#and the truth is unless you worked on the game or are close with someone who did. you simply do not know what went into its development

[translucio]

i agree with a lot of veilguard critique, but some people are saying things that make it very obvious that they have no idea what it takes to develop and ship a AAA game and little if any respect for the people who do that work. i think it's fine to criticize narrative and gameplay choices, and fine to object to public quotes from people like busch and epler. but don't make assumptions about their lack of knowledge or expertise, or about how obviously they could've just done x y z. especially if you have not studied or been involved in commercial game development yourself.

[yowumi]

CONSUME ME.

— pairing. osamu dazai x reader x chuuya nakahara [bsd]

✧˚ · . warnings. minors do not interact! 18+, they are all old friends who worked for the port mafia, teasing, they have to work together for a mission, teasing, hinting of past sexual encounters, yes chuuya and dazai are on that gay shit, all characters are in their 20’s, smut.

✧˚ · . a/n. hey guys it’s aries! i just started watching bsd and i love it so far and came up with this idea while making mac and cheese so here we are lol ^-^

pt. 1 // pt. 2 (coming soon)

getting out of the port mafia is hard, but not impossible.

that’s the words you repeated to yourself the day you left, while you ran through the streets with only a bag of weapons and one spare of clothes, as you wiped out hundreds of men chasing after you with bullets shooting over your head, as you ran away from that place for good.

it’s a vivid memory, one that should be celebrated on yet it felt more like a loss, grief. as a stray away young teenager it felt like home but as you grew and matured, you couldn’t help but hate what you were doing. — did you really want to be controlled by him your whole life?

after countless attempts of leaving the port mafia in your earlier years from rebellion and wanting to ‘make a statement’ on how much he really needed you, none of your attempts had ever worked. or more so, you never let any of them work.

the acting out played out for a while, that was until new recruits joined the port mafia. two boys, one named dazai, a tall man with chocolate hair, he had such a boyish demeanor at times, yet his eyes always felt so dark, deprived of the light. the other was named chuuya, a blunt man filled with pride and slight temperament when accompanied dazai. you can’t deny they complimented each other well. despite the circumstances of the port mafia’s harsh nature, seeing the two bicker and argue like teenagers felt refreshing. It was something you hadn’t experienced in a long time.

the two boys were accompanied by you after then, you three became quite close over time, sharing teenage memories with each other as you grew stronger, complimenting each others abilities in combat. although dazai rarely participated in hand to hand, unless necessary.

it wasn’t until a drunken night on chuuya’s eighteenth birthday that the three of you had played a spicy game of truth or dare.

“is it true that your wearing a wig” chuuya grins at dazai with a teasing expression as he sips the cocktail in his hand.

you’d laugh playfully pulling on dazai’s hair, earning a small wince from him.

“you can find out if it’s the real thing tonight when your pulling on it” he cheekily remarks.

“yeah right as if” chuuya rolls his eyes.

and it didn’t take long before the little brain cells left inside you from the alcohol began forming like a lightbulb turning on in your head.

“let’s spice this game up a bit, truth or dare but if you chicken out, you’ve gotta strip!” you presented to them excitedly and dazai claps with approval. chuuya on the other hand sighs in approval.

let’s just say by the end of the night, the three of you were stripped down to your undergarments, after many requests of pranking the boss, which no one had the balls or idiocy of doing even while drunk.

“truth or dare?” you asked chuuya.

“truth”

“is it true that you’re a virgin?” you blurted out without thinking, you were all very close so you didn’t think much of asking personal questions.

unexpectedly, his cheeks turned a light shade of red as he looked away huffing as he stared at his underwear being the only piece of clothing left on his body. “dazai close your eyes, don’t wanna hurt your ego” chuuya snarks at him implying he doesn’t want to answer which only makes dazai’s eyes widen.

“wow, with someone with such a big talking game, you still haven’t managed to get your dick wet yet?” he teased.

“wait you’re being serious chuuya?” you furrow your eye brows at him.

“i’ve done other things, don’t go pinning me as a plane jane alright, i just haven’t had sex that’s all” he admits, “dazai are you even one to talk! i doubt any women would want to do anything with you considering how much you rant about suicide!”

“perhaps your right” he says casually before his eyes lighten with an idea, “y/n, truth or dare?” he asks, suddenly excited making you worried. dazai thinking was never a good thing.

“fuck it, dare”

a smirk appears on his face as he looks at chuuya and you, “I dare you to take his virginity”

chuuya and your face widen as a blush creeped upon the two of your faces. suddenly feeling a bit nervous, “I, uh-“ you stutter, not knowing whether that would be okay to do with your friend. you wouldn’t mind, and of course you knew the two of your friends were very attractive so can’t deny sexual thoughts have crossed your mind late at night when you laid alone in bed but this all seemed so fast, faster than your brain could keep up.

dazai leans into you, slightly holding your waist firmly and pressing his lips near your ear whispering, “oh and let’s not forget that whoever chickens out has to strip” he emphasizes the word strip. “and from what i see, you only have your bra and panties left, i don’t think it’s smart to leave yourself vulnerable like that in front of two men…especially in this state…” he turns his gaze down to his briefs making you look down with him, noticing the bulge popping out against his leg while he looks back to chuuya who’s noticeably hard. you hadn’t even realized it before.

that night you had took chuuya and dazai’s virginity, and they took yours. it was a day you couldn’t seem to forget no matter how drunk you were. the line between the three of you was crossed and it never went back, making it ritual that the three of you were together in all ways.

that was until dazai left a few months later.

after he left, he didn’t leave any trace, no warning, nothing. if it weren’t for a report sent back after weeks of looking for him that he was surely alive but he didn’t want to come back.

chuuya and you grew distant after the fact. instead of the light mood and energy that you two were usually surrounded by, it felt as if the two of you were grieving dazai. not just as a friend, but as a partner.

for the last year you stayed in the port mafia, which was about a year after dazai had left, you and chuuya would spend nights together in your shared apartment, the apartment all three of you used to share.

it always hit the two of you at night that he wasn’t there, that’s when you and chuuya were brought together. silently, whether it was searching for comfort as you held each other as you slept, or angry sex from the frustration of work and the loss of dazai, or looking at each other with understanding, understanding of the same feeling brought upon both of you.

you had made a promise that you would tell him if you were planning to leave the port mafia.

you broke that promise when you had proceeded in refusing to help bomb an orphanage, not wanting to cause harm to children, that was always where you crossed the line. that was always the hard topic for you and you had thought that was something you and the port mafia had agreed on. you were wrong and no isn’t an answer in the port mafia. you were informed by one of your colleagues that they planned on assassinating you, for your disobedience as it was a very important mission needed to be done, something only you could pull off with your strategic planning and stealthy combat skills.

you had no time to leave, it was urgent and non negotiable. if you hadn’t left at that exact moment, you were surely going to be executed.

so you ran.

and you didn’t stop until you knew you couldn’t be found. you tried to find comfort working underground, doing some dirty work, something you were already familiar with. you worked for a on the low agency that helped take down dangerous organizations. it was like the fbi except…the government was some of the people you were mainly trying to take out…

after time of building a name for yourself in the under world, being the go to for underground highly advanced assassinations on huge corporations, ones nobody could dream of touching. your ability allowed you to remain invincible, not physically but not a single soul has been able to sense your presence, you didn’t have any fingerprints or bodily identification that could be left behind. you were the definition of stealth which made you dangerous yet wanted by many.

it didn’t take long for you to have everything you wanted, from where you sat, the port mafia couldn’t take you down unless they gave it their all, same as dazai. they knew it would be a means to war if they were to force us back. a war they wouldn’t be able to win.

you couldn’t deny that it felt lonely, the years you spent alone. you tried looking for chuuya, you watched over him, sometimes you would even stalk him trying to figure out what he was up to these days. dazai on the other hand, you somehow couldn’t find yourself to look for him.

dazai was being looked for, they were trying to bring him back, they wanted him. If he left, it was only because he wanted to.

there was always something so distant about him, he kept up such an act that made him seem okay constantly, never letting his guard down. yet, something about him always felt distant, as if he was right there yet meteors away.

for years, the silent distance between the three of you marinated, not having any connection between each other, no communication, nothing.

that was until 3 years later, you were informed that chuuya and dazai had a little reunion, without you.

you stared blankly at the report given to you of the information, not knowing how to feel towards the situation. pictures were provided and you can’t deny that they aged well. dazai grew a few inches, he wore lighter clothes now, taking on a more casual look rather than the edgy one he wore as a teen. chuuya on the other hand hadn’t grown much since, although his face matured more and his hair grew out a bit, you also recognize he took on a better sense of style.

you put the paper down and threw it in the trash.

their reunion had nothing to do with you, therefore you should be kept uninterested. the past is in the past.

a few days later you had received a visitor at home in the middle of the night, which was rare because you didn’t receive house visits. you grabbed your gun from your night table making your way towards the presence you heard near the kitchen. looking around for any sign of life, you pointed your gun up before being blinded by the lights turning on in the darkness of the night. you quickly gained your composure before you felt a warm body behind you and a hand coming towards yours which was holding the gun.

bandages.

you knew who’s hand that was, you knew that hand all too well. your legs felt the sudden urge to weaken and your breath hitched as you felt him inches away behind you. feeling his breath against your ear as you felt him lean in, “you didn’t think i’d forget about you, did you?” he let out a soft chuckle against your ear as he took the gun from you.

“how did you get in here dazai” you say bluntly not daring to turn around to look at him, in fear of losing your composure, or perhaps your sanity in this case.

this seemed funny to him and you realize how stupid the question is. — why wouldn’t he be able to get in here?

you grew with annoyance swiftly pulling a move fast enough for you to take out a small knife from under the small shorts you were wearing and backed him into a corner, pointing the weapon towards his neck.

“why are you here.” you finally look him in his eyes for the first time in years, taking in the close proximity between the two of you.

“would you believe me if i said a friendly reunion over some drinks?” he teased, “i came back because…” he leans in closely knowing you wouldn’t kill him, “i need you.” he whispered in almost a whine, one you were familiar with.

you were taken by surprise by his words about to kick him in the nuts for his stupidity before a voice comes out from the back.

“you shouldn’t tease dazai, you know that only results in punishment” chuuya’s voice echoed out from the couch that he sat splayed across on. you look up at him feeling immediately guilt in your stomach remembering how you left him.

dazai quickly notices this trying to change the conversation with the mention of drinks. “you must have some type of alcohol in the house, right?” he starts searching and rampaging through your cabnits as he looks for any sign of alcohol.

“aha!” he lifts up an old bottle of wine that hasn’t been opened pulling the lid off effortlessly as he cheered.

you go sit down on the couch next to chuuya where he stares silently at you, “been a while” he says barely making eye contact with you.

“yeah..” you say awkwardly, not knowing what to say. you figured you would tell him you were sorry now while you have the chance as dazai is distracted, “listen, i’m sorry about how i left, i just-“ you were cut off by chuuya.

