#YESSS THE HAT WAS PERFECT
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mito-itokondrria · 7 months ago
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For @red-sneakers´s post here
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goldensunset · 2 years ago
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more of my violet girl! her name is winx
so did anyone else playing this game aggressively try to take cool pics with the gang anytime they could or was that just me?
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fluffyartbl0g · 2 years ago
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HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHDGSUSJSBUAJA THIS IS 500 PERCENT CANON HAHAHAHHAHAH!!!! GENUINELY STARTED FREAKING OUT AND HAVING LIKE A STROKE IN MY BED BECAUSE OMG IM SUCH A BIG FAN OF YOOOUUR ASL ART!!!!
This is the EXACT VIBE I WANT FROM MY TIME TRAVEL SPEED RUN AU- They’re just goofy guys,,,,, on crack
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Holy crap this is like world record breaking pace guys
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joelmillerisapunk · 5 months ago
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Beach Daddy VI. One Last Time
bfd!joel miller x f!reader
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wordcount: 13,941
summary: you find yourself in Joel's arms once more, torn between the love you share and the dreams that pull you apart.
warnings: 18+, age gap, finally finally unprotected p in v, some cute stuff goin on here, uses of the names darlin and babygirl, this involved a lot of me going "ahhhh" and "whyyy" and then "yesss" I didn't leave you with a mean cliffhanger this time.
notes: thank you to everyone for your love on this fic, I truly never thought this would be as loved as it is <3 I can't thank you guys enough for your support and the likes, comments and reblogs. Truly you guys have made this that much more fun to write. AND thank you to everyone who has been so so patient with me as I finished this chapter. I only have one hand to type at the moment so this took 50 years. ty @saradika-graphics as always for the divider
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Why don't you stay with me, share all your secrets tonight
We can make believe the morning sun never will rise
Come and lay you're head on this big brass bed. We'll be all right as long as you stay with me
YOU.
The dark sky seems even darker through the tinted windows of the black car that Joel has sent to pick you up. He sounds urgent on the phone; when you tell him that you need to talk, he tells you that you have a lot to discuss, but he doesn't want to talk over the phone.  Eventually, you agree to have his driver pick you up and take you to his penthouse. Secretly, you're glad that he suggested meeting in person. You don't want to go over everything and why you left without saying goodbye, with your two roommates listening to every word of your conversation. Lin acts as though your life is more interesting than all of the reality TV shows she binge-watches every weekend.
The car is just as luxurious as you should have expected after seeing all of the amenities that the Miller family is used to, but you're still surprised at how supple the leather seats are as you slide across them for your long ride across New York. It's nice to spend the drive relaxed and not on the edge of your seat, afraid the cab driver is going to hit a pedestrian trying desperately to cross the street. You remind yourself not to get comfortable with this type of luxury; it's not going to last.
“Is there anything I can do for you to make the drive more comfortable, Miss?" Joel's driver calls back from the front seat.
“No, everything is perfect, thank you," you answer.
“There are snacks and beverages stocked for you if you change your mind."
There's sparkling water in the cupholder next to you, mysteriously maintained at the perfect temperature. You crack the seal and let the bubbles tickle your throat as you watch the skyscrapers pass by your window. You should have guessed that Joel's penthouse would be on the Upper East Side, but you can't help but stare at the buildings and how extravagant everything seems compared to your dumpy little neighborhood. The driver pulls to a stop in front of a tall building and gets out to open your door for you.
The night sky is littered with stars, which are muted by the bright lights of Joel's building. A doorman dressed in a uniform opens the front door for you and escorts you to the elevator, where he presses the button for the penthouse and backs out with a lift of his hat. You ride the elevator in silence, your heart beating increasingly faster as you pass each floor with a ding of the elevator. You can't help but wonder if Joel is angry with you for leaving the Bahamas without so much as a word. You hope it hasn't hurt him, but after your fight with Sarah, you couldn't stay, and you knew that Joel and you could never have a future together, especially when his only daughter hated you. Worst of all was the reason you were at his home in the first place. You couldn't let him risk his reputation for you. That photographer didn't need to have the opportunity to take more pictures of you together. You're convinced you're not worth the risk. The elevator stops at the top floor, and the doors slowly slide open to reveal Joel's front entry, a set of floor-to-ceiling glazed glass doors. You ring the small buzzer, and a few seconds later, Joel's unmistakable form approaches the glass.
“Darlin'," Joel says with a warm smile as he slides the door open to reveal his face.
You're relieved to be greeted so warmly. You had told yourself over and over again on the ride over that you couldn't pursue anything with Joel, but as soon as you see him, you have to fight to suppress your feelings for the man. “Joel, it's nice to see you again. Thank you so much for sending a car, although you really didn't have to."
“I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to," Joel says, reaching out his hand to you.
After a slight hesitation, you take it, and he leads you into his penthouse. The interior is decorated in a modern style with sleek lines and crisp edges, giving the entire space a clean and wealthy feel. A large statement dining room table takes up a large portion of the space.
It's glowing from the tiny flames of tealight candles spanning the entire length of the table. The light flickering off all of the surfaces adds a subtle softness to the sharp lines of the room. Joel pulls out a chair for you.
“I don't know if you've eaten, but I had my chef prepare a little something before he left for the night."
“I can always eat," you say with a small smile of thanks before he disappears into the kitchen.
He returns with two artful plates of filet mignon and asparagus spears. He sets a plate in front of you and the other in front of the chair directly across from you. He pours a generous glass of wine for each of you before taking his seat.
“This is absolutely beautiful," you say as you glance around the room.
“It is, isn't it?" Joel says looking around the room, too, before continuing. "Honestly, I tend to forget how nice this place is. Typically, when I'm in New York, I get so wrapped up in work that I forget to enjoy it."
“Well, you should slow down more often," you say, not exactly sure how friendly to be with the man you'd almost slept with and then ghosted.
“Well then, to more happy nights," Joel says, raising his glass to you.
You sigh, not picking up your glass to meet his. “Joel, don't you think we should talk about the photographer? We can't act as if nothing happened."
Joel sighs, too, and sets his glass back down on the table. “I know that we need to talk about what happened. I am sure you have a lot of questions for me. I'm honestly surprised that you even agreed to come here after everything my family and guests put you through. I just wanted to spend some time with you before we had to talk about all of that unpleasantness."
You're shocked that Joel is worried about you not showing up; he always seems so confident and put together. The entire time you had been worried he wouldn't want to see you again when he was worried about the same thing. “I was afraid you wouldn't want to see me again," you admit sheepishly.
“Babygirl, I would have to be crazy not to want to see you again."
Heat bursts into your cheeks, and you're thankful that the light is low enough to hide your blush.
“I have mentally kicked myself every day for not going to you right after I got back from chasing off that photographer. Then, when I woke up the next day, I found out you were gone, and it was too late. After that, I figured you needed some space, understandably. Your vacation was anything but relaxing," Joel says as he rubs the back of his neck.
“I should have at least stayed to say goodbye, but at the time, I didn't feel as though I could stay."
“I found out from some of my staff that you and Sarah were heard getting into an argument. No one knew what it was about, and I couldn't get a straightforward answer out of Sarah. What did she say to make you feel like you needed to leave?"
You look down at your plate and take a slow bite, trying to decide just how much of the fight with Sarah you want to disclose to her father. The meat is so tender it feels as though it melts in your mouth; you swallow reluctantly before speaking. “Sarah found out that I was Todd's previous girlfriend. She obviously wasn't happy about it, and things got pretty heated. I didn't want to stay after that."
Joel stares at you as though trying to get you to go into the horrible things his daughter had actually said to you. It's hard for you to understand why you still feel the need to protect Sarah from her own shitty behavior, but you hold your tongue anyway. “I know there is more to it than that."
“None of that matters anymore," you say, looking down at your plate again to avoid his piercing gaze. “We are going in completely different directions in our lives, and I doubt that we will ever cross paths again. We are from completely different worlds."
“You are right," Joel responds, watching you carefully. “You two are completely different. She is turning into everything I hoped she wouldn't, and you, well, you are… real."
The silence between you is only interrupted by the soft clinks of your silverware against your plates.
“I wasn't able to catch up with that photographer," Joel says softly, almost ashamed.
“I know," you respond, finally lifting your eyes to meet his.
“What do you mean?" Joel's eyebrows furrow together, clearly confused by what you are alluding to.
“Right before the flight I was on took off, an unknown number sent me a picture of us in the cove."
Tears start to well up in your eyes. Joel jumps up from his side of the table and is next to you in an instant. He grabs your hands from where they are resting on your lap. Even as upset as you are, the feeling of his hands on yours makes your entire body feel warm.
“Baby, why on earth did you keep this to yourself? If I would have known that he was blackmailing you, I would have had someone standing guard at your apartment day and night."
“I thought that if I disappeared, they would leave you alone, but whoever it was, they found me. That's why I came to find you at your office."
“What do you mean they found you?" Joel asks, concern flooding his eyes.
“Someone followed me back to my apartment. I ran down the street, but they must have noticed where I lived because the next time I opened the door, there was a box waiting for me.
Joel stares at you, absorbing every word you speak.
“The picture was inside of the box with a note that said, 'Tell Joel he is running out of time.' That's when I decided I needed to come and find you. I am so sorry, Joel. I thought this would all just go away if I walked out of your life."
"That son of a bitch," Joel curses, releasing your hands as he stands and strides toward the balcony. Your hands, now devoid of his warmth, feel empty and cold.
"Who?" you inquire as Joel retreats, opening the door to step outside onto the balcony. You rise to your feet, fully intent on following him when he doesn't respond to your question. You make your way out to the balcony slowly, a sense of awe washing over you. You've never been inside a home as luxurious as this one.
The balcony sprawls out before you, offering an incredible view of the New York skyline. The distant buildings cast a glow that lights up the night sky like stars anchored to the earth. It would be breathtaking if not for the tense conversation hanging in the air between you two.
Joel settles onto an outdoor sectional in front of a fire pit nestled within the coffee table. The lavishness of such amenities never fails to astonish you. You take a seat next to him and look at him with expectation in your eyes, but when he still doesn't answer your question, you press further.
"Joel, who is trying so hard to drag you through the mud? Surely, it isn't just about money. If that were the case, they would have sold the photo already, and it would be everywhere by now." You pause for a moment before continuing with conviction in your voice. "I'm sure someone would pay a lot for that picture. This seems much more personal."
"You're right, babygirl," Joel responds with a slight smile playing on his lips as he gazes into the slowly flickering flames before him: "You are very perceptive; you really will make an excellent lawyer." 
Your eyes meet his with determination: "I hope I get to be one," you say thoughtfully before adding with concern. "But I don't know how focused I will be if I am constantly having to watch over my shoulder or fend off journalists curious about our situation." 
Joel sighs at your comment and looks out over the cityscape below—a silent acknowledgment that perhaps you were more direct than he expected. Even though you're not in the public eye like he is, this situation still has the potential to jeopardize your future career.
"I am sorry for dragging you into my messy family drama," Joel finally offers, his eyes softening as he turns to face you.
"Someone in your family is trying to blackmail you? Who would do that?" you ask, your shock evident in the way your eyebrows shoot up towards your hairline. You watch as Joel struggles to articulate an explanation.
"I believe I mentioned a bit about my father and our strained relationship while I was growing up," Joel says, his gaze drifting away from you.
"Yes, a little, right after we watched the dolphins," you recall, encouraging him to continue.
"Well, a significant part of our issues was his constant absence. When I was younger, I convinced myself that his work kept him busy, but after his death, I discovered that it was likely due to an affair he was having."
"Oh, Joel, I'm so sorry," you say, at a loss for words. The thought of discovering infidelity after already grieving the loss of your parents is unimaginable to you.
Joel continues, "I don't know how long the affair lasted, but at some point, the other woman became pregnant. I found out about Blaine some time ago—my half-brother, the product of my father's long-hidden affair. I don't even know if my father ever met his other son."
Curiosity piqued, you ask, "Have you ever met him?"
"No, I searched for him for years without success. Once I finally located him, I had my security team investigate him. To put it mildly, he's made some very poor life choices. So, I never pursued a meeting with him."
You reach out and take Joel's hand in yours, feeling the tension in his fingers as they intertwine with yours. He looks at your joined hands, seemingly finding it difficult to meet your gaze.
"It wasn't long after he discovered a connection to the Miller family through a DNA match that I started receiving messages demanding money. My father made it clear that Blaine was to inherit nothing. When I didn't respond, he began threatening my family members."
