#i love when hes angry like he dont even need to shout its all in the face

[sunwarmed-ash]

WIP Thursday/[Sinful Sunday post??]

hey so im gonna be taking time off writing for another job all next week so I'm posting this so you have something to read. DONT WORRY Sinful Sunday will continue, I'll just be busy this sunday and next making that capitalist coin!

This may turn into a fic, it may not. I wrote it right after I finished QAF for the 36th time.

Tags: Angsty steddiegrove, sex work, HIV+ character, violence

"Where do you go at night?"

Steve and Eddie are lying on Steve’s bed smoking weed when Steve asks the question that will inevitably change the course of their relationship, their future, forever. 

"What," Eddie asks, trying and failing for aloof. He thought he had been so careful. 

“You sneak out, every night. Where do you go, when you leave?"

Lying is the only probable next course of action. If he wants to keep Steve in his life that is. The truth will sever everything they once had. 

“Dealing doesn’t exactly fit a normal 9-5," Eddie says. It’s a half-lie. 

"You were selling drugs in Lafayette at 3 in the morning? Do you think I’m stupid," Steve snaps.

Eddie’s entire body flashes hot with the amount of detail in that accusation.  

"What? No! Wait, how did you- hang on, have you been spying on me?"

"Answer the question Eddie!"

Eddie feels cornered, and that’s never a good place for him to be. Because when he feels trapped, he lies, and he can’t stop. He will say anything to cover his ass, even if its just to survive to see another minute. 

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you..."

Steve scoffs at Eddie’s attempt at self ownership. 

"Why can’t you tell me, Eddie? I mean, after everything we’ve been through!”

Eddie bites into his tongue. He wishes it was that easy. God, does he wish it could be that simple...  

“i can't, not with everything baby. I'm sorry.” 

“Why not?” Steve demands and now he’s angry. His eyes are lined with tears and Eddie can feel the beginning of the end coming like an approaching storm. 

“Because you won't love me anymore.” 

It’s the truth. And Eddie hates to even hear the words out loud. Because its gonna hurt so bad to hear it twice. From Steve’s lips. The soundbite will live with him for eternity. 

“Isn't that for me to decide,” Steve objects. 

“You've already decided.” 

Eddie remembers the shit Harrington pulled on Wheeler when she hurt his frail male ego by just existing in the same space as another man. He remembers the hateful way Steve spits the word ‘whore’ because he associates it with his father and all of his sins. It’s how everyone says the word. Like its poison in their mouth. 

Slut. Hooker. Whore. But that's what Eddie is. Until he can find something that pays better. Because he has to eat. He and Wayne won’t survive an Indiana winter without heat. And after Eddie was banished and then half-heartedly rewelcome into a unstable healing community, no one in Hawkins treats him the same. Weed sales have dried up. No one wants to hire him for any job. Not even the mechanic shop down the street that is desperately understaffed and Eddie is overqualified for. So what the hell else is he supposed to do? Wayne just turned 68. He shouldn’t need to work 12 hour shifts just to barely support the kid he didn't ask for in the first place. Eddie never should have been his burden. So this is Eddie’s way of giving back. Pulling his own weight so he didn't feel so much like a goddamn freeloader all the time. But could Steve understand that? Steve wasn’t stupid, but he also wasn’t, lets say as morally flexible as some other people.

"I can't- do this Eddie... If you’re going to lie to me." Steve says and one look into his eyes and Eddie feels what's left of the tie between them sever. 

"I'm not lying," He insists but its a half truth at best. 

"You're not telling me everything, that counts," Steve all but shouts. 

"You don't tell me everything."

He referring to whatever the hell went on between Hargrove and him two years ago. Eddie and Steve arent the only people different after an apocalypse. Their previous heated rivalry has all but burned out. So has Hargroves own personal brand of anger. They move around each other like chess pieces, always conscious of the others movement to limit interactions at school. But after school? Eddie’s seen Billy’s camero parked at Harrington’s more than it's parked in the trailer park. 

"That's different Eddie,” Steve huffs, scoffs as he pushes his hair back. “and you know it."

"How, how is it different Steve?" Eddie’s never brought it up before tonight. Eddie’s never been one for exclusivity, why the hell should he expect Steve to be?

"It doesn't involve you, or us. This does."

"Right,” Eddie scoffs, “Well, for argument's sake, it is safer for you not to know. For both of us."

Steve is silent for three beats too long.

Here it comes. 

Eddie can’t look at him. His face goes numb before the words can hit his ears. 

"Then you have my answer Eddie.”

It still hits him like a slap in the face. Steve’s done with him. And it hurts so much more than he anticipated it would. 

Eddie knew it was only a matter of time. He knew what Steve wanted in the end, and it was still someone more like Wheeler. A sweetheart. A family. Nothing Eddie can guarantee. Eddie doesn’t have much to say in his defense. So he doesn’t. 

"I'm sorry Eddie,” Steve, obviously uncomfortable in the silence, speaks again. “This is just, too much for me right now.”

