#damn i didn't realize i had this long-ass rant in me

[i-want-men-i-cant-have]

𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓉𝓇𝑒. 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓌𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.

✿ summary: maybe your bullies did something right after cornering you in the park and accidentally hitting the gang member in your class instead of you

✿ ft: kazutora hanemiya

all you wanted to do right now was go home and take a hot bath, relax your muscles from a long day of school. all you had to do was walk for a few more minutes. you did have a follower, though. or that's what it sounded like with the ringing of a bell, probably a keychain, and mimicking snow crunching from your own.

as long as they didn’t try to hurt you or, god forbid, talk to you, you would be fine. you honestly didn't have the brain capacity after a long day of studying and annoying girls in your class. in every single class.

you were taken out of your daze when you heard some annoying high-pitched laughs. you knew those annoying high-pitched laughs and forced giggles anywhere. the elongated words almost seeping out like moans. a higher pitch, almost panda baby-sounding sneeze followed after and a whine, “noo~, that is my real sneeze taro~~!”

yeah, pick me, girls in your class. they didn't exactly try to like you at all. turns out their boyfriends also don't exactly like you at all either. how fun. so fun, in fact, that a snowball was hurtling right towards you.

but it didn't hit you. it hit the person behind you with a sound that just had to hurt. and then there was a grunt. a very annoyed grunt.

you turned to see where the guy's offender was, but a snowball hit your chest, splattering all over your new warm jacket. and then another. and another.

quickly realizing what was happening, you yelled a short "run!" before booking it under the bridge the girls and their boyfriends were on. as both of you ran snowballs hit you from every which direction.

did they plan this out or something? there’s literally girls and boys stationed like the military over the park. you had to hand it to whoever planned this out; it was impressive.

you brought hands to your face to try and protect it as you ran as fast as you could, the only noise you could hear was the whipping of snowballs being thrown in the air and hitting you.

once your eyes caught a rock, you bolted as fast as you could, arms flailing, trying to reach the damn thing. you dove towards it, crawling to safety.

then, your very nice follower had decided to also dive into the snow, right on you. his hand grabbed your back, plunging you into the snow. your body hit the snow further, nose stuffed with snow so far you almost could smell the nice earthy dirt from the last season. but he grabbed your collar, saving you from the snow, and shoved your face into his own.

“the hell is wrong with you?” he wasn’t screaming, but he was still holding back, you could tell.

“what-?!” you almost laughed, but you coughed up some of that stupid snow he submerged you into.

“you got your friends to do this, didn't you? you think you're so special, don't cha’?”

as he went off, you started to recognize the guy practicing holding you by your throat, arguing with you. he was practically arguing with a wall with drying paint.

your mind finally hit a mini memory. you know this guy. you don't know him, but you know him. he was one of your friends' crush the week he came to school, so of course, you had to hear her rant about him for a week.

what even was his name? kyazutora? bazutora? nyanyatora? once your eyes landed on that tattoo on his neck, it hit you. kazutora, that was his name. It fit him in a weird sense.

now, that week she spent talking about him was only filled with compliments after compliments. ‘he's so hot’ she would say. ‘he's a need not a want’ she would say. ‘forget a ferrari for christmas, I want him’ she would say. you didn't get it at first, but now… you still don't.

he was being an ass right now. you didn't want to fight, maybe a bit, but not with him. he could probably see that, and he still went off until he didn't. he released you, and you felt yourself fall deep into the snow.

you muttered a small thank you and tried to dust yourself off, only now catching time to get the snow out of your eyelashes and face.

“we should get out of here.”

“obviously.” 

“listen, I'm not really in the mood to deal with your attitude right now, and I just want them to go away. I don't want to fight you, so can you please not try and be rude or anything,” you try to hold back. he’s probably had a rough day too, being hit in the face by a snowball but still.

“you want them to go away?” he asked, smirking, letting his pointy teeth be more pronounced. you give him a curt nod. “ok, I can do that. just listen to me.” he looks around, not even flinching with the ongoing snowballs being aimed at you two.

“start making snowballs.” he orders you while trying to make snowballs.

you turn to try and make a snowball, hands moving to shape it into a circle. it crumples and falls in your hand, but you still make as many as you can in a minute. by the time a minute passes, your jaw drops. he’s already got a whole arm full of them. does he have an automatic snowball maker stuffed in that bell earring of his?

“how did you?”

“you ready?” he asks, almost too gleefully. he turns to start throwing as many snowballs as he can, each one hitting directly where he wanted them. is he on the baseball team? you would have remembered if he was a baseball boy.

still, he was pressing out arms like the pitchers on tv, throwing every which way, all with that smirk on his face, his ammo slowly running out. you peek out from the rock, watching him work his magic.

your bullies- the girls in your class- shrieked and grabbed their boyfriends' arms. “run!” they squealed like dying pigs, running away for their life on the bridge.

next, he aimed for a boy hiding behind a rock opposite of yours. he jumped to the side, dodging a snowball passing his shoulder, hitting the tree behind him. he threw it midair, almost in slow motion as it still hit the kid in the eye with a loud “eugh” and ran away crying. that's gotta hurt.

you turned to see there was still a boy who ran away unscathed from your savior. “ah, he got away,” you told him, an unused snowball still in your gloved hands.

“snowball,” he held out his hand, still looking towards the boy. you placed the weapon into his hands and watched as the boy ran for his life.

he pushed his shoulder and arm back, lifted his leg a bit, pivoted his foot. ‘bam!’

you could practically feel the impact of a rock hit your lower back as you watched the collision. the poor kid fell straight on his face from the ball.

“you hit him!”

“so?”

“so what?! you hit him!” you jumped into his arms that stiffened before he grabbed your shoulders and shoved you off.

“you go to my school, right? tomorrow you should eat lunch with me. I'll make hot chocolate and pumpkin pie!”

“hot chocolate and pumpkin pie? that sounds disgusting.”

“free food's still free food.”

and at the same time, he found your classroom the next day and ate the meal you prepared for him.

[herroyalhighnessqueenmomo]

Faded Memories (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) |Part 12|

A/N: It's baaaaack!! I know this took literally for fucking ever and I am so sorry to make y'all wait so long. I'm hoping the length of this part makes up for the wait a bit.

You woke up right next to Eddie. You were in his arms as your head rested on his chest. You looked up to see his sleeping face. You kissed his cheek and went to get up but got pulled back into his embrace. "No I want you to stay here." Eddie grumbled out. You giggled. "Eds come on I gotta get up." You struggled against him.

He only grumbled again in protest. "Edddie." You whined. He peaked his head up. His eyes were squint from the harsh light coming into the room. His hair was getting into his face and it honestly looked like a chicken landed on it. You snorted out a laugh from seeing the expression on his face. "Just stay in bed with me. We can sleep in." He said gruffly.

You looked at the digital clock beside the bed. "Eddie its already about to be 12:30, how much more do you wanna sleep in?" You asked. He didn't answer. He only nuzzled his face into your neck. You caressed his hair as he laid practically on top of your chest. "We got a lot to do today. We have to find me a job since I was pretty much forced to quit unexpectedly last night. Then we need to tell our friends that my memory is back officially and-"

"Our friends already know your memory is back." He mumbled out into your neck. "No, only Nancy, Robin, and Steve. The kids don't know and neither does the rest of Hellfire. Plus the guys at your shop would be thrilled to find out my memory is back too." You explained. "I'm not going to the shop on my day off." Eddie deadpanned. "Okay then we can go to the shop tomorrow." You replied.

"Oh and let's not forget we need to talk about how we will go about making our marriage legally official. Personally I think we should just elope and get married at the courthouse." At hearing this Eddie has shot up and looked at you wide eyed. "What? Did you forget that I wanted us to get married?" He shook his head. "No that's not it. I just can't believe you would actually just want to elope and not hold a ceremony." He replied. "Why is that so hard to believe? I mean you already had an actual wedding before. You don't need another one just to marry me."

He still looked at you in disbelief. "You're telling me you don't want a real wedding? Isn't this something you have always dreamt of?" He asked you. "Why? Because I'm a woman? You automatically think I have always dreamt of walking down the isle dressed like a pretty princess in high heels? With a big bouquet of flowers. While everyone I know watches me shine?" You began to rant. Of course you have wanted that but the concept seemed odd to you. Over two months after Eddie's first wedding he will have another one with a completely different bride?

You surely weren't trying to be the topic of conversation going around in Hawkins. If the two of you went along with the idea of an actual wedding the whole damn town would be whispering about the spectacle. "If you're sure you don't want an actual wedding then I would be completely fine with eloping." Eddie stated breaking you out of your thoughts.

You gave him a nod. "Then its a plan. We'll elope."

The two of you ended up calling all of your friends and told them to meet at Nancy's office. You double checked with her before hand and she said it was okay. You were getting ready and Eddie was taking a shower when you heard a knock at the door.

You became a little nervous wondering if it was Kendra. You chucked the idea as you got closer to the door realizing she would just walk in if it was her.

You opened the door and your heart damn near sunk to your ass as you saw your mother. "Y/N M/N L/N. I thought you were in New York to go 'find yourself' but then I heard you were still in Hawkins. You lied to your father and I?! You didn't just lie to me you got married to Eddie Munson? Do you have anything to say for yourself?" She asked as she crossed her arms.

Your mouth was agape as you struggled to come up with words. "Well? I'm waiting." She said seeming impatient and frustrated. "Mom it really wasn't like that. Its much more complicated. I really was supposed to go to New York." You tried to reason. "So what you accidentally missed your flight and married your best friend instead? Did you really think your father and I wouldn't approve or something?"

You shook your head. "No thats not it. I didn't miss my flight to New York. Mom you didn't hear the news about what happened?" You asked her. She shook her head. "No you know damn well that our TV doesn't work that well and your father is too cheap to purchase a new one." She replied.

Your mom had no idea that for this whole time you were gone about what happened to you. You now understood why she was so upset. You forgot about your parents. For all she knew you were in New York and never let her know you were okay. "Mom my plane crashed." All color drained from her face. "It what?! That can't be true. I-I oh my god I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" She asked as she took a moment to examine you.

"I'm fine now mom. I had temporary amnesia and Eddie took care of me. The hospital wouldn't let him visit me until he told them he was my husband. When I woke up he told me the same thing, that he was my husband." You explained. She scrunched up her eyebrows. "I don't understand, why would he do a thing like that?" She asked.

"Because I realized I was actually in love with your daughter." You heard Eddie's voice emerge from behind you. Your mom crossed her arms as she looked at him. "It took you this long to realize that?" You turned your head to look at him. "No. It just took me this long to actually do something about it. I didn't know she had feelings for me too." He replied.

She huffed. "So then you two aren't actually married, just living together? Your father won't be happy about that. He's going to want you to move back home." Eddie wrapped his arms around you. "Well we were planning to actually still get married." He said.

You nodded and gave her a smile. "Well actually I decided we should just elope so that we-"

Your mother put her hand up for you to stop talking. "I'm sorry you want to what?"

"Elope...we don't need to have a big thing out of it bec-" You began to explain. "And you were okay with this idea?" Your mom asked as she looked at Eddie. He shot up his hands in defense. "Hey don't look at me. I tried to tell her we could still have a wedding but she wouldn't listen."

Your mother looked at you again. "Why on Earth would you want to elope? I thought you always wanted a wedding? Hell you even nagged me for eloping with your father myself."

"Thats because you guys deserved an actual wedding." You tried to reason. "And you don't?" She shot back. You remained quiet. "Your father and I eloped because I couldn't leave my parent's house until I was married and they didn't like your dad. Your grandfather refused to help if we had a wedding and we didn't have money at the time." Your mom explained.

You nodded. "I know mom." You looked down at your feet. "Then you know you have a choice to actually do a wedding or elope and regret it the rest of your life." She stated. You gave her another nod. "Y/N you are my only daughter. I want to see you happy. I would love to see you in a beautiful dress and walk down the isle with your father beside you. I know that in the end you will do whatever you want but I think you should take what I said into consideration."

You took a deep breath. "Okay mom." She smiled. "I love you honey bee." She gave you a hug. "I love you too mom." You hugged back. "Now I better receive an invitation to a proper wedding soon or the next time you see me you're going to get another earful." She stated as she pulled away. You let out a laugh. "Okay I get it mom." Your mother was about to head downstairs. "Hey mom?" She looked at you. "Yes Honey Bee?" "Aren't you worried that people are gonna talk about how Eddie is marrying me less than 3 months after marrying someone else?"

"Hon, people are always gonna talk no matter what. They don't directly affect your life so don't let their words prevent you from being happy. Besides, since when did you start caring about what people say to you? I thought I raised you different than how I was raised. I raised you to keep your head held high and to march your feet to the beat of your own drum." She advised.

You knew your mother was right. The woman could be a damn sage if she wanted to. You learned that the best thing you could ever do for yourself in life is always listen to her. "I love you mom." You smiled at her. "Love you too Honey Bee." With that she left.

You shut the door of the apartment and leaned back on it. You looked crossed your arms as you looked at Eddie. "Well I guess we are having a wedding after all." He had a huge smile on his face and went to embrace you. "Have I ever told you how much I loved your mom?" Eddie asked as he hugged you.

"You might've mentioned it once or twice in the past, yeah." You laughed. He pulled away from you. "Now go get ready so we can head out. I'll make us some late breakfast in the meantime." You gave him a nod and went to the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and went to to take a quick shower. Afterwards you walked out the bathroom in a towel and went to your shared bedroom to get dressed.

You searched your drawers and decided to throw on a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt and black jeans with your white All-Stars. You threw your hair up in a side ponytail and walked out of the bedroom. You smiled at the smell of food. "Mmm something smells pretty damn good." You stated as you walked over to see Eddie placing some scrambled eggs next to two slices of bacon on a plate.

He handed the plate to you. "Bone apple squeeze or whatever it is the French say." He said. You burst out into laughter. "It's bon appetit." You corrected him. "Gesundheit" He replied. You laughed again. "No babe I wasn't sneezing I was telling you how the French say it. It's bon appetit." You explained. "Could've fooled me." You rolled your eyes and put your plate down on the table and got yourself a cup of water then took a seat at the table.

You began to eat. Eddie walked over shortly after with his plate of food. "Tastes good Eds." You stated. "Good. I'm not much of a chef." He sat down and began eating too. "Hey babe?" He looked up. "Now that the cat's out of the bag about my memory being back and all, can you tell me what happened between you and Kendra? From what I thought, you guys got married that day of the plane crash. Then I wake up and you decided I was going to be your wife." Your curiosity got the better of you and you just had to know.

He took a deep breath. "Well, after the ceremony when we officially got married, I went to the backroom where I last saw you to look for you since I didn't see you anywhere else." "Okay." You nodded for him to continue. "That's when I found that note you left me about having to leave to catch your flight. By the time I finished reading it and I realized that Nancy, Robin, and Steve helped you to move, I was pissed." You furrowed your eyebrows. "How come?" "Well they did that behind my back and let you leave Hawkins. So I confronted them. The girls were just as pissed too because they blamed me for you leaving, which, to be fair, they were right. They stormed out of the backroom and Steve tried to level with me."

"But what does this have to do with Kendra and you?" You asked. "Let me get there." He replied. "So anyways, that's when Kendra came into the room bitching about me leaving her out there alone when we just got married. I personally didn't give a shit at the time, I just wanted to figure out where you were so I could bring you back. After that I think it was Robin who came rushing in for us to come over to the bar to watch the TV. That's when we saw the news about your crash." He took in a shaky breath and his eyes started watering as he remembered the sinking feeling in his gut when he thought you were gone forever.

He cleared his throat. "Anyways Robin figured you might still be alive but in one of the hospitals in Indianapolis so we frantically looked in the phone book for the name of the hospital. When I called they were too busy to confirm if you were alive so I decided to head there myself to find out for sure. Of course Nancy, Robin, and Steve wanted to come too."

"Wait, and Hellfire club didn't want to come with?" You asked. "Oh, I don't know. They were in the corner away somewhere doing, god knows what at the time." "Oh." "Anyways. By the point that's when Kendra got pissed because she didn't want me to leave the reception. She knew it was a matter of life and death and she didn't even give a shit if you were dead. All she cared about was the stupid wedding. When I realized she didn't care about the most important person in the world to me, I couldn't be with her anymore. I decided to get our marriage annulled and that was pretty much it."

"Wow, I knew Kendra could be a bit of a pretentious bitch, but damn she wasn't even concerned in the slightest if I was okay?" You asked. "Nope." "Damn. Well good fucking riddance. I never liked her anyways." You responded. "Apparently nobody did. I just have a shit judge of character."

"I don't think you have a shit judge of character." He looked up at you with a raised eyebrow. "Okay your judge of character was a little questionable, but I think you're getting better now." His softened as he gave you a small smile. "Thanks."

The two of you finished eating and left the apartment via Eddie's notorious, slightly more questionable than his judge of character's, van. When you got to Nancy and Jonathan's place you noticed you two were actually the last to arrive. "Oh great, we're the ones who made the invite and ended up being the last ones to our own scheduled hangout. Good fucking going, Munson." You half joked.