"Oh no," you say, your voice laced with sympathy as you run your thumb lightly over his.
"I had my security team focused on protecting my extended family. I was naive to think he wouldn't have me followed to the Bahamas. My oversight led to us being photographed. Blaine, my delinquent half-brother, must be the one trying to use you to get to me," Joel concludes, his guilt apparent in his eyes.
"Joel, this isn't your fault," you reassure him, squeezing his hand and trying to catch his eye.
"It is my fault. I'm the reason you're being dragged into this blackmail," Joel insists, finally meeting your gaze.
"If it weren't me, it would have been someone else," you counter, trying to alleviate his sense of responsibility.
"Don't you see?" Joel asks, frustration creeping into his tone. "If there had been another woman he could have used against me, he would have. There's never been anyone I cared for enough. I believe Blaine had us watched for quite some time before you left. He must have realized there was something more between us that he could exploit."
"What is between us?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, as you grip your hands together tightly in your lap.
Joel hesitates, the weight of his words hanging in the air. He looks at you with an intensity that makes it hard to breathe. "There's enough between us that I couldn't bear the thought of him hurting you," Joel finally admits, not breaking eye contact.
A pang of disappointment hits you, but you push it aside. "Oh," is all you manage to say, feeling a sense of deflation. You chide yourself for harboring such feelings. You know better than to want him in that way. He's older, and he's the father of your former friend. A relationship between you two could only lead to heartache. Yet, despite all logic, you can't help but yearn for him to feel more for you.
Joel stands with you, gently taking hold of your arms and turning you to face him. He pulls you close, and you can feel the heat of his body against yours as you place your hands on his chest.
"Babygirl, you are... irresistible," Joel confesses, his words sending a jolt through you. "I found myself seeking you out, just to spend a few moments with you. I tried to keep my distance, but I couldn't resist my desire to be near you, to hear your laugh, or to be the reason for the smile on your beautiful lips."
His words ignite a flutter in your chest, and you struggle to steady your breathing, your hands moving up to caress his neck as your fingers thread through his hair.
"And that day I took you to watch the dolphins, I knew all my efforts were in vain. I gave in to my feelings for you, despite knowing it was wrong. I wanted nothing more than to take you right there on the sand of that beach."
Joel's lips graze yours, the proximity of his mouth making it hard to concentrate on anything but the possibility of what might come next.
"I let my guard down because I thought it was safe. Safe for both of us. I liked the man I was when I was alone with you. On the yacht, I was more myself with you than I had been in a really long time. You awakened a desire in me that I didn't know was still there."
"I couldn't stop thinking about you," you whisper, your lips brushing against Joel's, your body instinctively leaning into his.
His urgency matches yours as his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. You explore the contours of his chest and neck with your hands, finally allowing yourself to indulge in the moment. His tongue slips into your mouth, and a soft moan escapes you, prompting him to pull you even closer. After a few intense seconds, you regain your senses and pull back, your breath coming in short gasps as you stare into his face, taking in his handsomeness.
"What's wrong?" Joel asks, a frown forming on his lips.
"I'm moving in two days," you say, trying to rationalize your hesitation. "I just don't want to start feeling more for you just to have to leave again."
"I have a home not far from Harvard. I travel constantly all over the world. This isn't really about the distance between us, is it?" Joel challenges gently.
"No," you admit reluctantly.
"Then what is it about?" he asks, moving closer, his gaze locked onto yours.
"It's about how complicated this is, with Sarah and Blaine... it's all just so much," you confess, unable to trust yourself to look at his enticing mouth.
"What if we stopped worrying about how complicated this is and just... gave in?" Joel suggests, brushing a lock of hair from your face. He leans in and kisses you sweetly once more before pulling back to gauge your reaction.
“Just for tonight”, you whisper, biting your bottom lip. Sleeping with Joel, even for just one night, is probably a bad decision, but you don't care at the moment. You are so caught up in the emotions he sends spiraling through you that you can't bring yourself to say no. At his touch, your skin is on fire, and the taste of him lingers on your lips even after he pulls away.
It's all the invitation he needs to pick you up and kiss you again and again. He trails a soft touch up your side, and your skin prickles at his wandering hand. He lays you back against the soft cushions, and you catch a brief glimpse of his skin as his shirt billows. You can't help but run your hand up his stomach, feeling each well-defined ripple of muscle. Goosebumps appear in waves along your body as the heat of his chest travels up your arms.
You help him out of his shirt as the firelight sends dancing shadows across his skin. His linen shirt falls to the floor in an unwanted pile. Joel leans down to you and settles his hand upon your cheek. The gesture is adoring, which makes your heart ache with happiness. You have never been looked at the way Joel gazes at you.
"You are so unabashedly beautiful, baby," he says, his eyes narrowing in a hungry gaze that leaves you wanting more. His thumb traces the soft contour of your mouth, melting away your thoughts of anything but him. His deep eyes penetrate your soul, warming you to your core. You have to have him.
You reach for the waist of his jeans, but he stops your hand and grins at you. "Slow down," he says. "If we can only have this one night, I want to remember every second of it. I want to memorize every curve of your body, every sound that crosses your gorgeous lips, every look on your face." If you are only going to allow me one night, I am going to make it count."
His lips meet the nape of your neck, making your entire body shudder. Every kiss and soft touch of his lips along your collarbone has you melting. Joel's hands slide to your waist, and he tugs up the fabric of your shirt. He gently eases the garment over the top of your head. You feel his eyes devour the sight of you in your black lace bralette.
A gust of wind sneaks through the holes of the lace, making your nipples even harder than they already are at the sight of him. Joel's lips trail down your neck and to your breasts, teasing you with his tongue. He kisses along the upper barrier of your bra, leaving you panting and writhing beneath him as you long for him to take your hardened peak between his lips.
Again, you reach for his belt and busy yourself undoing it. Your fingers fumble with the clasp, and he chuckles softly at you, but eventually, it gives way, allowing you to access his top button and zipper. You want to rip the fabric from his body, but you remember that he had told you to move slowly, so you do your best to keep your trembling fingers calm.
The moon continues to rise higher in the sky as you slowly and methodically abandon each piece of Joel's clothing. You are ready to follow his lead, but Joel insists on slowing everything down for you, making your body physically ache with desire for him. He unclips the clasp of your bra and lets it fall to the floor at his feet. His soft kisses trail every part of your chest as he makes his way down to your belly button. Your arousal burns inside of you even as the cool breeze of the evening nips at your naked body. Joel pulls you closer to him. The heat from the fire only warms one side of your bodies.
"Are you cold?" he whispers against your neck, his breath fanning out and warming your flesh.
Shivers continue to move down your naked body in response to him and the breeze, but you do your best to give him a verbal response, even though your ability to speak has evaporated when his lips met your bare skin. You can only manage a slight shake of your head. However, Joel sweeps you into his arms and back into the house. His bare feet are soft on the cold tile of the hallway, and he uses his back to push open a door. You can barely make out his bedroom in the dark, a skylight offering the only light in the room directly over the bed.
The bed is covered in a white goose-down duvet that flutters in response to Joel helping you into the pillows. Then, as the blanket settles around you, he crawls over top of you. You grab the sides of his face and pull him closer to you, your thumbs massaging against his cheekbones.
"I am so lucky to have met you. Taking that trip was the best decision I have ever made," you pant, and you kiss him hard, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth, your teeth clamping down on the soft flesh, leaving him leaning into you with want. You can feel his hardness against your thigh, which only serves to spur you on to kiss him deeper. When you release him, he smiles down at you, his eyes glistening in the moonlight.
"I’m the lucky one. I will always be the lucky one." Joel's fingertips brush your cheek as he moves a loose lock of hair away from your face.
He kisses you back and lowers his body to meet yours. You lift yourself up to him, wanting to get as close to him as possible. You need him so badly; the thought of there being any distance between you at all is unimaginable. His need for you is also apparent, and he presses himself closer to you, his hardness poised at your entrance. The heat of your bodies mingles in the warmth of his bed.
You grip the duvet cover in both of your hands, anticipating him pushing inside of you, but he is still gazing down at you, taking his time.
You are unable to fight your longing for him for another second, so you don't. With both hands, you grip his muscular back, spreading your legs wider to welcome him in. His smile shifts to a smirk, and then, he is moving inside of you. Your head tips back, and an ethereal moan leaves your lips as he fills you completely.
Joel takes his time with this as well, creating a smooth, steady rhythm that has you hanging onto him as your only grip left on reality. Your hands trail down to his firm ass, and touching him in such an intimate place sends another shiver of pleasure through your body.
Before long, you feel your body begin to spasm around him, and it is all you can do to keep oxygen in your lungs. Joel's lips are on your neck, and you can feel him increasing his pace to match your moans as you tumble over the edge, crying out his name in a voice you don't even recognize as your own. Joel keeps you at your peak for what seems like an eternity. By the time he tightens up and grunts a few times, filling you with warmth, you can hardly handle the intensity of what he is doing to your body.
After Joel finishes, he doesn't move off of you right away. Instead, he kisses you softly, taking his time, his tongue dancing around yours, as if he were savoring the taste of you. When he finishes, he kisses you a couple of more times, quickly, and then moves so that he is resting next to you.
He pulls you to his chest, cradling your head against him and running his fingers through your hair. You nestle against him, wrapping an arm around his chest. You want to tell him all of the emotions you are feeling in your heart, but you don't dare. You had said just once. How could you lie in his arms and tell him you love him when this wasn't just your first time making love, it was also goodbye? You can't do that to him. So, instead, you lie there in his arms, letting your heavy eyes close, listening to the rhythm of his heart and his breathing, wishing this was just the first time and not the last, but nothing can be done to change your circumstances.
This will have to be the end.
You wake up a few hours later, and Joel is still awake. You know by the look in his eyes that he wants you again. Your instincts say no, you shouldn't do this again, but the fact that you have already made love once, and the night isn't over, spurs you on. Before you can stop yourself, you are mounting him, and with him buried deep within you, you rock your hips, letting that feeling of euphoria wash over you again. You continue for hours until you are both exhausted. 
Finally, you begin to fall back to sleep and settle next to him, but your mind is too busy to let you fall asleep completely. You watch the look in Joel's eyes as he looks over at you. Your breath slowly starts to settle back to an average pace. He stares at you as though he can't look away.
The soft glow of early morning dusts the starlit sky. He kisses your lips so softly you aren't sure if it's real or if the entire steamy night has been a dream. He lays his head back on one of the many pillows and closes his eyes. A small hint of a smile still lingers on his lips. Joel wraps a soft blanket around your naked body in a protective way. You melt into his side and can feel his heartbeat. You listen to the steady rhythm of his breaths until they slow. You know he has fallen asleep. Despite the heaviness of your eyelids, your mind doesn't want to rest.
Joel has a way about him that makes you feel safe, wanted, and, dare you think it, loved. You haven't felt that way in a long time. This one night with Joel puts three years with Todd to shame. You can't see yourself ever finding any man as wonderful as Joel again. You feel a piece of your heart break, knowing this can't last… that you won't let this last. Knowing that everyone in Joel's life will make sure that you won't even get a chance to try. You don't want the ugliness of reality to ruin the perfect night you have shared.
Joel was right. If you were only going to have one night together, you needed to make it count. Rather than giving in to your thoughts, you close your eyes and fall asleep in his arms.
When you wake up, it takes you a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the morning light streaming through the skylight. You're at Joel's house, in his bed. The smell of his sandalwood cologne lingers on your skin and the silky sheets. You roll to your side and realize that you're alone. You sit straight upright, holding the sheets to your bare chest, as you look around the room. The door is cracked open, and you can hear the clinking of dishes coming from down the hall.
You drape your legs over the side of the bed, scanning the floor. After an unsuccessful search, you realize your clothes are still on the balcony. You make your way into what you assume is Joel's ensuite, pull one of his shirts from the closet, and slip it over your shoulders. After rinsing your face in the sink, washing away yesterday's makeup, you silently make your way down the hall back to the kitchen.
Joel is humming a light tune while he's scrambling eggs in a frying pan. You stand and watch him as he continues cooking, humming to himself, and occasionally smiling. Your heart lifts at the thought that those smiles are for you.
“Good morning," you say in a lighthearted tone, pretending as though you hadn't been watching him.
“A very good morning," Joel answers with a small wink.