“don’t worry about it, i’m not holding grudges” he says giving you a slight comforting smile in the best way he can considering his usual blunt and annoyed manner.

you smile back as you two sit in silence, taking each other’s in as you looked at each others new appearances with age and maturity.

looking at him from up close forced you to really look at him and his features, taking in the way his eyes slightly softens when dazai speaks to him from the kitchen or how he plays with the rings on his fingers as he speaks, when you really took the time to look at him, you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by him.

stealing you away from your thoughts, dazai awakened you from your gaze when he calls your name out for what must have been a few times now asking if you want him to serve you a cup, you nod in reply.

as dazai sits down, placing the cups filled to the brim with liquor on the small coffee table that laid in the middle of your nearly empty apartment.

“you should get plants or something ya know, it’s so depressing in here, your house looks like the inside of a grandmas vagina” dazai speaks freely — as always, when does he not?

“how the hell would you know what a grandmas vagina looks like?” you furrow your eye brows at a cheeky dazai, giggling in response.

“i’ve been around, the ladies love me ya know” he sarcastically brags, as chuuya shoots him looks of judgement with a small scoff, “you disgust me.” he takes a sip of his drink.

times like these reminded you of your teenage years, memories that made your time serving the mafia feel not so bad.

“you never answered my question…” you’re still curious as to why they came back to you after years, it was all so sudden. there had to have been a reason, right?

chuuya gives dazai a look emphasizing that he should tell her, dazai rolls his eyes in defeat. he really hated having to change the mood.

“the port mafia are planning to hunt you down so until further notice, i was informed that i needed to take you in so you can receive protection from the angency.” he says taking a sip from his cup.

you look towards chuuya, “and you?” you ask.

his face flushes just for a moment before looking down almost in embarrassment, “…i uh volunteered or whatever..” he looks away.

your face grew with concern coming closer to him, “wait? but that would be a betrayal to the port mafia, would it not?”

he looked up at you, “yeah but it’s fine.” he says plainly trying not to make a big deal out of it. “dazai dragged me into it anyways, pestering me and shit” he glared at dazai sitting next to him.

“hey! you joined without hesitation, it didn’t take much convincing out of him-“ his words cut off with the slap of chuuya pushing a napkin in his mouth left with a pouty dazai.

“well i guess i don’t have much of a choice in this, do i?” you ask.

“nope.” both of them say, dazai with a grin and chuuya with annoyance.

you get up and leave the room making your way to your own bedroom, receiving confused looks and ‘huh’s from the both of them.

you come out within a few seconds with a duffel bag filled with your belongings.

“you were trained well” dazai grins.

“so where are we heading?”

.

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link to part 2 (coming soon)

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

The Perfect Life || CL16 {8}

Summary: Life has flipped upside down: the people supposed to protect you hurt you and the man who hurt you protects you. Warnings: angst, fluff WC: 2.3k F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight Taglist: RETIRED Head over to my dedicated library blog @dilemmaslibrary and opt to get notifications from there.

Nausea churned your stomach and you were grateful dinner hadn’t been served or it would surely be making its return. Blood rushed past your ears and throbbed in your head as you tried to focus on the sheet music in front of you and not the cold touch of sweat beginning to coat your skin.

“Don’t fuck this up,” your mother warned.

You vividly remembered the last time you messed up, fumbling over the tune in front of her friends. She had sent them on their way to the pool house bar and the moment the door closed she slammed the lid of the piano down before you could react. You hadn’t been able to fight for weeks with the thick bandages that kept the finger splints in place.

With trembling hands you lifted the lid that protected the ivory keys from dust. It weighed more than it looked and your eyes scanned the wood for any sign of the blood that had stained it. There was no point searching for something that couldn’t be seen, you found the housekeepers were able to clean blood out of anything.

“You’re shaking,” Charles whispered as he took a seat on the bench with you. His hands took yours and concern bled into his green eyes.

“I’m fine, I just need to get this right. It has to be perfect.”

He frowned at the detached tone and let you pull your hands free, but he didn’t leave as you raised your hands to the keys and stared vacantly at the music book on the shelf. Fingers he had seen clenched tight into fists and fighting with raw strength now moved delicately across the keys and your eyes closed. To anyone in the room it would look serene, divine even, but close up Charles could see the shimmering of tears beneath the lashes.

Something, or someone, had utterly broken the woman beside him and Charles found out just how much he could truly hate when he looked up to see your mother. Her watchful eyes were eager but it wasn’t for the music. The eyes that were the same exact shade as yours were too invested in your performance. It was a stark comparison to when his mother watched him play. There was no pride, merely cold calculations and the anticipation of a mistake.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath as your little finger seized up and failed to reach the key needed.

Fire ignited in your mother’s eyes at the mistake, not that anyone else would have caught it unless they were pianists too. Cruel intentions played across her face as Charles shifted closer on the seat and reached for your hand, slipping his beneath yours and taking over the piece, finishing it almost perfectly.

“Such a delightful duet,” your mother clapped, accepting the applause as if she had done the work. “Dinner will be served in a moment.”

The crowd dispersed to take their appointed seats but you couldn’t move as you sat with your hands slumped on your lap. A shadow fell across you and you tensed, waiting for the pain to come.

“Come on, baby, we’re leaving.” Charles rose to his feet and planted himself between you and your mother.

“The evening isn’t over.”

Charles curled his arm under yours and pulled you to your feet but you felt like a puppet, not in control of your own body. “It is for us, and every other evening too.”

“I don’t know what game you are playing at, boy, but she belongs to me and she isn’t going anywhere.”

“Y/N is a person, not a belonging. She isn’t a price in a deal or weight in a business decision.” Charles snickered as her eyes widened. “Yes, I know about that. I wonder what the world would think of this family if they found out the truth too.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

You finally had the strength to look at him and see utter seriousness set in his handsome features. He was willing to make a scene for you with some of the nations most affluent figures in the next room, but that was exactly why your mother ceded to him.

“Go,” she snapped, an angry finger pointing to the door before she stared down her nose at you. “I won’t forget this when you come crawling back to me.”

You barely spoke a word as you followed Charles outside where he called his brother. “Tur, I need a favour. Can you come and pick us up? No, we haven’t been arrested.”

You didn’t realise you were shivering until he unbuttoned his suit jacket and draped it over your shoulders. Warmth and his scent enveloped you and you immediately started to feel better, your fingers unfurling from the stiff fists they had been closed into.

“He’s going to be at least half an hour,” Charles said as he tucked his phone away and looked around, spotting curious eyes watching from the window. “We should get a taxi and wait somewhere else.”

“Can we walk?”

Charles glanced at your heels. “Do you want to get changed?”

You shook your head and started to make your way down the driveway. “I would say the door is already locked.”

When you reached the gates you knew Franco was already advised of your impending departure. The mountain of a man took up almost all of the security booth and his sad eyes followed each step, but you kept your head high.

“Take care of everyone for me, big guy,” you said as you passed the open gates. He gave the smallest of nods before his lips pursed and he hit the button to close the gates as he had been ordered.

“You’re taking this rather calmly,” Charles commented as he laced his hand in yours and crossed the road to walk along the waterfront.

“I’m sure she was expecting a tantrum.” You smiled at the thought of her disappointment before a laugh bubbled up. “God, she is going to hate you.”

Charles laughed along with you and pulled you to a stop to watch the sun setting over the water. His chest pressed to your back as he held the safety rail either side of your body and his lips warmed your cheek. “She can hate me all she wants, it was worth it. You are worth it.”

You rested your head on his shoulder as the sun dipped below the horizon and sighed. “You make it hard for me to hate you.”

“Good, I don’t want you to hate me.”

With the red hues of light fading quickly you continued on the walk out of the suburbs and into the city. The smells from the fine dining establishments reminded you that you had missed dinner but when Charles asked where you would like to eat there was only one place that called to you.

“McDonalds?” he double checked, frowning as you looked up at the golden arches with what he could only imagine was childish wonder. “Wait, you’ve never had McDonalds?”

“Do they serve caviar?” you shot back.

“They might start when they see you,” he teased, pointing out how massively overdressed you were as he opened the door to the fast food chain. “After you, my lady.”

Charles could see you were uncertain of yourself as you checked what was on the menu. Your posture was relaxed but your eyes were darting around the room, taking in the exits and the other patrons who weren’t dressed nearly as nice as you. “I don’t know what to get,” you finally admitted after spending too long trying to choose one combo.

“Why don’t you go choose a table and I will order for you?”

You chose a booth in the back corner with some privacy and ignored the strange looks you were given as you walked by in a Dior gown. It was only when you sat down that you realised how silly it was to be wearing a 20 carat diamond necklace with no security personnel so you unclasped the chain and bundled it into your hands beneath the table.

A few moments later Charles arrived with a tray of food and slid in beside you.

“So we’ve got the classics: cheeseburger, Big Mac, nuggets, fries and a sundae.” He opened all the packaging and tore the top off a sauce punnet before dragging a nugget through it. “Here, sweet and sour is the best.”

You parted your lips and took a bite, surprised by how sweet and tangy the sauce was with the crunch of the crispy nugget. Your eyes widened and Charles grinned. “Good, no?”

“Holy fuck,” you moaned. “That is delicious!”

“Try this,” Charles said as he dunked a bunch of fries into the ice cream.

“Seriously?”

“Trust me.”

You were dubious but opened your mouth for the food he offered and frowned at the contradictory tastes on your tongue. Hot met cold, sweet met salty, crunchy met creamy. You didn’t hate it but couldn’t decide if you liked it either so you gave it another attempt.

Charles took a burger for himself and quietly ate while you took a bite out of everything before choosing the cheeseburger as the simplest yet satisfactory item of them all.

“It’s like watching a newborn try food for the first time,” he chuckled.

You scrunched up the paper napkin you had dabbed your lips with and tossed it at his grinning face. “Asshole.”

“What? You’re cute.”

“Thank you, you’re not too bad yourself, brother,” Arthur said as he dropped into the booth beside you and flicked a finger at the layered chiffon sleeve of your dress. “You look gorgeous.”

You tossed your hair back over your shoulder and tucked a hand under your chin with a dramatic pout. “This is the look of a homeless woman, Tur. I have nothing but my name and the clothes on my back, but your brother plans to take them both off me.”

Arthur tipped his head back with a laugh and stole the remaining chicken nuggets. “You can ditch the wedding plan now if you have been successfully thrown out. What happened anyway?”

Charles watched as you shrugged and murmured quietly, “She had me play for her important guests and I messed up.”

Arthur’s eyes narrowed and he picked up your hands, turning them over to check for any injuries. “Did she hurt you?”

You gently removed your hands and tucked them back on your lap. “Not this time, Charles intervened.”

Charles had never seen such a look of relief or gratitude from his brother and despite knowing he had done the right thing, he wished he could have done something sooner. Clearing his throat of the lump of regret that clogged it, Charles started to collect the rubbish on the table before picking up the tray.

