#ensemble stars one shot

[puddii-ng]

the stamen, the pistil, and the evening butterfly ♪

[mxnaluv]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ BUILD-A-FIC ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

NEW EVENT!!!

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FANDOM LIST: Ensemble Stars, Naruto, Attack On Titan, Any Kpop Group, Demon Slayer, Mystic Messenger, Haikyuu, Chainsaw Man, Jujutsu Kaisen, Death Note, Black Butler, Marvel, Bungou Stray Dogs, JoJo's Bizzare Adventure, Sk8 The Infinity, Love and Deepspace, Saiki K, Studio Ghibli, One Piece, Obey Me, Blue Lock, Heaven's Official Blessing, HunterXHunter, SpyxFamily, DC

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numbers

FLUFF

Sunny Day

Picnic

Laying Down

City

Shopping

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ANGST

Battling

Arguing

Loss

Fear

Thunder

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SMUT

Date night

Eating

Surprising you

Help me zip this up

Too much to drink

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letters

DIALOGUE A) "What the Fuck?" B) "Oh! I remeber that! C) "I don't owe you anything." D) "I hate you!" E) "Is that what happened? Tell me more." F) "I think that was a bad idea..." G) "Poor you." H) "No one can hear you out here." I) "Isn't it beautiful?" J) "What's that smell?" K) "I wasn't being sarcastic." L) "That's my favorite ____!" M) "Why would you think that?" N) "Do you like it like this? Or this?" O) "Stand back a little." P) "Will you marry me? Q) "I want a baby." R) "You want a baby?" S) "Is this our last goodbye?" T) "Do you want a pillow?" U) "Is that real?" V) "That's not what you said last night?" W) "That's a horrible idea!" X) "Or I could ___." Y) "That's the last time I'm doing something like that." Z) "You were doing so good, what happened?"

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symbols

SETTING LIST

+ - Balcony

= - Parking Lot

$ - Grassy Field

^ - Apartment

% - Hot Springs

! - Beach

& - College

? - Bedroom

( - Mall

) - Cafe

< - Fancy Restaurant

: - Busy Street

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[mxdarling]

[“Stay still, you look so ethereal like this.”]

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅• •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

ೃ⁀➷: summary: your time in the hospital is never dull when your beloved eichi comes to visit you.

ೃ⁀➷: Word count: 564

ೃ⁀➷: Reference/Inspiration: N/A

ೃ⁀➷: Event: [200 followers event]

ೃ⁀➷: ERA: !!

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. I don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. If you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, I am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[Warnings:] bad oneshot, lowercase, maybe ooc eichi, yandere behavior, hsr dialogue line, eichi speaks in poetry and literature, eichi monologues in his head, reader lacks sleeps (and red blood cells), soft yandere, possibly inaccurate symptoms of sleep deprivation, mentions of reader's skin being more pale than usual but reader's skin is not described, reader has hair, implications of kidnapping, a little angsty.

[GN reader]

EICHI TENSHOUIN has never failed to fulfil his daily visits to your hospital, despite being sick himself and that he really should rest to boost up his health to survive the week. you protested during your first week at the hospital that he should spend his time doing work instead of visiting you, insisting you were doing fine (you were not). no matter how much you spat and lie through your teeth about feeling okay and healthy, your physique tells a different story.

your skin was awfully paler than normal, you doze off more when left awake to your own devices, your daily yawning exposes how tired you are— especially with how daily it happens.

eichi takes a seat beside your hospital bed, patiently waiting for you to open your eyes to see him. your precious sleep shouldn't be disturbed considering how your time in the hospital was much longer than the previous ones. plus, you were overworked, his poor producer, how could he have overlooked your symptoms when it was happening right under his nose.

'how could he ever make it up to you' thought the heir of the tenshouin family. as simply taking care of you isn't enough to suffice what you've gone through and suffered your health for. he has neglected you, ignored you, left you overwhelmed and stressed by duties you shouldn't even care about.

("as much as i admire your hard working nature, producer-san, i wonder if it would be better for you to.. retire as an idol producer. stay in my residence and you would be treated and taken care of suitably. free of stress and pressure, no more are the nights you'll work over time, i promise you in due time, i will take care of everything for you.")

a steady hand of eichi's reaches to a small strain of hair that covered a part of your cheek. fingertips brush against your skin, it's surface had a softness touch to it. it was a texture he wasn't all too familiar with, usually the things he touches give some sort of venom, malice intent towards him and his sickly being. if anyone were to ask eichi what did heaven felt like to him, it be the smooth touch lingering upon his skin. it's like all the troubles him and complexes him fades away until it was nothing more but tiny blurry fragments in his mind.

("a sickly tyrant and a hard-working worker, it's miraculous how much our worlds differ from one another yet somehow we intertwine more often than we could count. is our innumerable encounters result of coincidence— or perhaps the handiwork of fate itself? whatever the unknown answer may be, i'm glad i got to meet you, producer-san.")

"ah.. did i wake you up, producer-san?"

spoken in a low and hushed whisper, one you can't hardly hear if he didn't say it directly to your ear. you attempt to sit up straight only to be hit with wash of fatigue and a bad headache. eichi puts a arm behind your head to help you properly lay your head down on the pillow. with no energy to keep your eyes open, you slowly close them and drift into slumber. ("please, dear, let me nurture you back to health, just like you have for me one to many times.")

"stay still darling, you look so ethereal like this..."

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[a/n; okay this one shot ended up more soft but i think it was needed considering the other three weren't exactly soft so this is a break from the usual dark yandere lol. also i barely have a clue on eichi's character so i just spent like 1-2 hours reading eichi x reader while watching demon slayer, so very sorry for the long wait ≧ ﹏ ≦! but i do hope you like my new format cause i wasn't satisfied anymore with the old one. also thank you for requesting eichi with dialogue #17, it was actually pretty fun to write despite the difficulty and i can just see eichi saying that exact dialogue so it fit perfectly!]

[twowink]

average subaru inner monologue: (ahhh. no matter what, i'm so glad i can stand on the sparkling stage with my friends…)

average hokuto inner monologue: (i'm a worthless man who left them all behind. i don't deserve to stand on the same stage as them.)

average makoto inner monologue: (i'm a burden holding them all back. i don't deserve to stand on the same stage as them.)

average mao inner monologue: (i'm just a normal guy among geniuses. i don't deserve to stand on the same stage as them.)

average anzu inner monologue: ( 🪰 )

[punkymaysnark]

I've decided that the first gacha I'm gonna try to replace Alchemy Stars is gonna be Reverse: 1999. Looks pretty cool. Especially the haunted highway event going on.

[last-laments]

Choose your life In the beautiful rose garden

[altairs-rambles]

New White Day Campaign???? /j

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　DRESS TO IMPRESS IN REAL LIFE

matt sturniolo x reader

SUMMARY: Where Y/N, Matt's secret girlfriend, participates in the 'Dress to Impress in real life' video.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by an anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²: I added and changed some dialogs that didn't happen on the video, so the fic ended being more complete.

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The triplets were buzzing with energy, their house a hive of activity as they set up for their newest video; Dress to Impress, real-life edition. Each round had its own theme, and the first one was Summer Vacation. Y/N had been roped into joining as a surprise guest, and secretly, Matt couldn't have been more thrilled.

The boys had already pulled out all the stops with their outfits. Chris sported a chaotic ensemble: a bucket hat with panels of clashing colors, lime green slides, and denim cargo shorts.

Matt was rocking a relaxed, dad-on-vacation vibe, complete with an oversized straw hat, patterned swim trunks, and a shirt that screamed, 'I don’t care, I’m on island time'.

Nick had gone full beach prep with a striped tank top, sunglasses that were almost too tiny for his face, and a retro cooler box tucked under his arm like an accessory.

As the camera rolled, Y/N was still getting ready in Matt’s bathroom, leaving the boy's to discuss who went better between the three of them.

"Alright." Chris said, pointing a finger at Nick’s cooler. "I’m just saying, if you don’t actually have anything in there, that’s a waste of a prop."

"It’s called committing to the bit, Chris." Nick shot back, adjusting the towel draped over his shoulder. "The cooler is the vibe."

Matt, who was adjusting his sunglasses, glanced toward the bathroom door, his face lighting up as if he could sense Y/N’s presence through the walls.

"Y/N better bring it. I know she’s got something amazing up her sleeve."

Nick rolled his eyes, looking at Matt with a boring expression.

"Why do I feel like you’re already planning to give her every win, no matter what she’s wearing?"

"Because I am." Matt replied bluntly, grinning like the lovesick puppy he was.