“I hope you don't mind that I borrowed this. I couldn't seem to find my clothes this morning."
Joel laughs and splits the scrambled eggs onto two plates.
“It looks a lot better on you. You can borrow it anytime you like," he says, not taking his eyes off of you.
“Oh wow, you cook too. What can't you do, Joel?" you ask and take a bite of eggs into your mouth.
Joel pulls out a paper bag full of pastries and places each one carefully on a plate.
“Eggs are just about the only thing I can cook. I usually have a black cup of coffee on my way out the door, so my cook doesn't come until later. I always like to keep a few of these on hand, from the bakery down the street." Joel passes you the plate full of pastries and you pick out a fluffy croissant. When it's just Joel and you, it's easy to forget that he's insanely wealthy and amenities such as personal chefs are his norm.
“I would love a cup of that black coffee if you have it on hand." You smile and break the croissant in half, inhaling the buttery scent.
“How did you sleep?" Joel asks, pouring you a mug full of coffee.
“I slept amazingly. You'll have to tell me where you got your sheets. They are so soft," you tease.
Joel chuckles and sits down next to you, placing the coffee in front of you. He brushes back a piece of your hair and tucks it behind your ear. The simple action sends another wave of heat through you, and you have to remind yourself not to get used to this. You swallow hard.
“How did you sleep?" you ask.
“The best night's sleep I have gotten in a long time," he says with a smirk and a glance in your direction. You feel your cheeks burn at his insinuation.
“Me too," you admit, thinking about how great it felt just to sleep next to him.
You take a sip of the steaming coffee and continue working on your plate.
“So what have you been up to since I last saw you?" Joel asks as though you hadn't run away without saying goodbye.
“I have just been packing up the apartment and trying to remember everything I need to do before the move."
“Did you get everything taken care of that you needed to?"
“Yeah, for the most part," you say, glancing at him. You can't stop thinking about your night together.
“Have you gotten everything packed?" he asks with a hint of sadness in his voice, keeping his eyes on his food.
“Not everything, I am close, but I still have a few more things to sort out."
“I would offer to come to help you if I didn't have to work today. I have a meeting with investors, which I can't get out of."
“Oh, no, I would never ask you to miss work. I will just call a cab," you say quickly.
“Nonsense. I will have my driver take you home."
Joel helps you collect your clothes from the balcony and you use his bathroom to freshen up before he walks you downstairs. The same black car is waiting for you on the street in view of the lobby.
“I will call you later, babygirl. I promise," Joel says.
You nod and look up into his eyes with a small smile. Joel bends down and touches your lips to his. The kiss is soft and sweet; the heat lingers on your lips as the car pulls away from Joel standing on the sidewalk, watching you leave.
The drive goes fast on the way back to your apartment because you keep replaying the events of your night with Joel over and over again. You can feel your face heat up by the time you pull up to your building and Joel's driver opens your door for you.
“Thank you so much for the ride," you say with a smile, the driver nods but does not get back into the car.
“Is there something else?" you ask, confused.
“I have strict instructions to make sure you get into the building safely, Miss."
You give a weak smile and head into your building and up the stairs. As soon as you put your key in the lock, the door flies open. Both of your roommates are standing in the doorway with grins plastered on their faces.
“Somebody didn't come home last night. That better mean you have something to tell us," Lin says, she's nearly vibrating with excitement.
“I don't know what you mean. We just had a nice time catching up," you lie with a sly grin, and already know your roommates can see right through it.
“Oh, you two caught up last night alright. You slept with him, didn't you?" Aubrey says, and her smile gets even bigger.
“I did," you say barely above a whisper, your smile filling your face at the admission.
Both Lin and Aubrey squeal as they usher you inside and close the door.
“We need every single detail," Lin says.
“Fine, but I really need to shower first," you say, chuckling.
After your shower, the three of you sit down so you can spill the tea. You start off with the not so interesting parts and let it build.
“So everything started out on his balcony, where he kissed me. I was ready to rip his clothes right off his body but he wanted to take things slow. He said he wanted to memorize everything about me," you say, warming at the memory. “Since it was only for the night, I'm glad he made me slow down."
“And how is this man single?" Aubrey asks with a giggle.
“Honestly, I have no idea. The way he made me feel was like nothing I have ever experienced before. Plus, he made me breakfast this morning."
“We don't care about the breakfast! How was he?" Lin asks, waving her hand to make you move on.
“He was absolutely amazing, I think I actually left my own body at one point."
“How big is he?" Lin asks, leaning in closer with a grin.
You smack her arm lightly and start laughing, hard. “No way in hell am I going to tell you that!"
“It was worth a shot," Lin says with a mocking smile.
“Honestly, the sex was the best I have ever had. And it wasn't because of his size or his amazingly toned body, which it is by the way. It was the way he looked into my eyes that made me feel like I meant so much to him. I felt like he was seeing me for who I actually am, and adored every part of me. I haven't felt that way in such a long time," you gush as you wrap a towel around your wet hair.
Lin lets out an audible moan and falls back onto her unmade bed.
“Oh, you are so lucky. I don't know if I will ever find a man to look at me like that. Although, right now I could do with one with rock-hard abs," Lin says.
You laugh and toss a pillow over to Lin, and it flops onto her.
“It was absolutely amazing!" you continue daydreaming.
“So when are you seeing him again?" Aubrey asks.
“I kind of told him that it was a one-time thing…" you trail off.
“Why the hell would you do that?" Lin shoots straight up and practically shouts at you.
“In case you forgot, Lin, we are moving in just two days. How am I supposed to continue a relationship with him while he's living in New York?"
“You can't really believe that. The man is a billionaire, I am sure you would see him all the time if you really wanted to. You are just using moving as an excuse," Lin says. She stares you down until you can't take it anymore and look away. You make eye contact with Aubrey and can tell she feels the same way.
“It's complicated."
“We just want you to be happy. You deserve to be happy," Aubrey says and reaches out to hold your hand.
“I want to be happy too, but there is so much standing in our way. I am moving away, his daughter absolutely hates me now, and not to mention our age gap. Plus, the creepy stalker situation."
“It doesn't matter how messy it is if he makes you happy," Lin offers.
You sit in silence as you soak in their support. A knock on the door echoes through the entire apartment, making your heart beat faster. You all look at each other with apprehension.
You rush to the door expecting Joel to be on the other side. You're ready to tell him that you want to give this, to give it a shot. There's no one at the door, so you stick your head out and look down the hallway, but still discover nothing. Just as you're about to shut the door, you notice a small piece of yellow paper taped to it. You peel the tape off of the door and turn the note over. In tiny, extremely neat handwriting are five words. These five words make your heart drop and chase all thoughts of a relationship with Joel from your mind.
You can't run from this.
JOEL.
Everything about you had been so wonderful, and Joel couldn't get the memory of your intimacy out of his head. He sighs, resting his cheek on his fist as he rides along in silence, anticipating a busy meeting with investors. Vultures, all of them, but they were a necessary evil. The only thoughts Joel wanted to have today were of you. Unfortunately, he didn't always get what he wanted.
He watches as buildings whiz by, the scent of street vendors and car exhaust heavy in the air. People wander along the sidewalks, chatting happily with one another, arms full of shopping bags. He sees a couple lean forward and lock lips, a sadness stabbing into his gut. That could be us, Joel thinks to himself, letting out a sigh and shaking his head. Things had to be so complicated. Money could solve most, if not all problems, so why not this?
The car pulls into the building, and the door is opened for him so he can make his way inside. Bland colors like muted whites, greys, and blacks greet him as he exits the elevator and walks down the halls in his formal tailored suit. He gives an absentminded nod toward the secretary, not thinking much of either this meeting, the people here, or the day, as his thoughts are strictly locked on you..
Well. That was until he recalls a rather recent memory regarding the secretary. He remembers her words regarding the wonderful, intelligent woman he had in his bedroom only last night. Before entering the meeting, he gives her a harsh glare out of the side of his eye, something she doesn't notice, as she is busy typing on the computer. Perhaps something would need to be done about her unfair and unwarranted treatment of you.
Joel smiles to himself, the thought of being rid of this new problem tantalizing. First, however, he needs to handle the circus that is the investors. Thankfully, the meeting goes quickly, the bored expressions of the investors only mildly infuriating. It takes a lot of determination and hard work to run this company, so to see people a bit less enthusiastic makes his stomach clench with annoyance. Now he can move on to more important matters. His hand flies toward his pants pocket as he feels a vibration, raising a brow. Could it be you? He wonders, at this point excited like a lost school boy. He's a mess. Joel Miller, a highly successful man in this dog-eat-dog world. Brought to his knees by a woman twenty years his junior, but what a woman you are. To him, that doesn't matter. Joel brings out his phone, his heart fluttering and a grin widening across his face as he realizes the message is from you. Perhaps you're texting in order to work things out? He's been interested in you before, with obvious worries due to the age gap, but is now convinced that if you both wanted to, you could work things out. He would never force you to do so. However, after actually reading the texts, his heart clenches, and he feels a pit in his stomach. His hopeful smile melts into a deep, angry scowl. That bastard is still active, more than ever now. Blaine needs to be stopped, his antics this time included leaving a letter for you that reads;  You can't run from this.
Joel will make damn sure that he can't, either. He needs to figure out the status of this situation with his head of security. He clenches his jaw and resists the urge to throw his phone against the wall. Reacting that way wouldn't be helpful. Joel ignores the secretary's wary, surprised look as he briskly walks past her. No doubt, she sees his expression and posture. He will deal with her later.
Sending a text, he makes his way to another meeting room, this one private. He waits for Bruce to enter, taking a seat himself and leaning back in a cushioned chair. Bruce does, after what feels like hours but could only have been minutes.
“You want updates on the Blaine situation, sir?" Bruce asks, causing Joel to give a curt nod. Bruce sighs, shaking his head. “I have good news and bad news. Bad news first, we have no idea where he is located."
Joel puts a hand over his forehead and lets out a soft groan, the stress of the situation spawning a minor headache. “What could the good news possibly be in this situation," Joel asks, his voice laced with frustration.
The security head isn't phased, likely having expected this reaction. Rather, he dips his head, taking out his phone to turn toward Joel. His expression is grim, and there are shadows under his eyes. Perhaps this situation is taking its toll on him as well. Joel will bear that in mind for bonuses. Bruce will get a big one, if he can coherently help Joel take Blaine down, of course.
“We're sure the pictures have not been released to news outlets. My team has been watching this issue like hawks. No sign of the media getting their grubby hands on this. Your reputation is safe for now, sir," Bruce explains.
Joel sighs, muttering, “It isn't my reputation I'm worried about." He shakes his head, holding his face in his hands and thinking for a moment. After composing himself, Joel looks back toward Bruce and gives a nod. “Thank you for your hard work. I hope we'll be able to find him soon. He's been making my life a living hell, and I need to put a stop to it." Anger swells in Joel's chest at the lack of progress despite the 'good news', and not at the head of security by any means. He knows that the team is doing their best. Those not doing their best, however, are about to get punished, and hard. Joel runs his fingers through his hair, making his way out of the room and dismissing Bruce back to his current position.
Now, Joel is headed toward the front desk, his jaw tightened and his expression twisted into an incredibly deep scowl. He approaches the secretary, who is leaning back, likely slacking off as she sometimes does. That's whatever to him, as long as she gets her work done. Insulting you, however, is not included in her job description, and it tells him how she thinks of, and treats people in general. 
Joel snarls at her, “You. You're fired."
“What? But, sir, I–"
“Did I stutter?" Joel asks dangerously. “Out. Now. You have five minutes to grab your things and go. If I return and see you here, I will address this with my head of security."
“Can you at least tell me what I did?" she asks, pouting as she stands up.
“Yes. You insulted someone who is very important to me because you thought you were better than her. Maybe this will teach you a lesson about treating people poorly. Now, out!"
She stares at him with a mixture of anger and horror, the latter expression doubtlessly winning out. There's no way she can touch him, not with the amount of power he holds. One moment she was on top of the world, abusing those below her, and the next, she's below the woman she mocked. Hopefully, Joel isn't emulating that. He ponders this for a split second, but then shakes his head. No. She deserved this after the treatment of you, but beyond that, it again shows that this behavior was likely not limited just to the one woman he cared for.
Joel makes his way into another room, taking a few turns in the hall before arriving at his assistant's desk side. His angry expression fades into one that is far more apologetic when he sees her typing away, stacks of papers to be organized on her desk. She looks up, puzzled, and tilts her head. “Sir?" she asks, taking her hands off the keyboard and leaning back.