He snapped his head over to look at you so quickly you could've sworn you heard his neck crack. "How is it my fault?! Last I checked it was your mother who decided to drop by and cause us to be late." He sassed. You blinked a few times not expecting that response. "Well then." Was all you said as you hopped out the van and went inside the ex-diner. Eddie was speeding right behind you.

"Well look who finally decided to grace us with their presence." Dustin said with a very disapproving and sarcastic tone. "Yes, I'm sorry that we were late it was my mother who had stalled us earlier before we left." You said very pointedly and gave Eddie a criminally offensive side eye.

Nancy cleared her throat. "So why did you bring us all to my office for?" She asked. "Right. Um, so as you may all know. I was recently in a very dramatic and tragic plane crash that thankfully didn't kill me. Which by the way some of you," You looked over at the Hellfire Club. "Hadn't come to visit me since then."

"Um excuse me, I call bullshit, we wanted to visit you, Eddie was the one tha-" Eddie made quick big gestures for Dustin to quit talking immediately with his hands. You saw the gestures from the corner of your eye and looked over at Eddie to see him try and play it cool by whistling while looking the other direction. "Eddie what?" You asked Dustin as you furrowed your eyebrows.

It got quiet all of a sudden making the silence awkward. "He told us that you didn't want visitors and that meeting new people would make you hysterical." Will suddenly spoke up. "He what?!" You snapped your head over to look over at Eddie who was avoiding your gaze. "Hysterical? Were you trying to make me sound like a mental health patient?" You asked him.

He gave a small shrug. "Well...technically you were, your mental health had memory loss." He said quietly. "Tha-That's not the same!"

"I feel like we just accidentally opened a can of worms for them." Lucas stated. "Yeah, no, shit Sherlock." Dustin replied. "Okay man, just back off, it's your fault that they're arguing anyways." Lucas snapped back. "I didn't do anything, I was just simply trying to clear my good name. Will here was the one who actually spilled the goddamn beans."

"Me? You clearly started it and just left Y/N hanging without a clear answer I-"Will began but cut off by Steve. "Okay guys knock it off. Y/N, Eddie, for the love of God would you guys just actually tell us what's going on?"

You took a deep breath. "I wanted to announce to everyone that I officially have my memories back." Everyone cheered. "And?" Eddie nudged you lightly. "And we are making our marriage legit." Everyone kind of clapped but some of them were a little slow as they all looked at each other in confusion. "I'm sorry did I miss something? Your marriage? When did you guys get married?" Mike asked. "We didn't" You replied. "That's why we are going to make it legit." You responded.

"I think what Mike is trying to say is that the way that you say it implies that you two are somehow already married." Dustin chimed in. "Oh that. Yes, so since you guys didn't already know, while my memory was out Eddie took me in and had me believing he was actually my husband this whole time. When I got my memory back I just decided to go with it. Last night we agreed we want to be actually married to each other legally." You explained.

"I am somehow more confused then I was before." Jeff said suddenly. "Its a really long story. The important thing is that we are getting married." You replied then looked over at Eddie and gave him a smile. "So....that's it?" Dustin asked. "What do you mean, 'ThAt'S iT'?" You asked him confused. "Were you expecting something else?" He shrugged. "Well I don't know I just would have liked something that was more...I don't know...dramatic?" He tried to find the words. Your mouth was wide open. You looked over at Eddie. In your mind you were hoping he'd handle his child before you blew a gasket.

"Man, what are you talking about? They just announced they were getting married." Lucas tried to reason. "She just woke up from a coma literally two months ago!" He exclaimed. "Sure but did anyone really doubt that they were going to end up together?" Dustin asked as if it was obvious.

"Yes!" Everyone exclaimed.

"He married somebody else." Erica reminded him. "Yeah but for only about a week. That hardly counts." He argued. Eddie huffed. "Well little sheep. If its a touch of drama and shock you look for, then don't you worry." You looked over at him confused. There wasn't anything else to tell. "We're also planning to have a baby."

"What?!" Multiple people exclaimed. "If that's supposed to be an April Fools prank it isn't funny." Robin stated. "Eds we haven't really worked the details out on that." You whispered loudly. "What's there to work out? I mean with what happened last night after I kind of-" You rushed to cover his mouth to spare everyone in the room the trauma. "You then plastered a nervous smile as you looked at the group. "Please tell me you're joking." Nancy stated.

"Dustin you just had to push to hear something dramatic didn't you?" Mike asked. "Well how the hell was I supposed to know they were already planning to start a family? I just wanted them to justify calling all of us over to the same place at once when I was in the middle of creating my very detailed practice diaroma of how I wanted to eventually propose to Suzie next year."

"Dustin you have been making that damned diaorama for over a year. Just put us all out of our misery and just propose to her for the love of Mike!" Jeff exclaimed. Mike had a very serious face and looked unamused. "Sorry." Jeff apologized. "Nonsense, it needs to be perfect." Dustin stated. "Well your need for perfection caused all of us some blissful ignorance." Erica sassed. "Well sorry I was unphased by them wanting to get married. So I wanted some entertainment. Sue me."

"You challenged the Dungeon Master. Why would you challenge him like this?"Gareth asked. "Okay guys seriously we are standing right here. We can hear everything you are saying." You decided to state.

"Well yeah, that's the point." Erica replied. You tried to blink away the shock you felt. "I don't see what's so bad about us starting a family." Eddie finally decided to speak up. "Well typically I've seen couples you know not wake up one morning and decide to get married and then have a baby seconds later." Robin chimed in. "But then again I'm not straight so maybe I can't comment on what's normal."

"I'm not straight either and I'm pretty sure this is definitely not normal." Will stated. "We aren't a normal couple though." Eddie replied. "We are anything but normal. It might not make sense to you guys but to us it does." You added.

"Y/N, I think what we are all trying to say is that we really don't want you guys to accidentally hurt each other...again." Nancy tried to reason.

I nodded. "I get it Nance. I honestly appreciate you wanting to look out for us."

"I'm mostly trying to look out for you. I was the one who was there baawling your eyes out because of him. That really wasn't that long ago. As much as I want to believe this is going to work out for the both of you I have my doubts." Nancy admitted. "Maybe you forgot but he was married to someone else merely a few months ago. He only seemed to really care about you when he knew he couldn't control you anymore."

"Hey whoa, no, hold on. What the hell Nancy? What kinda guy do you take me for? I would never want to control her." Eddie stated trying to shut this shit down.

Nance glared at him. "No? Then what do you call over a month of lying to her and making her believe she was married to you? Looked like manipulation to me."

"Where is this coming from all of a sudden? Do you not want to see us happy?" Eddie asked.

"I don't care if you're happy Munson. I care about Y/N being happy. You weren't there to pick up the pieces of her heart that you broke. I don't trust you and I sure as shit don't trust you to be the father of any child." Nancy spat out.

Eddie was speechless. He knew Nancy wasn't his fan. Especially not after you got hurt but he didn't expect this. He was angry. Not entirely angry at her. It was actually more with himself. He was his own enemy. "You're right." Was all he muttered as he walked out of her small office space.

"You see? He is a God damn coward." Nancy pointed out. "What the hell Nancy?" You shot her the dirtiest look at her. "What?" she seemed confused. "Was that really necessary? I know Eddie isn't perfect. He knows he isn't perfect but he has been busting his ass everyday to make up for the pain he caused me. It's not fair for you to just throw it back in his face like that. He would never something like that to you and neither would I." I felt my face getting red with anger. "Eddie and I will get officially married and start a family together whether either of you like it or not."

I began to head towards the door. Then turned back around. "And another thing, Eddie would be an amazing father. He practically raised the Hellfire club like his kids. How fucking dare you imply he would be a shitty father. He knows what it's like to have a shitty father and he is the type of man to do everything in his power to make sure he won't be like his dad. Nance I love you. You're my best friend but if this is how you plan to treat my husband and future father of my children I can't have you around us." With that I made my exit to look for Eddie.

There was deafening silence after you walked out. "I knew I shouldn't have abandoned my diorama for this." Dustin said finally breaking the silence. "I'm going to kill you." Steve said.

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[nerves-nebula]

To the last anon, when it comes to Rise crossovers with 12 and how they handle ‘healing’ its done in a ‘holy-than’ tone. Especially with newer fans. When the arise movie dropped and crossover content was being made it was A LOT of 12 bashing in said fics. Like ‘Unfamiliar Familiar’ and ‘The fight for Mikey’ it was handled in such a bad faith way and reached such a wide audience that if i were to open a crossover fic for 12/Rise the predetermined ideas of ‘2012 brothers/Splinter are abusive’ ‘12 Mikey is innocent’ ‘12 April is a bitch’ are there.

Its why so many of us 12 fans vehemently speak out about it in a strong manner. A few of us are open to discuss it but the pool has already been tainted so to speak.

OH SO WE'RE JUST NAME DROPPING FICS NOW??? with like real people behind them and stuff?? ok damn i guess i really did kick the hornets nest here.

anyway, i read an ok fic once that i dont remember the name of where the rise bros were like "you guys are really mean" and the 2012 bros were like "y'all aint perfect either" and they kept fighting each other because of some sort of dimension thing where only one of them could exist in the same universe and it was an interesting enough premise i guess.

i stopped reading it cause the writing was a little too on the nose for me (like, people just saying exactly what they mean in an emotional situation sorta thing) but it wasnt the worst.

i think i also read a bit of unfamiliar familiar but i dont remember much about it. I guess I didn't notice that was character bashing? then again i never had a huge attachment to 2012 so i probably took the "2012 doesnt deserve mikey so im giving him to rise" thing as more lighthearted than you would if you like. were attached to 2012 and had strong opinions on them hah.

I assumed that the author was interested in telling a story about an abused kid who gets taken in by a new family, and just used 2012 tmnt to do it. I guess my blind spot comes from the way I view stories as vehicles for someone to express themselves. so i care more about the story itself and what it explores (usually abuse) than like, if they're being unfair to characters.

but yeah, having major fanfics that spread a version of 2012 dynamics you don't agree with/like is sure to rub ya the wrong way. I totally get the irritation there.

I read a fanfic that was similar to that actually, where 2012 Donnie and Mikey ran away cause home life was really bad, and it was written so well that I fell in love immediately. My favorite part was that we had parts from everyone's POV's, Donnie, Mikey, and then after they left Raph and Leo. AND it was going to be reconciliation too!! like they were going to get better and all this cool stuff, and the way it handled trauma and coping and healing was sOoOOOO good. unfortunately it was never finished, but yeah. i guess that's my ideal 2012 abuse fanfic that i'm always chasing the high of. it also scratched a particular itch i have for running away, and the tense feeling surrounding the lead up to you running away.

SIDE NOTE I have noticed some weirdness around 2012's female characters, but i think I have another ask that goes into that so I'll save it for there.

ANYWAY thats a long ass way for me to say "oooh i didnt realize that, i see things X way but it's clear to me now that a lot of people see it Y way. that's fair, anyway let me rant about other fanfics i read" haha

[nelllover]

This is all so true! Logan constantly gaslights Rory, makes her doubt herself, talks her out of her feelings and ends up making her feel unsure of herself, he literally toys with her and plays mind games with her at first and ghosts her leaving her wondering what she has done wrong. He makes her feel so bad about herself while at the same time not being able to leave him even when he does. Exactly like Dean is shitty but Logan is so so shitty and people overlook his red flags so often and pretend he's perfect. Like yeah they had a few cute moments and where he wasn't a total ass but the overall time of there relationship he was horrible to her and he did cause her to start changing herself for him to the point where she started to feel lost! He cheats on her then gaslights her and invalidates her feelings for it! Like some people may or may not view it as cheating but the fact of the matter is Rory felt cheated and he completely invalidated her! He blame shifts all the time. The conversation where he starts yelling at her in the pub about "I didn't tell her to quit Yale you did that" like she wasn't even talking about him but he made it all about himself flipped it around to make it like "don't you dare blame me" she wasn't even blaming him. I could go on and on about all the reasons Logan makes me so mad! It's so cathartic that you feel the same! Sorry about my long rant I saw your tags and yeah it's all so true!

First of all, never apologize for ranting it's my favorite thing and second I agree 100% with you!!

The scene with Rory crying on the bathroom floor will always make me sad and the fact that I've seen so many of the Rogan shippers talk about that scene like it's proof that he's the bf that Rory loved the most (no I'm not kidding they really count that scene as a win) when personally I think it's the start of the toxic cycle that is their relationship.

The cycle is: They get together something happens they fight instead of dealing with it Logan ghosts her and then he shows up out of nowhere and expects everything to go back to normal (and sadly most of the time Rory lets it slide :( )

My biggest problem with Dean is that he gives me the vibe that at any second he could get physically abusive but at least in canon he doesn't do anything as bad as Logan (altho he definitely manipulated the hell out of Rory and Lindsey in the S4 arc) and like I get why he's the most hated but at the same time, I really think that title should go to Logan (Dean's biggest crime in canon is having absolutely no personality).

Honestly to me, any cute Rogan moment gets overshadowed by the fact that Logan treats Rory like a rug 99% of the time (also most of those moments are so cringy like the 'workdork' thing were the S7 writers trying so badly to make them have a 'booktease' scene I'm sure of it)

On the Rory changing thing I agree 100%. Rory in S5 was trying to play a role she was trying so badly to be what she thought Logan wanted that she lost herself (which I think contributed to the breakdown that she had in S6) and Logan didn't even realize because let's be honest he doesn't know her! The man didn't even know her birthday!!

And yes people need to understand that if to Rory it felt like cheating then it was cheating (granted I don't think there is any way to not make it sound like cheating but don't ask them to make sense) and his weird Ross Geller like speech doesn't change that!!!

The scene in the pub is so funny to me in the sense that she didn't say shit about him she was talking about herself but he got so butthurt! like damn you called yourself out! she didn't have to say anything!

The thing is that yes, Rory is an adult and she made a choice but that does not change the fact that Logan was more than happy about it he didn't try to talk to her about it. I'm not saying that he should have dragged her back to Yale but he didn't try and as her boyfriend, he needs to be real with her and call her out when she's doing something stupid! (and guess who actually does that)

See no reason to apologize about the length of your rant I did worst!!

[imminent-danger-came]

i loved ur lmk fandomification rant, now i'm curious- who's your favorite (non-monkey!) lmk character (and any insights you want to share with the class? :eyes:)

Mei, Lady Bone Demon, and probably Azure!

But I could go on a long rant about any character in the show tbh, they're all my favorite character with the 3 I listed and MK being my "favorite favorites" (except maybe Jin and Yin, sorry guys. I do like their place as a sense of normalcy for MK, acting as the "monster of the week" antagonists in 4x01).

Little miss "I would watch my sword break 1000 times so long as I used it to protect the ones I care about" is my girly. Watched her best friend die in the A Hero is Born (AHIB) special and held onto that as a grudge all the way until 3x10. She just wants to see everyone make it out alive, but I doubt she's ready to pay the price required for that. No one in this show is. Mei watched Peng run away in 4x14 and wanted to kill that bird with her bear hands. She took everything Subodhi said to her in 4x09 so personally, like Subodhi probably knew she would, which allowed her to build off of MK's plan so they had a chance at succeeding. She's at her god damn limit. Her episodes (1x03, 3x02, & 4x05) are some of my favorites. She drives a motor cycle, she wears lipstick, she's a gamer, she wields a kick-ass sword, she's a dragon. In 3x12 she's willing to sacrifice Wukong for the sake of the world and more specifically MK. "Don't you realize you're hurting the people who care about you the most?" She's "fakin' it until she's makin' it". Literally what more could you ask for in a character.

Then you have LBD, who fights for a perfect world supposedly for mortal souls yet discards people the moment they no longer have a use to her. Ultimately I think she uses destiny as a crutch, as her way to cope with all of the suffering in the world. "I won't let you take my Destiny from me". You wonder how much it was about perfection and how much it was about her ability to change anything in the world she watched play the same tragedy over and over again. For the first 3 seasons she seems to be acting on destiny itself, she's the narrative our protagonists are running from. Then Embrace Your Destiny comes around, and you realize she was just as doomed by the narrative as anyone else. Doomed to a world of pain, unable to fix anything. The "to pain" scene is one of my favorite scenes, just in general. "Do you really still think the universe wants anything, from any of us?" "Don't you?" LBD and MK's foil is so fucking good. A delightful antagonist who they justify but don't victimize. Killed Spider Queen on screen. What more can I say.

Now Azure. Sweet Sweet Azure. The tragedy of Unckie Lion. Sincerely wanted to make the world a better place and was willing to sacrifice anything for it, just like LBD. I think about his scene with the Jade Emperor at least once a week. "How is it you come to stand before me today Azure, was there a point where you questioned it, or where you too oblivious in your own delusion to realize you were a mere piece in somebody else's game." Fucking insane. His abandonment issues are off the charts. He was gay for Wukong. He thought he could fix the world, and instead barely left it unbroken. He died with the power he couldn't use to change anything. He let himself become a pawn (continuing LMK's habit of manipulating royalty) thinking he could somehow avoid his fate. But the only way to win was to stop playing, and at every opportunity he had to stop he kept pushing. Moving forward. Just like LBD he was coping with the suffering of the world in his own way. It didn't work. Does it ever? Maybe MK will figure it out, maybe he'll leave the world better than he found it, but it's looking bleak. The 3 way foil between LBD, MK, and Azure haunts me.