You frowned and looked around for staff. “Isn’t someone going to do that for you?”

“Not here, no,” he said as he disposed of it himself before holding his hand out. “Ready to go home?”

Your argument to stay at the rundown factory was vetoed by both Leclercs so Arthur had driven you back to Monaco with Charles. It was strange to walk back into Charles��� apartment with your worldly possessions in a gym bag and briefly wondered if you were truly prepared for the consequences. You might act brave but there were really only two worlds you knew, the one in the gilded cage and the one in the iron cage. Both involved fighting of two very different kinds but both were for survival; of status or life.

This was foreign.

“I’ll take you shopping in the morning before we go to the track.”

You pulled the necklace from the pocket of his jacket you still wore and placed it on the table. “I don’t know how much this is worth but it’s Cartier.”

Charles frowned at the change in the confident woman he knew and he picked up the heavy chain embedded with diamonds. “You don’t have to worry about money,” he promised as he stepped behind you and clasped it around your throat. “I promised I would take care of you.”

He turned you in his arms and smiled as he ran a finger along the gems resting in the valley of your breasts. “You were born to wear diamonds.”

You couldn’t quite find the words to thank him because a simple thank you wasn’t enough so you slipped his jacket off and draped it over a chair before reaching for the hidden zip at your side. You brushed the sleeves off your shoulders and let the dress float to the floor under his watchful eyes before stepping closer. With each step another item of clothing was lost - heels, bra, panties, gone - until there was only one thing left. “The necklace?”

Charles smirked as he pulled you flush to his body and tipped your chin back to meet his darkening eyes. “Leave it on.”

[adripakoffee]

I don't post on here often and by that I mean I'm on here once a month to look at writing prompts but right now I'm thinking of Anya from Mouthwashing, and Tumblr is better for long form posts. Apologies if this rant isn't super clear, I'm on pain meds right now.

CW: S/A, SUICIDE, OVERDOSE, MOUTHWASHING SPOILERS

Anyway, Anya very well may be one of the most doomed characters to ever doom. Firstly she's trapped in a relatively small space ship with 4 men, who she has to keep alive and healthy along with giving them periodic mental wellness checks (which she, herself never gets). Two of these men don't take her seriously at all because she probably doesn't actually have a medical degree and is just someone the company hired to cut corners. If that wasn't all ready awful, the co-captain, Jimmy, has been assaulting her since at least the start of this voyage that's been going on for 100+ days. She falls pregnant because of this and while this isn't where her spiral started, this is where it gets worse. She originally plans to kill herself with the Captain's gun, but decides against it since she can't get to the gun without Curly's help anyway.

Speaking of Curly, he knows what's been going on, she told him about Jimmy a while before the crash. Every time, Curly says "I'll do something about it," or "I'll fix this," but the most he does is keep Jimmy away from Anya when they're working. Anya seems fine with that for the most part because I think she assumes Curly will report Jimmy and have him arrested when they land (he won't, at this point in the game he'd defend Jimmy for anything because "he sees the best in people. He loves to say "our worst moments don't define us" and apparently that extends to r@pe). So at this point, she's biding her time until they land.

Back to the gun, when Curly finds her holed up in the cockpit, she tells him she's pregnant. He's a little taken aback but he tries to reassure her that it's fine and he'll fix the "situation" with Jimmy. He says he can't let her kill herself because he does actually care about her. One of his flaws is he cares about everyone so much he can't imagine compromising one of them for any reason. Anya tells him she wasn't going to hurt herself, though she thought about it, she just hid the gun case so Jimmy couldn't kill her instead. She's so convinced Jimmy just wants to kill and torment her when the sad truth is, he couldn’t care less.

In all of Jimmy's "take responsibility" hallucinations, Anya barely shows up. Swansea, Curly, and Daisuke do, but he can't bring himself to even recognize what's happened to Anya is also solely his fault. He doesn't care at all.

Speaking of which, what seems the straw that breaks the camel's back for Jimmy is Anya telling him that she's pregnant because he crashes the ship pretty sure after. And this really seems like a spur of the moment action because if he'd planned this he could've done it much earlier after the news of the company closing reached them.

Curly says Anya should've waited for him to help her tell Jimmy about the pregnancy, but that doesn't matter because he is put out of commission like (I forgot if it's a day later or the same day) later because he's in the cockpit when the ship crashes.

Now Anya has no hope, Jimmy knows she's pregnant, the seemingly one line of defense she has against him can't leave his bed, and they're stuck in space. She's terrified because not only because of that, but because Jimmy is captain now and because of the way the ship is set up, you need the captain for a lot of things. Jimmy being captain also means if he finds the gun case, he now has the code to open it.

Anya, being the ships medic, is tasked with keeping Curly alive and giving him his meds. It's really difficult for her, A. because Curly is hard to look at, B. because unless he's full of pain meds, he's making noise, and C. because that was her friend and one of the only people she felt safe around and he's been reduced to this. And from her perspective, this is his fault, Curly crashed the ship.

This situation is stressful for everyone, Swansea has reverted back to alcoholism and never drops the ax he has, Daisuke is slowly losing hope and also starts drinking, and Jimmy won't stop yelling at her. He's so pissed at her the entire game, more so than everyone else. She was already scared of him but before there was at least a light at the end of the tunnel. Now there's nothing to look forward to because she doesn't think there's any way out.

She, at some point when he's sober enough, confides in Swansea who then tells her that she's gonna be the one to get out of here. He has the one last working cryo pod set aside for her specifically and refuses to let anyone into the room where it is. Unfortunately, at this point, her anxiety concerning Jimmy is so bad, she's convinced he'd do something to the pod too.

So then Anya locks herself in the med bay with Curly and all the rest of the ships medicine (- minus the Isopropyl which she probably left for Daisuke and Swansea) and overdoses by Curly's bed. Curly was awake the whole time she went through a probably painful death. She also, as maybe a final revenge, took the last of the pain meds that were meant for Curly. And she dies right next to him.

That's where her story ends. She felt so trapped and scared by her r@pist that got her pregnant that she killed herself next to the one person who could've done something, but instead, from her perspective, trapped her with said r@pist.

She died probably hoping that Daisuke or Swansea would make it out, not knowing they died soon after.

TLDR;

So from her perspective: A guy she's been friends with for years starts repeatedly assaulting her and she's stuck with him, then he gets her pregnant. Her other friend who she tells says he'll do something about it (he won't) and she has no choice but to trust him. Then the guy she told crashes the ship they're all on and fails in taking himself out. Now she's trapped with her r@pist and she tells someone else who does actually try to do something but she kills herself instead.

Anyways guys, I'm just missing my wife, the end.

[kleinv01]

Yknow what i noticed?

(QUICK THEORY WHILE IM WAITING FOR MY SHEETMASK DO TO ITS THING. SPOILERS AHEAD)

In this blog, only Al's info is hidden (with error mesaages or straight up blurred/pixelated text).

Who made Klein? SentientTechLabs.

What's this ask box's name THAT IS HIDING AL'S INFO? SentientTechLabs.

So. If the company is hiding his info specifically, wouldnt that mean he has some sort of control over it? Idk, maybe hacking through it OR working for it?

We know Al is a very tired, hardworking and busy boy (and we love him for it <3). But sometimes it makes me think: we work in the same company, and so are our friends. So far, they all seem kinda... chill? While Al is over there sleeping on his desk (probably from exhaustion?).

Dolores gives Al extra tasks. Sure. But he did NOT say "How ARE the TASKS going?". So it's a singular task at a time. Which should be nothing if we think about how intelligent Al is.

What im trying to imply here is; i feel like he has a 2nd job!

Remember the poll where the question was about how Al gets the money to treat us the snacks (of which the most popular answer was "totally not sus activities" :))

Could these sussy wussy activities be about his relation to Klein's company, which probably lets him do some extra stuff to our Klein?

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The shadow behind our curtains. I %100 believe that, they are all Klein.

Why? Well... :3

When Yael comes in our house to make us eat the cupcakes he made, there is the shadow waiting behind the curtains. Yael eventually leaves AND THE MINUTE HE DOES, the shadow leaves too. Then, Klein gets mad at us and tells us that we should have just choked on "those" cupcakes. He also talks about Yael himself, as if he was able to see Yael in person in that moment. I feel like that's just one of the clues though.

Klein shouldnt be able to walk around in our world unless he has a physical model, according to the info given. But even if the player never reaches the "100% affinity" with him, Sera still gets killed by him. He cant smash someone's head to a glass cabinet (?) if he's stuck in our phone though. So maybe, he either escaped the factory, or... Al helped him get out?

Hear me out on this.

Al is insecure as hell. He doesn't see himself as "worthy" or "good enough" for us. There were multiple asks AND a few messages we received in the game about how hateful he is toward himself.

Klein is the pure opposite of what he is though. Strong, tall body, programmed to be the perfect partner, adaptable, uncapable of getting tired and many more positive qualities. Things that Al could see as something "good enough" to be with us, at least to protect us.

So, my theory is that; Al somehow modified Klein for our safety. He somehow reflected (coded?) his obsessive feelings to Klein, which made him the way he is right now.

This would also allow him to have access to whatever Klein has access to, which was our passwords and address at some point. (Not that i dont think al didnt already have that info but :3)

Again, this is just a theory (and a ramble session :p) so idk if anything is precise or even close to the truth. I guess we will see in the future.

(my mask feels like a desert now ;-;)

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Sharing this so everybody can read it and share their own thoughts in reblogs or comments. Thank you for dropping in such a lengthy discussion! I always enjoyed reading through theories and asks.

Just so people know, things like these are probably one of the most popular theories out there, relating to both Al and Klein

You're right that Al is insecure as heck. He can't even bring himself to look at you in the eyes, not without his bangs covering his eyes

As well as, very, extremely low self-esteem

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Three years, one yes (Wally Clark)

Summary: It took three years for Wally to get her to agree on a date. She finally says yes.

Warnings: none really, mainly fluff

Word count: 1.5k

It takes three years to get her to open up. Three long years Wally spends carrying her books, buying her favorite chocolates, dedicating his touchdowns to her, and serenading her. It’s hard, but worth the wait, because every time he gets close and actually makes progress feels indescribable.

Truth be told, in those three years, Y/N fell in love with Wally. She tried not to, she really did, but his charm is inescapable. At first, she was certain he was flirting to win a bet, because she wasn’t one of the popular girls the football captain usually dates. Yet he never looked at another after they meet.

And now, today, is the day she surprises both of them. Y/N Y/L/N is worth the trouble, and for once when Wally asks her on a date, she doesn’t hesitate to say yes.

It’s Homecoming Friday. The buzz of the big game spreads across the halls. Everyone’s in school colors, faces painted, hair glittered, chanting fight songs and throwing paper footballs into lockers. Wally doesn’t care about any of that right now. Not the game, not the banners with his name on them, not the cheerleaders practicing their routine at the end of the hall.

