailer. It shows that Babe still has lingering fears and doubts and feeling betrayed.

I mean, having a very close friend where you considered a family that you didn't have (like Babe's father) or didn't get (like Tony). A brother that you shared ups and downs of your life with, the cheap dinners, the failed novice car racings, the heart-to-heart conversations... and to see that very dear person in your life not only lied to you, not only tried to rape you but mind controlled you into thinking that you are undeserving of having a real love, that everybody is out to get you, that you will be forever alone with just you and him against the cruel twisted world FOR THE PAST 10 YEARS..... gurl.. I.... the more I think about it... the more terrifying and heartbreaking it gets.

But the thing is... as a result of Way's manipulations and Babe's sad past, he's STARVING.

He wants to trust, he wants to love.

He hates to be manipulated and lied to. He hates betrayal....

And yet, he easily forgave Charlie when he hid his connection to Tony and Jeff. He easily forgave him when Charlie told him that he took his powers (see the parallels between Charlie touching Babe's skin to use his absorption powers and Way also doing the same with his mind control powers?) To be honest, that scene of Babe forgiving Charlie was a whiplash that I couldn't digest quick enough. (Sure, it could be lazy writing, but it also aligns with Babe's personality, which him being so starved for affection that he forgives with just a little push.)

Same thing with Charlie faking his death. Babe was just so glad that he didn't even care and forgave him!

Same thing with Babe's father! He didn't fully forgave him, but he hugged him because he was just so glad to have his dad back. The same dad who he was content to have a simple cold meal with because he at least had a family who gave him affection and wasn't alone.

Honestly, Babe is so tragic and vulnerable and beautiful that if he was real, I would have protected him to the death, even from Charlie (that boy did do some shady stuff and treated Babe like a child that couldn't be trusted with his secrets and plans so Charlie...dude... Babe gave you his heart fully... don't fuck it up in season two or else... 🗡 🙂)

As I said, it could be both of your reasons.

Having such a very close friend for 10 years and doing such horrible things to you won’t erase the loving and precious memories that are engraved in your heart and mind and Babe in that moment, when he thought that he lost Way, he forgave him (not fully) so that Way could see this and fight for survival, so that Babe doesn't loss the one brother, one family that he held above all. He even lied to him that he loved him after Way (seemingly) died so that maybe, just maybe, he opens his eyes.

He already thinks Way could go back to the same person he knew, a good loving being who listens to his rants and was with him through thick and thin and I truly believe if Way had been alive by the end of the finale, he still would have continued to forgive him. Sure, their relationship won't be the same anymore. There will never be unguarded smiles, late night cheap dinners, or heart-to-heart small talks, but they would meet (accidentally or through shared acquaintances) and acknowledge each other's presence with a polite nod (maybe even one or two unintentional banter between them) but that's about it.

As of now, if he finds out that Way is alive in S2.... it really really depends on what Way's agenda is and what actions Way takes.

THIS... this is what gonna make their relationship back to what it was (or something as close to it) or damage it beyond repair.

Sorry and thanks for reading this long ass answer :)

P.s. Way is as interesting as Babe because he has sooooo much layers of fucked up angst that's insane!

[marengogo]

UGH!-10: Welcome, to the not-so-Magical World of Idols

I’ll be There & Who focused playlist

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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Howdy-do to all you smart Gurls, passionate Bois and brave Enbys!

I hope that you are doing well and that you are all packed and ready, as today, is finally the day. No, regrettably, we are not going to Oz, but we are off to a very treacherous, and to some bewildering, journey nonetheless. So grab your comfort whatever food, drink, plushie, etc and hold on tight cause it's about to be a looooooong and bumpy ride all the way to, and through; Idol World not the show by the way 😬.

🛫 Once again, welcome aboard flight DSS-875. This is Captain Marengo speaking and I would like to share some safety information for your flight today. Though the topic at hand is Idols, we are only going to be discussing Male Korean Idols as this journey is aimed to eventually demonstrate how the boys from Bangtan could successfully manage to escape from said “World”. In order to do so we will be making use of a couple of Definitions and a bit of History, and as always, logical deductions and educated guessing will be applied. As of present, the weather on our route is a bit overcast, with some rain, and I do expect a bit of turbulence. That being said, I’d like to wish you all a pleasant flight and on behalf of myself, thank you for choosing Deep Space Sparkle as your airline today. ✈️

Let's go!