The door finally creaked open, and all three boys turned as Y/N emerged. She had nailed the summer vacation aesthetic, wearing a flowy, tropical-patterned sundress, bikini top below it, oversized black Prada sunglasses perched on her nose, and sandals that matched her outfit perfectly. She’d even added a straw beach bag for good measure.

"Okay, Y/N, I see you!" Chris exclaimed, clapping his hands together.

Y/N laughed, grinning widely before twirling to show off her look.

"Alright, that’s tough competition. You actually look like you're ready to spend the day at your beach house." Nick gave a low whistle, his blue eyes traveling from her face to her feet and back again. "But I'd say you're in fourth place. You're ready for the beach, not for any summer vacation."

"Fair." Y/N shrugged, take a quick peak at her outfit again before looking at Matt. "What do you think?"

Matt's eyes seemed to be shining like the whole cadence of stars, wandering through every detail of her choice of clothes.

"Are you kidding? That’s... that’s so good. You look like you stepped out of a summer vacation catalog or something." His voice sounded slightly high-pitched with excitement. "Nick's just jealous."

"What? No, I'm not!"

Chris rolled his eyes, already sensing where this was going.

"Oh, here we go."

"Like, if I saw you on the beach." Matt continued, ignoring his brothers entirely. "I’d probably just pass out. That’s how good you look."

"Okay, Matt." Nick said, holding up a hand. "We get it. Obsessive fucker."

The room filled with laughter, Y/N shaking her head but unable to hide the grin spreading across her face, her cheeks heating up.

"Right, first round? I'm second." Matt declared, gesturing toward himself. "Obviously, Y/N was first because, you know, she's Y/N." He gave her a little smile. "Then Nick was third, and Chris was fourth. That’s the average."

"Yeah, unfortunately." Nick muttered, throwing his hands up.

"Well." Chris turned dramatically to the camera and pointed. "They can vote."

Nick, not missing a beat, leaned closer to the camera, his voice dripping with mock confidence.

"Oh, I already know they’re gonna vote for me. Mine’s obviously the best. Unless..." He paused for dramatic effect, raising an eyebrow. "These girls wanna sleep with Matt and vote for him."

"What?!" Matt’s eyes widened in pure shock as he whipped his head toward the camera, looking utterly scandalized.

Y/N’s eyes flicked between Nick and Matt, her lips tightening slightly trying to suppress a laugh. It was impossible not to be amused by Nick’s antics.

She knew Nick wasn’t wrong, Matt’s popularity with their audience also had to do with his charm and, let’s face it, how good he looked on camera. There probably were plenty of girls who’d vote for Matt purely because of his looks, even if one of the other boys dressed better.

Nick continued without missing a beat.

"It’s the straight man advantage! You guys..." He gestured wildly at the camera. "Are gonna discriminate against me because I’m gay, and I don't like 'yall back."

At that, Y/N couldn’t help but burst into laughter, shaking her head.

Matt, still recovering from Nick’s bold accusation, raised a hand defensively.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a second." He looked straight into the camera with that intense, sincere gaze that Y/N loved. "Just for the record, I’m completely off-limits. Completely."

The way he said it, firm and definitive, sent a wave of confidence through Y/N. Her lips twitched into a small smile as she crossed her arms, clearing her throat to contain her reactions, trying to play it cool.

Nick, however, wasn’t done.

"Oh, yeah? You really think they care about that?" He teased, smirking as Matt shook his head in disbelief.

Chris rolled his eyes, still laughing.

"Nick, stop trying to guilt-trip them into voting for you."

"I'm not doing anything." Nick replied with a wink, sending the group into another fit of laughter.

"Now, bring the runway on, boys!"

The camera cut to Chris, who had appointed himself the first to strut down their makeshift runway that started from the stairs.

He walked in quick steps before stopping in the center of their camera lens, dramatically fanning himself with an imaginary hand fan.

"Where did you even get the idea of the imaginary fan?" Y/N teased, laughing with the others.

"Shh, it’s part of the vibe." Chris replied, flipping his bucket hat backward with flair. He strolled toward the camera with exaggerated confidence, striking a series of ridiculous poses. "Yeah, you’re welcome." He said as he walked off-camera, leaving the other three in stitches.

Nick went next, cooler in hand.

"Get ready to witness greatness." He said, lifting the retro cooler above his head like it was the Holy Grail, showing it off.

"You go, queen!" Y/N cheered, nodding her head while watching him.

Nick smiled brightly, placing it down carefully and reached for the towel draped over his shoulder, unfolding it with slow, deliberate movements. Too slow.

"This is taking forever." Matt groaned, crossing his arms.

"Nick, it’s been 30 seconds. Just lay the towel down!" Chris yelled.

Nick ignored them, carefully smoothing out the towel on the floor, his face the picture of focus. Once he was satisfied, he walked down the "runway", throwing some expressions to the camera before almost gluing his face to the lens, taking his glasses off.

"Iconic." Y/N said between laughs.

"Thank you, thank you." Nick replied, bowing before dramatically kicking the towel aside as if to signal the end of his performance, his right hand fanning himself as the last act.

Matt was up next.

"Alright, let me show you how it’s done." He said confidently. Grabbing his sunscreen, he opened the cap and squeezed a dollop onto his fingers, dabbing it on his cheeks like football player stripes.

"Well, you gotta stay protected, I guess." Y/N muttered, smiling with how Chris was rooting like crazy.

Laughter escaped her lips as Matt sauntered toward the camera, showing off the sunscreen like it was a designer handbag. He struck a confident pose, holding the product up, before walking back off the camera with an over-the-top smile.

Finally, it was Y/N’s turn.

"Your move, Y/N." Nick said, gesturing grandly toward the imaginary runway.

"Alright, alright, give me a second." She said, thinking fast.

She reached into her straw bag, pulling out the pair of oversized sunglasses that she had thrown there at some point, dramatically placing it on her face. Then, grabbing a small beach towel she had tucked inside the bag, she draped it over one arm like a sash.

"What’s happening here?" Matt asked, intrigued.

Y/N strolled onto the "runway" with slow, exaggerated movements like a madame arriving at a five-star resort. Halfway down, she pretended to feel the heat, pulling an actual bottle of water from her bag and taking a sip before fanning herself with her hand.

"It has to have the fan move!" Nick applauded, grinning to the scene before being interrupted by Chris’s comment.

"Of course, I created it."

At the end of the runway, Y/N stopped, tossed her sunglasses off dramatically at the ground, and struck a ridiculous pose with one hand on her hip and the other shielding her eyes as if she was shielding her face from the sun.

"That was solid!" Chris exclaimed, clapping.

Matt, meanwhile, was in awe, hands on his head.

"Are you kidding? That was really good. A thousand points. Game over. Y/N wins. Everyone go home."

Nick scoffed.

"Matt, stop simping for two seconds so we can keep this contest going."

"I’m not simping." Matt argued, clearly lying. "I'm just stating facts."

"Shut up, Matt."

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For the Mix-Matched Madness theme, the camera panned to the boys standing in a line, proudly displaying their chaotic ensembles.

Chris was clad in a bright red varsity jacket over a striped shirt, camo pink shorts, and mismatched knee-high socks with chunky boots.

Matt decided for plaid shorts layered over one plaid pant leg, a pastel blue and yellow sweater vest, and a floppy dog-ear cap.

Nick went to a plaid jacket layered over a striped shirt with a perfectly coordinated tie, and matching sweatpants and sneakers.

"Guys, I’m clearly superior." Nick started, raising his eyebrows as he adjusted his glasses. "My outfit is actually intentional, look at this synergy! It screams fashion-forward."

Matt groaned, rolling his eyes and looking at Chris with a 'is he serious?' expression.

"Nick, you’re wearing matchy-matchy plaid in a mix-matched challenge. You’ve missed the assignment!"

"It’s ironic." Nick shot back, crossing his arms. "I’m doing intentional matching. If I were in a real runway right now, people would actually like my outfit."

Chris scratched his head, looking between them.

"Isn’t that kind of cheating, though?"

Before the debate could escalate further, Y/N stepped into the frame, causing all three boys to give her their attention.

Her outfit was next level: a bright purple sequined crop top paired with one lime green legging on her right leg and a fluffy, neon orange sock on the other. She wore a skirt made of layered, clashing floral patterns that didn’t quite match the fuzzy checkered cardigan she threw on top. To finish it off, her accessories included a leopard-print beanie - the one she stole from Matt's closet -, oversized sunglasses, and two entirely different shoes, a silver stiletto on one foot and a Croc on the other.

The boys gawked.

"Okay, now that’s mix-matched madness." Chris said, pointing at her.

"Girl, you look like you fell into a thrift store... and it worked." Nick added, looking both impressed and slightly annoyed.