And then maybe you realize every character in this show is just trying to cope with the world in their own way, and you stare at a wall for 3 hours about it.

Overall I think this image encapsulates it best:

[lunarbun87]

Ofmd season 2 Finale rant (BIG Spoilers and big feelings)

I don't think I'd go so far to damn the writing of the show or even be mad at the writers. I understand there were some budget cuts and it's understandable that things didn't feel right/felt rushed because of that. But emotionally, to me (who is a mentality ill softy), Izzy's death hit so so so bad. I identified so closely with this character and the direction they were going with him seemed to invite viewers to get attached (which may have been the point but that's kinda cheap). As this season went on, I was thrilled to see that stupid asshole be happy! The idea that even if you're a nightmare, even if you've been a bad friend or partner, you can change, you may not 'deserve' love and care but there will still be those who will love and care for you, and it's your responsibility to rise to the occasion and be a better man for them, for your family, for your community, for your crew, that everyone can find self-love and acceptance for being their true self. I was so invested in this narrative that the final episode hit me out of nowhere hard. Izzy dies, telling his closest friend to let him die, that Ed doesn't need him, he's sorry for all he did, etc. I get that this is good for Ed's character development but in that moment, it hit like a suicide note to me, like dead ass things I've thought or said during a really suicidal moment (and it especially hits that way because of everything he's lived through, and all the near death experiences everyone has survived, it's like he chose to die). And everyone is just staring at him, no reactions, Ed is upset but honestly kinda calm for someone losing his very long term friend. Like I understand they had a really challenging and toxic relationship, but like that's a man who was devoted to you for a long time, a man whose taking the full responsibility for his part in things and has been growing, a man who you literally disabled but is still apologizing to you on his deathbed!!! Just the underwhelming reaction from every character hit so fucking bad, like a real 'no one will mourn you' or 'so anyway' moment. And then everyone is happy, there's a wedding, Ed and Stede get their Inn, celebration all around. The juxtaposition of these two scenes almost feels like we're celebrating Izzy's death, which felt super icky as someone who thought he was really bonding with the crew, it felt like he was still unloved, uncared for, still an outcast. I mean maybe I'm just a crazy little Izzy stan but I was really thinking they were gonna maybe give him a love interest or maybe when he sees that Ed is no longer Blackbeard, he realizes he needs to find himself, that he should live his life in devotion to himself instead of a capitan. Idk, I just felt there were so many ways you could take his character, but now I just feel so very bleak and pessimistic about it all. Like (and I know this is my silly haha bpd hell brain speaking) seeing no one deeply mourn for a character you see yourself in and everyone just move on really triggered me, like more than I expected, it felt like I was seeing validation for all my worst thoughts. I know this wasn't the writers intention, I don't blame them for this interpretation, but it just sat so poorly. Cause if this is how they're going to do him, if everyone is just gonna shrug and move on, then maybe Izzy's mistrust and defenses were valid, Izzy thought no one cared about him and it felt like (in death) that was true. It throws into question all the healing, if he still dies focused on Ed, and convinced no one needs him. Thank you for listening to my emotional take 🤙 Again no hate to the creators or people who loved the finale, this is just how it hit me.

[maigo-san]

hi zig!! can i ask ❤️💭 and 💣 for the ask game? (((o(*°▽°*)o)))

hi leafie!!! Sorry for the late reply, I just got on my tumblr tonight since my touch screen is a bit of a mess lol

I've answered ❤️ and 💣 here, so I'm gonna repost the answers here, answer 💭 and one that I haven't answered which is ☀️!

❤️ - what are your favorite kind of RenTan stories? (Canon, Rengoku lives, modern… etc)

definitely, Rengoku Lives stories since it's just the default. It's so fun to fiddle with it. Maybe it's because of the time period or the fact that it's directly from gtg's ideas, it just hits harder. But I've been really liking stories where one or both of them are mystical beings, whether it's the konpon au, dragon tan, fox scholar kyou~ I can't choose, they're all so gooood

💣 - share your most controversial RenTan take. Set your thoughts ablaze!!

BHAHAHA WHYYYYY

Kyoujurou has a fat ass!

jk.

I honestly don't know~ maybe one of the reasons I'm die-hard for rntn out of all of my ships is because I tolerate most headcanon lmfao even the darkest or dead dovey... idk. I wrote and made some questionable stuff myself so usually, if there's an au or trope I can't get behind, it's just how the author/artist executes it and if I have the energy, I'll try it with my own version. I get to make something I like and rntn gets more content

Like for example, I think Kyoujurou is not as experienced as Tanjirou just because he's older. There's barely anything he accomplished romantically or sexually around those five years gap. He's as young and awkward as Tan. But I can see why people would think that. He's adored by so many people. But so was Tanjirou and I feel, if Tanjirou becomes a charcoal burner for a bit longer, it could be the other way around since Kyoujurou is a bit intimidating.

Hey, maybe he learned everything just from three volumes of shunga and erotic novels!

💭 - In a world where the train ride lasted longer, what do Rengoku and Tanjiro dream of?

this is a very interesting question tbh. To make the train longer, that means Nezuko had to get out of her box way later so she didn't knock Tanjirou's forehead and cried when it bled. As for Kyoujurou, his dream did last the longest out of all of them and I know it was for the kamabokos' screen time, but I still love to speculate on what takes him so long to wake up.

I like the idea of Tanjirou noticing the uncanniness of the dream. Maybe Nezuko finally came down from picking veggies and he asked things like, "where are your nozzles?" or wondered why Nezuko's eyes looked weird (since he got used to her demon eyes). I imagine he had to live till the next day and had to go down to sell charcoal and heard whispers of villagers about a missing person and started sniffing the air for a trace of something he didn't know but he had a bad feeling about. I wanted to see him realize that he had been living with demons all his life and that slow and damning realization is enough to wake him up.

But as for Kyoujurou, I like to think that he succumbs further and deeper into his dream instead. And I feel he'll just dream about waiting.

Like somehow time stretches and no crow called him for a mission until the sky turns dark and he had to eat dinner with his family which is just filled with silence and awkwardness with Kyoujurou occasionally trying to strike up a conversation with Senjurou about school or something. His father don't usually eat with them but maybe in that particular day, Shinjurou got out of his room to join them and when Kyoujurou tried to strike up a conversation, which sadly only revolves around demon slaying, it pissed Shinjurou off and he went on ranting about Kyoujurou taking this too seriously or wondering why Kyoujurou didn't have anything else to talk about.

Someone told me Kyoujurou is the only one who has a shitty dream lol and I get it but it's more like it purposely mimics his real life not only because Enmnu won't blow his cover but aEnmu's blood demon art probably also deems it the life he "wanted". Like, to Kyoujurou it's impossible to accept a different reality. It'll be too uncanny for him and he'll wake up sooner.

But then, I'm gonna twist canon a bit, during the last scene of Mugen Train he said he remembered to tell Tanjirou to visit his family home. So as the dream continues, he started to daydream. How he wished he had a tsuguko. He wished in his bleak world, he met someone new that could maybe give a bit of color. He's grateful for his family but he said so himself, he's constantly worried about Senjurou and that he had it worse than Kyou, he really felt the family fell apart after Ruka died, and he never smiled whenever talking to Shinjurou.

Somehow he saw flashes of checkered haori like when Tan saw flashes of Nezuko's box. After dinner, he chased after that mysterious back around the very quiet and maze-like neighborhood and he still didn't see it coming. Like he still didn't realize he was under BDA attack. Cuz I think, in Enmu's logic, Tanjirou could be the "dream that he wanted". Like, maybe at first it seemed he wanted life to be the way it is, but apparently, he also has his own desire which is to meet someone new.

He might not remember Tanjirou's name or face but he had this strong feeling when he saw dream-Tanjirou and it pushes him further and further away from reality.

Maybe by the time he catches Tanjirou's shadow, the whole world crumbles because the girl finally pierced his spiritual core OR when he catches Tanjirou's shadow, he could hear Tanjirou's voice around him but not from dream Tanjirou, but from real Tanjirou who was trying to wake him up, screaming his name.

☀️ - How did you watch Mugen train for the first time? (In theaters, at home…)

Watched it at home on some illegal streaming site (I haven't installed netflix at that time yet), I don't remember much but I think I watched Mugen Train first before finishing season 1 LMAO like I literally didn't know Tanjirou that well but I respect him for the down-badness.

Anyway, that's all! Thank you for the ask, leafie!!

[residentdormouse]

Quite a few Qualms about my 'Q' Words

I was getting queasy thinking of what qualifying quips I could conjure to quell this quandary, because quitting this quest would be questionable. Quartering the most quotable q’ words, I hopefully quashed this quarrel and quenched the internal quakes so I can continue on with my queue.

My Words: Question Quite Quit Queer Quiz

Your Words: Relax, Regret, Random, Ramble, Realize

(Ramble may be a stretch - if nothing Rant can also replace - and Ready was on standby)

One questionable letter down. @mrsmungus , can we both agree 'x' just ain't happening? 'Z', you're on notice too, buddy...

As always - if you think you may have fun with this, please don't hesitate to jump in for a round or two. OPEN TAG. No obligations. We're just clowning about 😂

Question

"Hey, there's a lot of things we don't know and can't explain right now."

"Exactly! I just… who am I? Aren't you worried I could have been a shit person before this... I know, choices and all now, but that fight… what I knew..."

"Well, I don't know about you, but it seems pretty clear to me that a 'shit person' wouldn't let it weigh on them like this. There are plenty of reasons for you to know--"

"How to kill people?" Her eyes remained downcast, unable to bring herself to look up, but once again, Glen soothed her.

"How to protect people. You made a decision. Did what you needed to, to save lives. Now who's to say that wasn't the right call." He paused briefly, changing course in the debate, "So, you think Stu is a bad person?"

"What? No!" Standing to face him, she slowly realized the meaning of the question while her shoulders went slack, "of course not." He used trickery; it was effective. "Glen…"

"Just giving another perspective." He stood up as well, walking in front of her "Look, Hayden, I think I've been around long enough to become a pretty good judge of character. I don't pretend to know much about all this other… stuff… but I do know people." She found she couldn’t help but reciprocate his smile, even if it didn't fully match his conviction. "I'm not worried about you."

Quite

All things considered, Hayden chalked the night up as a success. She touched base with Larry. A meeting was set up with Stan, once he had a chance to hit up the library regarding her specific request that is. Hell, she even got to a better place with Harold. Recounting the accomplishments brought on an effervescent mood, and with it, a new burst of energy.

Energy and a pretty decent buzz. Prior assessments were retracted: she could do large crowds and parties with the proper liquid courage. Plus, dancing was fun; she liked that a lot too.

Finishing her drink, she began to head to the front of the pavilion where she spotted Glen standing next to Stu and Fran. Taking advantage of the fact that her presence went unnoticed, she snuck up behind them and snatched Glen's pen from his hand. Flashing a cheeky smile, she took a few puffs of the vape while Stu gave a hearty laugh at her antics. Glen made a half-assed attempt to swipe it back, but it was easily avoided. Despite his attempt to seem angered, amusement was evident in his features and she continued to sway in beat next to him, waving the accessory about with an occasional puff. Finally breaking the act, he let out a laugh, and outstretched his hand towards her. She accepted with a spin outward. A puff on the next beat. Spin back in. The last move however, ended with her being held against him. Playfully, she fought back, but truth told, she was quite happy where she found herself.

"You and your damn trickery..." With a sly smile in response, he took his vape back and released her from the embrace. "Eh, I guess you earned it."

Quit

I thought I had this, I really did. But all of them, ALL OF THEM, were just the damn thing finding 'quite' and thinking I just didn’t finish the word. My characters apparently don’t quit. Good on you guys. Keep on fighting that fight.

Queer

Again nothing. I am bisexual, and unless otherwise stated, even when they’re in a m/f pairing, every damn character I write I think of as being this orientation as well. And still, with this logic, I do not use the word ‘queer’?! Shame. Shame on writer for 1,000 years.

Quiz

(I have no instance of just ‘quiz’ I do however have ‘quizzically. Please accept the substitute and my apologies.)

“I don’t think we should bring this up around Stu and Hayden.”

Quizzically, Fran looked at him. “What do you mean?”

Glen simply shook his head. This scenario was always in the back of his mind, but now having it realized... “I don’t think they were meant to make it out of here.”

Fran and Harold both spit out their comments at once:

“You think they were going to kill them?”

“You think they killed these people?”

The differences in their initial reaction couldn’t have been more clear to Glen, or more appropriate to their character from what he had pieced together, but he continued reporting his observations nonetheless. “Well, I’m no expert, but, seems pretty clear from what I can gather... lots of blood down by one of the open containment rooms,” he pointed at the larger body, "he got shot there, made his way up the hall, and somebody ended it here. I sincerely hope it was this one," he pointed to the other corpse, "but..."

"But where's the gun?"

Harold venomously finished his train of thought with no problem. At least Glen could see Fran shared his sadness at the revelation.

[ramblingmoon]

@masked-and-doomed

I'm taking this as promision to go on a long winded rant about these games.

KOTOR is the best form of Star Wars media out there. Objectively this is not an opinion it is a cold stone fact. Letting the character choose between the Light Side with a smexy ass character or Dark Side with a smexy ass character but with Halloween makeup on.

KOTOR 1 is more straightforward with the story with clear, a plot twist that doesn't take 5 years to understand, and a lesbian lover cat girl!

No, I shit you not. For a game that came out in 2003 it was pretty ballzy to have something ✨gay✨

Like I need you to imagine you are me. You're like 12 or 13 at the time. You have spent months trying to beat this game cuz you a noob. You want to romance the hot republic soldier that lost his wife in his arms. You think you are straight. You are at the end of the game at a fucking beach world and this

Tells you she loves you and you ain't even that mad but very confused.

MC: as a friend?

Cat Girl: 🍑

Like damn, I didn't know about gay people at that time as I was a homeschooled Catholic. A girl and another girl... Wut?!? Amazing, iconic, did make me question myself and realize the power of the pussy.

But this wasn't a rant about kitty cat girl but the KOTOR 2.

So KOTOR 1 was a massive success so much so that they rushed the sequel out in less than a year which was widely considered not a bop. Personally I love the second one way more as it improves the fighting, raised the level cap from 20 to 50, and delt with more abstract storytelling. Also way less running backwards and forwards through empty voids of nothingness. This is why Jedi speed is the most important spell in forever I don't care what that one modder said you can pry it from my cold dead hands but a Sith never died so suck my

Beep

Yes these games you can be idioticly good or cartoonly evil. In the first game you have to be careful to pick to what side you want doing every damn side quests so you can get max points. But in 2 you can call the Jedi council a bunch of dumb fucks that wouldn't know their heads from some shit on the floor even if it bit them on the appendix and still get a shower of light goodness.

Light Side, Dark Side is for noobs the only true way to play is Gray Side because YOU GEat THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS! Heal your party in one hand and and lighting your enemies in the other. Suck my dick monsters there is a new daddy sheriff in town.

There is a lot of choices you can make. Like one you can host a reunion party with all your old besties or murder them for being fake friends.

Also Disciple and Atton whom are the two biggest simps for the woman exile that I have ever sign. You could literally set on this horny dogs and they would thank you which is why Bao-dur would have been a romantic option.

There is so much missing shit from this games. Like image Fear and Hunger 2 but now imagine it without the orphanage that's about the same level we are talking about here.

There is some bad shit in those games that even my inch thick nostalgic glasses can't cover up.

One of these characters is 14 years old.

There is the child model or hour glass model that would make the winks club cry with them curves.

The best this about these games is that it makes you question what is really good and your actions have consequences. And it was definitely very influential on me.

I'd love see these games remade with better graphics, complete content, and more time with companies and interactions between them.

Also heard the lady that made the new Star wars TV wanted to make the games into a show and considering she had the balls to talk about Jedi police brutality she has my vote of confidence. Although I do refuse to watch her show because I refuse to give Disney anymore money. It's fucking weird how they want to own my whole childhood.

Also dilfs

Now you know everything about KOTOR, you're welcome

Look y'all I need to warn you.

I'm replaying KOTOR 2 and my life has become this game.

Just fyi you will be seeing a lot more post about this old ass game

[mimisempai]

I want to see all of you

Summary

Hob suffers from migraine and Dream will discover that his lover can sometimes be the grumpier of the two.

Notes

Prompt #13- “Look, I know you’re a hardass, but can you play with my hair? It would really help.” 