If, like me, you've unfortunately made it a habit to spend an unhealthy amount of time on the Blue Bird App, you will have noticed the increasing amount of abhorrence felt by Western fans with regards to the usual treatment of Korean Idols. Notice how I highlighted those two words? Yeah …Thing is, in our present day, a Korean Idol, and their Korean fans, will never be shocked at their blatantly unfair treatment. However, for us Western fans, who only have Boy Bands as a frame of reference, such treatment is unheard of, unacceptable, and just down-right stupid.

Of Male Korean Idols and Male Western Boy Bands

The concept of Idol originated in Japan in the 1960s, and was later on adopted by Koreans as well in the 1980s. An Idol can be a musician, but can also be an actor, a dancer, a model, etc, whereas if you are part of a Boy Band, being able to sing is literally the one thing you should be able to do. Below is an excerpt found in the Wikipedia page talking about Japanese Idols, which I believe perfectly explain what an Entertainment Idol actually is:

Let’s keep in mind the words Sell Dream and Escapism, it will come in handy later. Now, because of my “limited” experience with Japanese Idols, as you all know ARASHI is very dear to me, I’d like to offer my two cents on something I’ve been wondering about with regards to the name Idol itself. Below are the definitions of the words Idol and Ideal:

For the longest time I've wondered if Japan named this type of entertainers Idols even though what they perhaps meant was actually Ideal? But then Ideal doesn’t sound as powerful as Idol, does it? Regardless, at the end of the day, that’s exactly what an Idol is; an Ideal. An Ideal that is being “sold” for lack of better words and fans can “buy” this Ideal, which was made specifically for them I mean when you think about it now, in 2024, it is a terribly dangerous “product”, but in the 1960s, they probably couldn’t even imagine things like cellphones would exist so …. In comparison, we in the West never had high expectations for our Boy Bands. Sure, dancing was fun if there was any, but we didn’t really care if we did AJ would have gotten the love he deserved 😩 all we needed was a handsome face singing about how they were gonna love us forever. Literally, that was it. The definition of bare minimum.

Eventually, once we’d grow up because don’t forget that Boy Bands are primarily considered a teen phenomenon …, so would our Boys in the Band, and we would fully expect them to fall in love with someone, preferably us, but still someone. Eventually when they would fall in love and get married, sure, there would be some fans crying cause, “it should have been me”, but that would have been about it. After a week or so we would have either made peace with it, or it would be off to Boy Band Graduation Station🫡. But A Korean Idol? Falling in love with an actual person? How is that possible when the instructions on the box clearly state that they are here for me? Like … you are telling me that, you who is supposed to be here for me are now going to be property of someone else? Like.. I literally bought you, don’t play with me! …😬🤡😩

Now before we land, I’d like to share a bit of history.

The first group to be considered an Idol Group in Korea is H.O.T., an 5M group, so here I present their debut song “Candy” - September 7, 1996. 

In comparison, around the same time, the biggest Boy Band in the West actually world in 1996 was … you’ve guessed it … Backstreet Boys. So here I give you their debut song, which was actually from the previous year one of my fav BSB songs btw “We’ve Got It Goin’ On” - September 11, 1995.

On one hand we have five American boys from Orlando, who also introduced themselves, so that we all could remember their names right away with their first song smart AF if you ask me, and just seemingly having a good time. They are not promising you the world off the bat, but they are letting you know that they are cool AF and maybe you should hang? Whereas H.O.T. are five boys from Seoul telling you that they woke up with the intention of breaking up with you, so y’all already in a relationship, like … but basically despite all odds, you are the best thing on this planet and so they will not break up, and instead they are going to be with you; forever. Basically, one group is flirting but promising nothing, the other is already committed to you. And that is basically one way you can describe the difference between Western Boy Bands and Korean Male Idols, but in better words:

A Boy in a Band would love to be heard, an Idol really needs to be heard.