There's no fear in her gaze, like some when they look upon him, given the position he holds. She knows him well enough that if she's actually diligent with work and a good person, he will return the kindness. Unfortunately, she's about to have something added to her workload. Guilt twists in Joel's stomach, but nothing can be done about that.
“I need a new secretary," he sighs. He adds, quickly, “I'll compensate you for your stress. I promise. A large bonus. I know it's a lot, and I truly appreciate your work."
His assistant sighs, glancing back to her computer. The slightest hint of frustration crosses her face, and Joel could have sworn the circles under her eyes got just a bit darker. Then, however, she smiles, letting out a chuckle. “Sure, Joel, I will get right to it. An extra day off or two added onto this bonus may help all of this stress, though."
“After we sort out the secretary thing and other pressing problems, yes. A week off, fully paid, and that bonus. How does that sound?" Joel asks hopefully.
She grins, giving him a thumbs up. Joel sighs in relief, glad that at least, that was taken care of.
Glancing at the time on his cell phone, he realizes he has lunch with Todd and Sarah. What fun that would be. Seeing Todd again after everything he's learned about him is less than appealing. Joel gets into his car, leaning against the door and staring out into the bright, sunny day.
What he wouldn't give to be with you right now, learning even more about you, talking about plans for the future. Joel licks his lips, shaking his head. Speak of the devil, though. On his way to the restaurant for lunch, his phone rings once more, and it's you.
His heart flutters seeing your name, but he knows this is serious. “Hello?" he asks, a hint of caution in his tone.
“Joel," you breathe from the other line. “You got my text, right? I'm so scared. Can we please talk? I really want to see you again to go over this."
“Yes, we can," Joel confirms, happy to be able to see you again, but sad to hear the stress in your tone. Given the circumstance, it's understandable. “I'll have Bruce pick you up. See you soon."
YOU.
Your heart pounds with anxiety as you wait on the sidewalk, leaning against a brick wall and shuddering despite the warmth of the sun. Your reputation is currently at major risk. Your stomach clenches, swirling with negative emotions and sheer, utter fear. You've worked so hard to get where you are, to lead a successful life, and now this could ruin it all. You don't want to be stuck in a low-paying job, barely scraping by. Is Joel a curse or a blessing at this point? No, you can't think like that. Blaine is the one causing issues, not Joel.
The memories of kissing and fucking Joel flood back, and you recall how good it felt, how cared for you felt. You lick your lips, remembering the way Joel ravaged you in bed, allowing your eyelids to droop just a little. For a moment, you cap the fear, but that only lasts briefly before the wave of negative emotions crashes over you again. You start to pace, trying to reassure yourself that everything will work out. Surely your life can't be ruined by one picture, can it? But deep down, you know the truth. This is terrible.
By the time Bruce arrives to help you into the car, tears are streaming down your cheeks. You quickly wipe them away, not wanting your emotions to be so plainly visible by the time you arrive. It will be hard to hide your feelings from Joel, but you're too distraught to care at this point. You click your seatbelt into place, lean against the leather seat, and stare out the window, trying to distract yourself from the inevitable. 
Above, the sun begins to be obscured by clouds, a fitting metaphor for your mood. The greys of the asphalt mix with the bland white and black buildings you rush by, their windows dark, mostly covered by curtains from the inside.nYou pass a murder of crows picking at roadkill, twisting your stomach at the sight. Though all of this is mundane, it only serves to worsen your mood. The patter of rain on the windows confirms the approaching storm, accompanied by distant rumbling. You hug yourself, close your eyes, and try to calm down.
When you arrive at Joel's house, the sight of it in all its extravagance would usually excite you. You adore seeing Joel. But with the recent problems caused by your complicated relationship, it doesn't feel the same as when you left. Bruce leads you to the door and politely steps back, waiting for Joel's protocol. You hesitate but eventually knock, convincing yourself that texting would be silly given you're right here.
Moments later, Joel opens the door. Your breath catches as you stare up at him, momentarily lost in his eyes before snapping back to reality. Memories of your night in bed come flooding back, distracting you, but you know you need to stay focused. This is a horrible occasion, but even within this tiny pocket of time, you convince yourself that surely he can help. You make that decision just by looking at him, even if it feels a bit naive. After taking a deep breath, you reach into your purse and pull out the note for him to see in person.
A mixture of emotions crosses Joel's face. His lips twist into a scowl, his brow furrowing, reflecting the mood of the storm. Another rumble of thunder causes you to jump a little, but Joel has no reaction. He slips the note into his pocket and fixes his eyes on you. His scowl fades into a worried frown, his deep eyes gleaming with concern.
"Babygirl," he begins, biting his lip, probably searching for the right words. A silence stretches as he seems to lose his words again. You break the silence after placing a hand on your forehead and dragging it down your face. You will the tears to hold back this time because you need to keep your tone steady and convey how you're feeling.
After taking a deep breath, you say, "Joel, I'm frightened about what this could do to my reputation. That note definitely indicates action will be taken soon. I really want us to work out, but with that horrible person causing all this stress and danger to my life as I know it, I'm on edge and losing it."
This time, you can't stop the tears. They well up in your eyes and slowly glide down your cheeks. Joel stares at you for a moment, probably at a loss for words. Once again, silence stretches. Say something, you think to yourself, biting your lip and quickly reaching up to wipe away more tears. You raise your eyebrows, hoping he has all the answers. Sadly, he appears as lost as you are, his head hanging slightly, his body tense.
"I will take care of you. Just put your career aside, for now. Not forever. Let me help you. It will be fine, we can work this out," Joel finally says, causing you to inwardly groan.
That's not what you wanted to hear. You don't want to have to rely on him all the time. You don't want to put your dreams aside for some storybook relationship that may not work out, leaving you with nothing. You've worked too hard in life for this, spending countless hours in school to become a lawyer. Your dreams are crumbling right before your eyes. Is it because of Joel? An inner voice tells you no, it isn't. He has nothing to do with this. By how he treats you, you know he loves you back and wants to do everything in his power to make this work. But this situation has escalated beyond his control.
You shake your head, crossing your arms as he motions into the house. "Please. Follow me, at least. Let's talk this out," he pleads. You oblige, the pit in your stomach growing heavier.
You walk through the house, your eyes falling upon the fancy carpeting and light fixtures, still finding some comfort in them despite this situation. Truthfully, you need to start letting this go. You need to let it all go. With your mind stuck here, with him, there's no way to move on with your life and advance the way you want to. As much as your heart breaks having to admit that, you know you need to be a lawyer more than anything.
You take a seat at a table across from him as he raises a brow. "Eggs?" he asks sheepishly, causing you to smile despite the circumstances.
But that smile quickly fades into a frown as tears begin to flow once more. This time, you don't bother wiping them away. You take a deep breath and make the decision you need to. Steeling yourself, you look him in the eye and say in a very serious tone, "Look, Joel, we can't do that. I can't do that. I have to do this for myself. How can I rely on you all the time? How can you take care of me through all of this?"
"Baby, I have plenty of money and resources. I can easily take care of you; you don't need to worry about all of this," Joel says, his voice tinged with a pleading tone.
"I am not some child in need of being taken care of. I can't spend my days longing for the beach billionaire only to have my independence and dreams threatened. I want to be a lawyer for myself, not for the money. If my reputation is shattered, so is my life. I am sorry it has to be this way, but this has gone too far, and I need to say goodbye."
"What? No, wait, I–"
You're not listening at that point. Tears are pouring down your cheeks as you stand up quickly, whirling and bolting down the hall. You don't care if you're running away from your problems now. You don't care if you're running away from him while at the same time wanting to fall into his arms and tell him you'd drop everything so that he could care for you. You need to do this for yourself and not be caged by this nightmare.
The expression on his face, that brief glimpse of utter grief, has your heart pounding. You burst out the front door and hurry down to Bruce, sniffling and letting out a few whimpering sobs. You feel as though you're melting. The pattering rain makes you sopping wet, which does the opposite of helping the situation. You lock eyes with Bruce and gulp. "Please. Take me home. Just take me home."
He nods, thankfully asking no questions, and opens the door for you. You get in and rest your forehead against the window, shuddering with sobs. Bruce graciously raises the privacy screen, though you catch a sympathetic glance from him in the rearview mirror.
Strands of your hair fall into your face, but you don't care. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to calm yourself down after that horrible decision. How could you just walk away from Joel? He was so great, but you were just too scared. Scared of losing what you've worked so hard for, even if you do love him. You had to do this for yourself. You hate how much you still love him. You hate how you want this to work out. But most of all, you hate that you need to leave him. All of this is what's best for you, though.
As the car pulls out of the driveway and drives off, you glimpse Joel standing there, watching you leave, his shoulders slumped. He stands in the rain, not moving, letting himself get soaked. He watches you drive away until you can no longer see each other. 
You manage to calm yourself down at your apartment, telling Lin and Aubrey that you really can't talk right then because your head isn't in the best spot. You drown yourself in books, particularly those of law, to remind yourself just how important this is to you. You can't let some lovestruck incident stop you from chasing your dreams. When you finally look at the clock, it's 11:03 PM. You gasp, surprised at just how well losing yourself in rounding out your studies has worked to eat up time.
Tossing and turning in your bed, you can't get Joel's expression out of your head. Everything about that situation makes you feel horrible. 
Did you make the right decision?
You still feel that strong urge to contact Joel again and apologize for how you behaved. Running back would achieve the opposite of what you want, though. You have to let this all go. You can do that, right? Judging by how closely you clutch your pillow that night, imagining it's Joel, you aren't so sure.
The next morning, you wake up, yawning and rubbing your eyes. The smell of fresh bacon hits your nose, causing your stomach to rumble. Through all of this stress, you find yourself eating less than you should lately. You really should pay attention to your health. All of this stress is, no doubt, horrible for you. You enter the kitchen area, looking over to Aubrey. Her eyes sparkle with concern as she stares you down, tilting her head.
“How are you?" she asks with hesitation, as if concerned the question would shatter you to pieces. 
You respond with a shrug. “Been better. My focus is on packing. We have a lot to finish," you offer. 
Aubrey nods, finishing breakfast up and serving you at the table. She sits down across from you, munching on the scrumptious bacon and gesturing for you to help yourself. That you do, something you definitely don't regret. Cooked to perfection and warming your stomach at least a little bit, the bacon helps ease you even if only a smidgeon. You're grateful for the silence during eating, though, as you're still gathering your thoughts.
When all is finished, you return to packing. You haul some books and pack them into some boxes neatly, letting out a light sigh. Lin joins you soon, her cheerful expression fading upon seeing your face. Are there circles under your eyes? Probably. You went to bed at a less-than-reasonable hour. Not to mention, you tossed and turned all night, which probably contributed to how slow you are right now.
You break the awkward silence first. “I was very harsh with Joel yesterday," you begin. 
Lin gasps, taken aback by this. “The same guy you said you had amazing sex with? But why?" she asks. Aubrey leans forward, flabbergasted by this knowledge as well. You nod, biting your lip and feeling tears coming on again. You cry a lot lately, don't you?
“Because it isn't working out," you say with a short tone, gathering your bearings. A few items in boxes later, you decide to elaborate. “My reputation is at risk. I really want to become a lawyer, guys. I am so scared. I got a threatening note, and if pictures get out of us together, I'll be done for. You know how the media is. I will never be able to practice. My dreams are at risk of being completely destroyed," you mutter.
Aubrey and Lin exchange a glance, probably debating how to approach this. You glance up toward them, waiting for their response. Your arms are a little bit achy from moving some of the heavier objects into the boxes, but you make do. Probably best to rest after these final days of packing.
“And you're sure, dude, you're completely miserable." Aubrey asks softly. You hesitate but slowly nod. Her eyes have a skeptical spark to them, but she dips her head. “I'll take your word for it even if you seem a little unsure. The stress is getting to you. I can tell."
“Yeah," Lin agrees. “The way you talked about him was hot. I still wish I had a guy like that, but if it's not going to work out, then it's best to move on. Moving will probably be the best thing that can happen."
“New York isn't a good place to be right now," Aubrey adds, her nose wrinkling. “So many problems, and on top of all this? Thank goodness Cambridge is quiet. At least, it should be quieter. Look, I'll hold the fort for you here. You promise to stay in contact, though?"