For a lovely anon

On AO3

Rating G - 945 words

Hob leaned against his front door, eyes closed for a long moment, enjoying the silence and darkness of his empty apartment with relief. The slightly annoying headache of the morning had long since turned into a throbbing migraine as the hours of class passed and the last hour had been torture. But Hob was too scrupulous and had held out until the end. However, now that he was in the cocoon of his apartment, all he wanted to do was surrender.

Dream was supposed to have dinner with him, but, even if he adored his lover, Hob only wished to go and bury himself under the comforter, not to move and not to see a ray of light.

He staggered to the room, using the walls and the pieces of furniture on his way to move. Arriving near the bed, he undressed, and, not bothering to fold his clothes, he let them fall on the floor without concern.

He raised the comforter, let himself fall on the bed and covered himself before burying his face in the pillow.

He began to breathe slowly and steadily to try to stem the pain.

He must have dozed off at some point, because he woke up to the sensation of someone in the room. He turned and, opening his eyes, he gasped, causing another wave of pain.

Dream was standing next to the bed and looking at him with a concerned expression.

Hob snarled at him, "Damn it Dream, don't sneak up on me like that, are you trying to scare me to death or something?"

Dream smiled slightly, "Technically, you can't die."

"Haha... very funny."

Hob massaged his temples, his headache flaring up again.

He grumbled, "If you have nothing else to do, you can leave. I can't cook tonight."

Dream knelt down and replied, "My, Hob, I do believe this is the first time I've seen you grumpy. I'm usually the grumpy one."

Hob, not at all in a state to appreciate the joke, replied, "Yeah and a smart ass, and a dumbass and a hardass and a whole lot of other stuff. But if you can't be nice, then get out."

What pissed him off even more was that Dream didn't let go of his calm demeanor as he softly replied, "Hob, I'm here to help you."

Hob didn't have the strength to rant anymore.

He sighed in exasperation and, throwing away his pride, "Look, I know I just say you're a hardass, but can you play with my hair? It would really help." 

Dream couldn't hold back a small chuckle and replied in a gentle tone, "Although I'm everything you said, it's my pleasure to do that."

Dream climbed on the bed and, sitting against the headboard, he drew Hob to him to rest his head on his lap. Then he bent down and pressed the softest of kisses on Hob's temple. 

He buried his fingers in the hair of his lover and began to play with it, sliding the half-long locks between his fingers, brushing in soft caresses the scalp of Hob. Then by slightly increasing the pressure, he transformed these gestures into a soothing massage.

Hob could not hold back a light groan of relief and Dream continued without getting tired, happy to lavish comfort on his beloved.

After long minutes, Hob felt the pressure around his head slowly release and, coming out of the state in which the pain had put him, he realized the way he had reacted.

He had insulted his lover who had done nothing and only wanted to help him. Ashamed, he raised a hand and, placing it over Dream's in his hair, he said in a sheepish voice, "I'm so sorry, love."

Dream leaned over and asked him, looking puzzled, "Sorry for what?"

Hob bit his lip and replied, "For insulting you like that. You didn't deserve it and I didn't mean it. I-"

Dream put a finger over his mouth, "Shhh, I know perfectly well that pain can make you say and do anything, be it physical or mental. Don't worry I don't hold it against you."

"Thank you... for that and for the massage." breathed Hob.

Dream continued with a slight smile on his lips, "And then it's refreshing to see you act like a child with me. You're always nice, never one word louder than the other, you never throw a tantrum. But do you know that I wouldn't blame you if you did? I would be in no position to blame you. Show me everything, Hob. I'll take it all. Do you think you can do it?"

Hob nodded and replied, "I think I can. I think I can do it even right now."

He bit his lip, hesitant. Then Dream, with his thumb gently stroked the battered lip and coaxed Hob, "Go ahead. Anything."

Hob breathed, "Will you just hold me, until the pain passes?"

Dream kissed him gently and replied, "See...that wasn't so hard." Then he lay down at Hob's side, wrapping his arms and legs around Hob and cradling his head in the crook of his neck.

He asked softly, "Is that okay?"

Hob nodded against him and Dream felt him smile against his skin as he murmured, "Not bad for a hardass."

Dream chuckled softly, thinking that if Hob was in a state to joke that meant he was already a little better. But mostly he was happy to see him drop another barrier. That Hob had enough confidence in him to show him his weaknesses.

For that he would not hesitate to hold the one he loved in his arms until the end of the world.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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Hi! Can I request an angst imagine where Brad thinks reader is a gold digger but realize too late he was wrong and then asks for forgiveness, with a fluff ending pls🥺

Thank you!

Expensive stuff | Brad Simpson

Word count: +/- 4.1k

Date: 16/09/2022

Proofread: yes (mistakes can still be there)

Warnings: angst, violence/fighting, swearing/cursing

Tags: Brad Simpson, The Vamps, imagine, xreader, one shot, fanfiction, angst, request, fluff ending

A/N: Here you go love! I've made this one kinda long so I hope you enjoy :)

I guess it's clear that I love writing angst ;)

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You and Brad have been together for over a year now. Everything in your relationship has been going like a dream. Both of you are utterly happy. You and Brad never felt love so strong like this. Though it's Brad that started doubting your relationship a few weeks ago. There is something in your behavior that changed what caused his doubt.

It started when you asked if he could pay for a very expensive necklace but he never saw you wearing it. A few days later you asked Brad to pay for an expensive dress for a certain party. The next thing he noticed is that you became less affectionate. You rejected Brad more and more when he wanted to have sex with you. It's making him insecure as it seems to him you don't care about him anymore. It seems like you only care about his money and nothing else. He is afraid that you're using him.

You're sitting in your bed with your laptop on your lap. You're looking for a new phone as yours just broke down. You sigh when you see the prices. There is just no phone that meets all your requirements that is affordable. You need one that is suitable for use in your free time and work.

"Hi baby", Brad says when he walks into the bedroom.

You hear him but because you're so busy you don't think about answering him.

"Y/n?", Brad says harder.

You look up from your laptop.

"I'm so sorry baby, I heard you but I was just busy", you answer him.

"With?"

"Looking for a new phone, but there is none that fits in my budget"

"Why do you need a new phone?"

"Because mine broke down earlier today, I already had that one for four years"

"So now you want me to pay for it?", Brad sighs.

"What? No, I could never ask you to buy something this expensive for me. I know I need a phone with some more expensive features for work, I can't ask you to pay for it"

"You sure? Cuz you already let me pay for that necklace you btw never wear and that dress which you only wore for that party", Brad says in an annoyed tone.

"What? That necklace was not for me, it was a birthday present for one of my friends. I agreed with our friends that I was going to buy it but I didn't have the money and yeah I needed that dress for the same birthday party"

"Excuses"

"You think I'm lying?", you can't believe what he says.

"Of course you are. I know your type. The first months everything goes well and then you only care about the money. You don't care about me anymore. You always say you'll pay me back but I never saw that money again. You only want me to buy expensive things for you. I bet that your phone isn't even broken", Brad rants in anger.

"What the fuck?! Is that what you think about me? That I'm a liar and a gold digger? That I only care about expensive things?"

"Don't say it's not true, you've been ignoring me for weeks. You're not even affectionate anymore. You don't even want to have sex anymore"

"Wait, because I don't want to have sex I suddenly only care about your stupid money? Wow, I never knew you would be so short-sighted"

"Short-sighted? Please, this has been going on for weeks"

"The reason I didn't want to have sex is that I'm stressed. I've been stressed for weeks about work and all my money problems. The reason I asked you to pay for these stupid things is because I didn't have the money. And yeah I feel embarrassed about it and yeah I don't want that my friends know that. You god damn know how I work my ass off. I'm sorry I'm not famous or some superstar who earns the big money.", tears are streaming down your cheeks now., "And btw I paid you the money back yesterday but you couldn't care less to check that first before accusing me"

"As if", Brad just simply answers.

"You know what? I don't need your stupid money or you anymore. We're done!", you turn around and leave the bedroom.

In a rush, you take the most important things you need and you storm out of the apartment. The door slams shut behind you and you storm to the elevator. You aggressively hit the buttons in an attempt to let the doors open more quicker.

When the doors finally open you don't even wait to step in until other people had the chance to get out. Everyone in the elevator gives you an annoyed look while you push the button to go to the ground floor. You don't care to look up to them. All you do is stare at the floor as tears are brimming in your eyes.

You make your way to the underground parking lot of the apartment. Luckily your car isn't parked far from the entrance. You take your keys out of your bag and you open your car. The lights of your car light up and you walk straight to it.

When you're in your car you don't hesitate a moment to start it and leave the parking lot. Outside the rain is pouring down and you can barely see anything on the streets. The rage you feel inside is making you drive faster than you're probably allowed to. Flashes of the fight you just had with Brad are rushing through your head. You turn the music louder to try to block these thoughts out.

After a 20-minute drive, you park your car before the house of one of your friends. You hope she will let you stay maybe for a few days until you've figured out a solution. You knock on her door and after a few seconds, she opens the door.

"Y/N? What happened?", she asks worried.

You're standing there with tears all over your face, your eyes red and your mascara running all over your cheeks.

"Brad and I broke up", you bring out in between sobs.

"Oh dear, come here", she pulls you in a hug.

Your friend lets you in and lets you sit on the couch. She sits down next to you, laying her arm around you.

"Do you want to tell me what exactly happened?", she asks carefully.

"Brad and I had a fight".

You tell her the whole story. Why he got mad and what he thinks of you. It hurts to go over these past events but it's also a relief that you can tell it to someone.

"I'm sorry to say it but Brad acted like a dick. You two are together for so long and now he pulls this? He has to know by now you're not like that", your friend says to you.

"Thanks, Lucy, for letting me stay"

"Always sweetheart, do you want to take a bath to relax?"

"Maybe that's not such a bad idea"

***

Brad stands paralyzed in the bedroom while he hears the door slam shut. He still has to process what just happened. He never thought you would react like that. He thought you would be angry but not that you would break up with him.

Brad walks to the kitchen where he sees your phone laying on the countertop. He tries to turn it on but it doesn't work. The screen stays pitch black, not even the name of the brand lights up.

"Damn it!", he curses to himself.

You didn't lie about the phone but that doesn't mean you didn't lie about the other things. Brad continues doing what he normally does, hoping you will return later that night. But little did he know you wouldn't return for a longer time...

***

After you get out of the bath you put on a pajama Lucy brought you. You look at yourself in the mirror and hate how you look. Your eyes are red and puffy, you look like a mess.

Lucy has made you some hot chocolate milk and some cookies when you come downstairs. She is sitting on the couch with a blanket around her.

"I thought that might cheer you up a little bit", she smiles.

You smile back and sit down. You pick up the mug with hot chocolate milk and take a sip. The temperature is just right to drink. You take one of the cookies and take a bite. It's only now you notice how hungry you are. It's already quite late in the evening and you didn't have dinner.

"Are you a little bit okay?", Lucy asks.

"To be honest not really, I mean you don't break up with your boyfriend every day"

"Oh, baby. I know Brad messed up big time but you're already together for over a year"

"I know, but if he can't trust me, if he really thinks I'm after his money, I can't be together with him"

Lucy nods understandably. Her phone beeps and immediately she takes it from the couch.

"Is that Con?", you ask panicked.

"Yeah, he wanted to come over but..."

"You haven't told him about me and Brad right??", you don't let her finish her sentence.

"No, I said I'm having a girls night. But to be honest I think sooner or later he will know it from Brad"

"I know, he is just going to tell everyone that I'm a gold digger"

"Hey", Lucy lays her hand on yours, "don't think like that. Maybe Brad will see how wrong he was"

"Too late, he hurt me, a lot"

*** 2 weeks later ***

You haven't seen Brad for a few weeks now. It wasn't easy as you stayed thinking about him. You thought he would look for you but he didn't. He didn't even care to call or send a text. You thought he would've figured out that you weren't after his money.

You're still living with Lucy. Connor knows what happened from Brad. He told all the band members when they were at the studio. Connor didn't know what to think when he saw you at Lucy's place after the meeting. You told your version and Connor immediately showed you his support. He said that Brad made the greatest mistake in his life and so do his other friends. Brad is just too stubborn to actually admit he is wrong.

***

It also wasn't an easy few weeks for Brad. In the first place, he was angry. Angry about what you did to him, that you didn't return to him. But he started to doubt his actions later. He is scared that he is wrong and that he messed up everything. Deep down he is scared to lose you after everything.

To drink his sorrow away Brad goes to the nearest bar in town. He hangs his jacket up on the coat rack and walks over to the bar. It's very crowded, the space is not so big but it's filled. People are celebrating the end of the work week as it's Friday. They are laughing and having fun. Only Brad is the one who doesn't look happy.

"What can I offer you handsome?", the bartender smiles.

"A gin tonic please, with a lot of gin", Brad answers simply.

"What brought you in such a bad mood?", the girl asks.

"Don't want to talk about it"

"So that means it's the girlfriend who did something, isn't it"

"I said I don't want to talk about it"

The bartender stays silent now and just serves Brad his drink. He takes a big gulp before putting the glass down again. The big amount of alcohol is burning in his throat, though it doesn't make him feel better.

"Can you pay for your drink?", the bartender asks.

Brad nods and takes his wallet out of his back pocket. He takes his card out of it and pays for the drink. Then he gets his phone and opens his bank app to see if the money is transferred. When he sees the interactions he can see that you paid him 200 pounds.

"This is the last money I had to pay you", you've added as the caption.

He scrolls through the history and sees you've given everything back he paid for you. She gave you the first amount three weeks ago.

"Fuck"

Brad puts his phone away. In the corner of his eye, he sees a man entering the bar. He is drawing his attention and then he sees it's y/n's boss. He walks straight over to the bar.

"Aren't you y/n's boss?", Brad asks bluntly before taking another sip from his drink.

"Ehm yeah, well I was, I fired her"

"What? When? Why?"

"You're asking a lot of questions buddy"

"So, answer them"

"I fired her a month ago because I felt like it. She was annoying me and I would never get her into my bed. She wasn't fun. I didn't say it to her, I fired her because of "savings within the company" you know"

"Fucking dick"

"And who are you now? Her brother?"

"Her boyfriend"

Brad is boiling from anger and punches the man in his face. Everyone at the bar is looking at what is happening. Before Brad can act the man punches him back right on the cheek.

"Fucking hell, who do you think you are!", the man says angrily.

Both of them get up and they end up in a fight. Some people are even enjoying the scene. Brad has to endure a few punches and scratches. The man that used to be y/n boss is stronger than Brad. Someone pushes both of them off each other. Brad falls to the ground and the man is looking at him with a big grin on his face.

Brad stands up and takes his jacket. He leaves the bar and gets into his car. He leaves the parking as fast as he can. The tires are squeaking. His cheek is burning and he is tasting blood which means his lip is bleeding.

When he is far enough from the bar Brad pulls over. He looks at himself in the mirror. His cheek is red, and his nose and lip are bleeding. The blood is dripping on his shirt. He has scratches on his neck.

Brad needs to see you. He was so wrong and he feels so bad for it. He hits the steering wheel with his hands out of frustration. There is only one place you could be and that's at Lucy's place.

***

"Do you think it's a good idea to also invite James, Kirstie, Tristan, and Sarah?", you ask Lucy.

"Y/n honey, it's your birthday, it's not because you broke up with Brad that you can't invite your friends"

"They are Brad's friends too"

"Yeah so, then he shouldn't have acted like a dick"

You smile at her while putting down some snacks on the countertop. Lucy has put some drinks in the kitchen. There is some beer, wine, and some stronger alcohol like whiskey, vodka, and gin to make cocktails with.

It was mostly Lucy's idea to throw this party. You didn't feel like throwing a party after everything that happened with Brad. A lot of your friends are coming and you're grateful for that. But Brad's friends are also coming and it feels so wrong not having him too. They became your friends too but it feels strange. A few weeks ago you thought you would celebrate your birthday with Brad but now he is not even coming to your party.

"Hellooo y/n, you still here?", Lucy waves a hand before your eyes.

You didn't even notice she said something to you. You were so lost in your thoughts. You only notice now that you have a bottle of gin in your hands and you're staring at it. Brad's favorite drink.

"Forget about him y/n, tonight is all about fun", she rubs your arm in a reassuring gesture.

The guests start arriving around 8 pm. Lucy lets them in and offers them a drink. Everyone has brought you a little gift. You're so happy to see everyone. For the first time in weeks, you can forget about Brad and actually have fun with the people you love the most.

"So how is the birthday queen enjoying her party?", Connor lays an arm around your shoulders.

"It's amazing, you and Lucy organized this so well. Thank you for everything", you hug Connor.

You hear the doorbell ring but you don't pay attention to it as you already see Lucy walking towards it. Maybe some guests are late.

***

When Brad rides into the street of Lucy's apartment he sees a lot of cars parked on the side of the street. Light is burning in the apartment. It's very crowded in the building.

"Shit, it's her birthday", Brad curses when he sees the date on his smartwatch.

He has to park his car a big end from the apartment. Brad gets out and locks the car. At a fast pace, he walks to Lucy's apartment. He can hear the music coming from there, indicating that they are having a party for your birthday.