"How can you still look so good while wearing... that?" Matt asked, pointing at her outfit with his hand while shaking his head in disbelief.

Y/N twirled dramatically, holding out her skirt as she grinned at the camera.

"Thank you, boys. I like to call this 'chaos with confidence'." She invented the random name, throwing a quick kiss to the lens.

Chris threw his hands up.

"Alright, I’m officially placing second now."

Nick groaned, shaking his head dramatically.

"No way. She’s great, but I’m still winning. Look at this tie!"

Matt laughed.

"Nick, your tie doesn’t save you from breaking the theme. You’re disqualified."

The scene cut to the "runway", where each of them showcased their chaotic outfits with an equally chaotic performance.

First up was Nick. He confidently strutted forward, reaching for the end of his tie. With exaggerated flair, he lifted it as if someone were pulling him forward, his face a picture of mock shock and drama, stumbling forward.

"Ey, keep going!" Chris hollered, nodding enthusiastically.

The moment he reached the end of the runway, he grinned mischievously, running his hand dramatically through his hair and tossing a sultry look at the camera before taking off his pink glasses.

"Work it, Nick!" Y/N chimed in, her laughter mixing with the chaos.

Nick turned on his heel with a laugh, sauntering back to the start and throwing a praying gesture, ignoring how Matt laughed, mockingly imitating his act.

Next, Matt stepped up, adjusting his floppy dog-ear cap before suddenly spinning it backward.

"Showtime." He muttered under his breath, earning immediate chuckles from the others. He walked to the camera with a cocky stride, crossing his arms and bending slightly to the side.

For the final move, he pivoted and moonwalked his way back to the start, nearly slipping on his mismatched shoes but recovering with a grin.

"Did you see that? Effortless." Matt declared, earning boos and laughs from the rest.

"You almost ate it, Matt." Y/N teased, shaking her head.

Chris stepped up next. And, of course, he brought drama.

"Hold my jacket." He said, then immediately shook his head. "Actually, no. The floor will."

With exaggerated aggression, he ripped off one of his red lobster gloves, throwing it to the ground with flair. The glove was followed by his belt, which he unbuckled and tossed with equal energy.

"Oh my God." Y/N looked at the camera with wide eyes.

"What is happening?" Nick cackled, practically doubling over, slapping Y/N's arm.

Chris wasn’t done. He walked up to the camera with an intense expression, holding his hands out and touching the screen, acting as if zooming in.

"Enhance." He said, squinting into the lens. Then, as if the camera wasn’t worthy, he spun dramatically on his heel, walked back, and threw off his varsity jacket mid-stride before striking one final pose.

"Now that’s how you do it." Y/N joked, looking at the camera. "Like and subscribe if you want Chris to make a strip tea-"

"Y/N!"

For Y/N's turn, she adjusted her oversized leopard beanie with a dramatic flair and tilted her sunglasses low on her nose, revealing a dead-serious expression underneath. She strutted forward slowly, dragging her stiletto along the ground for added effect. When she reached the camera, she whipped her head to the side, making her orange fluffy sock the star of the moment.

But it didn’t end there. Y/N suddenly crouched down into a deep squat, raising one hand in the air and striking a pose like she was ready to pounce. The boys immediately broke into cheers and laughter.

"Yes, queen!" Nick shouted, jumping in the place and clapping, laughing loudly.

"She nailed it." Matt said with a proud grin, nodding his head.

Y/N slowly stood, turning to the side as if the camera had disappeared, and walked off like nothing had happened.

"Thank you." She said nonchalantly, tossing her hair over her shoulder as the others applauded.

"Alright, I officially retire." Nick said, throwing his arms to the air in a surrender gesture.

"Same." Chris picked up his lobster glove from the floor, grinning.

Matt sighed, smiling at Y/N's figure.

"She’s unbeatable. Let’s not do these challenges anymore if she’s in them."

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The scene cut to the next category: Rock Concert. The boys had gathered in front of the camera, each flaunting their edgy outfits.

Chris leaned casually against the wall, dressed in all black with his bandana tied around his head. His sunglasses were perfectly placed, and a Bluetooth speaker hung over his shoulder like a statement piece.

"Clearly, I’m the embodiment of rock concert aesthetic." He said confidently, adjusting his speaker strap.

Nick crossed his arms, giving Chris a side-eye. He was sporting his long-sleeved shirt adorned with skulls and intricate spiderweb patterns paired with black cargo pants and chunky boots.

"Please." Nick retorted. "I’ve got literal death on my shirt. That’s as metal as it gets."

Matt, standing in the middle, smirked. He wore a black leather jacket over a white shirt, complete with a silver skull belt buckle and leather pants that practically screamed rockstar.

"Yeah, but have you seen my belt?" He argued, lifting his white shirt slightly to show it off. "This is peak rock concert material. I even coordinated it with my jacket."

"Okay, but who do you think the crowd would look at first?" Chris challenged. "The guy with the bandana, all black, and sunglasses? Obviously me. The speaker only makes it better."

Nick rolled his eyes.

"You look like you’re trying to be a cool dad sneaking into a concert." He teased.

"Alright, alright." Y/N interrupted from off-screen, stepping into the camera frame and effectively stealing the show.

Y/N’s outfit was on another level. She wore a black 'Bon Jovi' cropped top with silver detailing that matched the chains on her leather mini skirt. Fishnet tights peeked out from under the skirt, leading down to a pair of knee-high combat boots that added an extra edge to the look. To top it off, she wore a cropped leather jacket with studs on the shoulders and accessorized with chunky silver jewelry and a black choker.

The boys fell silent for a second, staring.

Y/N smiled brightly at them before turning to the camera, raising her right arm and making the 'rock and roll' gesture by raising her pinky and index fingers and lowering the others.

"'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars and live in hilltop houses driving 15 cars..."

"Girl, what the fuck?" Nick widened his eyes, looking from Y/N to the camera with a look that screamed 'are you guys seeing this?'

Matt laughed loudly, recognizing the song from one of the TikTok trends that Y/N had been obsessing over the past few weeks, being quick in imitating her position, and starting singing with her.

"... the girls come easy and the drugs come cheap, we'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat-"

"Okay, that's enough of that." Chris interrupted the pair, gesturing to them while shaking his head in disbelief. "So, Y/N wins."

Nick groaned dramatically.

"Let's take her out right now. I don't wanna play with her anymore."

Matt couldn’t stop smiling.

"Can we just talk about how she’s nailing this? Like, can we get her to join the band we don’t have?"

Y/N laughed, giving a mock bow.

"Thank you, thank you. Now, let's just be clear, I already won." Y/N said with a sly grin, stepping forward. "You'll all lose time if you keep discussing who's the best between you three."

"How can you be so sure?" Chris crossed his arms, carrying a superior instance.

"Because I actually listen to rock." She said, shrugging like it was obvious. "AC/DC, Bon Jovi, Kansas, Asia... should I keep going?"

Nick groaned.

"Okay, that’s true, but it doesn’t count!"

"Doesn’t count?" Y/N repeated, feigning offense. "I think you’ll find that the fact I actually know rock makes me the winner by default." She turned to Chris. "Tell me. Have 'yall even listened to ‘Highway to Hell’ all the way through?"

Chris hesitated, playing with his earphones.

"Uh... I mean." He looked at Nick. "Probably?"

Y/N laughed, shaking her head.

"Thought so." She crossed her arms. "So, I don’t need a skull belt, all-black everything, or death on my chest. I’ve got the actual music taste. Rock is in my veins, boys."

Nick groaned dramatically, throwing his head back.

"She wins. I hate it, but she wins."

"Alright, fine." Chris muttered. "But we still look better."

"Not a chance." Y/N teased, spinning in place again and winking at the camera. "This outfit screams rock goddess."

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The boys were now proudly sporting their "Zoom Meeting" outfits. Chris held up his MacBook, Matt adjusted his glasses with a goofy smile, and Nick tugged at his black tie, looking down at his bright heart-shaped boxer shorts with fake professionalism.

"Alright." Chris started, addressing the imaginary Zoom meeting in front of him. "Gentlemen, let’s get to business. As you can see, we’re all clearly dressed to impress."

"Except for Nick." Matt teased, nodding toward his brother's boxer shorts. "The hearts? A little too much, don’t you think?"

Nick scoffed, feigning offense.

"Excuse me, at least I have this tie that says I’m both professional and emotionally available. A winning combo."

Matt rolled his eyes and gestured to his own look.

"Meanwhile, I’ve got balance. Business on top, relaxation on the bottom."

"That’s literally the whole theme." Chris pointed out with a smirk. "You’re not special, Matt."