✈️ I’ve already started my descent procedure into Idol World Airport. We expect to land in the next 30 seconds as scheduled. The weather is still overcast and rain is still falling. Nonetheless, we wish you a pleasant stay in Idol World and I hope to see you again very soon. On behalf of myself, thank you for choosing Deep Space Sparkle this weekend. 🛬

More Coldplay, Less One Direction

Our boys didn’t come from that Orlando Boy Band platform, they came from the Seoul Korean Idol one, and this is something we need to understand, because when they signed up to be idols, they originally signed up to sell dreams and be your means to escape reality, willingly or not. And I am not saying that escapism is bad, not at all, but like all things it has its negative side, and I can positively say that nowadays, Idol Culture is mostly associated with unhealthy escapism, which subconsciously, is one of the reasons why 4RMY fights tooth and nail to prove that 875 is for example not-Kpop. And by not-Kpop we actually mean that Bangtan are not Idols, and by not-Idols we actually mean they are not a boy band, and by not-a-boy-band we actually mean that they are more like Coldplay and not like One Direction… does that make sense? 

Let’s take a quick look at 4RMY before the Tannies: I’m a 90s kid, meaning I was around when Boy Bands were IT, from Take That all the way to Blue who were officially my last Boy Band. I was there when boys would try and cover the “As Long As You Love Me” dance in order to impress girls in elementary school and I was there when, during my last year of high school, N*SYNC disbanded and Boy Bands were officially declared uncool/losers, same as the people who liked them seriously and were not teenage girls because, once again, never forget: teenage girls only are allowed to like boy bands 🤡. In fact, One Direction even being a thing was probably because the West suddenly felt some sort of Boy Band Nostalgia, as there hadn’t been a good Boy Band or any at all actually for almost a decade then. 

But eventually, they ultimately became more of the same: one member was the most popular, the relationship between the members wasn’t as good as they were portraying it to be, the songs were always the same topic, etc etc etc. So when 875 slowly made its way into our lives, they came like a breath of fresh air, for us who didn’t even notice that we actually weren’t breathing. To begin with, even though we couldn’t understand the lyrics, the fact that the musical production was top-notch, was enough to keep you listening. Then, realising that these boys could really sing, that they could really dance, really rap and that they really did get along, was short of mind-blowing for many. And that was it; we were locked in. 

Now, Let’s Look at the Tannies before 4RMY: To be anyone in the Idol World in the big year of 2010 everybody knew you had to be part of either Y6, JY9 or 5M, aka The Big 3. Nevertheless, hundreds of other little Idol Companies did exist, because every once in a while there would be a not-Big-3 One Hit Wonder, which could put you on the map. But also, and probably mainly, if you are a musician, a performer, a rapper, ultimately you would appreciate people appreciating your art, so any company is better than no Company at all. Hence, when the boys found their way into Big H1t, I am sure they didn’t go with the intention of winning a Daesang, they knew they couldn’t happen, I’d assume that all they wanted was a platform, a stage to perform.

Because they weren’t part of the Big 3, they were not as busy as their counterpart Big 3 groups who were constantly on shows, ads etc. They had time on their hands, but they didn’t waste it. In addition to the endless hours of training that any Idol Trainee in any company would have to do, they used the hell out of their YT channel, because what did they have to lose? Dance practice, song covers, YT challenges, V-logs, Blue Bird app updates, fancafes etc etc etc. They probably figured that if the majority of the people in their own country weren’t interested, someone in the world might be. And they were right; people in the world started tuning in.

And so it was that a group of Male Korean Idols found their perfect group of fans. Fans who genuinely wanted to listen to what they had to say, to watch them dance, to laugh with them, not because they owe it to the fans, but because it made them both happy to do so. Eventually the fandom grew to unimaginable proportions and the artist reached unbelievable fame, achieving goal after goal after goal, so much so that I mistakenly thought that we had actually managed to free the boys from Idol World (as I naively said here → QA~C 8). But I’m realising now, as I am writing this blog that The Genie is Still In The blasted Lamp.

875 are still trapped on Idol World, but not for lack of trying to get out of it mind you. Most definitely Chapter 2 has made escaping virtually impossible. “But 875 have transcended Idol World Marengo, what are you saying?” You might want to tell me, and I would ask you: Have they really now? When a man is being made a public example for falling off a scooter in front of his own house. When a man was potentially dating and its fandom went literally berserk and through obnoxious lengths to try and deny it. When said fandom can’t even manage to pull up to stream for all members when needed. Basically all the Laws in Idol World still fully apply to our boys. 