Not long after Brad presses the doorbell Lucy opens the door. He can see on her face that she is not amused by his visit.

"Brad, I don't remember inviting you, nor does y/n"

Brad steps closer and the light from inside the building reflects on his face. Now Lucy gets a clearer view of his face and she looks shocked. Brad looks like a mess. His hair is a mess, his curls are hanging on his face. There is blood on his face and shirt. His cheek is turning a shade of blue.

"Please Lucy, let me talk to her. I don't know if she will ever forgive me but I have to try", Brad is desperate and the damage of the fight is kicking in.

"What the hell happened to you?", Lucy asks, still shocked about how he looks.

"I uhm tell that later, I have to see her please"

Lucy gives in and lets Brad in. She follows behind him. When he enters the living room everyone notices his presence. Everyone looks at him, shocked to see how battered Brad looks. You can't believe what you see. This doesn't look like Brad.

"Y/n, can we please talk?", Brad asks you in front of everyone.

"What happened to you?", you ask.

"I uhm, I got into a fight with your boss"

Everyone is even more surprised by this answer. They know Brad can lose his temper from time to time but he would never fight.

"Can we talk please, I know I've made a mistake", Brad begs you.

You can only nod and you start to walk away. Brad follows you while everyone is still staring at him. You decide that Lucy's bedroom will be a quiet place to talk. Brad closes the door when he enters the room after you.

"Do you have any idea how much you hurt my feelings by accusing me like that?", you start the conversation.

"I know, I realize that now", Brad says.

"How could you even think after a year, a fucking year, I would be with you for the money?"

"I know I was wrong, I don't know why I thought it. I was so convinced of it and I'm ashamed now. Maybe it's because I'm scared that people use me. I know it's not an excuse but I can't think of anything else"

He steps closer to you and takes your hands in his.

"I know I made a big mistake and I want to make it up to you if that's even possible and if you let me. I'm just so sorry and I hope you can forgive me"

Brad bends down on one knee while still holding your hands. Tears are brimming in his eyes.

"Please y/n forgive me for what I did, I just don't want to lose you. You're the most important person in my life", a tear is escaping his eye and rolls over his cheek.

You also feel the tears coming up. You want to forgive him but he has hurt you so much.

"I don't know if I can forgive you right now, I need some time. But I don't want to lose you either B, let's just take it slow", you say and Brad nods.

He gets up and hugs you tight.

"I missed you so much baby", he whispers in your ear.

"I missed you too, just never do this to me again", some tears fall down your cheeks.

You hug Brad even tighter. You can smell his familiar smell and you feel safe. God, you missed him and now he is finally back. It's still hard to forgive him but you know eventually you will.

"Let's clean your face up because you look awful", you smile at him.

You take his hand in yours and lead him to the bathroom. You say to him that he has to sit on the countertop next to the sink so you have better access to his face. In one of the drawers, you take a washcloth and make it a little bit wet. You wash the blood off his face. When you go over the little wound on his lip he makes a painful face.

"I'm sorry if it hurts", you say.

"Don't worry about it"

"Did you really fight with my boss?"

"Yeah, I saw him in a bar and I asked if he was because I recognized him"

"Why did you get mad at him?"

"He said he fired you"

You swallow the lump in your throat. You know he would find out eventually.

"And he also said he did that because he was bored of you and he wanted you in his bed"

"What?! That bastard"

"Why didn't you tell me you were fired?"

You look down, not knowing what to say. Your hand drops from his face but Brad takes it with his hand.

"I was ashamed I guess, I felt like I was nothing, he made me feel nothing. I hoped if I applied for some jobs and got accepted that I just could say I switched jobs."

"You know I would never have judged you"

You look into his eyes.

"I know, I just hoped I never would have to tell you and that I would find a new job in a week. I have been applying for weeks now but it's always that I have not enough experience"

"I know it can be hard to find a job, and I would have understood that you had money problems"

"I'm sorry"

"It's not your fault, maybe we have to promise to always tell each other everything "

He caresses your cheek with his hand. You can't stop looking into those beautiful brown eyes. His face is inching closer to yours and his eyes are fixed on your lips. You can see in his eyes how desperate he is to kiss you.

"I can promise that", you whisper.

"I've missed you so much", Brad says in a hoarse tone that causes goosebumps on your skin.

Softly you feel his lips touching yours. It lets the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. You push your lips harder against his so you can taste him better. You bite a little on his lip as you know it makes him go crazy. A small moan is escaping his mouth. He pulls himself out of the kiss. You see him rubbing his lip. Blood is dripping on his finger. You just made his lip bleed again.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry", you put a hand before your mouth in a shocked manner.

"It's okay baby", Brad starts laughing which makes you laugh too.

He takes your hands in his.

"Happy birthday love"

"Thank you"

"I'm sorry I don't have a present"

"That's okay, you being here is the best present I've received today to be honest"

"I'm glad", Brad smiles and puts his arms around you, and pulls you closer.

"I'll buy you a present tomorrow"

"You don't have to"

"I've been the worst boyfriend ever, of course I have to"

"That's true"

Both of you start laughing and Brad kisses you on your forehead. Maybe you didn't forgive him today but in the end everything will be fine and the both of you will come stronger out of this.

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The Vamps requests are open

[cupids-chamber]

is that a yanfei pfp omg, my inner and outer yanfei main loves you oh oh oh and and and also screw that dumbass ask this anon sent about yuuka THEY ARE SO INCORRECT GRRR "y'all only like yuuka because she is a girl!1!1!1!1!1!1!"

yeah no fucking shit so many of us like her because it solidifies the place of fem!yuus in the twstverse and stops dumbass people saying "hmph. its a MALE ONLY COLLEGE why do you have a female OC?? Just make a male OC???" (obviously not every person is like this and we should still appreciate masc OCs they matter just as much mwah) but we should denounce people who are so close minded.

like mannnnn that ask made me so annoyed but your response literally summarised everything i would've wanted to put into words but a bit less violent. the audacity they had to send in that dumbass ask smh like damn bitch let people enjoy a new character? so what if it's fem!yuu? like this is one of the times twst isn't being problematic but nah people still gotta have a problem with this and not the other issues (cough cough "Monsieur pyramid" cough cough)

also yuuken was actually pretty hyped up intially did that anon just sleep through an entire period of twst tumblr fandom lmao. i remember people writing so many fics and i haven't seen anyone say jack shit but the moment it's yuuka its "Nooo you're gonna project onto her waaaah!" like pls stfu we are literally just excited for a new character joining our silly fandom and becoming the subject of either a) unimaginable fluff or b) unimaginable angst smh /j

im sorry for taking my silly anger out in your askbox (ofc none of that is directed at you cause you wrote a bomb ass response to them and honestly you really put them in their place!) but that ask just annoyed me so mf much and i been thinking over my anger of it for a day and a half now

love your fics btw I get so mf excited when you post EJFHHEJD I hope you're having a lovely day mwah mwah, feel free to ignore this ask too no pressure 💓

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NO BECAUSE I HELD MYSELF BACK, I say a lot of shit when I'm mad so it's better I hold myself back in these scenarios. But that's true, like search the Yuuken x reader tag and you'll find a sum of fanfic's, if you go to the yuuka x reader tag.. It's just me!

Sure Yuuka's hyped up, but like you said a decent chunk of it was due to the fact that her existence makes it so no one can attack fem oc's. And yeah a whole other part of the fandom simped for her, but you have got to understand that majority of the twisted wonderland fandom from my experience is homosexual.

Like I know a decent few lesbians, who write twst fanfic, so it's like not much of a shock that people simp for her a lot. And anon has to realize that fanfiction was created so you can self insert yourself in a scenario.

Like making that comment on a fanfic blog, was really fucking stupid ngl. And it seemed misogynistic from my perspective, ngl. I didn't say it because in my humble opinion that might've been "taking it too far"

Anyways, thank you for sharing your opinion, (And it's ok to rant to me as long as your not being rude abt anything) AND THANK YOU FOR ENJOYING MY WORK <3 And abt Yanfei, I've been growing her! I may main her one she gets to lvl 90!

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「 ☆ 」 Angel used to think it was exhausting that everyone always wanted SOMETHING from him… But he was wrong. Run ragged as he may be, that insatiable greed drives him as much as it drains him. Trapped in a never-ending performance for those who want what he eagerly offers ( and who Angel needs more than Hell could ever need him ) and refuse to take less than everything he can give. Angel Dust has purpose in his pain. Fucked as he’s aware it is, he’s accepted it. Knows that it only ends with an Exorcist’s blade or one of Val’s holy bullets. Doesn’t mean he can’t struggle a bit… Can’t futility tear himself apart for the fantasy of freedom. Can’t damage Valentino’s favorite toy like a child throwing a temper tantrum. Wanting to wreck something that isn’t HIS anymore, solely because someone else is playing with it.

That’s not exhausting. That’s life. And life has always been difficult to endure. What is EXHAUSTING, is facing someone who isn’t interested in indulging in what Angel is. Instead, Husk seems dead-set on breaking him back down to who he was. Which is far crueler treatment than any denizen of Hell has shown him.

Heel sharply clicks as Angel moves back, well-versed in knowing when he’s pushed someone’s temper ( you learn fast when around the type of people Angel’s luck intertwines him with; there aren’t many chances to before you’re simply no longer a problem ) … and when it’d be wise to act accordingly. With Husk, the actual danger isn’t there, so much as the potential for it. He might be an asshole but he doesn’t seem the type to strike him. Or to even want to, oddly enough. One spread of his wings, a gust in the air, still speaks volumes about the bartender’s hidden strength.

After that habitual retreat— merely a single step and a slight tensing of his form —Angel feels his brief unease boil over into shame fury. Fur bristles, the spider taking two stiff steps forward to make up for the one he had unintentionally surrendered to Husk. A finger jabs into the others chest, NEEDING to invade his space. To push Husk away back. To prove he’s not scared. ❝ Alright, fuckhead. You want me ta drop th' fuckin' act? You want me ta be REAL wit' you? Then how's THIS fer REAL— ❞

❝ You don' have ANY fuckin' right ta call me out in front'a th' otha's! ❞ With a growl, he shoves the other man as hard as he can. Unsure if he's trying to start a fight so he'll stop talking or merely releasing some overwhelming frustrations. ❝ I don' give a SHIT if you buy my act. You wanna play detective? Wanna play fuckin' therapist an' see what's goin' on unda'neath all the glitta' an' gags an' guys shovin' their gross fuckin' DICKS in my face? FINE. But that don' mean you can ruin this fer me! I've worked too hard an' fer too long ta get this image. An' I'll be DAMNED if some drunk-ass bartenda' wit' a superiority complex is th' reason I start bein' pitied by these fuck-sticks! ❞

❝ I know I'm a glorified fucktoy, alright?! I know I ain't worth SHIT ta anyone an' I neva' will be! I know all that! But THEY don't! ❞ Sharply motioning behind him at the hotel doors, eyes glow with a dangerous panic anger, ❝ As far as they know, I'm a piece'a shit who isn' tryin' 'cause I don' wanna. 'Cause I already got it pretty damn good an' don' want anythin' else. I'm not BROKEN ta them. ❞ Blinking, he abruptly realizes that Husk's image has blurred. Bitter tears burning in his eyes, chest heaves as he forces out in a tone that sounds more like a plead rather than a rant, ❝ I need this place... If I'm not here then— ❞ Then he's back with Valentino... and he doesn't trust that would be enough to prevent him from leaving if the hotel didn't like an escape anymore.

Swallowing thickly, eyes narrow with renewed scorn as he points a finger at Husk, ❝ Jus'— keep yer smart-ass comments ta yerself. Who I am an' what I'm doin' ain't any of yer goddamn bus'ness. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

Headache beating heavy behind his eyes, a clawed hand pinched at a fuzzy brow as it seemed this conversation, if it could even be called that, seemed to be coming full circle again. "Jesus fuck, I don't want anything from you!" Words all but hissed the spider's way, Husk allowed himself a moment to breath while Angel tried to futility find a truth that didn't exist to anyone but himself. The way Angel held his body, tense and guarded, the way nothing that Husk had said seemed to take hold, the words only twisting and turning about in that fluffy head in an effort to make sense alongside the lies he'd shrouded himself in for so long. It all was slowly becoming more and more clear, this bluff Angel had to believe to keep from losing it all, something that Husk could relate to, but that didn't make him any less angry. It was too familiar, like they'd had this conversation before, albeit not the same words. Another moment of that odd deja vu the sinner had been finding more and more frequent around Angel as they lived their lives out separately but together in the hotel.

"I don't want you to make me fucking cum! I don't want to see anything fucking happen t' you!" Wings spreading out as Angel stepped closer, there was an unmistakable shift those feathers sent through the air in the breeze they carried, one that spoke of the hidden strength the former overlord had once possessed. He may be leashed, but that didn't mean he was completely helpless despite the cap on his powers. "I want you t' stop this shit! For fuck's sake, drop the fucking act!! You ain't fucking fooling me!" And that was just the problem, wasn't it?

[mhadumpsterfire]