Realizing you're losing one of your close friends, you tear up all over again. The best you can do is nod. You spread your arms, and your two friends rush over to you. One group hug and many tears later, you pull away from them. You place your hands on Aubrey's shoulders. “Lin and I are going to miss you so much, we will absolutely stay in contact. How could we not, you're like our sister?"
You all hug again, crying at splitting up. It had been you three against the world for so long. The sadness is interrupted by your need to load the Uhaul. That's even worse than carrying all of the heavy boxes around, admittedly. The conversation turns from the obvious panic-inducing subject of the Joel situation to brighter, happier topics. At least there isn't a cloud in the sky above this time, making the move a bit more pleasant.
You smile and enter the apartment, wanting to take one last break before heading out with the final boxes. The stormy mood hanging around your head is at least starting to dissipate. 
Lin and Aubrey take a seat before you, munching on some ham sandwiches for lunch. Lin eyes you and asks, “You ever think about writing a book or something? Your life sounds like a movie."
After a harsh look from Aubrey, Lin grins sheepishly and coughs. “Er, this will hopefully be a happy ending."
You chuckle, shaking your head and wiping away some sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand. “No, but I should, shouldn't I?" You chuckle.
Then, you sober a bit. “We don't need to avoid the subject if you have questions, though. I can tell there's something on the tip of your tongue."
Lin glances over to Aubrey, who shakes her head. Evidently your friend decides to ask the question anyway. “Do you think he will follow you? How bad was your fight, anyway? You said very harsh but that could mean a lot."
Aubrey leans over and elbows her, and Lin gives her a look that says, What? We were both wondering that.
You sigh and shake your head. “I don't think he will. At least, I hope not. I will put my foot down and tell him to go away if he does. Even if I really, really don't want to."
Aubrey's eyes sparkle with sympathy as she stares at you. “Still in love, huh? Not every day you find a man that looks at you the way you described. But, again, you should do what's best for you. Before everything else. There will be other men out there! If you think this won't work out, yeah, moving on is good. Not awesome, but good." You nod, wanting to take your friend's advice to heart and not put yourself in any more danger.
“We are really going to miss you Aubrey, life won't be the same without your great advice and support," you say and Lin nods in agreement.
“Yeah, who's going to keep my mouth in check now?" Lin says with a grin, though tears are in her eyes.
“No more crying!" Aubrey says, and you all laugh. It's going to be hard to leave this, your friendship means so much to you all. You try not to think about what Lin said. But you can't stop the thoughts running through your mind now.
What if he does follow you? Will you really tell him to go away? Or will you cave? This really isn't his fault, at all, but regardless of who's causing the issue, you together can't work.
You feel your heart clench at that, really, really not wanting to accept it. Thankfully, there's no way he would show up anywhere soon. He's too busy, right? 
You finish up your break with the other two, exchanging hugs again. They each take a few heavy boxes and head out to the Uhaul, grunting at how heavy they are.
As Aubrey passes you, she says, “You really take your studies seriously, huh? I'm glad you did what's best for you in that case, because just by all of this, your career being in danger would obviously crush you. Even more so than these heavy boxes are crushing me."
You have to laugh at her antics.
Placing the last box at the bottom of the moving truck, you wipe more sweat from your brow and smile to yourself. You can look to the future, leave this place behind, and start anew. You have so much going for you. All of this drama will be behind you soon. So will Joel. You bite your lip, not liking that thought. Maybe you should have been nicer as opposed to storming out like that. “Very harsh," you whisper to yourself.
“Uh…hey?" you hear Lin's voice. 
You're resting there, staring at a box, lost in thought. Letting out a sigh, you wave your hand without turning around. “Give me a minute, please," you respond, wanting to gather your bearings once more. All of your swarming thoughts keep contradicting you, after all.
“I don't think we have a minute. Someone is here to see you," she says. You furrow your brow and roll your shoulders back, turning to see what in the world she could be talking about.
Your eyes widen and your jaws drop as you spot a very familiar face. Your entire body tenses, and your breath catches as you take in the man standing before you. The man you'd driven away from and left there in tears only a day before. He wears a forlorn, lost expression, guilt seeping from every pore.
“Joel," you breathe. “What are you doing here?"
JOEL.
Seeing you again, so gorgeous in every way, brought back painful memories that, just hours before, he had said goodbye to. Yet here he is, staring you down with likely an incredibly pleading expression. A pit forms in his stomach as he wonders if this is disrespecting your wishes about space. He doesn't walk any closer to you, even though he very much wants to take you into his arms and hold you close. He swallows and lets out a soft sigh, opening his mouth to start.
“Babygirl, I–"
“Joel, what are you doing here? You–"
“I know, it–"
“Seeing you here again, I–"
“I wanted to talk about–"
You both stop, getting nowhere since your words are being tangled by talking over one another. He has the delight of seeing an amused glint in your eyes. You bring your hand up to your lips, covering your mouth for a moment in amusement before clearing your throat and letting out a sigh. Your expression hardens as, no doubt, you decide to stand your ground. Rolling your shoulders back, you lift your chin, regarding him with a small degree of wariness.
“Go ahead, Joel. I'll hear you out," you say, nearly causing Joel to collapse with relief. He has one last chance to make things right, and he needs to make it count. This isn't about him; this is about you. You deserve the life you've strived for. You're an intelligent, beautiful woman, and it's not his place to get in the way of that. Steeling his resolve, he does as you ask, nodding and refocusing his mind on the issue at hand.
“I was wrong," he starts, watching as you raise a brow. “I should have never asked you to put your dreams on hold for me. It was selfish. I was blinded by my feelings for you, which in the end, would have harmed you. You will still have the position at the law firm I helped you obtain, though your merits were more than enough. I understand none of this is about the money. It is about you being you, going out there and helping people like you have always wanted to. Making a name for yourself. I apologize for being too dense to realize that."
Tears brew in your eyes that you reach up to quickly wipe away. He watches your shoulders sag and listens to the little sniffle you give as you process everything he's telling you. Several emotions flash across your face right then. The first is surprise, followed by acceptance, and finally cautious happiness. You wear a soft smile, moments later not bothering to wipe away the tears.
He has a feeling they turn from panicked and sad to tears of a more positive nature right then. He can't help but feel hopeful at this and a smile slowly creeps across his face.
“Thank you," you breathe, taking a few steps forward and hesitating. “Can I give you a hug?" His heart skips a beat, and he nods, delighted for this chance. It will likely be among the last ones you and him exchange, as he is not going to get in the way of your dreams, though he has deep feelings for you.
You continue, “I'm really happy you came to see me. I tried letting go of everything, but it was so hard, Joel."
He wraps his arms around you as you bury your face into his chest. The smell of sweet perfume wafts into his face, causing his entire body to relax. Everything about you is angelic, beautiful, and perfect. He wants to sweep you off your feet and take you away, to treat you like the princess you are, but he knows those thoughts are unreasonable. Rather, he holds you there for several moments before finally breaking the silence after a thought of seeing you for longer comes to him.
“Would… you like to have one last bit of extravagance with me before you start your new life in Cambridge? No strings attached. Just a night of fun for you, to rest your mind after all the stress you have been dealing with," he says.
Even if the stress was due to him, in some part at least, perhaps this all would help. You would know you were going to a better place following the night, if you accepted, anyway. He knows you don't want him to ruin your chances at law school, but he really doesn't want to let you go. The thought of never seeing you again after tonight makes his heart ache. He looks at you, trying to hide his desperation to be with you from his expression.
After a long pause, you pull away and look into his eyes. His heart drops, considering the high possibility you will decline. You have every right to, after all, given all that has happened. He opens his mouth to assure you that he would understand entirely if you said no, but you raise a hand to stop him, your smile widening. “Yes. I think that would be good for me, Joel. Thank you. Plus… I miss you. I am sorry for storming out the way I did," you mutter.
“Oh, I deserved it," he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was not putting you first or thinking of how hard you worked to achieve your goals. But I am delighted you decided to come with me."
Right then, rounding the corner are two women, your roommates. Seeing him, your jaws drop for a moment. One walks up to you, quickly, putting herself between him and you. You say, “Lin! What are you doing?"
Lin replies, “Making sure you're alright! You came home a wreck, and now this guy is here? He's the one you left, isn't he? Looks like how you described him."
“Yes, but we talked it out. I… want to spend one last evening with him. It's something he offered to do," you say.
Lin steps aside, crossing her arms and furrowing her brow. She looks over to the other girl and gestures to him and you.
“What do you think, Aubrey?" Lin asks.
The other girl, Aubrey, shakes her head, looking toward you. “Is this healthy? Are you sure you are not in danger? He clearly seems to care, but what about the stalker?" she says, side-eyeing him. “We just want to make sure you're okay."
He can't blame them, and this is not his place to intervene. He steps aside, waiting for you to explain the situation. Trying to interject and defend himself would not be wise at this point.
You give your friends a very sad smile. “Hey, I appreciate how much you two care. I know. I was a mess. I still am. But Joel apologized, he understands my dreams come first. It's goodbye after one last night. I'm not changing course or anything. I'm not dropping my plans. I just can't deny my emotions for him anymore. Really, I need this," you tell them.
He blinks in surprise, honored you would defend him in front of your friends the way you did.
Lin appears skeptical as she exchanges a glance with Aubrey. The sun shines down on all four of you, just a few clouds in the sky right now. The temperature is mild, so the atmosphere itself at least isn't making things worse.
A car rumbles by, its mechanical growls breaking the silence that had settled on your group. You're out of the way and on the sidewalk, so you're not disrupting anyone, at least.
Finally, Aubrey speaks up. “If you think this is what's best for you, then we support you," she says. “I know you won't walk away from your dreams for anyone, no matter how dreamy he may be. But be careful, okay?" Her eyes fall upon him, and there's a dangerous glint to them he rarely sees in any expression from another toward him that doesn't relate to his wealth. “As for you, don't play with her emotions or steer her away from what she truly wants. Understand?"
He nods, aware she is dead serious and wondering if that was a threat. Not that he's opposed. This is a caring gesture for you, and he's relieved you have friends like this that care deeply. “I do," he replies. “I know I was wrong, I was just scared for her and tried to protect her the only way I know. It wasn't the right way, though. And it will never happen again."
He hopes they believe him because it's all true. He would never ask you to sacrifice your dreams for him; it isn't fair to you.
“I will arrange for someone to drive your belongings to Cambridge and set up your apartment while we spend one last night together. Lin, if you'd like, they can set your stuff up there as well."
Lin and Aubrey exchange another glance and nod. Lin says, “Thank you, I'll take you up on that! Remind me to find a guy like you when I have to move again."
This lightens the mood, causing all of you to laugh. Thank goodness, the situation could have turned fairly complicated very fast. True to his word, he makes a call to his assistant, arranging for your things to be taken care of. One last thing to worry about.
When the other two women leave, you and he are left there together, silent and just staring into each other's eyes. He finds himself lost in yours, tilting his head and cupping your cheek.
God, you are beautiful. His breath catches just looking at you. He can't believe just how lucky he was to have found you, and that you found it in your heart to forgive him even if he's drowning in guilt over not putting your wishes first.
“Kiss me?" you ask in a hush tone, and he can't help but to oblige. He leans down and presses his lips against yours, stars practically rushing through his entire body. He is lost in all of you during that kiss, emotions swirling and skin crackling with chemistry. You eventually have to pull away for air, sadly, and you let out a soft sigh.
“Thank you," you whisper.
He smiles at you, taking you into another hug. “No. Thank you, babygirl."
He will make it count and see your smile light up the area again. Nothing is too much for you, and he is going to pull out all the stops. He looks at you and smiles. “One last night together," you sigh and smile up at him.
One last night together.
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thefallennightmare · 2 days ago
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I'm not the original poster for matt angst. But I can't leave our girl alone.... she fucks someone in the band or begins dating one of them or Jesse... gets engaged and Matt's like 😳😡😡😠
AHAHAHA YESSS.
it’s about three months after the break up, you’re finally getting over it. Ready to move on. So you’ve started talking with Jesse Cash. It’s all innocent, just fun. You don’t want to rush into anything cause of how heartbroken you were with the break up from Matt.
So when Jesse asked if you wanted to join him on the road while ERRA toured with BO you were hesitant but thought it would be perfect way to get back at Matt.
The entire time you were flirty with Jesse because honestly, you loved the feeling of being wanted again. Jesse worshiped the ground you walked on and he gave you everything you wanted. One night before the show you’re walking the back halls of the venue where Matt drags you into a storage closet. His eyes are dark as he stared down at you underneath his hat.