Y/N watched from her spot leaning against Matt's bathroom door, her legs crossed as she sipped from her mug of coffee that she made while waiting for them to get ready. She was dressed comfortably yet stylishly, rocking an oversized beige knit sweater that draped perfectly off one shoulder, paired with black leggings and fluffy white socks. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun, with a few strands framing her face. Despite the boys' chaotic energy, she was nailing the whole "effortlessly cool" vibe.

"Y/N, you’re way too cozy for a Zoom meeting." Chris said, pointing at her as he adjusted his loose white shirt.

"Well." Y/N said with a playful grin. "Unlike you guys, I know how to mix comfy with class. You all just look ridiculous."

Nick gasped, dramatically clutching the box in his hands.

"Ridiculous? Ridiculous?! Look at this tie! I’m the epitome of professionalism!"

Chris leaned toward Y/N, pointing at Matt.

"What about him? He’s literally in boxer shorts."

Y/N rolled her eyes, sipping from her mug to hide her smile.

"You're all wearing it, dumbass." Her eyes lingered on Matt's red boxer shorts for a moment too long. "It’s really interesting that someone would think boxer shorts are appropriate for a Zoom meeting, actually."

Matt smirked, striking a random pose.

"Are you jealous?"

"No?" She said quickly, shaking her head. "I mean, it’s not like anyone else on the Zoom would see them, right?"

The other two brothers caught on instantly, grinning like Cheshire cats.

"Y/N." Nick teased. "Are you saying you wouldn’t let your Zoom co-workers see your boxers?"

"Nick!" She exclaimed, throwing an exasperated look at him. "That’s not the point!"

Chris chimed in, laughing.

"Yeah, Matt. She’s definitely jealous. She wishes she could wear boxers to a meeting."

"I do not!" Y/N huffed, crossing her arms, though a smile tugged at her lips. "I just... don’t understand why he’d even bother wearing the shirt if he’s just going to go full casual anyway."

"It’s called commitment to the aesthetic." Matt said, walking over to her and placing a hand on her shoulder, discretely squeezing the exposed skin. "Something you clearly wouldn’t understand."

"Oh, I understand commitment." Y/N shot back with a smirk, meeting his eyes momentarily. "But let’s be honest, none of you are winning any awards for those outfits."

"Excuse me?" Nick said, pretending to be outraged. "I’m clearly the winner here."

"Winner?" Chris scoffed. "You’re wearing socks pulled up to your knees, bro. That’s not even close to a win."

Y/N chuckled as she watched them descend into a full argument over who had the best Zoom look, but she couldn’t stop her gaze from flickering back to Matt’s outfit. Something about the casual confidence he exuded - boxers and glasses - had her feeling just a little possessive and turned on.

"Alright." She announced, clapping her hands to get their attention. "If you’re all done arguing, let’s see who can really sell their look with a runway walk."

The boys' faces lit up, and they quickly got into character.

Nick was up first, confidently sliding across the wooden floor in his socks, arms spread wide like a figure skater. As he came to a stop, he reached for his boxer shorts and dramatically lowered them until they hit the ground, shouting a little "Oh!".

Matt immediately yelped.

"Nick!" He yelled before lunging forward to cover Y/N's eyes with both hands.

"Matt! What are you doing?!" Y/N laughed, trying to swat his hands away while Chris doubled over in hysterics.

"Protecting your innocence!" Matt declared, keeping his hands firmly over her face.

Nick, unfazed, quickly pulled his boxers back up and began walking toward the camera with exaggerated confidence, tugging at his tie and making ridiculous faces as though he were a real model.

"You’re unbelievable!" Chris murmured through his laughter, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Well, we've got 2 strippers now-"

"Y/N!"

Nick turned dramatically to face her and winked.

"You’re welcome for the show."

Next, it was Matt’s turn. He walked to the middle of the floor, cracking his knuckles with a sly grin before suddenly dropping to his hands and knees.

"Uh, Matt?" Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What...?" Nick added, genuinely confused.

Then, without warning, Matt lifted his left leg to the side like a dog at a fire hydrant.

The realization hit everyone at once, recognizing the movement from one of the rounds of DTI that Matt and Chris played, and the room erupted into cheers and laughter.

"That was perfect!" Chris shouted, clapping his hands.

Matt stood up, brushing imaginary dirt off his shirt with a smirk, and walked toward the camera with crossed arms, striking a serious pose like a model in a high-fashion commercial.

"Okay, that was actually cool." Y/N admitted, giggling as he walked back to join them.

When it was Chris’s turn, he shook his head with a grin.

"I’m sitting this one out." He said.

"What? Why?" Nick asked, incredulous.

Chris shrugged.

"I’m already the main event. I’ll let Y/N steal the spotlight this time."

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up.

"Oh, so now I have to go?"

"You got this!" Matt encouraged, nudging her toward the runway.

"Fine." She said, standing up and straightening her oversized sweater dramatically.

Y/N walked off the camera and took the book she'd been reading the past few days from the coffee table, walking back to the frame before delicately putting it on her head like a balancing act. She strutted confidently toward the camera, balancing it all the way, then stopped to pull out her mug, striking a victorious pose before taking a slow, exaggerated sip. The boys erupted in applause.

"You can call me Barbie now." She started, turning to the boys while opening a wide smile before pretending that her hand was a microphone. "On top of the world where I can see everything before me reaching up to touch the sky-"

"Okay, singer girl, pipe down a bit." Nick raised his right hand, exchanging perplexed looks with Chris, who was laughing.

"Okay, she wins." The youngest admitted, shrugging in defeat.

"Unreal." Matt said, looking at her with obvious pride. "You’re way too good at this, Y/N."

"Okay, okay, she wins. No one can top that." Nick nodded at Y/N. "But I think Chris gets second place in this one."

"No, I give you number one." Chris insisted, pointing to Nick while Matt just observed.

"I can't accept that. I'm just happy Matt's wearing his blue light glasses again." Nick's voice turned dramatically high-pitched, clearly imitating the fandom.

Before anyone could react to him, Matt ripped his glasses off of his face, bending it backward until it snapped, small pieces flying everywhere.

"Matt, why would you do that?" Y/N yelled, looking at him with wide eyes and open mouth - just like the other two - before pouting, looking miserably at the shattered pieces. "I liked that one."

"I don't like those stupid jokes." Matt simply replied, looking unfazed at his brothers and Y/N.

Nick and Chris kept looking from Matt to the camera and back, their expressions full of shock.

"You're going to buy another one just like that one, I don't even care." Y/N ordered, crossing her arms and looking directly at Matt, raising her eyebrows as if to say 'dare disobey me.

"Fine." He sighed. "Sorry."

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Extra - comments:

"okay but can we talk about matt literally saying ‘I’m off limits’? someone tell me what’s going on here 🤡"

"nick casually calling out matt girls for voting on matt only bc they want to sleep with him had me SCREAMING 😭"

"why was Y/N blushing when matt said he was off limits? I SEE YOU, GIRL!!!!"

"the dynamic between Y/N and matt is giving major dating vibes"

"wait, why does matt always seem to hype Y/N up just a little more than chris and nick? like, we get it, dude. she’s awesome. but tone it down, or we’ll all start connecting dots 🤨"

"as a fellow rock fan, I have to say Y/N listening to AC/DC and bon jovi automatically makes her my fave"

"not Y/N convincing matt with zero effort to do the rockstar trend with her 🤧"

"I’m not saying I ship Y/N and matt... but I also kind of ship Y/N and matt. the way he looked at her with that dress??? man, I know that look"

"matt breaking his glasses and then Y/N ordering him to buy another one and him ACCEPTING IT???? and saying sorry???? omg that's just girl boss right there 🙏🏻"

[mxnaluv]

ENSEMBLE STARS MASTERLIST

Trickstar

TBC

Fine

TBC

Undead

TBC

Knights

TBC

Ryuusetai

TBC

Akatsuki

TBC

Valkyrie

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Switch

TBC

MAM

TBC

Eden

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Crazy:B

TBC

Alkaloid

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[azrielslittleslut]

Rhys x F!Reader

Lingerie with Rhys (Drabble)

Warnings: NSFW, mostly teasing, mention of pegging if you squint

Word Count: 741

a/n: i don't know how i feel about this one... hope you guys like it!

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

You peeked around the corner of the kitchen wall, your eyes searching the room for your mate. You found him sitting in the chair in front of his brothers, his head bent down over a stack of papers as he discussed only the Mother knows what with them.

Cassian and Azriel were in the chairs closest to the kitchen, their backs to you. You had shielded your scent with your magic, so they didn't know you were there. Even Azriel's nosy shadows would be unable to detect your presence. At least that's what you hoped.

Rhys was lounging in the chair farthest away from where you stood, but he had a perfect view of the kitchen wall where you were.