Because he sees her.

Y/N’s weaving through the crowd with a calm, collected look she always wears, like she’s miles above the chaos, yet somehow still in it. A couple of textbooks are clutched to her chest, and he zeroes in on them like they have her under attack. His legs move before he even realizes.

“Hey! Hey! Y/N!” he calls, practically jogging over.

She turns, eyebrows raised just slightly, lips quirking. “Football Captain,” she greets, voice dry. “To what do I owe the honor?”

Wally skids to a stop in front of her, completely out of breath for someone who can run a 4.5 forty-yard dash. He flashes a grin, then fumbles the books out of her hands with a dramatic flair.

“Allow me,” he says, puffing up his chest. “My lady shouldn’t carry such heavy burdens.”

“Chivalry isn’t dead, I see,” she says, one brow lifting. “Just dramatic.”

“You wound me.” He clutches his chest with one hand, balancing her books in the other. “But actually, uh… I was wondering…”

He suddenly forgets how words work. His mouth opens, but nothing intelligent comes out. Just a half-muttered “So… I was thinking, like, since tonight’s the big game, Homecoming game and, y'know, tomorrow’s the, uh… the…”

“The dance?” she continues, lips twitching into a full-blown smile.

“Yes! That.” He laughs nervously and rubs the back of his neck. “I was wondering if, you know, maybe… if you’d wanna go with me? To the dance. Tomorrow. As my date. With me. Together.”

Y/N doesn’t even blink. “Yes.”

Wally stares. “Wait, really?”

“Yes, Wally,” she says, still smiling. “I would love to.”

And that’s when he drops the books. Straight to the floor with a loud thud and a shuffle of pages. His jaw is open, eyes wide, completely frozen in shock.

“You…wait, hold on, I wasn’t prepared for a yes that fast. I had a whole speech. There was gonna be stuttering and possibly confetti.”

She leans down, picks up one of the books, and hands it back to him. “Then you’ll just have to save the confetti for tomorrow. Unless you’re planning to drop something else in shock.”

“Only my dignity,” he mumbles, flushing.

Y/N laughs, and the sound sends his heart flying, his entire body yearning to be near her. She tugs on the sleeve of his jersey and gives him a look he’s never seen before, not teasing, not amused…just soft.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask,” she admits. “Took you long enough.”

He inhales sharply as if his heart might actually combust. “Remind me to thank my younger self for being persistent.”

“You mean annoying.”

“Charming.” He points at her playfully.

She tilts her head, thoughtful. “I guess I’ll let you charm me. For one night.”

“Just one?” he grins.

Y/N leans in close, lips near his ear. “We’ll see how you dance first.”

And just like that, she turns and walks away, hips swaying, leaving Wally standing in the hallway holding her books, speechless, grinning like an idiot as the Homecoming chants echo in the distance.

Wally snaps out of his daze just in time to see Y/N disappearing around the corner. He stumbles, grabs her books again, and jogs to catch up with her, the hallway parting like the Red Sea as he weaves through clusters of students.

“Hey, hey! You can’t just drop a yes like that and walk away, some of us are still in recovering,” he says, falling into step beside her.

Y/N smirks without looking at him. “Figured you’d enjoy the dramatics. Builds character.”

“Cruel. And yet, I respect it.”

She glances sideways at him, amused. “So… the game tonight. Big deal, huh?”

“Homecoming game,” he says with mock grandeur. “Biggest deal of the season. No pressure or anything.”

She raises a brow. “You mean to tell me the great Wally Clark feels pressure?”

“Only when you’re watching,” he quips, grinning at her.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but there’s a blush crawling up her neck. “I don’t usually go to games,” she admits, voice softer now. “Not really my thing.”

Wally slows a bit, adjusting his pace to match hers. “I know. But it would mean a lot if you were there. Just… seeing you in the bleachers, cheering, probably rolling your eyes when I try too hard…it’d make the night better.”

She hesitates, chewing her bottom lip. “I’d stick out.”

“You’d stand out,” he corrects gently. “Which you always do, by the way. In the best way.”

She falters for a second, clearly at war with herself. “I don’t even know the rules.”

“Perfect. That makes two of us,” he jokes. “Just come. Sit near the front. Yell things when I run. You don’t have to know the game, you already know me.”

And damn him, but the way he says it, like it’s the simplest truth in the world melts her right there in the hallway.

“…Fine,” she says, feigning reluctance. “But I’m sitting where the band can drown out my cheering.”

“That’s the spirit!” he beams.

Then, with sudden urgency, he sets her books down on the floor again. Before she can question it, he’s taken off his letterman jacket and is tugging off his jersey over his head in one smooth, practiced move. Putting on his jacket, he flashes toned abs and a trail of muscle leading beneath his waistband, and Y/N’s brain promptly stops functioning.

“Here,” he says, breathless, holding the jersey out like a sacred offering. “Wear it to the game. For luck.”

She blinks. “W-Wally, you’re, uh, half naked.”

“So?”

“There are… people. Watching. Staring,” she whispers, face burning. “Like that sophomore over there just dropped her water bottle.”

Wally shrugs, cocky. “Let ‘em stare. You said yes. That means I win.”

She fumbles to take the jersey, her fingers brushing his, and as soon as she pulls it on, it swallows her whole; warm, oversized, and smelling like fresh laundry and vanilla….like him. The scent wraps around her like a hug she didn’t know she needed.

Her voice comes out smaller than intended, struggling to keep her eyes off his abs. “You’re really gonna get detention for indecent exposure if you don’t zip up.”

He winks. “Worth it.”

She swallows, tugging the sleeves down past her hands, and glances up at him, trying not to look at his abs again. Failing.

“I’ll wear it to the game,” she says, softer now. “And I’ll cheer. Loudly.”

Wally smiles like she just gave him the championship trophy. “Every touchdown’s for you.”

He picks up her books again and hands them over, pausing just long enough to lean down and kiss her cheek. It’s barely a brush of lips, but it sends fireworks through her bloodstream and freezes her in place.

“And tomorrow,” he says, “I can’t wait to walk into that dance with you on my arm.”

Before she can respond, the warning bell rings. Wally groans, then backs away slowly.

“Gotta hit practice. Coach will throw a Gatorade cooler at me if I’m late.”

She watches him start to jog off, his jacket clinging to his back, hair tousled, sneakers squeaking on the linoleum.

He turns back once, jogging backward, calling, “Don’t forget! Loud cheering, front row! Jersey looks damn good on you, by the way!”

Then he’s gone, swallowed by a crowd of teammates and hallway noise.

Y/N stands frozen, fingers brushing her cheek where his lips touched, heart hammering like she just ran a mile. Around her, whispers continue, some curious, some jealous, some stunned, but none of them matter.

Because he kissed her.

And for the first time in a long time, she feels like maybe, just maybe, she can let her walls down with him. She’s in love with him, denying it won’t help either of them. No more denying, no more games. Once the game is over, she promises herself to make sure he knows it too.

But neither of them knows what’s coming. Neither sees the tragedy looming over their heads. Neither of them know they’re out of time, and things will never be the same.

But for now… it’s just him and her. A jersey. A promise. A kiss.

PART 2

[camficdiner]

1.4, 2.5, 3.4, 1.5k? 

also i luv ur writing sm baddie

☕ Cam’s Fic Diner – Order 005

hello love!

To whoever slid this sinful little special across the counter:

You’re the reason the griddle caught fire.

I mean it — truth or dare??? Rempe?? First time???

You know exactly how to ruin me.

Enjoy your meal, come back soon love

-your favorite server

💬 “Learn Me Like That”

✨descriptions and prompt

• Character: Matt Rempe

• Prompt: Group game of Truth or Dare

• Word count: ~1.5k

• Type: Smut / First time / Friends to lust to chaos

🛼✨🧁🍒

It starts, as most bad ideas do, with a game of Truth or Dare and one too many White Claws.

You’re sitting cross-legged on the carpet of someone’s too-small apartment, surrounded by the usual chaos: empty beer cans, crumpled hoodies, someone passed out on the couch with a Sharpie mustache. Matt’s leaned back against the armrest beside you, long legs splayed out like he owns the floor, his grin already trouble.

“Alright, your turn,” someone says, sing-song. “Truth or dare?”

You hesitate. Should’ve gone with dare.

“…Truth.”

Immediately regrettable.

“Is it true,” Jamie starts, eyes glinting, “that you’ve never… you know. Done it?”

You freeze.

Your face goes hot. You knew it would come up eventually, it always does — not because you’re ashamed, but because your friends are nosy and relentless and maybe a little too comfortable around each other.

Still, it stings.

You nod. “Yeah. It’s true.”

A beat of silence. Then Matt whistles low, mock-impressed. “Damn. Didn’t think you’d still be holding out.”

“Rempe,” someone groans, swatting at him, but the damage is done.

He shrugs. “What? Just sayin’.”

You force a tight smile. It’s not mean — not exactly. He’s always teasing, always pushing buttons — but tonight it hits deeper than usual.

You don’t say anything else for the rest of the game.

When it’s finally just the two of you — your mutual friends asleep, the apartment quiet — you’re rinsing a glass in the sink when his voice comes from behind you.

“Didn’t mean to be a dick earlier.”

You glance at him over your shoulder. “You kinda were.”

He lifts a hand, sheepish. “Fair. I was just surprised.”

You turn, leaning back against the counter. “It’s not a big deal.”

Matt studies you a moment. Then, softly:

“You ever think about it? Doing it?”

A pause. You nod. “Obviously.”

He takes a step closer. “You want to learn?”

You blink. “What?”

Matt shrugs, but it’s a careful shrug. Intentional. “I mean, if you’re curious… I could show you. If you wanted.”

Your brain short-circuits.

“You’re joking.”

He shakes his head. “Dead serious.”

“Like—tonight?”

His mouth twitches, barely a smirk. “Unless you want to book a class next week.”

You stare. He waits.

“…Okay.”

He doesn’t pounce. Doesn’t rush. He just holds out a hand, and when you take it, everything shifts.

In the bedroom, Matt closes the door behind you.

“You nervous?” he asks.

“A little.”

He smiles. “Good. Means you care.”

He walks toward you slowly, like giving you time to run. Instead, you meet him halfway.

His hand comes up to your cheek. “I’m not gonna just fuck you,” he says, voice low. “I’m gonna teach you.”

You swallow hard. “Okay.”

“First rule,” he murmurs, brushing your hair behind your ear, “is you ask for what you want. No shame. Ever.”

“Okay.”

“Second rule — you learn your body first. Before anyone else gets to touch you, you need to know what you like.”

You nod again, breath hitching.

Matt kisses you gently, like easing you in. Then he backs up, lifts his shirt off with one fluid motion, and tosses it aside.

“Take yours off too. Slowly.”