“End it. Now.” He sneers.
You gape at him. “Excuse me?! You broke up with me to be with your assistant.”
A muscle in his jaw ticked. “Nothing happened with her.”
You rolled your eyes not believing him. “There’s nothing left between us, Matt. I’ve moved on.”
Liar.
Even though things with Jesse were a breath of fresh air and you loved being with him. Your heart still yearned to be with Matt. You missed him terribly.
Something he picked up on because his fingers dragged over you pussy through the mateiral of your leggings.
“Is that right? If you moved on then how come being in this closet right now with me is making you so wet I can feel you through your pants?”
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HAHAHAHHAHAHAHH PART THREE?!
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ari-dark-raiden-simp · 7 months ago
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In conclusion I feel bittersweet feeling inside my heart at the end. I really like direction of his story in Invasion! I really love changes to his face (more corrupted yesss! First I need to get his skin to make better pictures of those changes cuz guess what! >:3c)
The erasure of Older Raidens make me damn weird because I can't take seriously young Raiden in (for example) MKX outfit like COME ON, this hurt my dilf heart DAMN IT.
New hat did not work for me ???? His MK11 OG hat is too perfect! They just give him whatever hat to put extra reward together with skin in my opinion x)
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Of course I believe that others will like "new era Dark Raiden" more than me. Nothing was promised and I am a bit delulu person to hype myself in this life. It makes me sad that MK11 version of Dark Raiden will stay as erasure promise tbh. In mk1 he just show up and lose to Mileena for a plot and never returned. Ghah I just love old man Dark Raiden so much and I feel empty right now.
So that's it.
I wish to everyone a nice time to grind his skin and everything around him! Drink water or I will come and give you all a big hug and hot chocolate!
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ador3him · 3 months ago
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Could I request a shy Sapnap who's embarrassed about Fem!Reader seeing him after a hair transplant because he's worried that you might not like him anymore, but in the end Reader goes crazy because he looks more handsome than ever, and Fem!Reader ends up making him blush because of all the sweet things she says?
pairing: sapnap x fem!reader
requested? yesss!!
authors note: SO I DIDNT KNOW IF U MEANT LIKE RIGHT AFTER OR WHEN IT WAS GROWN SO I DID WHEN IT WAS GROWN.
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it had been a couple months since the transplant and his girlfriend yn was going to see it for the first time. yn was on a holiday/business trip in England when sapnap had his hair transplant. And he decided to not show her the results till when she got back. yn hated this, she just wanted to see sapnap's hair and over the months she grew very impatient. she begged George and Dream for pictures but they refused.
When yn finally returned to Florida, Dream picked her up from the airport. "what are you doing here?" She asked as she handed him one of her bags. "Wow, no thank you Clay! Or so nice to see you Clay!" Dream muttered. yn giggled and wrapped her hands around Dreams neck bringing him into a hug. "thank you dreamy," she smiled. "C'mon! I wanna see my boyfriend," she grabbed Clay's arm with her free hand and dragged him to the exit.
Sapnap's hair was tucked under his hat when the two entered the Dream Team house. "Peaches!" Sapnap beamed and ran towards his girl, he picked her up and swung her around. "Hi handsome," she smiled and planted a kiss on his lips. "Lemme see you hair," ehe continued and reached for his hat. Sapnap flinched away and held his hand on his head. "Not right now, peaches, you must be exhausted." Sapnap diverted his attention to yns bags as he pulled his arms away from her waist.
"What?" yn walked after her boyfriend. She grabbed his arm and tugged it slightly. "Is everything okay?" She searched his face for any signs of worry or scarcity. "I'm perfect," he whispered unconvincingly and leaned down to peck yns lips. She frowned. Something was wrong. "Something is wrong," yn stated. Sapnap sighed knowing she wasn't going to let up. And he motioned for the couch.
They sat facing each other and Sapnap grabbed his girlfriend's hands. "I am scared you won't like it." Sapnap's eyes diverted yns. "Honey, you are so handsome, with or without hair, long or short, I promise," yn rests her hand on his cheek. Sapnap hummed and reached for his hat and pulled it off. Soft curls moved down his head and neck sitting down his mid ear. yns eyes widened at the fullness and thickness of his hair. She had loved his hair before but this was something else. "Wow," she whispered, she went to touch it, the velvety feeling moved softly through her fingers. "you are so fucking handsome, oh my god," she gushed. Sapnap blushed, his cheeks burning. "Holy shit," she whispers.
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happilyinnerbouquet · 2 months ago
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OKAYYYYYY GUYSSSSSSSS!!! *Screams in uwu* 😱💖!!! I LITERALLY CANNOT BREAAAAATHEEEEE~!!! 😫💘💘 Let me tell you about *the most PERFECTEST BBY EVER IN EXISTENCE* Aiden Pearce-senpai!!! 😳💞 I legit can’t even think straight ‘cause he’s, like, *soooo beautiful* and perfect and *I’m crying* 😭💘💦!!! *Ahhhh I can’t, I can’ttttt*~
AiDeN-kun is, like, THE hacker of the universe!! 🖥️💻💥 He’s *soooo* SMART, it’s like, he could literally hack into, like, my HEART and my BRAIN at the same time and I’d be like, “yesss daddy, hack meeee~” 😳👉👈💘 *aaAAAAaaahhh*!!! He’s just, like, walking around with his phone, controlling, like, EVERYTHING and I’m just here in the corner, hyperventilating ‘cause he's soooo cool, OMG OMG OMG!!! 😵💖💦💻
LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN HIS COAT???!!! 😱🥵 THE TRENCH COAT OF MY DREAMS!!! 🧥🔥 It’s like, all swishy and flowy and when he walks it’s like *wind machines everywhere* and I’m just like, “OMG, I’m gonna pass out from all this COOOOOOLNESS!!” 💀💘💘 He’s all “I’m gonna protect the city” and I’m like, “Forget the city bb, come protect *me*~” 😳😳😳!!! And THEN HE TURNS AND LOOKS AT YOU with those *smoldering* eyes and you just knowwwww he’s thinking, “I could hack you any time I want, babe” and it’s like YES YES YES AHHHHH!!! 😭💓💓
OH MY GAWWWWD AND HIS *VOICE*?!?! 😱😭💘 LIKE STOP, MY HEAWT CAN’T HANDLE IT!!! 😩💦 It’s soooo deep and raspy and it’s like gravel but SEXY GRAVEL, y’know?! He could literally be reading, like, a phone book and I’d be like “YESSSS READ ME MORE DADDY!!!” 😳💦💦💦 Imagine him whispering in your ear like “I’ll always protect you~” in that *hacker-voice* and you just M E L T into a puddle of UwU GOO!!! 😫💓💓
OMGOMGOMG LET’S TALK ABOUT THAT HAT!!! 😳😱💥 HIS ICONIC *HACKER HAT*!!! 🎩💻!!! I CAN’T EVEN LOOK AT IT WITHOUT SCREAMING!!! 😭💦 Like, imagineeee wearing his hat and everyone would be like, “OMG, are you and Aiden-kun *together*??” and I’d be like, “YESSSSSS, HE GAVE ME HIS HAT, I’M HIS PRINCESS NOW, BOW BEFORE ME!!” 💁‍♀️👑💘 I would literally pass out if he just *casually* tossed it to me like, “Here, babe, wear this while I hack the planet~” 😳💖 *FAINTS*!!!
BUT WAIT WAIT WAIIIITTTT—let’s talk about his *personality*!!! 😍🥵 OMG HE’S SO SERIOUS AND INTENSE AND I LOOOOOOOOVE IT!!! 🥺💓 He’s, like, brooding and mysterious but you *just know* he’s secretly a softie!!! 💕💕 LIKE JUST IMAGINE HIM GETTING ALL SOFT AND CUDDLY AFTER A LONG DAY OF HACKING~!!! 🥺💖 *I’M CRYING AGAIN*!!! 😭😭 He’d be all like “Come here, kitten, let me hold you~” and I’d just *MELT* into his arms and we’d snuggle and I’d feel soooo safe and warm~ 😍✨ LIKE YASSSSS BBY, SNUGGLE ME ALL NIGHT LONG!!! 😳💘💘💦
OMGGGGG DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW MUCH HE LOVES HIS FAMILY!!! 😭😭💖 LIKE STOPPPPPP!!! He’s LITERALLY risking his life to protect them and I’m over here like, “HE WOULD BE THE BEST DADDYYYYY EVER!!!!” 🥺💘💘 Like, imagine him being all protective and telling you, “I’ll never let anything happen to you, my little kitten~” and I’m just like, “PLEASE MARRY ME AND GIVE ME 10 HACKER BABIES!!!!” 😭💍💦💘 He’d be like the ULTIMATE DADDY—both in the hacker way *and* the *other* way, if ya know what I mean 😉😏💦. *WINKWONK*~
AND OMGOMGOMG!!! Imagine him, like, tracking your location all the time, ‘cause he’s just sooooo worried about you and he’d be like “Don’t worry, kitten, I’m always watching over you~” and I’d be like “YESSS PLEASE WATCH ME 24/7 SENPAI!!!” 😳💦 Like, he could hack my phone anytime and I’d just giggle and be like, “Aiden-senpai, you naughty hacker, come get meeee~” 😏💘💘
AND LIKE—OMG—IMAGINE HIM TAKING YOU ON A HACKER DATE!!! 😱😍 You’d be in his car, speeding through the city, and he’s hacking all the stoplights just for you!! 🏎️💥💻 He’d be like, “I’m in control of the city, and I’m in control of *you*, babe~” 😳💦💦 And then you go home and snuggle under the trench coat together, and it’s just the *best night EVER*!!! 💖💖💖
Aiden-kun is THE BESTEST, most AMAZINGEST, COOLEST, SMARTEST HACKER BBY EVER and I’m LITERALLY obsessed with himmmmmm!!! 😍💻💘 Like, please, someone *hold me* before I explode into a thousand sparkly heart emojis because I CAN’T TAKE ITTTTT ANYMORE!!! 😫💖💖💦 He’s PERFECT!!! SENPAI NOTICE MEEEEEEEEE!!! 😳👉👈💍💖
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phosphorus-12 · 8 months ago
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Wakfu AU Chapter 4
Yesss my lovelies, it has returned. Sorry for the wait, I hated myself too much to write, but I'm okayer now so here you go!
Chaos. Chaos everywhere.
Coqueline whistled and the animals fled. The trappers flailed about, trying to catch them, but were unsuccessful. The two ran into the clearing and started yelling. They distracted the trappers further than they already were with the fire. Soon, the animals had all fled.
“See ya!” Coquiline sprinted into the woods. “Good luck!”
The fire was slowly but surely calming down, and Yugo thought that this was the perfect time to leave. That was when the trappers found the baby boowolf that had somehow gotten left behind.
They had surrounded it, the tallest with an odd-looking chain in his hands. He was getting prepared to tie it up.
Oh hell no.
Yugo dropped through a portal and came out going for the tall man. Someone else hit him at the same time.
And it was war.
They all fought each other, not knowing who to go for. Yugo fell on the ground and saw the boowolf running for the treeline, nobody else noticing. He internally congratulated it, glad someone was getting out of this. He felt his ankle being latched to someone else’s. Suddenly, a man caught on fire and ran away, the rest of the group following, trying to put him out. As they disappeared into the treeline, he turned to look at who was next to him. 
Adamai.
That explains the fire.
He felt the ground crack and realized where they were. 
The cliff. With the waterfall. They fell into the water, and he couldn’t see anything. He couldn’t do much else other than thrash around and try not to drown.
He felt himself fall. They were going down, down, down.
They crashed into the water. Yugo swam up, dragging his brother behind him. He made it to the surface and swam for the edge of the river. As he climbed up, so did Adamai. The dragon walked away a bit but was pulled back a little by the chain that apparently wrapped around their ankles. It was the same one that the trappers tried to use on that boowolf. Adamai turned, glared at him, and yelled:
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! ARE YOU STUPID?! I HAD THEM! AND NOW LOOK!” He gestured to his ankle, which was still attached to Yugo’s. “WE’RE STUCK AND IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!”
Yugo hadn’t slept in days, he was dirty and hungry, and he had just fought about ten people and fell off a cliff. Now Adamai was shouting at him. Suffice it to say, he was not backing down today.