Perfect. Right where you wanted him.

Rhys had been so busy with High Lord matters recently, and you could see the toll it was taking on him. He never slept or ate, and he barely made the time to make love to you anymore.

You weren't mad at him, of course, but you missed him. You wanted to do something special to take his mind off of his stressors, and you had found the perfect thing while you were shopping earlier today.

You stepped around the wall, just enough to get Rhys's attention. His violet eyes met yours, and he offered you a small, tired smile. He quickly returned his attention to the papers, his mind more than likely making battle plans or creating new trade routes.

Now, that just won't do.

With a smile on your face, you untied the sheer robe around your body, moving it off your shoulders until it hit the ground in a pile of black lace. Beneath it, you wore a new lingerie set of deep purple, one that Rhys hadn't seen before.

The bra had delicate lace cups adorned with crystals that looked like stars. It was completely see-through, and your nipples hardened as they came into contact with the chilly air. The straps were also filled with crystals, sitting perfectly on your shoulders, outlining the collarbones that Rhys loved to mark with hickeys.

The matching panties were also made of purple lace, and it was barely enough material to cover your pussy and ass. Around your stomach, you had tied a purple bow, intending for you to be a present for Rhys to unwrap as a gift for his hard work. You had paired the whole ensemble with a set of shiny black stilettos, the heels lengthening your perfect legs.

You leaned seductively against the wall, arching your back just enough for Rhys to see your ass. Rhys, you said into his mind, your voice a caress. Come to bed.

In a minute, darling. We just need to finish the last few papers. Rhys's mental voice was absolute, giving you no room for argument. But you didn't care. Not when your sleep-and sex-deprived mate was sitting there, the tension in his shoulders so tight you could see it from across the room.

Fine, you murmured. I guess I'll just go enjoy this new lingerie I got by myself.

At that. Rhys's eyes head shot up, his wings twitching as he drank in your body like a glass of water. Darling. You look... fucking amazing.

Now, you could smell the arousal wafting off him, and so could Cass and Az. "Damn, brother," the former grumbled, his nose twitching. "I didn't know paperwork would get you off like that."

Az chuckled. "It's not the paperwork, Cass," he said. "You know that scent blocker doesn't work against my shadows, right?"

Damn that nosy shadowsinger.

"What-" Cassian started, his head turning to look behind him.

Rhys snarled. "If you look behind you, I will rip your fucking head off, Cassian."

Damn baby, you crooned into Rhys's mind. So worked up. Let me make you feel good.

Rhys's jaw twitched, a sign that he was considering the consequences of giving up on the paperwork. He just needed one more thing to persuade him...

I got the dildo we were looking at, you said, already turning around to head back to your bedroom. You know, the one that you said you wanted me to fuck-

You ran as you heard Rhys's chair hit the ground, his feet already carrying him over to you. You laughed as he caught you and winnowed you to the bedroom, ready and willing to see what all you had in store for him tonight.

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Kinktober tag list: @littlest-w01f @fourthwing4ever

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[mxdarling]

[“Hurting you is the last thing I’d do, you know that.”]

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ೃ⁀➷: summary: keito is a great friend of yours, until he fucking kidnaps you out of jealousy.

ೃ⁀➷: Word count: 1349

ೃ⁀➷: Reference/Inspiration: link | link

ೃ⁀➷: Event: [200 followers event]

ೃ⁀➷: ERA: !!

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. I don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. If you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, I am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[Warnings:] bad oneshot, yandere behavior, reader is terrified at the end, kidnapping, isolation, possessive behavior, jealousy, reader gets drugged, reader gets blindfolded and tied up, tiny fluff, keito owns an apartment for (il)legal reasons (kidnapping reader), implies keito has a vehicle.

[GN reader]

KEITO HASUMI was a dear friend of yours, one you never expected to befriend due to the intimidating and hard-to-approach bearing he carries around with him. You could vividly remember how you would run in the other direction whenever you saw his moss-colored hair from a distance. Keeping your head down low and hiding in places you think he would never think twice to check, and it worked so well, perfectly even. For months, you flew under his radar unnoticed, and you were satisfied with that. You were okay with just barely avoiding him every second of the day. You wouldn't dare wish to change it; unfortunately for you, it seems he isn't too happy with it.

To him, it has now become a duty—a duty to try and find where you're hiding this time. He knows you're avoiding him, and he knows, at least, most of your current hiding spots, yet you always slip away, just out of his grasp. Like a wild goose, a game of cat and mouse, a play of hide and seek, with him being the hunter and you being the prey. As the former captain of the archery club, he commends you for being a challenging and interesting target. It has been a while since he's tested his expertise with a bow; he's confident he hasn't gotten rusty despite graduating from the club a year or so—but he wishes to confirm this by testing out with a new target, and he has the perfect candidate in mind.

Unexpectedly, it took him a little longer to catch up to you with your game of hide-and-seek with him; to say that he's impressed would be an understatement. Accounting for your slip-up in trying to avoid him, you're determined to not make that mistake again, and he's determined to make the most of that slip-up.

Weeks after your slip-up, keito seems to have gotten better at catching you. He was able to predict, most of the time, which hiding spot you would go to, what time you'd go to your hiding spot, and what route you would choose to go to your hiding spot. If he was feeling rather confident, then he would spot you in the crowd and task you to accompany him before you would even think about going there. If he was feeling sneaky, he would hide in your hiding spot before you arrived, startling you when he announced his presence out of nowhere, sometimes even scaring you before you reached your hideout place.

If this was his way of trying to befriend you, somehow, for some reason, it worked, and it worked well. Suddenly, you've just become friends with the person you wanted to hang out with the least. Even your own peers and friends were shocked and surprised to see the two of you talking casually, whether it be in the hallway or after a meeting. It was an unlikely duo—a pair that almost no one would ever suspect would happen. It doesn't help that he shows very clearly that you're the person about whom he worries the most. It's how he goes out of his way to remind you daily of what your schedule is, fixing any wrinkles in your outfit, what to do, where to go, basic needs, and regular rest. Keiko will always be the first one to ask how you have been doing.

With him always lingering around you, not a lot of people approach you since they'll be victims of his judging gaze for the whole interaction with you. He knows this and has a rather efficient method of getting potential suitors away from confessing to you or forming a closer connection with you. Still, there are some who find ways to talk to you despite the warnings they've been given by keito and other people.

He watches as you converse with this acquaintance of yours, who seems to be really, really testing his patience. Do they really have to put their arm around your shoulder? Do they not know that you could possibly be uncomfortable with that gesture being made towards you? How could a mere acquaintance of yours be this physically close to you already? If he wasn't too focused on being composed, then you would see the subtle twitch in his eye and a vein pop on his face. In coherent sentences, rationally, he's currently experiencing the emotion of jealousy. A term used when you feel unhappy or upset that the person you're interested in is paying attention to someone else.

Emotionally, he feels threatened by the introduction of a third party. It was usually just the two of you, him and you. How does someone like them, who you've only known for a few days, steal your attention from him—someone who you've known for months now? Plus, how effortlessly he was able to talk to you—he couldn't even approach you for weeks. He knows logically. Knowing him, he isn't going to sit idle and watch from the sidelines; no, too many seconds have already been wasted—he'll take care of this pesky little problem of his.

The day of your kidnapping was a clean and smooth process, and since there was no longer a wall distancing the two of you, it was a lot easier to plan than if he were to do this several months ago. All went according to plan; no hiccups or delays were made during the time to get you drugged or the time to drive you to his apartment, though in case you ever woke up due to the drug's effects wearing off, he blindfolded and tied both your hands and arms together. Just as a precaution, he didn't want to knock you out too good by overdosing you; he needs to take care of you; you're too helpless to be left alone.

You are shaking, trembling, and quivering; your heart is pumping so loudly that it's hard to hear anything else other than the irregular beats banging at your ear. You didn't even hear the sound of footsteps walking towards the room you're locked in or the door opening very slowly, revealing the culprit of your kidnapping. He stands near the doorway with no evident remorse or guilt for taking you and sealing your life away in this goddamn claustrophobic closet of his.

You took one glance at keito and looked away with fury and fright, the rage and betrayal knowing this was the work of one of your treasured friends and did this to you of all people; afraid and scared knowing he's in a position to commit anything ranging from merciful to downright cruel acts while you're in a vulnerable state. With haste, you drag your body to the farthest corner you could place yourself in, hugging your knees close to your chest, head down. You wish this was all a dream. Closing the door behind him, he takes another set of footsteps towards you—careful not to cause you any further distress. Kneeling down with one knee, he takes your chin and slowly raises your head to face his.