Even after Chapter 2 ends, when the boys are all together, will we ever be able to get them out? Mmmm … I think that perhaps what it is, rather than getting them out, we probably would need to redefine what an Idol is, change the Laws within the World, so to say. Make it so that fans of Idols are not being given the authority, and liberty, to think they are actually “buying people” instead of “their art”. But like everything which involves money, and the Idol World racks in a lot of it, this is very much easier said than done. We are after all talking about trying to change an almost 40 year old institution in a country where women are finding it hard to even be treated with decency 😩😩😩. 

Obviously I don’t know what the solution is, but I am sure there is one, there has to be. There has to be one because the Tannies deserve to have a carefree career like Coldplay. That would literally be the ultimate goal. A career where they don’t have to worry about who they date, where they live, who they talk to, what they eat etc, but just enjoy making music and having a blast while performing it, with a fandom that respects them and looks forward to listening and supporting them. Once again, I know Chapter 2 hasn’t been easy but the most important thing at the moment, is to do what @chikooritajjk say they literally say this 👏🏾 every 👏🏾 single 👏🏾 time 👏🏾: WE GOTTA TRUST THE BOYS. Everything else will solve itself eventually, Karma will make sure of it. 

And I am done. Idol World is hella big, so I’d suggest you go wander around a little just to understand the environment that the boys are still connected to, and in their own way I’ve been trying to change for the better. Don’t stay too long though, or wander too far, some areas are hella dangerous I tell you, and nobody has any business being there. Oh and have you heard of this new song called I’ll Be There by Jin of 875? Is very good, you should check it out while you wander. 

Always respectfully yours,

Marengo.

[waitmyturtles]

My first-ever dalliance with an Our Skyy property (I didn’t watch Never Let Me Go or Star In My Mind)! Some thoughts on Our Skyy 2: The Eclipse, episode 1:

First off, The Eclipse was my first GMMTV BL ever ever ever, which I watched after finishing KinnPorsche. I literally had no idea who anyone was, from the actors to Golf, no one. Going in super-DUPER fresh, I generally loved the script, and COMPLETELY loved the direction and cinematography. I loved that the storyline relied on emotional heat up until it made sense to introduce physical heat. I had my criticisms about how the Thua storyline played out -- I did not realize this until @bengiyo shared with me that two episodes had been cut from the original series order, which helps me to understand that whole debacle a lot better in hindsight.

I loved the show a lot, and already have a ton of nostalgia for it, and I’m excited that my old Thai BLs watchlist will give me more by way of First, especially in Not Me (and besides BLs.... yes, I’m still very much considering watching The Shipper for all the other simpy darlings in it) (cough cough Ohm cough Jennie cough).

ANYWAY, I’m seeing on the internet a lot of consternation for this first episode, but I thought it was FABULOUS.

I want to see people in relationships dealing with shit! Like grown-up humans! Yes, the boys are young -- dang, they’re just graduating high school! They’re young adults, like YOUNG, and figuring out their shit. (Isn’t it... SCREAMINGLY obvious that Aye is keeping the birthday secret from Akk?) (I always thought of Akk as a slightly over-serious weenie, and look -- First plays that up SO WELL.) (And Ayan knows this and is messing with Akk, and so what?) (Because boyfriends are going to learn how to balance each other out, and that’s exactly what’s happening here!)

I blog about trauma and messes all the time, because trauma and messes are really real in the real world. Surely I look to dramas to show me alternate realities of happy fluff and happy endings, but, as I always write here: the thing that really gets me in particular about Thai dramas is the Thai filmmaking penchant to NOT look away from the messy, gory, emotional details of relationships needing to be ironed out. It’s truly beautiful art to me when a writer or director can get into that without shying away from it.

I reblogged this fantastic post from @justafriend-ql this morning with an incredible insight: the guys from Suppalo dealt with a tremendous amount of emotional trauma, and dare I say, even brainwashing to an extent while they were in school. They need to figure their shit out. Whether you’re in a relationship or not -- after an experience like that, you need to spend time sorting shit out regarding how you treat yourself and others.

Which is EXACTLY WHAT’S HAPPENING WITH THIS EPISODE. 

To me, The Eclipse was not about physical engagement or fluff. It was a very deep exploration into the societal guardrails that these guys were operating behind. I don’t see why that wouldn’t change for Our Skyy. 

And I think this balanced out really nicely with all the movie bits, with Neo’s shirtlessness (GAWD DAMN), with Namo being freakin’ hilarious, and with my BELOVED ship of Wat and Sani -- Sani, who looks as slammin’ as ever, who will likely turn down Wat (if I’m reading their movie re-creation correctly), and Wat who respectfully crushes on her (I love them I love them, and if Sani decides otherwise, I support her go-gurl moment, because Wat is also an adult now!).