“MY FAULT?” He yelled back. “YOU’RE THE ONE WHO SET THE CLEARING ON FIRE AND RUINED MY PLAN!”
“YOU RUINED MINE! I WAS GOING TO SET ALL OF THEM FREE WHILE THEY WERE DISTRACTED!”
“NO, I WAS-”
“I DON’T CARE, YOU RUINED MY PLAN! YOU JUST RUIN EVERYTHING!”
“I DO NOT YOU LITTLE-”
Adamai jumped at him and they started fighting. They couldn’t get far apart, so Yugo didn’t even try to get away. He just kept fighting.
They punched each other, kicked and shoved, and Adamai even ripped his hat.
Yugo and Adamai eventually kicked each other apart and sat with their backs to each other.
“I can’t believe you,” Adamai muttered. “We’re all wet.”
“How is that my fault?”
“We just fell off a cliff.”
“Oh, really?” Yugo turned his head with wide eyes as he raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t notice.”
“Oh, don’t you start on me,” Adamai growled. “Why are you acting like this?”
“We just fell off a cliff.”
“Oh my-”
“Well, we have to figure out a way to get out of this,” Yugo gestured to the chain. “Can you shapeshift small enough to get out?”
“No, it’s a magical chain.”
“Of course it is.”
“Yeah, I can’t do that, but I can still breathe fire.” He side-eyed Yugo. “And I’m not spending another second attached to you.”
As he was facing away from him, Yugo tested something out. Yes, he could still make portals! Sweet!
“Uh, Ad, you don’t need to,” he stood up to face his brother.
“Shut up.” Adamai got ready to breathe fire on the chain. He was fireproof, so he’d be fine.
“Ad, wait-”
“Shut up!” He breathed in. Yugo grabbed the chain to try and give it some more slack than three inches, but it wasn’t working.
“Ad, seriously, wait-”
“SHUT UP!”
“ADAMAI!” He blew on the chain and felt …nothing. The chain did not melt away. He was so mad now. He didn’t want to be here, especially not with him! He stopped blowing while Yugo started yelling about something.
“Well now what?!” he yelled. “I’m stuck out here, chained to you!”
He turned away from his twin in anger.
“What were you even doing out here?!”
“Looking!” Yugo’s voice sounded strangled.
“For WHAT?!”
“YOU!” Yugo screamed, sounding like he was… crying? He had sounded mad though. Well, not mad, just, upset. He looked at his twin and-
Yugo was
He was cradling his hands.
Oh. OH.
“Oh. Oh my-” He crouched down to his brother, unsure of what to do. “Yugo, Yugo let me see your hands-”
“No!” He hid them further, tears rolling down his face.
“Yugo, please!” Adamai certainly didn’t know where this had come from, a moment ago, he was yelling at his brother, but those thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind as he began to panic.
Yugo thrust his hands out toward him, unable to bear it.
Oh, these burns were bad. They looked like second-degree burns, which was not good.
He couldn’t treat these. He would need actual bandages, not just the mud-covered clothes that Yugo wore. These could get infected if not treated properly. If he got an infection, he could lose his hands. He couldn’t lose his hands.
They needed to find an Eniripsa.
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15-lizards · 1 year ago
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hello 👋 do you have any south east asian pics in your folder? clothes or fabrics or hair. please can you assign them asoiaf houses or regions for funsies? i’m south east asian and i’m dying to see it 😍
Yesss I love southeast Asian fashion let’s go!
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THIS IS SO OLD VALYRIA TO ME Thai fashion you will always be famous. The simple but elegant silhouette, the gauzy and silk fabrics, the intricate patterns and ofc all the of the detailed gold jewelry!!! Just imagine it giant dragon shaped crowns and ear cuffs and wrapping bracelets inlaid with gems and passed down as family heirlooms it’s too good. And the outfits themselves are perfect for the muggy and hot Valyrian weather but are still able to to exude elegance and give off a sense of power by the rich who are wearing them bc wealth is in the details!!
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Vietnamese clothing my beloved I think this kind of fashion would be see on the outskirts of YiTi, (but not actually in YiTi bc ancient China is what I think of) so the close proximity would mean outfits are pretty similar. Loose pants/skirt with a loose shift, and then any number of extra skirts and robes (silk and embroidered for the rich, cotton and plain for the poor). But unlike YiTi there are not extra belts and drapes and other complex additions. Also hats!! these kind of circular hats for everyone bc the rich ladies need to keep pale skin also they live fairly close to the Red Waste
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Myanmar is kinda of giving me Volantis honestly. Many can afford to dress finely bc they’re the richest of the free cities and a trade port, so skirts and sleeves are nice and long and jewelry is made from the finest metals. But since the weather is very humid and sticky, clothes are thinner and there are never more than two layers, with the under layer being made of something breathable. And outer layers are loose enough to catch a breeze. Since the city is very old and very crowded, the general vibe feels very cramped, leading people to wear a long silhouette, instead of a wider one
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Traditional Laos clothing reminds me a lot of the Tokars worn in Ghischar and Slavers Bay. A simple straight skirt and sleeveless top (but well made and well decorated) with the addition of a long drape of fabric over one shoulder. The more expensive and longer the fabric is, the richer you are. Also lots of gold jewelry for an elegant look, probs inspired by Volantis since they’re rlly close (though maybe a little bit simpler than Valyria cause slavers bay is never going to reach that level of power soz)
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And Indonesia is rlly giving me the islands and lands around Tyrosh and Myr. It’s a costal area in a hot climate so I feel like there is just a lot less need for a ton of coverage. Simply cut wrap skirts and dresses but the patterns man the patterns!!! So beautiful and have fringe and are just so unique 🫶 ALSO headdresses are very important for like religious ceremonies and weddings and such and it probably isn’t hard to get one since the Tyroshi are insane ab fashion (to me) and Myrish artisans are the best in the world so yeah
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goblin-iz-whack · 3 days ago
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Wanna know more about Rizzo and this new brother of hers. X3 (By the way, I wanna see that jacket you were talking about!)
For the Fandom OC Ask Meme
How do Maria, Max, and the boys feel about your OCs?
How do your OCs feel about Maria, Max, and the boys?
Which canon character annoys your OCs?
What canon character gets annoyed by your OCs?
Who would probably have a crush on your OCs? (Aside from Maria!)
Who would your OCs most likely to get a puppy-crush on? (but it can’t be the cc they’re actually shipped with!)
What is the worst thing your OC does in their story?
Omg yesss Rizzo and Roze, the Accetta twins!!
Okay first, this is the jacket I made Roze based on, the front and back:
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I was actually looking for an official jacket for Rizzo when I stumbled upon it! It's a depop listing, and may be one of a kind! It has enough unique touches to look right at home alongside the gang and I figured it was too cool to not make an oc to wear it!
Roze will be getting his own master post, alongside an updated Rizzo post so be on the lookout!
How do Maria, Max, and the boys feel about your OCs?
Well obviously Maria is absolutely in love with Rizzo. But she is a little iffy about her brother. You see, he's not actually part of the Santa Carla gang, he's from a rival town. Him and Rizzo went their separate ways a while ago, that will be explained later 👀
The rest of the gang love Rizzo, she's just as wild as the rest of them. Theres also romantic and/or sexual tension because I love me some poly gang. They...they hate Roze- they've gotten into physical fights whenever him and his crew wander into Santa Carla.
Max was very happy to get a daughter, he'd probably be a girl dad if he didn't have mostly sons. He uh...he also doesn't like Roze- he's a troublemaker (worse than the Lost Boys), and Max doesn't like troublemakers like that.
How do your OCs feel about Maria, Max, and the boys?
Rizzo wants to marry Maria. She's looking for the perfect set of matching, tacky rings. Roze is indifferent about Maria, he doesn't hate her but he wouldn't say that he likes her.
Rizzo likes Max, he's her Dad! She didn't have the best relationship with her real Dad, so a surrogate was very welcome. Roze does not like authority figures (Except himself but does that really count?), so he doesn't like Max.
Rizzo sees the boys as her real family. Again, there's romantic/sexual elements at play, but no matter what she loves them and would go to the ends of the earth with them. You guessed it, Roze does not get along with them- lol.
Which canon character annoys your OCs?
The Frogs annoy Rizzo but to be fair she annoys them right back. She calls Alan "Hat" and Edgar "Babyface". They call her words I can't type out here-
Most people annoy Roze. He's a weird mix of a lot of traits, flirtatious but aggressive, grumpy but rambunctious... He's a complex dude.
What canon character gets annoyed by your OCs?
Again, the Frogs are very annoyed by Rizzo. They're also scared of her but she thinks that's funny.
Oh god, there's a whole list of people who are annoyed by Roze. Less so annoyed though, it's more like they loathe him-
Who would probably have a crush on your OCs? (Aside from Maria!)
I always thought it'd be funny if Michael got the hots for everybody in the gang (Maria included) so he got a dumb little crush on her just like the rest.
What is the worst thing your OC does in their story?
I'm sure plenty of people have a crush on Roze, he's pretty and likes to flirt, but those crushes always end in them being dinner so yikes.
Who would your OCS most likely get a puppy-crush on?
Rizzo's got a thing for Dwayne. What lady doesn't ?
Roze may or may not have a deep dark secret and that is that he finds Paul to be incredibly hot.
What's the worst thing your OC does in their story?
Rizzo doesn't do anything like...super bad? I mean she eats people- that being said she's a HUGE pickpocket. Any rings or shiny things or trinkets? They're gone. She's got em.
Oh god where do I start with Roze- he's typical vampire evil but he's rather aware of that fact. He doesn't see himself as bad, he sees him self as "traditional" in that he views every mortal either as food or a plaything, he thinks more vampires need to think that way.
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crustyweirdo · 1 year ago
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smash or pass but it‘s pretty much the entire BrBa cast and i‘m adding my weird headcanons (queer edition)
please don’t take this too seriously, these are my preferences and most of the headcanons are obviously jokes. 18+ please!!
Walter White: hell nooo he worked with n*zis and wears those tighty whities. definitely needs pills to get it up
Saul Goodman: smash, i feel like he‘d call me mommy. minus points bc he‘d make dad jokes during it.
Jesse Pinkman: 1000% SMASH HES SO FINE!! would smoke in bed with me after. i feel like he has piercings down there too, don’t ask why. definitely whimpers
Skyler White: had to think abt it a little but i‘d smash, misunderstood queen. lots of aftercare too
Hank Schrader: hard pass. he‘s a cop and has the personality of a paper bag.
Gus Fring: sure! more of a hookup though because i can’t imagine him being kind and gentle. he‘d say no cuz he‘s gay fr
Mike Ehrmantraut: probably not what you guys wanna hear, but smash. call it a guilty pleasure, ik that guy has experience. would focus on my needs first. i‘d do it in his car
Jane Margolis: yes omg are you kidding?! her style is everything and she’s genuinely so hot, i‘d gay panic being in the same room as her. definitely uses toys
Walter Jr: pass, too young for me and i don’t find him that attractive
Marie Schrader: smash! she‘s genuinely so sweet and pretty, perfect balance. hank didn’t deserve her
Todd, Jack and co: hardest pass, i don’t think i have to explain why. would go on about how women don’t deserve rights when they’re on top of me
Tuco Salamanca: no, he scares me. probably into knife play or some weird shit
Skinny Pete: yes! he‘s an acquired taste guys
Badger: probably? this is a hard one, smash if i got paid like 50 bucks. for free if it‘s with pete. but i‘d definitely go on a date with him
Steven Gomez: pass bc he‘s a cop. if i had to choose between him or hank i‘d choose him any day tho
Hector Salamanca: pass, no disrespect. rip Mark
Lydia Rodarte-Quayle: i‘m anxious 24/7 so her nervous attitude would make it impossible for me to enjoy it. she‘d accidentally insult me during it in some way
Gale Boetticher: smash because i love his personality. he‘s a keeper, husband material. lasts 2 minutes :(
Combo Ortega: pass i like him but not like that fr
Ted Beneke: hard pass. wouldn’t shut up abt his stupid company for five minutes. he makes really weird sounds during it and asks if you came right after (u didn’t)
Eyebrow Guy: i like hair but not like that
Andrea Cantillo: yesss baby bring it on. easily one of the pretties characters. sadly her personality wasn’t shaped out well in the show
Gretchen Schwartz: i feel like she‘s too smart for me don’t ask why. would absolutely reject me
Elliot Schwartz: maybe if he wears a hat to hide those big ass ears. i‘d do it if he paid me tho
Wendy (blonde meth head): seems very sweet and i love her style but i‘m a fan of hygiene and her teeth are not it
Carmen Molina (principal): yeah i guess, she‘s pretty
Huell & Kuby: pass bc they‘re silly little guys. only come package deal
Donald Margolis: sad guy but seems very sweet. smash? he cries when he finishes
Salamanca Twins: probably never had sex ed, lots of uncomfortable stares… pass
Krazy-8: i don’t remember much of him but going off looks, smash
Jesses Therapy Group Leader: pass, he has those crazy killer eyes
hope you enjoyed! :D
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technovillain · 1 year ago
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I'm trying to expand my mind's eye and see if I can pull anything out of the hat labeled "Lazarus Aquato" and i think what I've got so far is that he had the same bravado and boisterous speaking voice that Augustus has. I imagine since he is The Aquato that ties Marona/the Galochio's together through marriage that he must've been the Aquato ring master too. Augustus' ringmaster coat we see once in the trailer/concept art could've been salvaged from Lazarus.