Your hands shake a little, but you do as he says. He watches, gaze hungry but patient. When you’re in your underwear, he guides you to sit at the edge of the bed.

“Lie back,” he murmurs. “Just watch me. You don’t have to do anything yet.”

You lay down, heart pounding.

Matt kneels on the mattress beside you and places your hand over your own stomach.

“Feel that?” he says softly. “That tension? That’s where we’re gonna work.”

His hand joins yours, sliding lower — over your waistband, not inside.

“You ever touched yourself?” he asks.

You nod, embarrassed. “Not… like seriously.”

“That’s fine,” he says. “You’re gonna learn now.”

He slides your hand inside your underwear, guiding your fingers. You gasp.

“Slow,” he whispers. “Go slow. Feel what your body does. I want you to circle — not up and down. Just like this.”

He demonstrates with his hand on yours, over the fabric, like he’s choreographing every move.

“See how good that feels?” he murmurs. “That’s all you. You did that.”

You arch a little, eyes fluttering closed.

“Breathe. Keep going. Don’t rush it.”

He kisses your knee, your thigh, your hip. Never quite touching where you want — just anchoring you.

You whimper. “I want… you.”

Matt smiles. “You’ll get me, baby. But this part’s for you.”

You keep moving, guided by his voice. When he finally slides your underwear down and presses his mouth between your thighs, it’s like fireworks. Gentle, deliberate, devastating.

Your hips lift instinctively, overwhelmed by how good it feels — but Matt pins you softly, one hand firm on your stomach.

“Easy,” he murmurs. “Let me take my time with you.”

He drags his tongue up once, slow and savoring, then pulls back just enough to look at you.

“I want you to remember how this feels,” he says. “So the next time you touch yourself, you know exactly what you like.”

You whimper, breath shaky, and he grins — not cocky, just pleased.

You keep moving, guided by his voice. When he finally slides your underwear down and presses his mouth between your thighs, it’s like fireworks. Gentle, deliberate, devastating.

Later, when you’re catching your breath, he rolls onto his back and pulls you on top of him.

“Lesson two.”

You blink. “Already?”

He grins. “You’re a quick study.”

He kisses you slow and deep, his hands running down your back. Then he shifts you forward, guiding you to straddle his thighs.

“You’re gonna ride me,” he says softly. “But first, I want you to feel me.”

He takes your hand and wraps it around his cock. You tense — he’s thick, heavy, a lot — but he guides your grip.

“Go slow,” he says. “Squeeze a little. Now stroke.”

You do, cheeks burning, and he groans, tilting his head back.

You do as he says, dragging your hand up and down, eyes flicking up to meet his. He’s watching you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

“Use your tongue,” he says next. “Start with the tip. Just a little lick.”

You lean in, tongue flicking against the head — warm, soft, tasting him.

His breath catches. “Yeah. Just like that.”

You swirl your tongue once, then again, and Matt’s head tips back slightly. A quiet fuck escapes his lips.

“Now take me in a little. Don’t go too deep yet. Just your mouth, lips around the tip, keep stroking with your hand.”

You wrap your lips around him, careful, slow — and he groans, hips twitching the tiniest bit.

“Shit, you look so good like that.”

Your hand keeps moving at the base while your mouth works the top — gentle suction, a little swirl, more confidence every second as Matt talks you through it.

“Use your tongue underneath, yeah, right there—fuck, that’s it.”

You glance up again and he groans louder, hand brushing through your hair, not pulling, just holding.

“You’re learning so fucking fast,” he growls. “You like making me feel good like this?”

You nod, mouth still full of him, and he lets out a shaky laugh.

“Try going deeper. Just a little. If it feels like too much, pull back. I don’t need you to choke, baby. I just want you to enjoy this too.”

You push down further, feeling the stretch of him against your lips, the weight, the fullness. You hum low in your throat and he curses again, hips stuttering.

“Jesus—keep doing that and I’m not gonna last.”

You smile around him — just a little. Then keep going.

His hand tightens slightly in your hair, guiding the rhythm.

“Take your time. No rush,” he pants. “It’s not about finishing. It’s about teaching you everything.”

“Good girl,” he mutters, pulling you up gently “Now get on.”

You hover, hesitating.

“Let me help,” he says, hand guiding himself to your entrance. “I’ll go slow.”

And he does — inch by inch, careful and controlled, watching your face the whole time.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Just full.”

“That’s normal. You’re doing perfect.”

When he’s all the way in, he lets you rest, your forehead pressed to his.

“Rock your hips. Don’t bounce. Just feel me.”

You try. It’s awkward at first — you’re too tight, too overwhelmed — but he keeps his hands on your hips, guiding the motion.

“Atta girl,” he breathes. “Feel how deep that is?”

You moan. “Fuck, Matt—”

“You’re doing all the work, baby. That’s the fun part.”

You lose yourself in it — the rhythm, the stretch, the way he looks at you, like you’re gold under his hands.

When he flips you over and pushes your knees up, your body goes liquid.

“Some positions feel better than others,” he says, sliding back in. “This one hits deep. Good for when you want it rough.”

You gasp. He leans over you, kissing your throat.

“Next time,” he whispers, “we’ll try from behind. Maybe even the mirror.”

Your brain short-circuits.

When you come again, it’s with his fingers on your clit and his mouth murmuring “let go, baby, you can do it” in your ear.

He follows right after, spilling inside you with a broken groan, holding you tight as your bodies tremble together.

You’re half-asleep in his arms when he finally speaks.

“You know what lesson three is?” he murmurs.

You nuzzle into his chest. “Do I want to?”

He chuckles. “How to make me fall apart.”

You hum. “I think I already did.”

💌 If you moaned while reading… the tip jar is right here, baby:

[crownmemes]

Harrow Sentences, Vol. 1

(Sentences from Harrow (2018-2021). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fire you."

"You know, not only are you just not my type, you're not anybody's type."

"I'm not leaving you like that again. I don't care what you say; you're stuck with me."

"I don't think I'm going to want to talk to you for a while."

"Is this what you spend your spare time doing? Honestly, that explains a lot."

"Look at you! You used to be such a handsome young man! What happened?"

"How could you not be in love with her?"

"I'm not in love with her. I work with her."

"Jesus Christ, do they let any idiot into medical school?"

"So, being a boat owner - is that a sound investment?"

"Boats aren't about the money; they're about the promise."

"Whatever you've done, your secret's safe. Unless, of course, there's something you want to tell me?"

"You really need to stop playing Fifty Shades of innuendo!"

"Does it get boring being right all the time?"

"It's quite sad that you miss me so much. This is why I don't have a dog."

"Believe it or not, not every decision is made for the greater good."

"Of course I trust you, but what good does knowing that do you?"

"They think you did it. They think you killed him. They're looking for anything to pin this on you, and they're finding it."

"You should let this whole idea go, but you won't, will you?"

"Please don't look at me like that. I haven't changed. I'm still the same person."

"It wasn't an accident, was it? Someone tried to kill you."

"I told you that doctors make the worst patients."

"Have you actually been discharged from the hospital?"

"I'm not finished learning from you yet, you know."

"Let's play a game. We each tell each other four things, but only one is the truth. Get it wrong, you buy the next round of drinks."

"You were shot! Why didn't you tell me you were shot?"

"What are you afraid that I'll discover in that head of yours?"

"It's rude to Google people."

"Don't drink my whisky."

"Isn't this case closed?"

"Whatever this is, maybe I can help. I've helped before."

"It's unusual for you to be wrong."

"You smell like regret."

"When bad things happen, you chase answers - but sometimes you get so obsessed with the dead that you forget the living."

"I suggest you choose your clever remarks more carefully around here."

"They love you here! What's wrong with them?"

"Usually when people die, it's the end of the story, not the start."

"Why are you so snippy today? I thought you would be pleased to be back home!"

[krispycreamcake]

The Sakamakis perfect match in: Game night

From author: This is a new series I'll be doing where I pair up the Sakamakis with their perfect partner for specific scenarios, so if you have any asks, feel free to send!

Shu Sakamaki

🎻- Frankly, Shu is a lazy man child whose only purpose on earth is to drive you up a wall

🎻- He needs someone competent that can carry your team for the BOTH of you because God knows he won't

🎻- Shu finds that getting a reaction out of you far more interesting than the game itself

🎻- So let's say you're playing Uno, he has five +4 cards up his ass and he's only willing to spend them on either you or Reiji

🎻- The truth is, when you're good at everything, no challenge is ever truly a challenge and that makes life soooo boring especially if you're immortal

🎻- Anyways, Shu would be best matched with someone that would try their best at any given game, especially if they're competitive

🎻- He also needs someone that's a major crash out and tweaks tf out when he ruins the game for them

Reiji Sakamaki

☕️- Reiji definitely needs a team player

☕️- He needs someone strategic and communicative so they can conspire together on ways to win

☕️- Here's a hint, he's open to blatant cheating if you do it in such a way that it doesn't technically count, except it so does

☕️- For example, you're all playing Monopoly. You offer to buy Ayato's property in exchange for yours except you KNOW that it's in between both of Reiji's properties, and the chances of him landing are extremely high and you and Reiji are in kahoots together so you both split the profits

☕️- See that's not technically cheating, that's playing smart

☕️- Reiji's best match would be someone who's competitive but also cunning. Ooh and never let him feel like you're the one in charge, he'll go crazy

Ayato Sakamaki

🏀- Well uh

🏀- He would want someone as arrogant and competitive as him, but is that what he needs? Absolutely not

🏀- Ayato needs someone level headed that can help balance out their team dynamic in order to win

🏀- He needs someone that'll see the flaws in his mistakes and take accountability for HIM because I have no idea if you could even convince him he even made a mistake in the first place

🏀- In short, Ayato needs someone to save that burning ship he's on

🏀- You need to be in control without specifically admitting you're in control, you need to be sneaky about it and make it seem like HE'S the one who came up with those ideas

🏀- The best example I can think of is when you're playing pictionary, you whisper something REALLY close to what the actual thing is and have him come up with the answer himself

Laito Sakamaki

🃏- Laito's best match would be someone who's a bit laid back and playful

🃏- While we all know Laito's extremely smart and can read people well, we need someone to bring out that side of him rather than takeover and never have him put his skills to use

🃏- He needs someone that'll force him to take the lead otherwise everything would just be a big joke to him and unless it's a game he likes, he genuinely does not care

🃏- You need to kind of be a Shu in this case

🃏- What I mean by this is, you need to tease him a bit, make him feel just the inciest bit insecure about his game skills. Tease him, make jabs at him, play mindlessly into the opponent's hands

🃏- Hmm this example would best describe what I mean. Imagine you're playing a game of Ludo and you roll a six and instead of moving your piece out of the way before it gets "eaten", you choose the option to unlock another of your pieces to the game. He goes nuts after your like 3rd time of this and subtly starts giving advice despite cussing you out in his mind