Special Viewer [P.3]

~~~~Katsuki Bakugou~~~~

In which Camboy! Katsuki Bakugou starts to become oddly interested in one of his viewers.

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Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Cursing, Mentions of drug use and alcohol use. Y/N is afab!

If you are easily offended by sensitive tops I advise you click away

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@trishiepo0 @lolawassad @itsroseally @yoshimochii @deleteusthefetus @energyabsorber @love-the-sin-n-the-sinners @e7t3

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It was a long day, hanging out with Aiden. You guys went to the café, played cards at the park, walked around the area, got drinks at a bar and then hit up a nightclub. It all snowballed, you really didn't expect to go to all those extra places but damn was it worth it.

You arrived home, accompanied by Aiden as he made sure you were good to be on your own for the rest of the night since you were wasted off your ass. Jell-O shots really took a toll on you that night.

You opened your phone to see about 5 or 6 missed texts from Dnyamite, you widened your eyes and realized you had your phone shut off all day.

God, you're gorgeous...is that really you? you look adorable. Where are you at?

Hello? bunny?

hey are you good?

bunny?

where are you? im starting to get fucking worried, idiot girl

You freaked out and started instantly texting him back a string of drunk apologies.

im sosr sorry dyanhmite

i been out with aiden i eforgto eto stext u im sorhry

You set your phone down and wiped the anxious sweat from off your forehead, not even 30 seconds passed before your phone flooded with texts from Dynamite.

holy shit, are you drunk?

you're fucking wasted, bunny

who's aiden? is that your boyfriend or some shit?

You didn't have time to process the messages before a black screen displaying the text Incoming Call: dynamite <3 popped up on your phone. You gasped and dropped the phone on your thigh accidently answering the phone call. You gasped once more and slapped your hand over your mouth.

You the heard his sweet, angry voice flow over the other side.

"Hello? Bunny?" He said worringly. Not knowing what to do, and overcome with anxiousness, you slowly carried the phone to your face and switched on speaker before replying.

"Y-yeah?" You said awkwardly.

You heard dynamite pause before mumbling something along the lines of "her voice is so hot..." to himself before continuing the conversation. But again, you're drunk so you don't know if that was your emotionally desperate drunk brain or reality.

"You're wasted. Who's Aiden? Are you with him? Are you alone?" The overflow of questions stressed you out a bit, but you answered each one drunkingly throwing yourself onto your bed.

"He better be just a friend, idiot girl. Did he get you drunk? I swear to fuck if that motherfucker got you drunk...He just wanted to get into your pants, huh? your pretty little pants..." He said, almost as if he was going off and ranting to himself in his own head but...out loud.

"Aidennnnn s'just my bestie. I drank okay? shut up idiot he deosnt even like me he likes the café waitress or whwetevrr..." you say slurring your words and stumbling your sentences.

"God, you're such an idiot. Get your ass to sleep, dumbass. Now." He angrily huffed before hanging up the phone. You, exhausted, threw your phone on your bed and passed out on your bed, still in your outfit, next to your bag.

As you fell asleep, a blush rose to your face and covered your cheeks....even if you were drunk and he was being a friend and looking out for you.....did he really care that much? And was he jealous over Aiden? The thought of him really worrying about you and who you were with made you smile to yourself. Butterflies bloomed throughout your stomach when you remembered his gruffy voice calling you a dumbass. He's so...ugh..y'know? And before you knew it, you were dead asleep.

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"Ughhh..fuck." You groan to yourself, as you cover your pounding head in a warm towel once more. "Why the fuck did Aiden let me drink? God, everything hurts...feels like I'm being split in two." You say yourself, laying up in bed.

You have a tight grip on an empty bowl next to you...y'know..just in case. Since you already vomited your guts out 3 times this morning since you woke up.

It was around 10 and you hadn't yet checked your phone..because of your massive, deathly headache pulsing through your skull. You remembered a little about what happened before you fell asleep....Dynamite...he was worried about you. As a friend, you needed to just try your best to let him know you were alright, even if it feels like someone punches your eyes out of the sockets each and every time you open your phone.

You grab your phone, unlock it, and check your texts...you see you have a missed call from Dynamite from...9 so he must've woken up to check on you. A call back wouldn't hurt, right? So you did it...you shot him a call back..and he answered, after several...long rings.

"Uh, what's up?" You heard him say from the other line. He seemed...nervous..or..maybe anxious about something but you brushed it off, maybe he was just on-edge about something. You know it was wrong to pry so you ignored it.

"Hey, uh...you called?"

"...Oh yeah! Shit, you're right I did uhm...." At this moment, you heard what sounded like a woman's laugh echo on the other side of the phone. Your heart shattered...who was that? Was that like his new girlfriend or something? Or maybe a hook up? And if it is...why is he so nervous about it?

You then heard the same woman, speak up.

"Ugh, come on...get off the phone, silly~!"

"...yeah, one sec. I was uhm...just calling to see how bad the damage was, y'know?" He continued, almost as if he was rushing to get off the phone with you. Before you responded to him...you thought to yourself.

A woman's laugh and voice in the back,

Him rushing to get off the phone with you and sounding irritated, on-edge and nervous?

Yeah...he most definitely had a girl over. And there most definitely was something going on between them considering her flirty tone and his anxious speech...like he was trying to hide it from you. You tried so hard...so hard to squeeze your eyes shut and forbid even a tear from falling out but...god...that shit...fucking..hurt.

In that moment, you knew your place. How stupid could you be? Come on, Y/N...You met this dude through a fucking pornography cam website, online. You've known him for 2 fucking days. You have no clue who he really is, what his name is, where he lives or anything about him except for his appearance...And you...you really thought that maybe..just maybe he saw you in the way you see him. You had hoped for nothing...there's no way some random porn-cam dude from the world wide web would ever want you for serious. He's probably sleeping around considering he does cam shows for horny virgins like yourself. He couldn't settle down, it's his lifestyle..right?

"I'm fine." You say with stern..."..Seems like you're busy. Bye." You angrily hang up the way, turn on your side....and since nobody is watching...you cry.

You cry, and it hurts and you're stupid and...fuck.

just fuck.

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I know this one was shorter and I'm sorry I've been busy working all day, then watching Stranger Things 4 as well so I tried to put all my effort and quality into this like my other writings as fast as I can, I promise for the fourth part, I'll make it long, juicy and scrumptious.

Enjoy <33

[thera-daydreams]

PLUS ONE

》 A TRESE TWOSHOT 《

[Maliksi x Reader]

📝 Summary: In which your beloved best friend snatches you from your apartment at dawn asking you to be his plus one for his cousin's wedding. Unbeknownst to the clueless you, everything is just going according to Maliksi's ultimate masterplan. With the help of friends and family, the Prince of the Tikbalang finally gets the girl he's been longing for. And oh, Señor Armanaz gets his dream daughter-in-law and the promise of grandchildren within the year.

📌 Warning: May contain some slight NSFW for spicy suggestiveness and cussing. No smut or anything super SPG—this girl can't write that for her life—but just be prepared. It's Maliksi we're talking about. We've got friends-to-lovers, obliviousness, pining, fluff, and a tikbalang simp. Figure it out. 😃

(word count: 7,454) ♥︎ Part Two: ?

》 AUTHOR'S NOTE 《

Not an Inday spinoff, but a lengthy oneshot in celebration of this blog getting 90 followers. Just ten more to 100, yay! Thank you so much for the love and support, everyone. I also promised that I'll be making this brainrot that @binibiningbabaylan and I have fangirled over a few days ago (find the original post here) when I finished the latest chapter of Inday. Here it is! 🥰

Before I forget, I was also inspired by the cute fic made by @crispybasil titled "Sunshowers" and the "Trese Boys As Things My Guy Friends Do" made by the amazing @smolla-than-a-bug (I bow down to your wonderful works in the Trese fandom). I definitely see Maliksi to be the type to go on spontaneous roadtrips and be the boyfriend to drive you around eveeeerywhere (while also driving you crazy). 🚘

There are also some songs mentioned throughout this work. You should probably listen to them while reading for the full experience. Ending was somewhat rushed but eh, I'm too exhausted and I've rewritten it too many times. Also, if someone makes some actual tikbalang smut, tag me please. Anyways, enjoy! 💕

The way it all started was hilarious. Absolutely fucking hilarious. It happened like a blur. Literally. One second, you were snoozing in your bed. The next? You had a seatbelt on in the shotgun seat of a sophisticated-looking car. Your brain didn't even get to process it yet.

"... So let me get this straight," you grumbled, still half-asleep from your sleep marathon. You just finished a hugely successful project at work yesterday, got promoted, and wanted to make up for the restless nights you spent overtime in the office. Of course you were irritated from being disturbed. You were on vacation leave for two entire weeks, originally planning to go into temporary isolation by deactivating your social media accounts and reserving a beach cabana for yourself in Batangas.

Well, turns out, you weren't going to Batangas anytime soon. All because your unreasonably spontaneous bestfriend of ten hectic years stole you from your apartment at 2AM. Was this considered kidnapping? Was this him just being more in touch with his tikbalang side, taking unsuspecting women in their sleep and leading them to their inevitable death? (He was going over the speed limit, so it was a valid thought.) Will wearing your shirt inside-out save you today? Lord, masyado ka pang pagod para mag-isip ngayon.

"Go on."

"You abducted picked me up in the middle of the night because you want me to be your plus one at your cousin's wedding in Tagaytay?"

"Yup. And technically, the venue is right on the outskirts of Cavite going to Tagaytay," he corrected you as a matter-of-factly.

"Same thing, whatever," you huffed tiredly. "Your cousin's wedding is at 6AM today. In a few hours. In four hours."

"Uh-huh."

You groaned exasperatedly, "Mal naman, eh! You didn't even let me bring anything. Could've at least given me a heads-up a few hours ago. I'm practically emptyhanded right now save for my phone! Sinungaling ka, you said this was just a normal midnight drive—not a freaking wedding!"

The Prinsipe ng Mga Tikbalang, son of the Great Stallion, heir to the Armanaz herd, and the Top Drag Racer of C-5 Expressway—if that was even one of his Game of Thrones-like titles—grinned as he continued driving beside you. He let you continue ranting in the passenger seat while he mulled over his ultimate masterplan that would change his entire life later on. He was a spur-of-the-moment kind of guy, so all this wasn't his thing. But for you? He'll make plans, alright.

"Wala man lang akong dinalang masusuot o kahit konting makeup para maging presentable sa harapan ng buong pamilya mo," you exclaimed, in absolute despair. "Do you know how out of my league you are? Your rich-ass family might judge me—hell, your dad might see me as a hampaslupa if I show up there in my pambahay and tsinelas!"

"Psh, I'm not out of your league," Maliksi waved it off, smoothly turning a corner. "And calm down. We've known each other for a decade! My dad practically loves you as his own daughter. Heck, the entire family knows you and keeps telling me they want you adopted in already. Lolo Andres and Lola Perlita said they'd have the paperwork settled. You just need to sign them."

It would be even better (and easier) if you married into the family. To him, specifically (as if he'd let anyone else have you). God, he was already being so obvious in his advances, but you were just so damn oblivious whenever it came to romance. None of this needed to happen if you just got it through your thick skull that he was madly in love with you.

"That's not the point, idiot!" you slumped back into your seat, hopeless. "Do you think the bride and the groom will get offended? Shit, baka masumpaan ako kung magagalit sila, Mal. Mukha akong patay galing sa South Cemetery."

The long-haired tikbalang rolled his eyes, "Huwag kang mag-alala. Nothing's going to go wrong. Chill ka lang diyan. I've got everything under control, babe."

Babe. Yes, he even called you babe but you thought it was him being a himbo and a massive flirt. Now, it was his common term of endearment for you, but you still assumed it was him just being irksome to you and that you couldn't stop the man from saying it anymore. Thus, you let it be (the most obvious hint of his attraction to you, bestie).

"... Ugh, why didn't you ask Hannah or Amie to go with you?"

He just smiled knowingly, shrugging and making up an excuse, "Nagmamadali ako, eh. Hannah and Amie are also coming, but they already have the other tikbalang as dates."

"'Luh, ako pala ang backup choice mo?"

"Heh. Whatever you want to think."

Little did you know that you were always his first choice. Always. Even when he pursued Alexandra Trese many years ago, trying to convince himself you were just his best friend, it was always you. How did he come to that realization? Well, an international band he was a fan of released a song a couple years ago and he heard it being played in a club in BGC. The song title?

It Was Always You by Maroon 5.

Needless to say, after hearing the song and being unable to get it—get you—out of his mind at night, he stopped courting Alexandra. Unfortunately for him, that time, you'd started dating other men. Therefore, he was left on the sidelines... until your latest and most painful breakup, at least. That was five years ago. You still hadn't dated anyone since then, kind of traumatized from getting into another failed relationship like that.

In the present day, as if the fates were playing on you two, one of your favorite artists played on the radio. A very ironic song given the situation you two were in.

Best Friend by Rex Orange County.

Maliksi knew it was a favorite of yours. He knew it by the way your eyes lit up like a star brightening the twinkling night sky. Like the sun first rising in the morning at Apolaki's command. Like the moon extending its gentle rays from the magic of Mayari herself. If there was anything he wanted to ask of the old gods, it was you—everything else be damned.

"I wanna be the one that makes your day, the one you think about as you lie awake," you half-sang and half-screamed happily, somewhat out-of-tune. "I can't wait to be your number oooooone! I'll be your biggest fan and you'll be mine—"

Maliksi glanced at you, not minding that his eardrums were probably getting microscopic ruptures from your aggressive singing. As much as he wanted to stare at you all day, he had to keep his eyes on the road. But the lyrics you were singing were wrong; the Prince of the Tikbalang was already yours from day one.

"Babe, McDo drive-through tayo for breakfast. Let me make it up to you. Gusto mo ng caramel sundae for your promotion gift? Sige. Ako bahala. Chicken nuggets din? Mabubusog ka ba niyan? I don't think they serve those this early..."

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"Sandali lang!" you shouted out from inside an empty room. You'd just arrived at the venue—the Alta Veranda de Tibig in Silang, Cavite (practically the gateway to Tagaytay)—an hour or so ago. The hired makeup artist just left so that you could privately change into the outfit that had been bought specifically for you. Curse Mal and his ability to buy anything (perhaps anyone) he wanted. "Bwiset, Mal, you didn't tell me we'd be part of the damn entourage. We have to be walking the aisle in thirty minutes, simbako! You just love rushing me, don't you!?"

If only you were the one walking down the aisle today towards him.

When you exited the room, Maliksi couldn't help but let his jaw drop as he skimmed your figure, clad in the luxurious, silky satin blush midi dress he bought in one of those fancy stores in Makati yesterday. He imagined that it would look great on you, but now, seeing it on you in person... you looked divine (and frankly, he wanted to see it off your body to see what was underneath—but don't get too ahead of yourself, Mal). It was a whole 'nother level from his imagination. The deep cowl neckline and thin spaghetti straps showed your lovely collarbones... as well as a peek of your cleavage. His favorite and the best part of it all? It was backless, allowing him to gaze at the tempting curve of your spine.

He hadn't realized he had grown silent until you smiled and closed his mouth, tapping his chin.

"Lalangawin ang bibig mo, Mal," you laughed softly. Never had you seen him so speechless. You then flicked your hair back, ridiculously posing for him like you were on the cover of Vogue magazine (haba ng hair mo, gurl!). "Do I look that good? Char lang."

"... You look absolutely ravishing—I mean, uh, stunning. Hot. Yeah." That was all he could say. He mentally punched himself for not showering you with more suave compliments.

Still, your face brightened up, not knowing that the man in front of you just fell for you a thousand times harder, "Wow! Really? Damn. Ang galing talaga ng MUA na kinuha mo, ginawa akong artista. Give me their contact number later! May work event pa naman ako in two months. I'm shocked, it's like they made me rise from the dead! Even my eyebags are gone, Mal! How'd they do that?" Heck yeah, your confidence was boosted. He offered his arm to you like a gentleman, making you half-heartedly roll your eyes (you took it anyway). From holding it alone, you could tell that your best friend was a sinewy man (well, you knew that already after seeing his tikbalang form before—the little shit didn't even wear a loincloth like all his clanmates; your poor eyes were eternally scarred).

You looked him up and down. You wouldn't lie—Maliksi is and always has been an attractive man. Now? With his hair in a ponytail (pun not intended), definitely one of the hunkiest men you've ever known. "You're not looking too bad yourself, horsey."

"Ako pa!" He puffed his chest out in pride. You chuckled at his reaction.

"By the way, how do you even know my dress size and my shoe size?"

"Babe, I've known you too long. You know almost everything about me, I know everything about you."

You snorted at his confident tone, "'Di nga? You don't know every single thing about me, Mal. Assuming ka masyado."

"Alam ko nga anong cup size mo. Wala lang 'yang shoe and dress size."

You slapped his shoulder, cheeks quickly flushing red, "Huy, umayos ka! Walang hiyang tikbalang na 'to." With this guy as your best friend? You heard dirty jokes at least once a day. "Don't be inappropriate here!"

"What? It's only fair I know!" He looked down on you suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows. "You already know I always go commando, so of course I know that your bra is a size—"

"Shhh! Baka marinig ka, 'nyeta."

"So? Let them hear. My best friend has a nice set of melons!" he shouted. You were grateful there was no one around. Hopefully.

"Oh my God..."

Your best friend chortled at how flustered you'd become. He led you to where some of his family was waiting, with a couple of his relatives already greeting you. You instantly and quite easily mingled with them, your worries of them not accepting you far from even true (they all knew how much their prince loved the innocent you).

"Kayo na talaga, pare?" one of his older tikbalang clanmates asked while you went away to be fawned over by his aunts.

Maliksi chuckled, crossing his arms as he watched you from afar, "Heh. Hindi pa."

Another one of his clanmates—a younger one—laughed, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, "Talaga? That's cap, bro. You two are like a married couple already and you guys still aren't a thing?"

"Ilang taon na ba kayong magkakaibigan?" the older one asked him.

"Almost ten years," Maliksi responded, a smile unconsciously pulling his lips up as he remembered your moments together. He watched you converse with his female relatives (who adored you the moment Maliksi brought you to a family event many moons ago).

The two tikbalang snickered as they saw the look on the Great Stallion's heir.