"Okay,” comes out of Eddie’s numb mouth, even if it's the complete opposite. 

Eddie knew a clean break now would eventually be better than enduring their relationship fizzling out slowly. But it doesn't mean the inevitable failure of one more relationship doesn't hurt.

-two months later-

“Munson?”

Eddie blinks, of all the people to find him, here, he didn't think it would be Californian transplant, and fellow trailer trash bad boy Billy Hargrove from Hawkins. He just wants to disappear into the pavement. 

Eddie’s feet move to sprint, but Billy’s lighting reflexes catch him before he can. 

“Where the hell are you going now, Eddie?”

Eddie rips away from him. He hates the way his name sounds out loud. He hadn’t felt like ‘Eddie’ in weeks. He’s barely felt like anything. More like Nothing and no one. A nameless face in a sea of sex workers, businessmen, and bar patrons that he cycled through every day. 

“It’s none of your damn business,” Eddie spits, though it doesn't have much venom. He doesn't have the energy. He's sick, he’s cold, and he’s so fucking tired. He still has two more clients he can’t blow off tonight if he wants to have a prayer at ever getting unburied under his last hospital bill. Billy Hargrove and Hawkins and all that past shit is his lowest priority.  

“People are worried man,” Billy says, stopping Eddie from taking more than a step away. “Wayne especially. Don't you give a shit about him?”

Now Eddie is pissed, because who the fuck did Billy Hargrove think he was, telling him about what he should do? Talking to him about Wayne. As if he understood a goddamn thing about their lives! His anger flairs up his cough that only aggravates the pneumonia-scarred tissue and then Eddie’s coughing so hard it nearly knocks him over. 

When Billy moves close to ‘help’ Eddie slaps him off. 

“Everything I’m doing is for him! You don’t fucking know shit, Billy! How could you, you're just a kid!”

And while Billy was 17 and Eddie was 6 months into his 23rd lap around the earth, he felt so much older. His tragic sequence of life events had aged him decades. He’d be lucky to make it to 24 at this rate. 

Billy watches him curiously, putting together pieces Eddie doesnt mean him to. 

“Why did you take off Eddie?” 

“Why do you care?” Eddie doesn’t really think it's concern he sees in Billy's features. 

“Wayne doesn't have anyone else. You scared the shit out of him when you left.”

“Oh and what, you two are bffs now,” Eddie asks bitterly. 

Billy shrugged. 

“We've been spending a lot of time together, yeah.”

Eddie scoffs wetly. Fantastic. Now even Wayne has his own Eddie replacement. A better, nicer son. If Wayne didn’t need him anymore, well, he didn’t have any more ties back to Hawkins. He should be relieved, but instead he just feels empty. Forgotten. Unwanted. Billy had said people missed him, but the only name he offered up was Wayne’s.  

Eddie sniffs up the tears threatening to spill and reaches into his jacket. He takes out the seven hundred dollars and change he’s managed to squirrel away after his last AZT prescription refill and holds it out to Billy. 

“What is this?” Billy looks at the wad like its poisoned, and well, he's not entirely wrong, it's certainly dirty money. But its still green. And that’s all the world runs on. And speaking of money, the man he was currently scheduled to suck off is honking at him from across the parking lot, eyeing Billy with violent intent. Eddie needed to move quick before this escalated. 

“I’m not coming back. T-To Hawkins, I mean. I can’t, so I need you to give this to Wayne for me. Can I trust you to get it to him?”

Billy finally takes the money, counts it, and then his jaw drops. 

“There’s over seven hundred dollars here Eddie.”

“I know,” Eddie sighs dejectedly. “It should have been more but,” but you got stupid and believed some pretty, coked-up twink instead of following your gut. And now you get to live with the weight of that decision, forever… “It doesn’t matter. Just, please make sure he gets it. It should cover the next few payments on the trailer.”

Billy looks at him for a long time. 

“What the hell have you been doing Munson?”

Eddie scoffs before the car horn across the street blares loud, startling him right out of his skin. 

“Nothing you want to know about. Just please make sure he gets it, and knows, I’m sorry. For all of it.”

Billy’s eyes lower suspiciously. 

“Why does this sound like a goodbye?”

Eddie shrugs.

“Because it has to be.” Eddie can’t feel anything below his neck anymore. The honk is starting up again. He’s really pushing his luck now. 

“Eddie, come on,” Hargrove begs and why does it sound like he’s actually pleading? Billy’s never had a nice word to say to him or Steve. And now he’s gone for what, a few weeks, and his enemy wants to become best friends? He doesn’t understand this plotline. He’s ready to get out of it. 

“I’m gotta go, Billy. Please, look out for Wayne.”

Eddie leaves the very next minute and sprints across the street, just narrowly avoiding being hit by the semi that blasts his horn.

[heavensmortuary]

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[freshxsturniolo]

im sorry - chris sturniolo x femreader

summary : in which you and chris get into your worst argument yet, to the point you think its all over.

warnings : angst, arguing, fluff.