Kanato Sakamaki

🧸- Someone patient for sure but also extremely determined

🧸- You need to essentially gentle parent him to the finish line

🧸- Don't get mad at him when he makes a dumb move but let him scold you because you did

🧸- Kanato would work well with someone that's headstrong and has a clear view of victory. He needs someone he can trash talk the other players to, regardless if they're his brothers or not

🧸- Aside from him being batshit insane, he'd be a fun person to play with. He's smart and calculated in the emotional aspect of the game and he can read his players really well

🧸- He knowsss how to get under their skin and might even have a freak out if someone calls him out. Of course none of it is real, but what the others said DID hurt his feelings (just maybe not to that extent truthfully)

🧸- Kanato would work well with someone willing to put up with his antics, someone who's patient and well versed in the game they're playing

🧸- The only example for this scenario I can think of is imagine you guys are playing checkers or chess and Kanato stands behind you while outwardly critiquing your opponent's every flaw and making disappointed noises and distracting them purposely

Subaru Sakamaki

🥀- Similar to Kanato, he needs someone patient

🥀- Obviously his anger will be an issue, but you also need to be smart to be able to point out the flaws in his moves and communicate to him ways to win

🥀- See Subaru would pair great with someone that can tell him what to do clearly and precisely

🥀- You need to be the brains to his brawns, you need to think and act quickly

🥀- You also need to shit talk his brothers with him

🥀- Maybe they made a stupid move, why not try lightening the mood with some loud whispering about them

🥀- Subaru would act like he doesn't like the idea of game night, but by the time he has the dice in his hand, he's folded. And because of this, he needs someone that can have fun with him

🥀- He needs someone playful but yet a person that can lock in at any given moment

🥀- Even if you guys don't win, he'll make a comment on how fun it was in the end

🥀- Example wise, I can honestly only think of you guys playing Snakes and Ladders and you shake the desk while the dice rolls to give someone the exact number they need to get eaten by a snake and he's just in the background backing you up and vouching for you that you didn't do it, meanwhile he's trying so hard not to laugh his ass off

[speadrunner]

Who is (actually) the hottest Monsters & Girls character?

Link to poll: https://www.tumblr.com/idolomantises/745892368364060672

CW: This will be a long post;

(Note: this is completely for comical purposes, please don’t take this too seriously. I have all the respect in the world for @idolomantises and their work)

1. Sera

👍: Perhaps the titular character of the series, Sera is beautiful angel (literally) and is arguably the kindest character in the whole series

👎: I challenge you to draw this woman without screaming at yourself/into a pillow

2. Lili

👍: Endearing, welcoming, understanding, and can be very fun. Pretty much wears her heart on her sleeve with how open she is.

👎: Literally THE sexy character. It’s obvious why you picked her as the hottest, now go get better tastes.

3. Cheri

👍: She’s sooo soft omg. She’s so sweet you’ll have a sweet tooth just for her even if you don’t like sweets

👎: I will not talk ill of this lady because I literally cannot, but for all intents and purposes this is a contest to see who is the hottest, not the most wholesome. Sorry 🫡

4. Junior

👍: Blunt and cute, plus a goat. Cute goats are always an A+ character design. Where would we be without them tbh?

👎: Bluntness can lead to rudeness and or discomfort. Nothing super bad about Junior just prob not the best choice for this. Just sayin

5. Scylla

👍: Lord have mercy I understand where people are coming from. Hooo doggy what a woman.

👎: I can’t remember the exact post but I recall it being said that she bites your head off or something if you get too close or look at her weird. That’s no good

6. Ciel

👍: Easily one of my favorite designs. He’s definitely the prettiest boy of the entire cast

👎: One of those cases where he’s too good for you, ya know what I mean? He’s way out of your league I don’t make the rules

7. Catty

👍: Nya~ Very fashionable going off of recent appearances. Design hasn’t changed too much in comparison to others, meaning that

👎: I like dogs more, plus she’s not open with her thoughts and feelings, leading to awkward moments when she lets it all out

8: Luvart

👍: Big, beefy, strong, fire. Need I say more? She treats sex workers with respect for their profession and would be a completely package when you don’t consider…..

👎: …She has no qualms murking you just because and her greatest offense is being the arch rival of the best character a special someone

9: Adam

👍: Dude can become a dog for you to pet and is quite honest in most cases. Plus those scars look neat wouldn’t you say?

👎: Unless you are a - former angel now fallen, a TV show host, have a broken halo, while simultaneously sharing a name with a pizza company and a game tile, then you ain’t getting nothing.

10: Domino

👍: I can see why so many are stricken by this fella, he’s quite cute, quirky, and has an adorable way of being blunt

👎: (Domi- No hoes) He’s just not good enough. He seems so ideal at face value but he berates angels to the moon and back and for what? His fault for his own downfall.

With all that said, clearly the hottest character of Monsters and Girls - for appearance AND character - is obviously….

POWERS

LITERALLY PERFECTION IN ITS PUREST FORM! CHISELED LIKE A GREEK GOD(DESS), ROSE TO BE AN ANGEL - REJECTING HER DEMONIC ORIGINS, FOLKS IT JUST DOESNT. GET. BETTER!

A Vote For Powers Is A Vote For Truth, Love, And Happiness!! Vote For Powers in the Home Stretch Now!

[spawnofbhaal]

A take I've been seeing at times (which is valid, people interpret things differently) is that Rook will know the "real" Solas more than the Inquisitor did (even a romanced Lavellan) and . . . I personally don't agree. Solas the god is just as much of a mask as "I'm a simple apostate" Solas. Solas' followers in Tevinter Nights and the comics know him as Fen'Harel, but they don't know him as a person. Iirc in one of the comics (the Blue Wraith or Magekiller series maybe?) a follower of his calls him "master," which is anathema to everything Solas believes in. How much your character (Inquisitor or presumably Rook) gets to know the real him depends on the effort they put into it and the empathy they show him.

Also, the circumstances of Inquisition facilitate Solas being able to show his true personality quite well. He *has* to interact with people rather than distancing himself from them the way he did before the Conclave and after Corypheus' defeat; he is exposed to views that differ from his that he can't resist speaking against; he can form true connections with others he befriends or falls in love with. He tells romanced Lavellan they saw more of him than most, and that he would not romance them under false pretenses and pretend to be someone he isn't. I take these statements at face value because I think his writer is trying to tell us Solas is genuine with romanced Lavellan (as they have said to fans in the past). The man who loves telling stories, who hates tea and loves frilly cakes, who kisses with tongue, who lights his own coat on fire sometimes, that is the real Solas. The Inquisitor just has to pay attention to see it.

While someone's history is an important part of who they are, and I'm sure we will discover a lot about Solas' past in Veilguard, a person is also not entirely defined by their history. Solas' past and present godlike power is also not what defines him as a person. The impression I got from Trespasser is that even though Fen'Harel is an important part of who Solas is, at the center of it all, he's just a man. Fen'Harel was a title forced upon him, as Inquisitor was forced on our protagonist. I don't think Solas' entire personality is going to change just because he's taken on the mantle of Fen'Harel again now. And I don't think he will be entirely transparent with Rook, not unless they work hard for his trust over the course of the game. I actually expect Solas to start off as more cold and closed off than in DAI because he isn't in a situation where he has to act friendly.

I somewhat resent the implication that Solas as he has already shown himself to be in DAI is not the real Solas, that romanced!Lavellan only loves him as the apostate hobo when the whole point of the romance is Lavellan seeing past the disguise. And Lavellan learns the truth of him being Fen'Harel in Trespasser (Lavellan can even piece it together by themselves before they confront Solas!!!) and can still be in love with him ("If you had just told me;" "I loved you. Did you really think I wouldn't have understood?"; "I would have had you trust me"). Honestly, I think that's why the romance works at all: Solas was in a situation where he could show his genuine personality, and that's what Lavellan falls in love with. Not an idealized humble woodsman, nor a powerful godlike being, but a flawed, conflicted person. I don't know how it gets more "real" than that.

[k-sunstar]

Heya I saw your requests were open

Can you write a hc for Joaquin Torres, Alex Summers and Bucky Barnes training younger reader (18-24) pls? Thx 😊

Hiii! This is my first request and I was so excited to write it!!

I am still relatively new to the different writing styles outside of one-shots, so I did my best with it - they might be a bit long (I’m a big backstory person)💀. The Alex Summers love is so high for me rn so I made reader as close to his age as possible for some light flirting…👀 (he’s so fine😫😭).

Training Headcanons

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Pairings: Joaquin Torres x reader, Alex Summers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: mentions of fighting and getting injured, brief mention of death, brief mention of foster care

Joaquin Torres

Okay, so, I would think that Joaquin - working with Sam for the government and everything - would probably be training with someone that is new to the team.

That being said, I’m thinking you would probably be around 21-22.

You’re brand new in the D.C. political setting and are a basic bodyguard to a mid-ranking politician but have a desirable skill set in combat that makes Sam seek you out to join his team (I’m thinking maybe you were raised young in Hydra or the Red Room and had been on Steve’s radar for a while as a potential recruit for the Avengers…but then everything went to shit…and when Sam stepped up as the new Cap, he did some digging into Steve’s old files and found you - such a coincidence that you’re now in D.C., right?…👀)

Instead of recruiting you himself, Sam send Joaquin to talk to you; he figured you were close enough in age, you’ll respond better to him.

That could not be further from the truth.

Joaquin followed you to a local coffee shop near your apartment and came up behind you. Before he could even realize, he was on the ground with your foot against his throat.

But it turned out okay in the end and Joaquin was able to convince you to at least take Sam’s contact info🤗. And you eventually contact Sam.

Now you’re a part of this little team that they’ve put together - due to your past you’ve always been very closed off and remained to yourself - but now Joaquin is bothering you every chance he gets for you to spar and train with him (he thinks he can get you back from your first meeting, newsflash, he can’t).

After nearly two weeks of Joaquin bothering you (through texts, phone calls, voice memos, little post-it notes he sticks everywhere he can, and straight up coming to whisper in your ear and run away), you finally agree.

It starts out light. You let him get a couple hits in, but you’re not really phased or hurt by them. Then he starts getting cocky and starts saying things like “c’mon you can do better than that, unless I’m just too strong for you to take down a second time” and “is this training too much? We can slow down a bit so you can try and catch up to me”.

After a quick water break, you’re knocking him onto his ass in like 13 seconds; he doesn’t even stand a chance and you’re barely breaking a sweat.

This continues for the next hour.

And you’re taking it easy on him.

By the end, he’s bruised, in pain, panting and gasping for air, and you just sling your towel over you shoulder and his his back in a hard pat on the way out of the room.

“Better luck next time, Torres” you say with a smirk and an evil little glint in your eye, knowing that next time you’d stop taking it easy on him.

Your dynamic is very much best friends who act like siblings when they fight (and Joaquin is usually the one sulking in the corner at the end of all of your training sessions). It’s all fun and games though, neither of you actually do anything to severely hurt the other.