"You're down bad," the younger one said, snapping a photo of his lovestruck kuya. "You've got it so bad for her, dudeparechong!"

"Balak mong ligawan anytime soon?" the older tikbalang inquired.

"Heh. Balak ko na ngang pakasalan. Kung pwede, ngayon."

They looked at Maliksi as if he was crazy. He was very much serious, though, even if there was a huge, lopsided smile on his face. The Prince of the Tikbalang raised a brow at them.

"What? Don't give me that look. Our ten years of being best friends is practically the courting and the dating stage already."

"Eh... you're right. Don't waste anymore time. Go and marry her today, dude. Suporta kami sa'yo, basta groomsmen kami sa kasal niyo, ha!"

"Ge. Without question."

Meanwhile, on your end with the ladies of the family, they started pestering you on your love life (like all typical Filipino aunties). Chismis everywhere.

"O, iha, single ka pa ba?"

"Kailan ka magpapakasal? Malapit ka nang pumasok sa thirties mo."

"Do you want kids? How many?"

"Are you and Maliksi a couple? You look good together! Kayo na, 'di ba?"

"Will you be getting married next? Are you engaged? When's the wedding? Invite niyo kami!"

Before you could get overwhelmed by their questions, Maliksi swept you off your feet to lead you to the entourage that was lining up outside the chapel area. Again, it happened like a blur. He laughed at the partially nauseated look on your face.

"You okay there?" he asked, grinning.

"Your family thinks we're together," you muttered quietly, not meeting his eyes. You weren't sure why you felt... tingly about their statements.

He tilted his head at you curiously, gently setting you down on your feet and helping you stand.

"Do you hate the idea?" It hurt him to ask you the question, but he wanted your thoughts on it. Perhaps doing this was a bad idea. Maliksi was competitive in many things, including wanting you to be his, but if you were so opposed to it, he would never force you into something you didn't want. He let go of your hand; you didn't even notice he'd been holding it until he let go. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Your wide-eyed gaze snapped back to look up at him, "No! No, it's not that! And... it's not bad." Your hand felt strangely empty now that his was gone. Biting your lip, you disclosed, "You're not making me uncomfortable, Mal. Don't ever think that."

With that, you shyly interlocked your arm with his, tearing your eyes from his to mask the growing warmth you felt spreading in your veins. You two didn't say anything else when the ushers let you walk down the beautiful, petal-covered aisle together.

The man beside you was starstruck. Hopeful. Maybe both of you did have a chance. Maybe somewhere in the depths of your soul, his feelings for you were being reciprocated. For the rest of the sacred ceremony in the gorgeous main pavilion, both of you relished in short, comfortable, and low conversations. He even cracked jokes every once in a while—really funny ones that made it challenging for you to you stifle your laughter.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride."

Maliksi fervently prayed to Bathala that he'd experience the same opportunity he was seeing with you someday. One day.

Even while the sun was brightly out, the sky began showering down light rain onto the land. You were in awe as you looked out the window.

"Hala, totoo nga pala! Tignan mo!" you laughed, tugging Maliksi's suit sleeve, pointing at the window.

"Na ano?" he curiously inquired, not understanding what you were referring to.

"Na kapag may tikbalang na kinakasal, umuulan habang may araw pa," you replied, eyes filled with childlike mirth and wonder. A rainbow had even begun to form by the clouds. "Look, it's magical! Ang ganda pala ng view dito kasama ang old Spanish architecture. Timeless na timeless. It's so pretty, 'no? Picture tayo 'maya, Mal."

Unlike you, it wasn't the sky outside that the prince was looking at. Amidst the loud cheers for the newlywed couple and the bubbles the guests were blowing, his vision could only focus on how magnificent you looked while being amazed. You were his best view. (Ed from 90-Day Fiancé, kabahan ka na, may katapat ka sa pickup line mo.)

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"Smile for the picture!"

You giggled as Maliksi was dragged into a photo-op with the bridesmaids and the important older wedding sponsors a few feet away (funnily, he looked a little constipated around them). All of a sudden, when he was heading back to your direction, you were roughly pushed into the said man's arms. When you turned around, there was nothing (except maybe a gust of wind that came out of nowhere).

"Ooh, gotcha. Careful," the tikbalang steadied you, strong hands holding your biceps. "Natapilok ka?"

"... Huh, hindi naman," you wondered suspiciously, looking around. "I think someone pushed me? Parang tinulak ako... but wala namang tao."

"Weird. Maybe it was just the wind."

It actually was. Really. Maliksi knew for a fact that it was those two taong hangin who were spying on you from the corner, trying to pair you up. He gave them a thumbs-up while your back was turned in the opposite direction. Hannah and Amie returned the thumbs-up before vanishing. Suddenly, the two wedding photographers had moved on from the bridesmaids and were right beside you.

"What a lovely couple you two are!" she praised. Before you could correct her, she held up the black contraption she held towards you two. "Pose for the camera, lovelies!"

And so you did, the photographer guiding you two on what to do. Maliksi wrapped his arm around your waist and you leaned on his side, looking sidewards to the camera with one leg cocked in front of the other. Her assistant, who was holding a polaroid camera, printed out two photos for you.

"Thank you," you told him, taking the photos from his hands then flicking them rapidly to make the images develop. You and Mal were about to walk to the reception area when the photographer stopped you, handing the male beside you a business card.

"If you two need a photographer or a videographer for your wedding, call me," she signaled to both of you before running to another guest, bringing her assistant with her.

You gawked, "Mal, did you just hear what she said?"

"Loud and clear." A grin was on his face. He seemed very pleased at what he heard.

"... How can she even tell if someone is married or not?"

Maliksi's free hand took your left hand, tapping the ring finger, "Nothing here."

"Ooooooh. I get it now." Your brows creased. "Huh. This is like the fifth time today the people here have mistaken us for a couple."

Maliksi shrugged, teasing you, "Who knows? Baka may potential tayo, babe."

Before you could ask him what he meant, he was hurriedly towing you to the reception venue. While he was doing that, you stared at the now-developed polaroid photos you were holding. Huh. Maybe you two did look like a couple.

"Come on, they're serving some snacks at the welcome reception area. Peach pie and mango float-flavored. Paborito mo, babe."

》》》

The rest of the night went by without a hitch. You were actually enjoying the event—the host was great, the food was great, the music was great. Everything was great... that was, until the games.

"Alright! Now that the bride's garter has been removed, let's have the bouquet and garter toss... starting with the females!" the host announced. "Dear bride, please stay here in front. And all single ladies—and by single I mean ready to mingle and are not married—please rise and stand here on the dance floor. Let's play matchmaker tonight, everyone!"

"Uy, single ladies daw," Maliksi nudged your side. "Sign mo na 'yan." You snorted like a pig.

"Nope, ayokong madamay sa bouquet toss," you whisper-yelled at your best friend. "Do you know how embarrassing that is?! Besides, they won't notice if I don't join! Special tactic ko 'yan sa weddings: pretending I'm not single. Katabi naman kita."

More women came to the front, making you feel assured that you didn't need to participate. The host was about to say something, when the bride interrupted to whisper something into his ear.

"Hala, halaaa! Sabi ko all single ladies, pero may isang single lady na nagtatago pa!" he announced, making you freeze. Please don't let it be you. "What's her name, beloved bride?"

"Y/N L/N." You nearly spat out your champagne. You? Did they just call out your name? How did they know?

"Oh fuck," you cursed quietly.

"'Di ka makakatakas dito, babe," Maliksi jabbed, making you stand up. "Tinatawag ka na."

"Baka may ibang Y/N L/N dito," you resisted, attempting to sit back down. "I can't do this, Mal."

"'Sus, ikaw pa. And it's just a symbolic ceremony!" he encouraged, as if he didn't have any underlying intentions. "I doubt the bouquet will go to you anyway."

Sheesh, what a big fat liar you are, tikbalang prince.

You expressed your dissatisfaction with the situation, "Bwiset, fine. I'll just... dodge it. Or evade it. God, I swear..." You calmed down, confident. "I'm not going to worry. I've never caught the bouquet at my own friends' weddings anyway."

When you were at the dance floor, Maliksi snickered, seeing the bride—his cousin—wink at him. After all, he had thoroughly bribed her earlier.

《《《

"It's about time you settled down with someone, Mal," the bride commented while he slipped her the newest Hermés designer bag filled with a bunch of jewelry (plus some bills) two hours ago, right before the reception began and while you were in the restroom freshening up. "Hehehe, this is why you're my favorite cousin."

"Do we have a deal?"

"Of course. I'll make sure she participates. I'll also try to throw it in her direction."

"Good. Thanks."

"You better invite me to your beach wedding. I can tell how much you love her."

"Not a problem. I'll even make you a sponsor."

The bride stared at her bouquet, already practicing how she was going to throw it, "Tito's going to thank me so much for ensuring that he's going to get grandkids soon, hihi."

》》》

Back to the present, on the other end of the room, Maliksi saw a familiar duo give him a sign that they were ready. Bingo. Time to execute the most important part of his plan.

《《《

"I don't care how you do it," he told the two wind elementals after he bribed the bride. "I've already instructed the bride on what she should do, pero siguraduhin niyo lang talagang lumipad sa kanya ang bouquet."

"Mmhmm," Amie flipped her hair, a hand on her cocked hip. "And what do we get in return, oh great Señorito Armanaz?"

"Sagot ko bar-hopping niyo for one month."

The two girls pretended to think about it, making Maliksi roll his eyes. He had to pull out the big guns, huh?

"Fine. Magbibigay ako ng cash deposit plus pwede niyong gamitin ang black card ko for a one-week shopping spree in Ortigas." There. Bullseye. That's what they liked.

"Deal!" they exclaimed excitedly.

Hannah let a cool gust of wind enter one of the nearby windows, testing out how they're going to do this. "Ano pa bang pinaplano mo for Y/N mamaya?"

Maliksi hummed, "Basta."

》》》

You tried your best to hide within the densest part of the group of women. The bride seemed to have her eyes on you, weirdly enough, and she looked almost feral wanting to throw her flowers into someone's face.

That someone being you. Most likely.

"Target locked on," you saw her mouth move. She positioned herself like she was about to throw a football at someone (ahem, you). Holy shit, was she talking to you? Miss ma'am, it was a bouquet toss not a bouquet throw. The bride seemed to notice this, and once more regained her elegant composure.

"3, 2, 1," the host counted down. "Go!"

Surprisingly, the bouquet flew very high into the air (it was a wonder it didn't get tangled in the ceiling decor), but quite a distance away from you. You grinned, knowing it was too far to even touch you. Squeezing through the crowd of women eagerly awaiting the bouquet, you went to return to your assigned table.

Ah, what a wonderful evening.

Sike!

Something painfully landed right into your face, leaves and flowers getting into your hair and mouth.

... Wait, leaves and flowers?

Before you could comprehend it, the bouquet dropped right into your arms. What kind of ungodly, inhuman force allowed this to even happen?

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have our lucky girl for the night!" Everyone clapped, with some—those guests you knew—even cheering your name unbelievably loud. The host approached you, a glint in his eye which you couldn't understand. "Miss Y/N, kindly sit here while we await the lucky guy who catches the garter from the groom."

What just happened?

"All single gentlemen, please proceed to the dance floor. Remember, the man who gets the garter gets to slip it onto the lucky lady's leg later!"

Oh, God. You pinched the bridge of your nose. What you'd give to be back at home or to be in that resort in Batangas you'd planned on going to for a solo vacation.

"To make this even more exciting," the host stated, handing you a black blindfold. "Our lucky lady has to keep her eyes closed until her lucky man for the night captures the bride's garter! When the music plays, only then can she uncover her eyes."

See? Humiliating, just as you expected. Still, you wrapped the blindfold around your head (albeit hesitantly). You attempted to guess who it might be, thinking of all the tikbalang friends Maliksi had introduced to you back then whenever he invited you to his clan reunions.

"Groom, are you ready?" the host asked, microphone loud and clear.

"Ready na ready!"

"Single gentlemen, are you ready?!"

"Ready na ready! Awoo, awoo!" they loudly chorused, exactly mimicking Spartans about to engage in battle. You sweatdropped in the seat you were in. This was actually kind of scary. Maybe you felt a bit objectified.

"3, 2, 1, go!"

There was a brief moment of silence, which made you concerned. Ba't ang tahimik? Then, everyone erupted into roars and bravoes much louder than when you caught the bouquet—perhaps even louder by tenfold. What the heck was happening?!

The music played. Very raunchy, spicy, babymaking music. You expected it to be the typical Careless Whisper by George Michael or Pony by Ginuwine (corny songs which you could probably laugh at, at least), but no. Nuh-uh, this was probably worse. The DJ must be pretty young, the song of their choosing being a slowed, bass-boosted, sexier remix of Earned It by the Weeknd.

Ano 'to, bold? Fifty Shades of Grey? The hell was this?

Alright. This was embarrassing. Thank the heavens there were no children at this party. From the music alone and its implications, this was strictly for adults.

You removed your blindfold (that was okay now, right?) as the guests whistled playfully. You peeked one eye open reluctantly, then inwardly groaned. Oh, no. You should've expected it to be him of all people from how loud the reactions were. And all those yells from the crowd were from his family.

Son of a—

"Well, this has proven to be a very interesting arrangement!" the host proclaimed. "Our lucky man for tonight is none other than our great clan leader's heir, Maliksi Armanaz! Congratulations, sir! You get to slip the lacey little garter on Miss Y/N!"

The said very smug tikbalang stood a few feet away from the chair you were sitting on, smirking at you. His hair was no longer in that mesmerizing ponytail—instead, he'd tied it into a more sinfully attractive man-bun, loose strands framing his face and accentuating that sharp, angled jaw of his (say yes and thank you to Manny Jacinto's jawline, besties).

"Let's cheer him on in his new mission, everybody!" the host pushed. Was this that glint in his eye earlier? And was that a one thousand peso bill sticking out of his pocket?

The groomsmen, Mal's cousins and uncles whom you've met before, hollered words of encouragement to the tall man (who was, oddly enough, not one bit fazed). In fact, Maliksi seemed like he was famished as he stared you down.

You swallowed, feeling like you were going to get eaten (heh, say that again). Maliksi had shrugged off his dark suit blazer to the beat of the song (holy fuck, he also unclasped the suspenders attached to his pants right before your eyes—asdfghjkl). Were you prepared for this? No. Will you ever be prepared? No!

"Mr. Armanaz, before you begin," the host interrupted. "We have an additional challenge for you in this mission. Kaya mo ba? It was a request of the newlywed couple."

"What is it?"

"Use your teeth!" the bride and the groom cheerfully shouted, clapping with the other guests. Whatdidtheysaaaaay???

The cocky bastard didn't even hesitate, his smirk at you growing wider; those pearly whites of his on full display. Was it just you or were his canines a little sharper than usual?

"Anything for the newlyweds. Challenge accepted," he dashingly replied, winking at you. You sputtered indignantly. Pisteng yawa. Putangina. Putek. Pakshet. You swore you thought of every swear word in the book at that moment. What did that YouTube parody song about Filipino mythological creatures say again? About the tikbalang? Ah, yes. Half-macho dancer and half-stallion. Maybe the joke was true, especially when you saw what Maliksi did next.

He bit the shred of lace, loosening his necktie (bestie, you good there?), unbuttoning some top buttons, and rolling up the sleeves of his collared white undershirt up to his elbows (consequently showing off his toned, veiny forearms—those lucky bridesmaids behind him nearly fainted). Honestly, you felt like you were about to lose your mind from embarrassment. With how tantalizing your guy best friend was being? Let our response be: San Pedro, kunin mo na ako. Was he doing all this to tease you? To rile you up?

Because damn it all, it was working. In your ten years of knowing Maliksi Armanaz, withstanding all his daily dirty jokes and flirtatious attempts, never had you seen him like this. So... wolfish. Ravenous. Like he was a man that hadn't been fed in years.

He stalked closer towards you, falling to his knees in front of your legs. Your gown had a long slit that extended up to an inch or two below where your left leg began—your best friend was eyeing his target already, knowing where to place the garter. Normally, you would never even wear something as revealing as this gown. It just wasn't your type, but Maliksi was the one who bought this for you for this specific occasion, so you had no choice. It was this or your pantulog he stole you in just hours ago. At first, you were confident in the gown. Now? You felt too... naked.

Somehow, in the heat of it all, you'd muted out the noise of the venue. Maliksi teasingly lifted your foot up, fingertips slyly grazing the thin shoe straps around your left foot—his calculated touch leaving fire in its trail. Once the garter had been successfuly inserted past your high-heeled stilettos, the man kneeling in front of you kept his hands to himself. Despite the fact that now there was absolutely zero skin-to-skin contact between you and this man, your body felt hotter than it ever was before as he expertly slid the lacy bit of cloth up your ankle at an agonizingly slow pace.

Maliksi's warm eyes had turned dark, his pupils blown, a tinge of red in them—of his true beast—while he maintained striking eye contact with you, pulling the garter up your calf with his teeth. Smoothly tugging... tugging... tugging. Tangina, it was like he was undressing you with his eyes alone; like he was telepathically telling you to keep your eyes open.

To keep your eyes on him, where he was knelt inbetween your legs, his hands intentionally locked on his back. Did you ever imagine this? Him between your legs? Maybe. Once or twice. But you never thought about it seriously; Maliksi dated girls left and right in the past.

His lips... his lips were so close... so close to your leg that you could feel the heat of his breath along with the lace. Were you about to die? Perhaps you already did. Maybe you were in heaven. Up... up... up... snap!

Suddenly, he stopped, grinning up at you mischievously and letting the elastic bounce back to the skin of your left knee.

"I'm not going any further, don't worry, babe," he whispered, noting that your eyes had become misty and glazed over. Internally, he grew worried. "That's enough." Did he think it was from discomfort? From you being uncomfortable? Bitch, no. It was the exact opposite. You had never been this turned on in your entire life.

You felt like your soul had left your body at that moment. Did you just have a heart attack? Was your blood pressure okay? Before you or Maliksi could stand, however, someone bellowed from the wedding sponsor tables.

"Higher! That's an order!"

Fucking hell, it was Maliksi's father who shouted. He wasn't in the huge tikbalang form you'd normally meet him in, but he was still very intimidating in his humanoid form, commanding attention and subservience wherever he went. You could tell where Maliksi got it from.

Instantly, the other guests—already half-drunk and wanting the spirit of partying to continue on—joined in.

"Higher! Higher!"

The host cheered, "You heard Señor Armanaz! Higher!"

Maliksi gave you a questioning look. Even if it was his father who spoke up, he still wouldn't do anything you didn't want. Well, you two made it this far; there was no point in getting embarrassed now. You bit the inside of your cheek, nodding. You probably couldn't erase the redness on your skin with how much you'd blushed from this night. It was as if the heat was tattooed onto your skin.