Anyway. This will obviously resolve tomorrow, and I’m excited for it. I loved this episode. It was sophisticated, heaty, emotional, and complicated. I’m not expecting fluffy and simple here -- I want to see good filmmaking for a two-episode epilogue, and I think we’re getting it so far here.

[maegorsbignaturals]

Hiiii again the anon that's been asking about gurl dad maegor and everything else (I have asked so many times, again you can ignore my asks please don't force yourself and take a break if you're overwhelmed or just want to!! Oh and I'll be signing off with my nickname to make it easier for me to remember what I asked)

So wanted to ask (again) how would Maegor react to his baby princess being exactly like Aenys, a weakly little baby that tries to be a people pleaser and try to see everyone's side? (I adore Aenys and his pathetic little self ♡) Oh and if it's okay I'll sent a separate ask about my fanfiction and it's okay if you don't want to answer that one or this one!! - Lori

Hiii!! sorry for the wait!work has really been kicking my butt lately!

Well, i think that they would really have a complicated relationship. As far as we can see and interpret of Maegor, he """""respects""""" and is attracted to a woman that is strong, strong minded, do not have to begs for respect from others, that is capable of showing her value without the need of being all sweet and courteous to the people (Visenya-Tyanna-Rhaena). Seeing that his daughter is literally so far of that, that she ADORES to please people with her courteous act and is never on defense on what might have come or how they might act against them might make him be angry at her and her incompetence and naiviety. Yet, it would also made her easy to stay at her father's side, given how she is so prone to try to please everyone, why not her father, THE KING, of all the people? They would had their ups and downs, pretty much as Aenys and Maegor did, with the clear difference that this time Maegor is the king, and that she is his daugther.

[melodythebunny]

a chapter/part 2 of this: https://melodythebunny.tumblr.com/post/700953725666279424/congrats-mrcharning-you-suceed-in-giving-the-gurl

Carrie just stared at the plate in front of her. She was in no mood to eat. And definitely in no mood to talk. Ever since her brother's disappearance she'd been quiet.

"You have to eat, consume, devour your food. You'll need, require, the energy."

Across from Carrie sat Beatrice. She was reading the morning newspaper and sipping on some coffee. Carrie's nose crinkled at the smell. She never did like coffee and with her added cat DNA it just made it all the more unbearable…

"Not hungry." she said finally. Beatrice sighed. Not wanting to force her friend to do anything. Her eyes reflected worry at her refusal to eat. There wasn't much she could do though. She had found Carrie breaking down in the middle of the street. There had been a mini commotion due to the traffic jam she had unintentionally caused. The villainess knew the feline wasn't in a good mental state to deal with the onlookers or anyone in general, so she led her back to her place. That was a couple of days ago.

She knew more than most people about Carrie. Even more than Two brains. She remembered the time before either of them became villains. Beatrice hadn't changed much, still sassy as ever. Carrie on the other hand…Carrie had changed. Not just physically but mentally as well. No longer an open book, but now closed off. But still, Bea knew better than to force her friend to say what was bothering her.

After finishing her breakfast, she took her plate and cup. She left Carrie's, silently hoping she would eat while she was away. Being she had no crimes scheduled for the day, Beatrice still had her shifts to cover at the copy shop.

"I have work now, presently, today. There should, ought, must be a package arriving in an hour." She checked her watch. Yep, in exactly one hour her new coffee maker will arrive. Beatrice wouldn't exactly say she was upset at Carrie for breaking it. However, Coffee was a must in the blonde's eyes. Couldn't start her day without a fresh cup of hot joe with some ink in it. Coffee was for the energy and ink because her body now required it. Being fused to a copy machine had caused some changes to her bio make up.

Carrie nodded slowly, still sulking. Her mind is still thinking about her brother.

He was out there somewhere. She had to find him. But how…? She didn't even know where to start. It was aggravating and made her feel helpless. She hated it. Her claws dug into the table scratching it. She paused, not wanting to tear up anything else. Beatrice has been nothing but considerate since Carrie had been staying here.