Alex Summers

For Alex, you guys have known each other since Charles and Erik went around recruiting members to join the X-Men (there’s still a couple years of an age gap here though; I’m picturing Alex to be around 27-28 right now, you around 24). Your mutant ability is one of the more interesting ones; you can manipulate the elements.

It started off as like, young teenage infatuation, and kinda just grew from there, getting closer and knowing each other better and better. For years the two of you had been on-and-off flirting, tossing comments each others way, brushing hands in the hallways and during lessons, but never actually acting on anything.

One afternoon, shit just went down and Alex flipped out, destroying whatever was in his way. You went to go talk to him and try to help him calm down, but he accidentally hurt you. You were unconscious for almost a week, and when you finally woke up, he wouldn’t be anywhere near you again.

He sees you in the hallway? Walks the other way. Sits next to you in classes? Either doesn’t look at or respond to you or moves to the other side of the classroom entirely. Charles needs to two of you to go into town to get stuff for the house? Suddenly he’s super busy and you go alone. This goes on for 2 weeks.

It hurts you after a while, and after the initial hurt, it turns into a festering anger.

One day, Charles forces the two of you to make up - you agree to do so in the form of training.

You guys are under the mansion, in the training room, the doors are locked by Charles from the outside (you think that this could be a huge mistake, but Charles knows best🤷‍♀️).

It starts off simple, no talking, just warming up and weight training.

Then you break the silence, “are we actually gonna train? Or just sit around doing nothing but avoiding each other?”, to which Alex responds with a shrug and turns away from you.

That got you mad; best friends for years and all of a sudden he doesn’t even want to be in the same room as you to figure out what is going on between you??

You created a water ball from the water in Alex’s water bottle and threw it at him, hitting him in the head, knocking him to the floor. He stood up and if looks could kill, you’d be moderately injured.

“I’m not gonna fight with you!” he yelled, speaking his first words to you in over 2 weeks.

You were angry, and you knew the only way to get him to talk was to make him angry as well. “Why are you being such a damn coward? Just fight me already, Summers!” you threw a wind tunnel at him, spinning him in the air and knocking him against the wall.

His eyes sparked with anger and he finally shed the hoodie he was wearing and aimed a blast your way, which you quickly deflected, sending a fire ball back in his direction.

This went on for a while, the two of you yelling at each other and fighting with your abilities, then, one of Alex’s plasma rings hit you and knocked you to the ground.

He stopped everything and ran over to you, remembering the incident from now 3 weeks ago. But as he’s coming over to you, you’re standing up, groaning in pain.

He quickly checks you over and makes sure that you’re not super hurt (you’re not, just your ego is). This is the first time in 2 weeks that he’s been this close to you, let alone given any form of physical contact.

You make him look at you to talk and wind up sitting down together, having a whole “I hurt you and I never wanted to do it again” “You were mad and I didn’t give you space, you know I trust you with my life” talk for nearly an hour.

There was no more training after that🤗.

Charles came back and found the two of you sitting on the floor of the training room laughing and talking and left you alone (he unlocked the door ofc).

Alex still wouldn’t speak about his feelings for you (and to be fair, you’re too stubborn to tell him your feelings for him), so it all was left unsaid, to be talked about another day.

Bucky Barnes

With Bucky, you both have such a sibling relationship. Part of that is due to the facts that you were recruited and raised with the Avengers under Steve’s supervision (so Bucky automatically feels like he has to protect you in some way). The other part is due to the fact that you’re 18 and probably one of the most annoying teenagers Bucky has ever met (but that’s his opinion, everyone else thinks you’re hilarious and amazing).

Like I said, you were definitely recruited young to be a part of the Avengers (like, you were a literal child - 7 years old; you were probably rescued from a Hydra base and since you had powers, the Avengers took you in), but due to the civil war between Tony and Steve, you were placed in the foster care system.

Before Steve left Bucky and Sam, he told Bucky about you and asked him to find you and help you in the ways that he never could.

Come to 2027, Manhattan is overcome by shadows and darkness, people disappearing into a black void. You’re living in Manhattan, now 18 and on your own, and see a group of people (heroes?) helping people….you decide to join in.

That doesn’t end very well.

You wind up getting trapped in your shame rooms (a bunch of Hydra stuff and not being around for Nat and Tony’s deaths🙂), but when you come out, Bucky spots you and comes over to you.

Somehow you become a Thunderbolt New Avenger, and Bucky is being a pain in your ass with how much he wants you to train.

“Come on! You haven’t properly trained in years, we gotta get you ready!”, “You can do better than that!”, “Push yourself!”, “Stop being a kid and actually put in the work!”

You make it just as annoying for him during these brining sessions though; calling him names, stealing his arm, turning invisible and just tapping him on the shoulder when you get bored, sometimes you even knock him on his ass with your powers (but that last one only works to get him annoyed some of the time, other times he’s actually glad you’re doing something with your powers).

When you actually want to train and spar, you’re on the same level of skill as Yelena and Bucky themselves; you know your shit, you just like to act like you don’t.

Either way, Bucky gets annoyed (but that’s just because he’s an old man - your words).

At the end of every training session Bucky leaves the room grumbling and bothered (not actually though, he cares about you), and you leave with a satisfied grin on your face.

Sometimes the shit you pull in training enters the daily flow of life in the Watchtower - you’ll pull small, harmless pranks on Bucky; you’ve taken his arm out of the dishwasher and put it somewhere else, you’ve placed small magnets on his arm, and you just casually call him “gramps” or “old man” when you want to get a rise out of him.

In the end, Bucky sees you like a sibling to him and will put up with your “teenage bullshit” as long as you’re taking care of yourself and being happy.

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[lukolabrainrot]

Calm theory anon here 🩷

I wanted to come on here to just remind people of a couple things. First of all, none of us are delusional. There has been plenty of people that have worked beside L and N who have made comments about them being in love. The other shippers want to make it like we are crazy. I have a couple truths though to remind them. How do we know when a celebrity is dating someone? The their team will make an official announcement normally done through a well-known magazine. Or more recently, you will see a post on social media that declares some with type of love between the two people. We never got any type of confirmation of any type of relationship between any of the "supposed" couples. Luke and Nic are allowed to hang out with the same group of people. They're allowed to hold hands with the opposite gender in big crowds. I've said this before and I'm gonna say it 1000 more times if I have to. These fan accounts that are giving people in Luke or Nic life a title before nic or Luke have given them one they are in the wrong. In your personal life, there are all types of people. Some people that you were extremely close to that are like family. Some people that you are acquaintances of. But if I'm looking at a complete strangers life. I don't know who that person represents in their life. It's one thing to theorize and make assumptions but to give titles that isn't our job. Now in the end of the day, Nic is going to hang out with JD. That is her friend unless she says otherwise. That doesn't mean that she's dating him. It's also OK that she hangs out with or tags him in pictures. We all know that each ship is going to justify being on their ship. So you're going to see comments that make you think that maybe JD is more than a friend. But Nicola is a grown woman. She can speak for herself. if she's dating anyone, she'll say it when she's ready. Personally I think the time article speaks volumes. The two people that she spoke on in that article are her dad that she clearly holds in a very high regard and Luke. So don't let the noise of the other ship affect your gut instincts.

Exactly!

Y'all I'm frustrated too... I want answers just as much as everyone, but we don't know these people. I'm not exactly a big fan of these SM games either, but we just have to be patient and see what happens...

But again, that Time article came out YESTERDAY. And it spoke VOLUMES.

[donaidk]

Franco Colapinto - Cracked Silk VII

Summary: Franco Colapinto, a young, charismatic Argentinian businessman living in Madrid, known for his charm, success, and spotless reputation. Cara Aros , a sharp, elusive woman who refuses to play by anyone’s rules, especially his. No one would have expected the two of them to fall into a flirty game of guesses over coffee, but what starts as playful curiosity slowly unravels into something deeper, riskier, and dangerously close to the truth about the world Franco was born into, the one Cara is determined to expose.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

Pairing: mafia!Franco Colapinto x oc!female

Warnings: it is a mafia fic... so... the usual? lol

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Franco didn’t plan to visit his parents that weekend until the day before. Even then he was close to changing his mind, but somehow telling Leonor made it feel like a promise. He wasn’t in the habit of showing up unless summoned, and even then, it was usually for something vaguely ceremonial. His father needing to be seen with his “heir,” or some event that required sharp suits and tight smiles. But on Sunday morning, just 24 hours after seeing Leonor and exactly 24 hours of thinking about her without meaning to, he got in the car and drove out to the Colapinto house in Pozuelo.

It wasn’t a palace, but it could’ve passed for one to anyone outside the family. White walls, high hedges, old trees heavy with early spring green. Isabel Colapinto kept the house immaculate, like she was always expecting a guest she’d rather not receive. Every table was just a little too clean. Every painting hung perfectly centered, even the abstract ones that were probably designed to look tilted. The silence in the place had an elegance to it, measured, practiced, almost clinical.

He found his mother in the back garden, pruning roses with gloves so white it looked like she was playing surgeon with the flowers.

“You came unannounced.” she said, without turning around. Her senses were always almost similar to a cat’s, like she had to be on high alert most of her life.

Franco smiled faintly. “Isn’t that what sons are for?”

Isabel clipped a stem cleanly, then straightened and gave him a long, quiet look. Her dark hair was pinned back in a neat twist. No jewelry today. Just a simple linen shirt and pressed beige slacks. Somehow she still looked like someone who could run a country club.

“Something’s going on.” she said.

Franco blinked. “You always do this.”

“Because I’m always right.”

He sighed, shoved his hands in his pockets, and looked out across the lawn. “It’s not that serious.”

“Is it work?”

“No.”

Her gaze didn’t move. “Is it your father?”

“No.”

“Then it’s a woman.”

He didn’t answer.

“That’s a yes.” Isabel said, peeling off her gloves and folding them carefully. “Who is she?”

Franco looked at her, then away. “No one.”

“Franco.”

He dragged a hand through his hair. “She’s... different.” And in a way it actually wasn’t a lie. He barely knew something about her after all.

Isabel didn’t speak, just waited.

“She’s smart. Sharp. She sees through people in a way that’s... scary sometimes. And she’s not afraid of anything, or at least not that she’ll admit. It’s like she walks around the world with this armor on, but somehow still makes you want to know what’s underneath, no matter how scary she is.”

Isabel gave him a look, somewhere between curiosity and worry. “And she doesn’t know about your life.”

“Of course not.”

She nodded slowly. “And you’re thinking about what it would mean if she did.” He may not have gone that far just yet in his head, but now couldn’t forget about it even if he tried.

He looked at her, more serious now. “Did you know? About Dad, I mean. Before.”

“No.” she said softly, almost instantly. “Not until we were married. Not until you were already on the way.”

He blinked. “Seriously?”

“I thought he worked in real estate. That’s what everyone else thought too. And when I started to wonder, it was already too late to do anything with the answers.”