You look at him with overwhelming emotions, so much so that tiny droplets start to form in your eyes. For a moment, you could see a tiny glint of sadness in his eyes, though you aren't sure if you're just seeing things or if he really is saddened by your expression towards him. As an attempt to comfort you, he gently rubs his thumb on your cheeks while also wiping the tears that threaten to roll down past your chin. Swallowing down a lump in your throat, you plead with your best friend.

"P-please.. don't—don't hurt me." Your throat is starting to hurt, and your plea is as loud as silence. Due to his close proximity, he could hear every word you say. In response to your pleas, he cups your cheeks in the palms of his hands and looks at you with his eyes that seem to have softened after seeing your hurt expression.

“Hurting you is the last thing I’d do; you know that.”

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[a/n; um-, i come back from the dead, hellooo. so idk jackshit about keito LOLL god how do people characterized keito bhdhd I WAS STRUGGLING BRO, like fr i'm so scared to mischaracterized characters especially if it's people's fav😭😭 keito stans i hope i did him the justice he deserves!! ALSO PACING MIGHT SUCK?? anywayss, thank you anon for requesting keito with dialogue #19! i haven't visited the enstars community in months LMAOO so i might be a little rusty in my writing about them whoops. also last 2023 work of mine crazyyy bro.]

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Concert with a Twist

Word count: 1.2k

Pairing: Toto Wolff x reader

Summary: Y/n eagerly anticipates attending a Taylor Swift concert in Vienna with her husband, Toto Wolff. Their plans are disrupted by the concert's cancellation. Toto arranges a surprise for her.

Warnings: non

One shot Masterlist

Don't be shy to ask me for a One Shot I would be happy to write it.

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The anticipation was electric. Y/n had been eagerly counting down the days until Taylor Swift’s concert in Vienna. As a long-time fan of the pop star, the concert was a dream come true. Toto Wolff, her husband, had agreed to join her despite not being particularly interested in the pop star himself. His primary goal was to see Y/n happy, and he had been looking forward to their trip to Vienna, which would also serve as a chance to visit his children, Benedict and Rosa, from his first marriage.

Vienna was a special place for Toto. The trip was intended to be a blend of personal and professional—a visit to Vienna’s historic sites, quality time with family, and a glamorous concert experience.

In the days leading up to the concert, Y/n’s excitement was palpable. She spent hours curating the perfect outfit, envisioning herself amidst the crowd, singing along to her favorite songs. She had chosen a stunning ensemble for the evening: a shimmering silver dress that hugged her figure perfectly, complemented by elegant high-heeled sandals. Her accessories included delicate silver jewelry that sparkled under the light, and she planned to carry a chic clutch that completed her sophisticated look.

The dress was a statement piece, reflecting her love for Taylor Swift’s bold and glamorous style. As she laid out her outfit on the bed, she could almost feel the energy of the concert night. She imagined herself dancing and singing along with thousands of other fans, the music filling the air and the lights creating a magical atmosphere.

Two days before their departure from Monaco, disaster struck. The news shattered their excitement. A credible terror plot targeting the concert venue was uncovered. Authorities canceled the event for security reasons. Y/n’s heart sank as she processed the news; the concert she had been dreaming of was suddenly out of reach.

Toto noticed Y/n’s distress and took her hands in his. "I’m so sorry, Y/n. I know how much this meant to you."

Y/n forced a smile, her eyes misty. "I just can’t believe it. I was so looking forward to this."

Toto, seeing her disappointment, felt a pang of guilt. He had agreed to the trip mainly to support her excitement for the concert, but now that it was canceled, he felt a stronger resolve to make their trip memorable. The Vienna visit was important for him as well, but he knew the concert was a significant part for Y/n.

"How about we still make the most of our time in Vienna?" Toto suggested, trying to sound upbeat. "We can focus on visiting Benedict and Rosa, spending time together, and exploring the city. And we’ll find a way to make it special for you."

Y/n looked at him, her curiosity piqued. "What do you have in mind?"

Toto just smiled mysteriously. "You’ll see. Trust me."

The day of what would have been the concert arrived. Y/n and Toto met up with Benedict and Rosa, who were excited to see them. Benedict and Rosa had always seen Y/n as a good friend and mother figure, and their relationship was warm and affectionate.

They decided to make the most of their time together and explore the city. The morning began with a visit to Schönbrunn Palace. The baroque architecture and meticulously landscaped gardens were breathtaking. Y/n tried to immerse herself in the beauty around her, but the thought of the canceled concert lingered in the back of her mind. Toto, Benedict, and Rosa noticed her occasional distraction and made a concerted effort to keep her spirits high.

"Y/n, look at this!" Benedict called out, pointing to an ornate fountain. "Isn’t it amazing? The craftsmanship is incredible."

Y/n smiled and joined him, appreciating his effort to engage her. "It’s beautiful. I’ve always loved the details in these old structures."

Rosa linked arms with Y/n as they strolled through the gardens. "How about we grab some coffee and cake at a local café? Vienna is famous for its coffee houses, and I know just the place."

Y/n nodded, grateful for the distraction. "That sounds lovely, Rosa. I’d like that."

They spent the afternoon at Café Central, enjoying delicious pastries and rich coffee. The atmosphere was lively, with the hum of conversation and the clinking of porcelain. Y/n felt a bit more at ease, the warmth of the café and the company of Toto’s children providing comfort.

As the day turned to evening, they visited the Prater, Vienna’s famous amusement park. The giant Ferris wheel offered stunning views of the city, and the playful environment helped lift Y/n’s mood further. They laughed and joked, Toto’s arm around Y/n’s shoulders as they strolled through the park.

Throughout the day, Y/n did her best to hide her disappointment about the concert. She didn’t want to dampen the family’s spirits, but Toto knew her well enough to see through her facade. He decided it was time to unveil his surprise.

That evening, Y/n decided to wear her concert outfit, determined to make the best of the situation. As she slipped into her shimmering silver dress and fastened her high-heeled sandals, she felt a glimmer of the excitement she had felt before. She styled her hair in loose waves and put on her silver jewelry, adding a touch of glamour to the night.

Toto had been secretive about his plans, and Y/n’s curiosity grew as he led her through the hotel. When they reached the ballroom of the Hotel, Toto opened the door, and Y/n’s breath caught in her throat.

The room had been transformed into a cozy, elegant space. Soft lighting and a beautifully set table created a romantic ambiance. But what really caught Y/n’s attention was the grand piano in the corner and the microphone stand beside it. A pianist and singer stood ready, their instruments and setup perfectly arranged.

When the first notes of "Love Story" played, Y/n’s eyes widened in surprise. She turned to Toto, her eyes shining. "Toto, what is this?"

Toto smiled, taking her hands. "Since we can’t go to the concert, I brought a bit of the concert to us."

Y/n’s heart swelled with emotion. She was speechless as the singer began to perform heartfelt renditions of Taylor Swift’s hits. The intimate setting and Toto’s thoughtful gesture filled her with overwhelming gratitude and love.

As they sat down to enjoy the music, Y/n couldn’t help but feel a wave of happiness wash over her. She danced with Toto, laughing and singing along to the songs that had been the soundtrack to so many of her moments. The private concert turned into a magical evening, filled with love and joy.

After the performance, Y/n turned to Toto, tears of happiness in her eyes. "This is incredible, Toto. I don’t even know how to thank you."

Toto pulled her close, his voice soft. "Seeing you happy is all the thanks I need."

Y/n, still feeling the magic of the evening, leaned in and kissed him deeply. "You always know how to make everything perfect," she whispered against his lips.

They spent the rest of the night talking, reminiscing, and cherishing their time together. The evening had been a heartfelt gesture that Y/n would remember forever.

As they finally went to bed, Y/n snuggled close to Toto. "Thank you for making this trip so special. I love you."

Toto kissed her forehead. "I love you too, Y/n. And I’ll always do whatever it takes to see you smile."

[apocalyp-tech-a]

Remember in Season 1, Episode 1 Aftermath, Tech says "I am merely stating a theoretical hypothesis based on factual data?" Well, that's what I did, I made a "logical conclusion." From Lama Su coming back when we thought he was dead to the infamous "domicile," it was all factual evidence that was meant to push us in a direction of hoping that Tech would return and that CX-2 could be the way he does it. I'm not stupid, and neither are you. There's an underlying reason that I love Tech not based on just his handsome looks. I don't claim to have an exceptional mind like him and I don't intend to convince anyone that CX-2 was Tech, but I do want to explain how it could be construed through the way that character was presented as well as the possibility of Tech's return in general, that he could have been and none of us were wrong or "losers" to think so.

45 70 Reasons and more well on the way, lol...

General reasons:

*Tech is never seen actually dying.