"Go on, Mal," you whispered to him, bending your torso down closer to his face, eyes half-lidded from want. "Finish what you started, babe."

With those sultry bedroom eyes he'd never once seen you show him before—plus you turning the tables with that familiar term of endearment, how could he refuse? Like a switch had been flipped inside him, he immediately complied, taking the frilly scrap of stretchy lace between his teeth once more, moving it further up to your thighs until where your high slit ended—centimeters below the warming juncture between your legs.

Your legs felt wobbly... boneless, as you stood up from the chair, the fabric of your gown cascading over where the lace sat securely on your upper left thigh. The party was still going strong even after you two finished the garter wearing tradition.

"'Atta boy! That's my son!" Señor Armanaz blazoned, standing up and raising his glass for a toast. "Cheers to the newlywed couple! May they last forever!"

You guys weren't the newlyweds, but it did sure feel like it. If the clan leader was hyped up, everyone was hyped up. Heck, the groom and the bride didn't mind one bit what had just transpired on their dance floor. In all the chaos, Maliksi took you out of the reception area and somewhere quieter. More private.

You would need to have a serious, urgent talk with your boy best friend.

》》》

You two silently sat on a stone bench in a gazebo somewhere in the reserved venue for the wedding, trying to cool down and get yourselves back together (at this point, you needed ice from that steamy, half-scandalous event you just went through). Here, there was no one else except for the chirping of crickets, the lush trees surrounding the area, and the golden fairy lights strewn all over the roof. Awkwardness was something you'd expected after what just happened, but somehow, you still felt comfort in this man's presence. For the past thirty minutes, both of you just stayed still, lost in your thoughts and reflecting.

"Mal?" you finally spoke up.

"... Hmm?"

"Ano tayo?"

"Whatever you want us to be."

Your fingers instinctively reached out for his, just like they always did when you were anxious. Sensing this, he grasped your hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Soothingly. He massaged the skin of your fingers, distracting you from your nervousness. It seemed like both nothing and everything changed between both of you. The gesture was the same, but so different at the same time.

"Mahal mo ako." It was not a question. It was a statement. A truth—one that you'd been too blind to see before. One that you only discovered while you stared into each other's eyes in that party not as best friends. You realized with a jolt in your heart what he really felt for you, and now, what you really felt for him. In those thirty minutes of silence, you knew. You just knew.

"Yes. I do."

"... Just as a best friend?" you probed.

"..."

Finally, you gazed into his eyes, previously so dark and full of hunger. Now? Just reluctant. Vulnerable. Open. Unsure of what to do next.

Seems like you had to be the one to take initiative tonight. Taking out your phone, you opened your music app and pressed play on a certain song. Ikaw at Ako by Johnoy Danao. You removed your heels (which were starting to blister your ankles and toes), then pulled him up to stand.

"Dance with me," you murmured, grabbing his arms to wrap them around your waist. He was stiff. Tense. What was he to do when the woman he's been pining after for so long let him hold her? All his gallantry and ability to romance disappeared out the window the moment you let him touch you so intimately.

You two weren't even waltzing. Just swaying. Slowly, you leaned your head on his broad chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

"... I love you," Maliksi admitted in the middle of it all, feeling like he was dreaming. Your head on his chest kept him grounded to reality, however. "More than anything in the universe. I fell for you ever since you patched me up when you were nineteen and I was a reckless drag racer who didn't have a purpose in life. 'Nung dinala mo ako pabalik sa Armanaz Tower on the verge of death. Simula noon, ikaw lang."

"I realized that," you smiled, reminiscing the old memory. You were just a broke college student that time, coming back to your dorm from making your group thesis at a classmate's house. Imagine your panic when you found a half-man, half-horse bleeding out by some bushes on the way home at night. Despite your fear and your little money (only enough to feed you for the week), you went out of your way to buy a first-aid kit at the nearest 7/11. It was scary, but you managed to mend the creature's wounds by the side of the road. When he was finally able to speak, turning fully human (which you admit, freaked you out initially), you arduously carried him back to his address—to his father and his clan, even if you had classes the very next morning. Because of your heroic deed of saving their precious heir, the tikbalang clan had become indebted to you: a teenage girl on the verge of a mental academic breakdown, just making her way through the cruel adult world. How old of a memory that was, you thought, yet you still recalled it in perfect detail. "Just a while ago."

"Ah." He swayed you gently.

"Lahat ng ito, plano mo?"

"... Yes," Maliksi fessed up. "Except for this part where we're here dancing in this belvedere. Wala sa plano ko. Gusto ko sanang magconfess doon sa may fountain para sweet, pero..."

You lifted your head off his chest, smiling at him with one brow raised, "You know, between both of us, you're supposed to be the spontaneous one. Planning isn't usually your thing."

"I know. It's a failure, huh?" Maliksi sighed.

"Nah." You shook your head, then suddenly locked lips with him. It was so fast and surprising he didn't even get the chance to return your first kiss. For once, you caught him off guard. You pecked him on the lips again. "It's not a failure."

"Wha—"

"I'm sorry for making you wait, Maliksi. Ten years. We're twenty-nine now, and only tonight do I realize how blind I've been. We've been going around in circles, wasting so much time. Ayoko nang mag-aksaya ng oras," you whispered guiltily against his lips. How could you have been so blind? Andaming nasayang na taon. Making up your mind, you told him, "Yes. Sige, I accept. I'll be your plus one."

The tikbalang was flustered and baffled from the kiss, as well as your revelation, "... But, you already are?"

"No, silly. I meant that I'll be your plus one for life. For as long as you'll have me," you laughed, now processing that you were currently dancing barefoot with your boy best friend and had just kissed him in a wedding you didn't even plan on going to. The universe had a mysterious way of doing things. "Guess I'm the spontaneous one now, huh?"

Maliksi was tongue-tied. "Seryoso ka ba? Is... Is this a marriage proposal?"

"Whatever you want it to be," you echoed his words back to him. "Best friend, plus one, girlfriend, wife—mmpf!"

He kissed you so hard your lips bruised. After an impromptu makeout session which was definitely more in character for Maliksi, you both pulled away, panting heavily in search for air, still desperate for passion. He cupped your cheeks, giving you a sweet, featherlight Eskimo kiss.

"You're missing one more title."

"Hm? What do you mean, Mal?"

"Love of my life." He kissed you again, this time lifting you off your feet and spinning you around (his sneaky right hand was resting on your bum, too, giving it a tight squeeze). You know in the Princess Diaries where the main character's foot just... pops whenever the prince charming kissed her? Yeah, that happened to you on that humid summer night. This was right. You two were meant to be together. Everything was falling into place.

The bungalow you reserved for your Batangas vacation leave ended up being the site of your very eventful honeymoon with the Prince of the Tikbalang (with his libido, it wasn't that difficult to continue where you'd left off in the garter toss; that scrap of lace came off your leg the same way it went on). Actually, nauna pa ang honeymoon sa actual wedding (it was definitely spontaneous). Right after your confession in that alcove, you two went to Maliksi's father to ask for his blessing (which he gladly gave, cackling and saying that it took you long enough) before you guys went driving off to Batangas that night. You and Mal indeed had lots and lots of fun in that resort (I'll let you imagine the rest). More beautiful memories were made from that point on—this time, not just as best friends.

All that and your small, intimate wedding occurred in early April. Just when you thought that it'd be impossible to fulfill Maliksi's life goal of having a baby within the year (nine months of pregnancy meant that the earliest you'd give birth would be January next year), the impossible happened.

Exactly thirty-two weeks later, on New Year's Eve, the Armanaz herd welcomed one prince and two new princesses into the world. Triplets who were instantly adored by everyone in the clan.

Señor Armanaz had never been happier, and so were you and your husband. Your best friend. The love of your life. Your forever plus one.

Maybe being spontaneous wasn't so bad after all.

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The day was long and silent, and although no one had gotten any sleep, no one could close their eyes for more than a minute. The haunting picture of Yunho's dead body and splattered blood clouding their minds. The only one who hadn't seen the body yet was Jongho, but he was too busy trying to make sure Mingi wouldn't freak out again.

The five of you eventually fell asleep, when your bodies finally calmed down and gave in to the temptation.

You were, however, suddenly awoken by a loud noise of something falling. All of you sat up straight in the living room and looked around. There were only four of you. Mingi.

All of you stood up immediately and began searching the house in a panicked state, calling out for Mingi as you did so.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Seonghwa yelled, after a couple of minutes of looking.

You all ran towards where he was. You found Seonghwa holding a crying Mingi by the arm, in the attic of the house.

"What happened?" You asked.

Seonghwa roughly pushed Mingi towards you all.

"I got here and this dumbass had opened the skylight and was trying to get onto the roof!"

San held Mingi's hand and moved the man to stand behind him, angrily looking at Seonghwa.

"Hey man, take it easy." San advised.

Seonghwa placed his hands on his hips and widened his eyes.

"Take it easy? Take. It. Easy!? There's already a dead body in my fucking house, from a situation that I had nothing to do with, mind you, and I was about to have a second body to bury because of this fool's bad choices. I am helping you idiots out a lot and you're pushing me to the limits, okay!? I have a lot to lose here. I have a company to run and a lot of people that are going to lose jobs if the CEO goes down as an accessory to murder."

There was only silence, as it dawned on the selfish group what they were asking of Seonghwa.

"I'm sorry." San said, not even able to lift up his head and look Seonghwa in the eye.

The latter shook his head and walked away.

"I'm leaving the house. Keep an eye on that douchebag."

The sound of the front door slamming echoed in the house, and all of you felt incredibly embarrassed. Once you got back to the living room, Jongho surprised all of you. He sat Mingi down on the couch and stared down at him.

"I'm tired, Mingi. I really am. You made those two go out into the woods to fetch a dead body, you made them scrub blood off of walls and off the floor, you made Seonghwa, who doesn't even like you by the way, he's doing this for Y/N, hide a body in his house, and you were going to kill yourself!? Are you that much of a fucking coward!? Mingi you're not 16. You're a grown man, you're almost 22, it's about time you start taking accountability for your actions, we can't baby you forever, 'cause it's getting tiring. We're all desperate here, and we have to worry about yourselves, about dead Yunho, and now about an unstable manchild. Focus on the fucking reality Mingi."

Jongho was straight-up yelling by the end of his rant, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets and face red, out of anger. He then stormed off, just like Seonghwa, leaving a very quiet and tense room.

San sighed and sat next to his friend.

"You know, he's right Mingi. Maybe should've worded it better, but you really can't do what you were about to do... You were about to screw us all over when we are risking our lives to help you. This isn't just about you anymore."

Mingi could only nod, and cry, as his aching throat wouldn't allow him to do anything else.

You sighed and stood up.

"I'm... I'm gonna go find Seonghwa, I need to apologize."

You picked up your coat from the coat hanger near the door.

"You know where he is?" San asked.

"I have an idea..."

You were sure he was back at the office. He felt comfortable there, it was a place where he could take his head off of all his worries. Also, he kept his best whiskey in his office... It wasn't very far from his house, but you were impatient, you needed some time alone with him desperately. You showed your pass to the security by the entrance and they let you through, as you hurriedly made your way to the CEO's office.

You could hear two voices chatting from the inside, you didn't quite recognize the other person, but you were pretty sure it was Hongjoong. You knocked on the door softly, ignoring the big 'do not disturb' sign.

"I- Hongjoong what the fuck didn't I ask you to put the sign outside!?" You could hear Seonghwa ask.

You heard his heavy footsteps walk closer to the door and for a second you were afraid, maybe you shouldn't have come...

The door opened slowly before you, however, interrupting your thoughts.

"My apologies but I'm currently- oh it's you baby." Seonghwa pulled you in a big bear hug as soon as he realized who you were.

You hugged him back, a little hesitant with Hongjoong seeing you two acting romantically. Seonghwa realized you were a little stiff and pulled away, then realizing what the discomfort was about once he saw you looking at Hongjoong.

"Oh, I told him... I hope it's fine. He's kind of known from the beginning."

You closed the door behind you and followed Seonghwa into his office, as you looked at Hongjoong with an 'oh really?' look, making him chuckle.

"Well I did try to call dibs on you when you got hired but he got salty about it, and then every time I made a comment about you he'd get mad. I still did it though, I knew something was going on and I wanted him to tell me." Hongjoong explained as he smiled brightly.

"Yeah yeah good times, why don't you tell them about 'wanting to bend them over your desk and making them beg'?"

Hongjoong's head perked up and his eyes widened, as his ears turned bright red.

"Seonghwa what the fuck-" He whispered, feeling a little uncomfortable in the room.

You were a little embarrassed, but also proud.

"It's fine, plus," Seonghwa got up from his chair and stood behind you, grabbing your hips in the process "they like it. They love to hear how they want to get fucked, isn't that right, Y/N?"

You pressed your thighs together and kept your gaze focused on the ground. Seonghwa gripped your jaw and forced you to look at Hongjoong.

"I- I do like to hear that..."

Hongjoong chuckled and got closer to you, inspecting your body from head to toe.

"You're one lucky son of a bitch, Seonghwa..."

Seonghwa rolled his hips against your ass, so you could feel his boner.

"Hmm, I am aren't I..."

You chuckled and decided to take the opportunity. You knew Seonghwa liked to relieve his stress with sex, and you owed him at least this much for helping you out.

"What's so funny, doll?" Seonghwa asked, curious about your chuckle.

"I was just thinking about all the times you called me a filthy whore, when you're the one practically begging to have a threesome with me and your best friend... Who's the whore now?" You teased, knowing you were pushing all the right buttons.

"Ooh, are you gonna let them talk to you like that."

Seonghwa chuckled as he gripped your throat.

"No, I'm not."

He turned you around and pushed your body against a wall, keeping you trapped by his own body.

"You know which buttons to push doll, maybe I'll reward you for that later. But now, you're going to take this cock in that pretty little hole of yours, and then you'll suck off Hongjoong. Wouldn't want him to feel left out, would we?" Seonghwa asked, with a devilish smirk.

"No sir, we would not." You replied, wearing the same smirk.

Seonghwa felt as if he was falling in love with you right there and then, he felt like he finally found the perfect match, but he could leave the sappy shit for later.

The man placed a short, but intense kiss to your lips before gripping your hair and guiding you to kneel in front of Hongjoong.

"Come on baby, show him what you can do, make me proud."

You smirked and looked up at Hongjoong, as you worked in taking off his suit pants. You slipped them off, along with his boxers, and his hard dick nearly slapped you in the face. It wasn't huge but damn was it pretty. You teased him a little, licking a long stripe, from the base to the tip, teasing the head with your tongue, causing him to groan.

"They always like this?"

"Yeah, they like to see me suffer, but it doesn't last long 'cause..." Seonghwa paused and knelt right beside you, pushing your head so Hongjoong's cock would be fully in your mouth "I'm impatient. But they like it rough."

Seonghwa sat on his desk, as he watched his best friend fuck your mouth, slowly. He pumped his cock to the same pace your head moved, and you'd soon start hearing small groans from both men.

"Shit, Y/N, on all fours."

You complied, pulling out of Hongjoong. He groaned at the cold air hitting his member, as he missed your mouth already. Seonghwa knelt behind you, and entered you very slowly. Hongjoong was about to put his dick back in your mouth, but your partner stopped him.

"Y/N, colour?"

"Green, very green."

Seonghwa smiled and slapped your ass lightly, then giving Hongjoong the green light to continue.

You had to hold off your orgasm a couple of times, as the feeling of both men filling you up and the sound of their needy moans was too much to handle.

"Do you wanna cum?" Seonghwa asked, figuring it out from how much you were clenching.

"I'm almost there baby, you can cum, cum for us."

A couple more thrusts and a spank from Seonghwa were all it took to take you over the edge. It didn't take both men much to 'cross the line' either, Hongjoong painting your face with his cum, and Seonghwa your ass. Their moans combined was something you secretly wanted to hear again.

Seonghwa picked you up, bridal style, and looked at you.

"Come on man, I wanted to kiss her." Seonghwa complained, as your lips were stained by Hongjoong's cum.

Hongjoong felt embarrassed, after coming down from the high he wasn't as confident as Seonghwa.

"Are you okay darling?" Your partner asked, brushing your hair away from your face.

You just nodded.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong helped clean you up and both got dressed.

"I guess you should go deal with the... situation."

You looked at Hongjoong with a confused face, as you zipped up your trousers.

"Situation?" You asked.

"Remember when I said I told him everything? I meant everything."

You widened your eyes once you realized what he meant.

"Seonghwa are you insane!?"

"Calm down Y/N, he's not snitching on anyone! Plus I needed to tell someone who was on my side. I was going insane with your friends constantly baying Mingi."

You sighed. You really couldn't be mad at him for it. You hugged him and kissed his cheek.

"You're right... I'm sorry I got you involved at all and thank you."

Seonghwa kissed the top of your head.

"It's fine, let's just get this over with so I can be with you."

Your bid goodbye to a (still) very embarrassed Hongjoong and left, so you could go back home and deal with the drama. You wished you could just take the car and run away, and live by yourselves until it all washed away, but it wasn't that simple. And it was about to get even more complicated.

When you got to the house and opened the door, a weeping Jongho stood over San's limp body.

"What!? What the fuck happened!?" Seonghwa asked as you and him rushed to check on San.

"I- I don't know! I left after you did" He said, hinting at Seonghwa "and when I came back Mingi wasn't here and San was on the ground. He's still breathing but I don't know what happened."

"What!? Why did you leave?" Seonghwa asked.

"Everyone was upset at Mingi for constantly behaving like a child and Jongho yelled at him and told him to stop expecting us to baby him and that he had to take responsibility for his actions, it got too much and Jongho had to leave for some air..." You explained.

"Responsibility for his actions?..." Seonghwa repeated to himself, trying to figure out what happened, and suddenly a sad idea popped into his head.

He ran into the garage, leaving you and Jongho confused, and holding San.

The man came back just as quickly, looking preoccupied and horrified.

"The body is gone."