Franco sat down on the bench near her. “Why didn’t you leave?”

She looked down at her hands. Her fingers were slim, elegant, but there was a slight tremble there he’d never noticed before. “Because I loved him. And because I was scared. Not of him. Gabriel never raised a hand to me. Not once. But scared of how far down I already was. What would happen if I tried to climb out.”

The air was quiet for a moment, filled only with the sound of leaves shifting overhead.

“I tried. Just once.” she added. “I packed a bag. Took you and the girls with me. Got as far as the station before I realized there wasn’t anywhere to go that wouldn’t come with consequences.”

Franco swallowed hard. “You never told me that.”

“I didn’t want you to think of him like that.”

“I think I need to.”

Isabel sat beside him now. Not close, but near enough that he could hear her breathe.

“Bringing someone in from the outside…” she said, quietly, “it sounds romantic. It sounds like a way out. But it’s not. Not for them. It’s a way in. And there’s no way out after that. You don’t get to be half in. You’re either in, or you’re gone. And most of the time, if you’re gone… you’re gone.”

Franco stared straight ahead. “I know.”

“She doesn’t deserve that.”

“I haven’t even told her anything.”

“But you’re thinking about it.”

He didn’t respond.

“You think you’re different from your father,” Isabel said, looking at him now. “But you’re not. You’re slowly following in his footsteps. Learning how to smile genuinely while you lie.”

He stood slowly. “You don’t think I can protect her.”

“I think it’s not about protection. It’s about honesty. And you can’t give her that. Not really.”

Franco looked at his mother for a long moment. “What would you have done if you’d known the truth before?”

She answered without hesitation. “I would’ve run.”

He nodded, jaw tight. “Thanks for the optimism.”

She stood and touched his arm lightly. “It’s not about optimism. It’s about not letting her become me.” Franco turned his head, escaping her gaze. “Franco…” Isabel said softly. “She makes you softer,” she said. “I see it already.”

He didn’t look back. “That’s not a bad thing,” she added. “It just means you’ll break faster.”

Dinner was simple, cooked by Isabel herself. Franco hadn’t had her arroz al horno in months, and the taste hit him like memory soaked in saffron and garlic. His sisters floated in and out, teasing him the way only siblings could, making a mess of the conversation while Isabel tried to keep the tablecloth clean. For a moment, it felt normal. Not perfect—but untouched, like a version of their lives that hadn’t been drowned in secrecy and carefully managed silence.

He was still laughing at something Lucía said when the sound of the front door broke through the chatter. Gabriel.

The room changed. Even before anyone saw him, his presence thudded through the air like thunder before rain.

Franco’s body stiffened. Isabel’s hand went still around her wine glass.

Footsteps, confident and too loud, closed the distance from the hallway. Then Gabriel appeared in the doorway. Tanned from the sun, blazer slung over his shoulder, a smile too sharp to mean anything good. “Didn’t expect to see you here, hijo.” he said, voice rich with faux warmth.

Franco stood slowly, smoothing his expression into something neutral. “Didn’t know you’d be back so soon.”

Gabriel eyed the table, the half-finished dishes, the wine. “Family dinner?” He looked at Isabel. “You should’ve told me.”

“I didn’t know you’d care,” she replied, her voice steady.

Gabriel chuckled like he’d heard something mildly amusing. “I always care, querida.”

Franco’s stomach turned. “I was just heading out,” he said, already reaching for his jacket draped on the back of the chair.

“So soon?” Gabriel asked, the edge in his voice sharpening. “You just got here.”

Franco forced a smile. “Didn’t want to overstay.”

Gabriel stepped into the room then, closing the gap with casual menace. “Or maybe you just don’t like staying when I’m home.”

Franco turned toward him, meeting his gaze flatly. “Maybe.”

A long beat passed between them. Nothing loud. Nothing physical. But the threat was there, threaded into the silence. Gabriel didn’t blink. Didn’t move.

Then, with a voice just loud enough for Isabel and Gabriel to hear, Franco added. “Thanks for dinner, mamá. It was perfect.” He leaned down, kissed her cheek, and didn’t wait for Gabriel to say anything else.

By the time he reached the car, his pulse was racing. Not because he was scared. Because he was tired of pretending not to be angry. But if he stayed one second longer, he knew he’d say something he couldn’t take back. That wasn’t part of the plan however.

[zoniteillusion-pyritedreams]

Request for ni-ki & jungwon pursue their crush please?

💌🔮✨ “How Ni-ki of Enhypen Acts Around His Crush”

Mr.The Secret Softie With a Slow Burn & Hidden Heartache

Okay Dreamweavers. I lit the incense, shuffled the cards, and asked the Divine Duo (Aphrodite + Nyx) for the truth behind Ni-ki's crush game. What I got? A dramatic novella filled with emotional tension, quiet yearning, and mysterious glances across the room.

🫣 The Vibe Around His Crush

Emotionally guarded and mysterious af. Ni-ki doesn't just wear his heart on his sleeve. Nah. That thing is LOCKED in a vault, behind 3 layers of sarcasm, vague vibes, and “I’m chill” energy. (Its given Mori aka Takashi Morinozuka from Ouran High host . In terms of how he would be very observant and quiet while taking everything you do in. But he'd also be a little sarcastic and funny when he has to interact with you like everything he says you would second guess. Likes her do you like me or am I just one of the guys?)

Totally watches from a distance at first. He’s scoping out your vibe, your playlist, your favorite snack… all in silence. Secretly memorizing your laugh like it’s a melody. He’s a soft spy with a crush.

(See.)

But inside? He’s PANICKING. His emotional equilibrium is out of whack. ( you know how when he likes zones out and he kind of looks like he's judging the hell out of you. Like I'm not a huge fan of this group but I've definitely seen videos of that I feel like that's what he looks like 90% of the time around his crush. Mainly because he is completely overthinking everything what does he say something does he not say something should he do something or not? Is he coming off that's cool enough or is he coming off as being a loser? I feel like these are all the thoughts I just rushed through his head.) He overthinks what to say, feels vulnerable af, but still wants to impress you. You’re living rent-free in his brain.

💘 How He Tries to Pursue You

Overworks himself to feel worthy. I said it before and I'll say it again they're all a little traumatized and for whatever reason think that they have to work very hard in order to be loved) Instead of shooting his shot, he’s out here trying to become his “best self” so you notice him without him having to say anything. His love language is “quiet effort.”

Accidental charm. He might offer you help with something, bring you snacks, or make you laugh, all under the guise of being “friendly.” But he’s sweating inside.

Jealousy alert. If he sees you vibing with someone else? Inner chaos. He won’t start drama, but he’ll 100% spiral emotionally and maybe even pull back ( Like even though he technically has not made a move or done anything yet as far as you concerned in his head. You're already his you're not allowed to flirt with other people or to get close to other people that he thinks would try to date you. He's a little territorial )

When He Finally Makes a Move

Sudden, bold, and intense. One day, he snaps out of overthinking and just GOES FOR IT. A surprise confession. A super flirty moment. You’ll blink and suddenly he’s all up in your emotional space.

But his feelings are deep. He’s not in it for surface-level flirting. He wants someone he can build with—ride-or-die status. ( he needs someone that will stand on business and be 10 toes down for him. )

Still emotional AF, though. He’s scared of rejection and will take it personally. Don’t ghost him unless you want to end up in one of his future solo choreographies full of angst and rain. 😭

✨ Final Summary:

Ni-ki crushes hard but quiet.

He watches, waits, overthinks, then goes all in once he feels emotionally ready. His pursuit is a mix of slow-burn devotion + emotional rollercoaster + a dash of “I’ve been holding this in forever.”

He’s protective, a little jealous, emotionally sensitive, and definitely romantic under the surface.

🌟 “How Jungwon of Enhypen Acts Around His Crush”

Mr Your Local CEO of Subtle Flirting Who’s Lowkey Screaming Inside

Let’s be real: Jungwon gives that energy like he’s the composed leader and collected heartthrob. But when it comes to crushes? Oh honey… He’s fumbling the bag but making it look GOOD. 💅

💗 The Vibe Around His Crush

Chill on the outside, lowkey mess inside. He thinks he has a game plan, but the moment he’s near his crush, it’s giving “brain cells just left the chat.”

Totally playful and sweet. He’ll joke around, tease you lightly, and make sure you’re laughing. If he gets you giggling? Victory. Bonus if you call him cute he'll think about it for weeks.

He wants to impress you without trying to impress you. That effortless cool? He practiced it. That moment he fixes his hair when you walk in? Not a coincidence. ( it's giving Middle School / High School freshman spring way too much ax. Trying to act like a cool guy but really just fumbling every time he tries to talk to his Crush vibes.)

💞 How He Pursues You

Team effort energy. (I don't know but I thought of like High School Musical too specifically when shar pei gets Troy the job at her parents country club. That's the Vibes like he will sit there and find a way he doesn't care what you work as or what you do he's going to find a way to get you to be around him as much as possible even if it means somehow bribing his company or managers to hire you for like catering, makeup artist internship etc. He needs you around him as much as possible so that he can make you notice him and not notice other guys who might be cooler than him around you.) He’s going to find ways to be around you, work with you, or be in the same spaces. Suddenly you’re on the same team, the same playlist, the same vibes.

Emotionally open but still guarded. He wants to share things with you, but also lowkey panics at being too vulnerable. ( again he's another one who just overthinks. He's kind of like if I say this with this come off as being too needy? Or am I not being enough is this trauma dumping or is this sharing? These are all the thoughts that go through his head every time he's trying to be vulnerable it's like is this coming off as me drama dumping or love bombing or does this come off the way I want it to like I care and want them to know.)

Might try to “friend first, then flirt” approach. He wants to build a safe space. He's testing the waters. A compliment here, a cute smirk there. But deep down? He’s hoping you make the first move so he doesn’t combust from anxiety.

🔥 When He Starts Catching Real Feelings

Suddenly goal-oriented. Once he’s sure of how he feels? He’ll try to lock it in. Smooth texts, random acts of kindness, emotionally affirming you like he’s your life coach.

But still that little touch of “am I enough?” ( I've said it before and I'll say it again fuck the industry for traumatizing this entire generational idols and also fuck this company specifically for the way they traumatize these boys. Like you are enough sweetheart don't fucking guess yourself it's okay.)/ He’s healed a lot, but deep down he wonders if you really see him. Reassurance is a love language he won’t admit he needs.

💡 Final Summary:

Jungwon gives “confident flirt who checks his hair in every reflective surface before talking to you” energy. He’s playful, sweet, and considerate but lowkey terrified of ruining it by being too honest too fast. He wants you to feel safe, valued, and impressed… all while casually trying not to combust from romantic anxiety.

🚨 Reminder: Tarot-based reading, babes! Pure vibes. Pure entertainment. We’re not claiming insider information just letting Aphrodite and Nyx work their magic.