*Hemlock being untrustworthy source of death certificate.

*The return of many thought to be dead characters in past Star Wars from Darth Maul who was sliced in half to Lama Su - the door closed on him and we thought he was getting shot by troopers only to show up alive later and this happened in The Bad Batch itself.

*CX-2 is shown walking toward the 'light' after dropping off Omega, symbolically toward a future redemption. @astrovoidy

*Height change on starwars.com

*The word 'dead' danced around on official sites and by BB employees

*the similarities to Winter soldier @on-a-quest

*the cryptic tweets that showcased reborn characters like Gandalf

*The official poster of CX-2 shows him in 'good' light. @eriexplosion AND CX-2 is shown looking up and to the side the way the original CF99 members are positioned and facing in their poster as if CX-2 is also a CF99 member

*other people in professional settings like New Rock Stars on youtube thought the same exact thing as well as casual viewers

*the large focus on CX-2, over multiple episodes

*misleading title of last episode "The Cavalry Has Arrived"

*Tech being smart enough to find a solution

*If Season 2 could be compared to Empire Strikes Back, Tech was taken from us the way Han Solo was, but Han Solo was returned so surely Tech would be as well

*no one expected a main ensemble character permadeath

*the fight with Crosshair music had hints of "Plan 99" in it

*Tech’s whole big conversation with Romar was about culture and memory, and he helped Romar restoring a data repository. Between the implication that Tech would have lost his memories and Phee saying, “Tech’s brain was the databank, not mine,” you could easily see that as foreshadowing for Tech getting his memories back. @heyclickadee

*All the little one line reminders and goggles shots up through episode twelve only serve to make the audience want Tech back. They aren’t closure, they’re reminders of his absence. [Tech never being quite mourned.] @heyclickadee

*The goggles are lit, or look like they’re lit, in every scene they’re in except the last one, which sure makes all those earlier shots deliberate. @heyclickadee *CX-2 could have killed all of them at different moments, but chose not to (shooting pilot instead of Hunter for example)

Physical and character similarities:

*the shrimp posture

*the kick in the fight similar to droid kick in S1E1

*the similar hand to hand combat style

*the shooting accuracy- ipsium cave/ plan 99

*the elegant deliberate movement especially of hands and fingers

*the animated head and body when speaking

*the helmet – even has his hairline @jorolle

*the viewfinder similar to Tech's and utilized just as often

*the pouches(!!!)

*the limberness and agility

*the confident capability

*the crouching/getting on one knee - Tech is an infamous croucher!

*the deviant nature – ignoring orders

*the technology know how

*the flying – some say the turn on Teth was a Tech Turn

*the extraness of tool/weapon twirl

*armpad like Tech's datapad @wolveria

*CX-2's ship has similarities to the Marauder @wolveria

*Tech CC-9902 / CX-2 - both end in 2 @wolveria

*We are reminded this season that Tech was especially good at decryption. What do we see CX-2 doing on Phee’s ship? Yeah. @heyclickadee

*Season two went out of its way to establish that Tech has a high pain tolerance, is a good close range fighter (he won a life-or-death fight with a guy when he had that broken femur), quick processing speed, and is an excellent shot. All skills we see CX-2 exhibit. @heyclickadee

The 'British' accent, speech inflection, pronunciation. and vocabulary (this alone is enough to convince anyone...):

'You better get back HERE." - "I know the girl is HERE."

"The fifth IS Omega." - "The girl IS alive."

"Who are you?" - "Who are you?"

"Naveecomputah." - "Neveecomputah."

"DOMICILE." - "DOMICLE."

Cinematic framing similarities:

*the limping

*the coming out of the water @lilacjunimo

*hooking the rappel hook rappelling down was like dangling off the rail car

*the boulder moving

*helmet viewpoint from CX-2 in finale, only BB members ever had that

Conjectural situations of suspicion:

*the beef with Crosshair

*the constant surviving

*the pausing when choking Crosshair

*the pausing to look at Phee

*The implications that Crosshair seems to know something about CX-2 (he wants to get out of dodge when he knows CX-2 is coming), and the intense lingering guilt Crosshair feels—and which is never dealt with! It’s still there through the finale—implying he knows or suspects it’s Tech. @heyclickadee

*“Whatever they did to you, whatever you’ve done, you’re still one of us,” offered by Rex towards the CXs @heyclickadee

*Crosshair’s character arc this season being partly about realizing that anyone can change and that no one is really beyond saving, which would have continued going somewhere if he thought CX-2 was Tech and considered him beyond saving, but then changed his mind and realized he needed to try. Notice that he does not engage CX-2 in 11 like he did in 7, and that this comes after his revelation about giving people a chance in 9. @heyclickadee

*CX-2 is even more Tech like in 11 than he was in 6 and 7. This implies that he could be starting to wake up, and that almost killing Crosshair triggered that. He doesn’t kill anyone except one of his own guys on Pabu (or Phee) even though it would make his job much easier. He even has Hunter and Wrecker in his sights and moves his aim to not shoot them directly. @heyclickadee

*Crosshair has no way to know that the CX’d clones come out different and that their identities are erased unless it happened to someone we know. In fact, there’s not reason for the CX plot to exist unless that horrific thing happens to someone we know. @heyclickadee

*The first episode of the show starts out with Hunter covering for someone who supposedly died in a fall. In fact, there are direct parallels in the lines: “Where’s the Jedi?” “I stunned him when he jumped. He didn’t make it.” vs “Where’s Tech?” “Omega…Tech didn’t make it.” I’m not saying Hunter was covering for Tech; I am saying that is the only place in the script where we see those phrases matched up. @heyclickadee

*Tech being CX-2 would have fit in perfectly with each member of the batch experiencing a traumatic loss (and regaining) of agency that correlated directly to who and how they are as people. @heyclickadee

Foreshadowing lines:

*More machine than man, percentage wise at least.

*Better late than dead.

*See you around, Brown Eyes.

*Tech's not gone.

*The operative's gone rogue.

*Romar saying he's a survivor and Tech's look at him.

*Don't go running off with any pirates or smugglers. @heyclickadee

Abandoned storyline reasons:

*The romance with Phee, surely it wouldn't be abandoned!? 🙄😡

*CX-2's death being anticlimactic

*The finale seeming rushed and incomplete

*Actors saying there were script changes

*CX-2's accent in the finale was not only not like Tech's as it was in previous episodes, it wasn't even a clone accent (wtf was that) signaling a script change

@wolveria made a great analysis here with her Tech-Genda !

@heyclickadee gave a great analysis here and also great evidence, more in comments!

@vivaislenska has a list as well with some of these points!

@eriexplosion has a great analysis here!

Having said that, here are some reasons it may not have been him:

*Too many characters coming back from the dead.

*The way he says 'clones' in Infiltration was more reg accent.

*Tech's line in the cave to Omega which "was a big one to me” in retrospect: "I am aware that you miss him, but we have to adapt and move on."

As for the intentions of the writers to either have been forced to change the script, but can't admit it due to NDAs or if they truly meant for CX-2 to be Crosshair's foil which to me was unclear, especially with all of the evidence above, I don't know. At least they could have made CX-2 talk and move like a reg. Making him talk and walk like Tech was kind of cruel on top of a cruel we already experienced in Plan 99. I am not personally attacking the writers, I still love Season 1 and 2 and most of Season 3, but I wish I knew what happened behind the scenes with this and I know I'm not the only one. I think this is the last time I'll personally address Season 3 or the finale unless to support other commentators/creators and for my own fix-it and art and writing. And I look forward to seeing everyone else's works as well and hope no one gives up this beautiful Batch or fandom as I almost did. Canon seems done with him, he belongs to us now. 💜

And if anyone has anything I missed (I'm sure I'll think of more myself), feel free to comment or reblog with that addition or a link to your own post and/or I can edit the OP to include it and tag you. Also, don't feel like you can't make your own post about this subject! But I do hope this maybe helped anyone still dealing with the 'aftermath' like me, to know you're not alone, and you did not read too much into it.

(In retrospect, I can't believe they killed him though, lol. What the kriff were they thinking!?! #too handsome to die #too awesome to die)

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My Warrior Penelope AU: 100 Lives

This is what i'd imagine Penelop's return would be like in my Warrior!Penelope AU.

The day started out for Odysseus like any other: His morning meal and water jug were brought to his bedroom. (He doesn't eat or drink any of it. He's known for the last four or five years they've been poisoning his food and drink and being careful not to accept anything not brought to him by Telemachus or a trusted servant). Then, after eating his real breakfast and being seen by a private physician, he gets his walking stick and makes his way down to the port to watch the sea, scanning the horizon for not just any signs of his wife's boat, but also for his sons return, knowing (hoping, and secretly praying to the gods with all his might) that he'd be coming home soon from his diplomatic work.