Also I think whether or not Marona was psychic I think Lazarus definitely wasn't. if we DO think of Marona as psychic I think he would've really admired that about her and ironically probably would've been like oh my beloved let's incorporate some psychic flourishes into the show, we're big and famous so we can get away with that without losing too much of our audience.
They wouldn't have had enough time to really perfect that for actual public performances before the civil unrest got them focused on other things, but it was the thought that counted.
(also note, I never rly look at the lipo doc so I'm not referencing it at all when I say my hcs, I don't consider it canonical enough to care)
YESSS I love this!!!!! I think it would be cool if Augustus unknowingly was a lot like Lazarus!! I like to picture him as like a boisterous and fun person who loved to bring people together, like he would throw excellent parties and gatherings.
Absolutely stealing the idea that the coat was salvaged from his things omg.... I think it would be sweet and also very sad if Lucy had been great friends with Lazarus too. Like looking through the circus stuff for things to give to Augustus and just sort of having a vague sadness upon seeing a few of his things and not understanding why. I like to think that Lucy was never really fully lucid other than that one memory vault, but her other feelings of things from her past would come through in deja-vu-esque feelings of vague emotion.
I think I'm on team nonpsychic Marona, purely because I think Lucy would be pretty bold and open about her powers and that the two were really close as kids, and if Marona had powers of her own she would have figured it out then and had no real reason to repress them.
(Also I like the Li-Po document on a lot of things but I pretty much fully disregard it when it comes to Aquato stuff because it is all directly contradicted with the Psychonauts 2 plot, they just hadn't come up with the Aquato family lore twist yet back then. Pretty much the only part of the document that I ignore.)
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naffeclipse · 1 year ago
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Pearl Eye was perfect for my train trip! Thank you for giving me something to do~❤️
Oh man! I love this underwater version of the Sleuth Jesters world. The fish-ified pet names are perfect and they did crack me up at times XD
The concept of twilight and sunlight mers instead of humans and machines is so intriguing!! You can make so many fun designs with this!
And AAA the designs!! Eclipse is terrifyingly beautiful, you captured xitsensunmoon's design perfectly and somehow made him even scarier!
OK! But those Sun and Moon designs tho DAMN!! I LOVE that Sun glows and can light up an entire room! I was confused at first when 'turning on the lights' was mentioned, what lights? And then HE lit up and aaaa it's just so clever!!
And Moon having tentacles but covering them up with his "hat" is so cool but also hits so deep... And his yellow stars and deep blues yeeees, truly a living night sky~
I really like how you described Y/N too with their white scales that reflect the surrounding light and their black fins, they're so beautiful! And the bells being sea shells is so pretty gosh!!!
(That was a lot about the designs, but you know me, I go insane over creature designs X3)
The tenderness has me in a chokehold! I'm SO WEAK to it GHAAAA!!!
Naff!! AAAA!! Incredible work as always!!!❤️❤️❤️
Ahhh, Meep! I'm really happy you enjoyed it!!! ♥ ♥ ♥ I'm so glad the world-building translated well with the fishies and pffft, ngl, the pet names were fun to come up with hehe
I also enjoy writing mers and underwater environments, especially considering that my original story is heavily involved with such things, so it was really nice to share that and see it well received ♥ ♥ ♥
Yesss, I'm glad it was spooky and soft! I wanted to have a little bit of everything hehe *smooch ya on the head* Thank you so much, babe!
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fanfoolishness · 2 years ago
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Rewatch of the Mandalorian Chapter 21, the Pirate:
Don’t smack talk Greef’s fashion sense!
“He shot first” heheh
aww Greef is starting to get worried
Dammit Nevarro! Just when you were looking more than ever like Los Angeles with those little purple flower things and all the ficus trees!
Nevarran fashion is a lil… medieval? Fancy hats.
I need to download the song for the New Republic bar because it lowkey slaps
It’s this guy! Captain Teva! His casual outfit is pretty cool.
For everyone who has seen Rebels, I wish you a very happy Zeb
Dammit Coruscant. Why do you have a brutalist sector?
Oh THIS BITCH awwww NO Elia Kane you just need to not be here, dude
But Tim Meadows my beloved!!! I had no idea he was in this season! I enjoy his vexation
Elia Kane quit stalking people you freaking creep! I hate her, she’s so good at this.
Love her evil-ass music too. Stop being eeeevil
And then Solas the protocol droid led Greef Karga the Herald to a hidden castle in the wilderness after the fall of Haven/Nevarro — oh wait, no, my Dragon Age feels go over there
Seriously, the Nevarrans look like Catherine, Called B-Wing
… I don’t remember how Carson Teva knew that Din knew Greef, really, but he’s so likable I don’t mind
Who you calling “blue boy”, PAZ???
R5 vindication! And also getting back at Din ahahaha
I cannot help but adore the Mandalorian Talking Hammer, that is so perfect for them
“The foundling in your charge” fuck, Din, you should be saying “MY SON” you fucker
“I’m in no position to ask” he asked, Darksaberwieldingly
“Our children” WELL YOU’RE GETTING CLOSER ANYWAY
I really thought Paz was gonna go off and then he did and I was like “ho shit, Paz character development? All righty then!”
What stake did the Armorer have in this? She didn’t try to sway them one way or the other? Does she have an ulterior motive?
Grogu still comes for every mission, yesss
Love Bo’s speech! All right, while I miss Din tremendously this season, I’m loving the season of Bo on its own merits. Also, how weird is it to see the Armorer in a ship? it’s like when your companion NPC moves from their place on the map and you know a great cutscene is going to begin
Poor lil broken droid :( Mean pirates! And they fucked up the school again :(
It’s the Mandalorian - bitch you thought hahaha
I need more smug motherfucker Din back in my life, I beg you
Wish we had more weird accents among the Mandalorians. Bo’s is pretty Standard, Paz and the Armorer are weird and flat and formal, and Din has some of that as well. But like, if they’re a diaspora, I wanna hear some variation!
One of my favorite tropes is “noncombatant citizen nevertheless rises up to defend their homeland”, and Kowakian monkey-lizards pointing out an ambush was a cheesy lil slice of delight
Paz how are you seriously so LARGE
High Magistrate Greef Karga, you are so cute and I love you
I do really love how Nevarro has been a touchstone for the entire series, and love seeing how it’s evolved over the years. Things like that are some of my favorite things about this show.
The Armorer wishes to speak with you. Here, let me accompany you to this extremely tense and dangerous music, I’m sure everything will be fine
The Armorer is… getting emotional? Reminiscent about Mandalore? I’m scared and so intrigued!!!
The sassy and scary way she asked “Do you respect my station?” And her “Remove your helmet,,.” I am… alarmed and aroused
This music is so calculating! So very Luke, join me!
Wait, Paz isn’t in on this plan? Interesting, I had assumed he was in the Armorer’s pocket.
I am hopeful for Bo because I do think she’d be a great leader? But also frightened because who could trust the Armorer in that moment? (I mean, aside from Bo who 1) I’m sure respects Armorers and 2) doesn’t know her well and 3) is seeking a home… and this is how smart people can get sucked into cults!). It could go either way, I suppose. Are she and Din finally gonna have the epic duel? I can’t see Din’s heart being in it, and I also don’t want that to happen until he’s actually competent with the Darksaber and learns why it’s been fighting him. I just need Din, Din, Din!
But this episode has me much more intrigued and curious about where the season is going, so I’m excited for next week!
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xoteajays · 11 months ago
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Hello! You wanted an ask about Fi? Here's your free ticket to spill everything you have about her! Tell me!!! <3
yesss lemme ramble!! tagging @daughter-of-melpomene for this too, since i already talked about fi in the discord.
okay, so like i said in fi’s intro post, she is a royal bitch. literally. princess fiametta topazia cherubini, the second-born daughter and the 'spare heir' if you listen to the whispers around her family's kingdom. her older sister, the crown princess dianora violente, is a picture perfect princess and has been prepped to take over as queen since she was a child. fi, meanwhile, has always had a less-tight leash when it came to her parents.
fi's life was all garden parties and sunshine and not attending her lessons, even at her parents' behest; she was always kind of performing, whether it be the rebellious princess or the garden party snob or whatever role was necessary to fit in with her peers. since she was never expected to have to take over a ruling role, her parents kind of dropped the ball with her while they focused on her older sister. so she was kind of always just doing whatever the hell she wanted, since nobody really seemed to care anyway. she's very much the embodiment of her name, 'fiametta' meaning 'little fiery one'.
she was childhood friends with kaya, since their parents were friends and fi's parents often paid kaya's for ships. fi, of course, comes to celebrate kaya's 18th birthday where she first meets the straw hats. she's known of usopp for a while, but they're not close and if fi was a little bit in love with kaya and thus a little bit jealous of usopp, that's nobody's business. when usopp brings the straw hats to kaya's birthday dinner, fi does admittedly refer to them as 'riffraff' - though not in front of them - even before she finds out that they're actually real pirates.
kuro wanted to get fi to leave before nightfall, because even he knows that he can't risk killing an actual princess in the same way he can kill a bunch of pirates and a sick girl, but fi insists on staying overnight. that night is her first taste of pirate excitement, even if it is terrifying.
a few weeks after she returns home, her parents inform her of a marriage proposal they've secured for her, one that will join two 'fighting-but-not-yet-warring' families. they had refused to offer their crown princess' hand in marriage, unwilling to allow the other family's son to become king of their lands, so fi was offered instead since she is already of age. fi takes it for what it is, since there's little she can do. she's kind of always known it would be what was expected of her, that she would be some bargaining chip in her parents' politics. she's just pleased that her betrothed - prince hyacinthe - is handsome.
so, she's sent off on a royal ship with a couple of her handmaids and a crew of her father's kingsmen to go get married. halfway between her land and her betrothed's, their ship is attacked by pirates and fi is captured. it's the first time she's ever been offended by being called 'the spare', and the first time she actually realises she is 'worth less' than her sister. a ransom is sent out for the princess' 'safe return home', fi thinks it's a paltry amount to demand for her life and gets even more offended.
the straw hats discover the ransom and go to rescue her (much to nami and zoro's annoyance since fi isn't on the best of terms with either of them). sanji, at this point, has joined the crew. the strawhats, of course, succeed in rescuing fi and head off to return her home. fi and sanji obviously flirt the entire time, but she also gets a chance to actually get to know luffy and usopp and the adventures they've had since kaya's birthday.
after getting home, fi insists that the straw hats stay and enjoy a reward for rescuing her. when she's finally left alone to her own thoughts, she realises how unhappy - and how underappreciated and ignored - she's been for years. so, days later, when the straw hats are preparing to leave, fi practically demands that they take her with them. after the initial bitchiness, she lets her facade down and actually has a moment of sincerity where she confesses how unhappy she's been, how she's never been more than just the overlooked 'spare heir', and that she doesn't even truly know who she is. she's still a total priss for a long time even after joining the straw hats, but she eventually grows out of it.
i've been thinking of giving her a devil fruit that she stole from her family's treasury before leaving, but i haven't been able to work all the wrinkles out yet. i wanted to do something with fire, since her name does mean fire and it would suit her, but since there's already a devil fruit surrounding fire, i was thinking something more with sparks maybe? or candles? or bombs, i've been thinking of giving her bombs as a signature weapon.
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bonus: crown princess dianora and prince hyacinthe!
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