It wouldn't be fair for her to damage her friend's property. She removed her hands from the table. As much as she wanted to tell her, she just couldn't bring herself to. She couldn't drag her friend's or anyone else into the situation. Still, Carrie knew she couldn't find her brother on her own. She had to tell someone. The feline got up, not bothering to eat anything as she debated.

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Dr. Two brains stretched his arms out. They had been feeling a bit cramped from him constantly leaning on them. He decided to take the rest of the day easy. After dropping his daughter off to school, he returned back to his lair.

"Probably should try out yoga more…or at least more stretches," he thought to himself. It was quiet in his lair which gave him time to think or peacefully plan out his next crimes sprees. He had wanted to try out something that wasn't cheese related. After a lot of protests from his brain roommate, Squeaky, he was close to a compromise. Good thing he had quite a hefty stock in cheese items. Estimating it would roughly satisfy the fiendish mouse for three days. Better than nothing he figured if he wanted to pull this off.

His nose twitched as he suddenly became uneasy. His eyes darted around feeling like he was being watched.

His heart raced as he felt his fur stand up. Letting out a startled squeak as he saw a familiar figure hop down. Carrie.

"Ah- hey Carrie. Didn't expect to see you here!" two brains said. He clutched one hand over his chest where his heart was beating wildly. He hadn't heard her approach nor had any idea she was stopping by. She wasn't wearing her bell.

He did miss having her around. It felt rather off when she decided to go out on her own. Just when he got used to her being around. He often heard his henchmen saying they missed working with her. Speaking of…they were off doing some errands. "Haven't seen you here in months if I'm being honest." He adds, grabbing a piece of cheese, trying to fight back the sudden nervousness and shyness. She didn't say anything, which he found a bit odd. Still he tried making.a conversation with her. "How's life?"

Aside from ex-boss and ex hench cat, Dr. Two brains didn't think he and Carrie were really close. Carrie had always kept herself at a distance most times. And there was the issue of her being well a cat. So he was surprised at himself for sounding so eager she was back. Was she looking for a crime team up? It had been a while since he's done one. The vigilante paced to and from. She was quiet but he could tell something was bothering her. Her lips pressed together.

"What's got you so worked up anyways?"

Carrie began explaining whatever that was bugging her.

She was speaking too fast for him to register everything she was saying. "They who?" All he got from her rant was someone took her brother. Wait-

"Brother?!" Two brains shuddered. Sweet cheddar cheese. There was another one. The mad scientist has only just begun getting used to the feline being around. "Yeah…..no thanks…" he bit down on the cheese he was holding. He shook his head. "It's just cats and I don't mix well." you're the only exception. He mentally added.

He didn't even know she had a brother. She never once mentioned family. Or any friends or people she knew. (Apparently she already knew Lady redundant woman. Huh…) Not that Dr. Two brains was prying. There were many things he didn't like sharing about his past. Still, there was an unexplainable urge to want to find out more about Carrie.

"Please." She said more softly. It sounded like she was close to crying. Or crying again giving how it looked like she already had. "You're the smartest person I know. I didn't know who else to ask for help" she stared pleadingly. There was a look on her face like she was distraught. And he hadn't seen her that way since …

since well…

He could hear squeaky screeching but he didn't care. He placed his cheese down, his mind already made up.

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Ho ho hello 🎅 You might have figured out my other identity but I'm still Santa too so 🤷‍♀️

Anyway... Here's a ✨teaser✨ for tomorrow's chapter

"Can you wait downstairs instead of doing that? You are stressing me out.”

‘’Says the one who stresses me out all day, every day,’’ he mumbled.

She knew exactly what his face must have looked like as he said that. She might not be able to read his thoughts, but she knew her husband far better than she wanted to. She had expected to learn more about the male that she would live with. Though Gwyn had not imagined that he would imprint himself so deeply into her mind. Whatever she did, Gwyn could not escape even the thought of him. Azriel haunted her even when he was not in the room. His hazel eyes followed her in her dreams, the ghost feel of his hands on her brought her thoughts to places where she did not want him to wander. It infuriated her so much that sometimes, she wanted to push him against a wall and… punch him until he stopped doing what he did to her.

I have grown attached to the beard. CHRISTMAS IS NOT OVER YET!! 🌲

oh i can feel her frustrations through the damn screen lol 😂

she wanted to push him against a wall and… punch him until he stopped doing what he did to her. lol gurl saaaaameeee 😂

i have grown attached to the beard too 👀 christmas is not over yet 😌