Unfortunately, his return to the palace was anything but normal. Once there, he was alerted by a servant to an issue in the main hall. He went there....and found over a hundred men all there, holding weapons.

The men's leader, Antinous stepped forward holding up a large dagger.

"Well HELLO there your Majesty. So excellent to finally meet the old King of Ithaca."

Odysseus's grip tightened on his stick the way he said "Old" King.

"Who are you? Why are you in my castle?"

"Well, since our usual methods of taking you....out of the picture didn't seem to be working, we decided to speed things up a little."

The other thugs around him chuckled.

"Don't worry. Once we're don't with you, we'll make sure your son won't be lonely....we'll send him to the Underworld to join you."

The mean all started enclosing around him.

Oddyseus snapped into action faster than they thought he could, first hurling his walking stick straight into Antinous stomach (he haldnt needed it in months). While their leader was clutched over in pain, their others all tried attacking him, but Odysseus's put what training he had from Athena into action, slipping out of the way of their bows, tripping them up so that they hit the floor hard,and even managing to snag a sword from one that he slammed the butt of into one's skull. Still, they came at him, trying to pin his arms and grab his legs.

"Hold him down! Hold him down!"

Oddyseus kept ducking, dodging and maneuvering out of their grasps, his body aching slightly from age and sickness but not slowing down.

But then....

"Father?"

He had just enough time to look and see Telemachus come in and be grabbed, causing him to freeze and find himself being captured and his arms bound behind his back by two assailant.

Antinous came up to him, glaring daggers and clutching his gut with his unarmed hand. He pressed the blade to Odysseus's throat, drawing the slightest drop of blood.

"Goodbye. Your MAJESTY."

BANG!

They all look to the door that had just been slammed open and saw a woman in worn out, blood splattered armor, her black hair going down to the back of her knees. Tied to her waist were a set of twin Labrys and strapped to her back was a set of bows who's tops glittered silver like stars in the sky and a spear and shield that looked as of they were made of bone. The helmet on her head was as gore splattered as the rest of her ensemble, but through one of the eye sections, they could clearly see one eye practically glow red with rage.

"What.....are you doing....to my SON!?"

Odysseues's heart skipped a beat, recognizing both her voice and the bow in her right hand.

"Penelope....?"

The woman then saw Odysseus and her rage only seemed to grow.

"What....are you doing...to my HUSBAND?!?!

Antinous pressed the blade closer to Odysseus's throat.

"Stay back you whore, or ill-

His words were cut off by the labrys that impaled his skull.

"ENOUGH."

Faster than any of them could react, she slung and shot three arrows into the skulls of the men holding Telemachus, dropping them to the ground. Then she did the same to both of them holding Odysseus hostage.

The queen then slung her spear off her back and, in a burst of speed, rushed into the crowd and impaled six men cleanly on its blade.

"100 lives i'll take!"

She then hefted one assailant near her into the air and snapped his neck.

"100 lives, i'll BREAK!"

Multiple men tried surrounding her and she untied her second labrys and swung it in a crescent arc, beheading all of them.

"And when I kill you, then our pain is OVER!"

She smashed ones face into a pillar so hard, his skull shattered under her fingers.

"You're dying HERE and NOW!"

She saw two trying to open the door and get out and she notched two arrows and fired them directly through their skulls.

"Escape is NOT allowed!"

She then turned to the remaining men around her.

"You won't live through this day, now DIE!"

She hacked.

"Die!"

She slashed.

"Die!"

She smashed.

Die!"

She stabbed.

"DIEEEE!"

Eventually, the men were all dead, and Penelope's armor was even more covered in blood than before. She let out several harsh and angry breaths, her weapons shaking and dripping in her hands.

".....Mother?"

Penelope slowly turned around to see her son looking at her, his expression certainly shocked but not...afraid. Not yet.

She slowly reached up and, took her helmet off.

"Telemachus.....".

"Penelope..."

She then turned to see the love of her life, slowly approaching her, her heart squeezing and racing at the same time.

"Odysseus...."

Slowly he approached her....and then pulled her into a hug.

Tears began leaking from both their eyes.

"Odysseus..."

"My wife, you're finally home!

Telemachus slowly came over and joined in to.

Despite the blood, despite the death, despite the tears in all their eyes...they were a family again.

(The text that's indented is meant to be the characters singing rather than talking.)

[ploppythespaceship]

So to absolutely no one's surprise, the new Section 31 movie is quite bad. Critics are tearing it to pieces, and rightfully so. As IGN said, "Section 31 will infuriate Star Trek fans and bore everyone else." And... yeah, that's about right. I don't know if it's the worst Trek movie ever made, but it's certainly in one of the bottom slots.

This post has no major spoilers, but I am putting it under a cut because it turned into a long rant.

The core problem here is the cast. It's an ensemble piece consisting of characters ranging from mildly boring to actively irritating. There's no depth or interesting dynamics at play here. Just a bunch of characters trying to be zany and edgy.

Which brings me to the next issue -- the tone. Basically, this movie wants to be James Gunn's Suicide Squad, but it doesn't understand the careful balance needed to pull that off. It wants to be the edgy, gritty Star Trek movie where people get to murder and be bad, while also having wacky side characters that get to joke around. The result is that half the cast feels like it's in a gritty drama, and the other half feels like it's in a bad comedy.

To emphasize how bad this issue is -- the very last line of the movie is a yo mama joke. No, I am not kidding.

The pacing is pretty bad. You can tell that this was conceived as a miniseries before being cut down to a 90 minute film. The whole thing feels choppy and uneven. They spend too long in some sections and then not long enough in others. At one point halfway through, I literally said out loud, "Oh that's where episode one would have ended," because you could practically feel the entire film switch gears.

We also don't see enough of Georgiou and San's relationship, which the climax sort of hinges on. All we get are flashbacks of them pressing foreheads together in a backlit room, saying that they're one.

This either needed to be stretched back out to a full miniseries -- which probably still would have been pretty bad -- or it needed to be drastically reworked to better suit its runtime.

The style is also absolutely all over the place. It's trying to emulate something like Suicide Squad or Guardians of the Galaxy, but with a laughable incompetence. The first scene left me gaping in awe of how terrible the editing was. There are so many badly placed cross-fades, extended establishing shots, weird almost-music-sequences that aren't willing to commit... then other scenes will just be filmed normally. If they wanted this film to have its own distinct style, they needed to fully commit to it, and make that part of the story's core identity. This just feels like they tacked things on without fully understanding how to actually utilize them.

And the QUICK ZOOMS. This might be a weird thing to fixate on, but I genuinely felt like I was losing my mind. This movie would not stop doing quick zooms, on everything, for every scene. You'll be watching two characters exchange quiet, calm dialogue, and the camera just keeps cranking in closer to their faces. It's just another stylistic choice that they're doing without any real understanding of why.

Perhaps most irritatingly, this movie fundamentally misunderstands the concept of Section 31. First, they just don't get the most basic premise of the organization they based their entire movie on. A Starfleet officer is an official part of their team, expressly there to serve as their Federation oversight. Excuse me?? Did you watch a SINGLE previous Section 31 episode?? The entire point of this group is that they exist beyond official oversight.

But even worse, I'm not sure these writers understand that Section 31 are the bad guys. One of Georgiou's lines is, "Section 31 is just the place for officers who bend the rules, never quite break them, until they do." The final scene has Garrett fondly calling Georgiou a "bad bitch." And the team doesn't really do anything all that morally questionable -- they all just crack terrible edgy jokes the whole time. In this movie, Section 31 genuinely is just Starfleet but edgy, and it pisses me the hell off.

Genuinely, the utter misunderstanding of Section 31 is one of my least favorite things about modern Trek. I really hope this movie's reception will convince them to just shelve the group entirely for a while.

I do think a decent version of this movie could have existed. Cut the entire side cast to have a tighter focus on a trio of Georgiou, Alok, and Garrett. Georgiou and Alok have a similar enough backstory that they could develop a really interesting dynamic with more screentime. And Garrett can be there as the Starfleet officer who stumbled into the situation against her will, and tries to maintain her moral compass while also recognizing that drastic action is needed to defend the Federation.

Then you could actually explore the meaningful differences in morality between these characters. Touch on the core themes of what Section 31 was originally meant to be. Do the ends justify the means? At what point have you gone too far? And with Georgiou specifically -- is it even possible for someone like to her to seek redemption? Can she truly earn it?

Instead, we get a bland movie that isn't interested in exploring any deeper meanings. It just wants to be an edgy Star Trek version of Suicide Squad. And that's a damn shame.