"do you think you should maybe, slow down?" your friend whispers from the side of you as you finish yet another vodka soda. you wipe at your lip as a small bit of the liquid missed your mouth and turn to her, hitting the glass on the table a little harder than intend.

"my relationship is as good as finished. no. i need another." you say. a sentence that just a few weeks ago would have had you sobbing, but now just made you angry.

you had promised yourself that you would never let any man treat you like you were worthless. you'd never simp for a man so hard that you'd be crying in your bed alone. and yet chris sturniolo had ticked every box.

he was your sweetheart. the first person to show you what true love was. but your too different personalities had finally hit heads. you arguments over the last month where harsh. unforgiving, almost. and yet you still stayed. both of you did.

but tonight had been different. you hadn't spoken in two days, despite living in the same house. he preoccupied himself with work, which was understandable, and you preoccupied yourself with everything but his presence. but when his brother and your best friend nick asked you both over dinner to talk to each other, you world had shattered.

"can you both please just talk this out? i dont know the extent of your argument but this is becoming unbearable."

you had looked at nick with a sorry expression on your face. you did feel bad, the triplets had been more than nice enough to allow you to move in and you hated the hostile feeling you were both bringing to the house, but when you looked back at chris, his eyes on his plate, and he shrugged, you felt your heart in your throat.

when he uttered the words. "i don't think theres anything left to say anymore", your world broke.

you stood up from your chair immediately, a silence around the table that was unbearable, and you kept your eyes trained on your boyfriend. but he didn't look up. you nodded, before you looked at both nick and matt, there eyes on you in a sympathetic glare, and you gave them a smile before you removed yourself, running down the stairs and out into the fresh air. you couldn't even summon tears.

so you headed to the bar. you rang your friend, who was there in a flash, but you were five drinks down by that point and you had no plans to stop.

"you're being ridiculous" your friend said now, holding your wrist and dragging you down as you went to stand up, you stumbled back into your chair and she gave you an eye. "you both need time to cool off."

you scoffed. "cool off?” you say again, looking back towards the bar.

"where is nick? or matt?" your friend says now and you shrug.

"have they not text?" she asks.

"nick followed me out" you say, remembering back to just an hour ago.

the anger that surged through you when hit the fresh air and out into the driveway was unbearable. this had been going on for too long, you yourself could admit that. argument after argument after argument. but for chris to not even look at you, and utter words so heartbreaking in the presences of his brothers without speaking to you privately? you felt embarrassed. angry.

“y/n” you heard nick shout when you were only half way down the driveway, and you turned to him immediately. you were angry but you weren’t going to take it out on him. he was your best friend. he had seen the hurt in your eyes even though you had tried to push it down over the last two days of silence between you and chris.

“please, come back in” he had said, and you give him a sympathetic smile.

“i need to walk this off, nick” you say, and he sighed when he finally reached you. you held out your arms immediately and he was bringing you in for an embrace within seconds.

“do you want me to come with you?” he had said, and you smiled.

“be there for chris”

“what he just said to you in there was uncalled for. matts with him, i want to be here for you”

you smiled. “he’s your brother. and i think he just broke up with me. he can act the tough guy all he wants, i know he’ll want you” you said.

he didn’t tell you but nick was in awe of you. he could see your anger and your upset, could see the way you didn’t know if to scream or cry, and yet your resilience in that moment he thought was admirable. you were completely unaware of the conversations that were happening in the house after that moment whilst you were now sat with your friend, but for the time being you didn’t care.

your friend let out a sigh as you finally scrambled out of her grip, declining your offer of a drink you were going to buy her as you walk across to the bar. it was busy, and you were already swaying from left to right as you used the bar to steady yourself.

“what’s a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?”

your head whipped up at the sound of the voice. a man you did not recognise leant against the bar at the side of you, his eyes looking you up and down. you knew instantly there was nothing sleazy or untoward about him. his aura gave off nothing but positivity, so you cracked a smile.

“oh, you know. just letting my hair down”

he laughed. “no boyfriend? or girlfriend? sorry, i don’t want to assume”

you smiled. “boyfriend.” you confirm. “no, hes -“

and there it is. the hurt hits you. you look up at the man who's smiling at you, already stepped back an inch after you had told him you had a boyfriend, and the argument springs up again.

"hes not here." you utter, before a laugh escapes you. where was he? you grab your phone from your pocket, no messages having coming through. you think back to the way it was nick that chased you out the door, and not him. and suddenly you feel sick. you look at the man stood in front of him and you utter a sorry before you turn on your heel, heading towards the your friend who's sat watching you from the table you were just at.

"i need to go" you say, and she looks at you for a second before standing up.

"i'll take you" she says. you nod, unable to even thank her with the surge of emotions that run through your body. you had jumped into an uber on the way here and your friend had driven, clearly knowing she wasn't going to end up drinking with you. really, she knew you wouldn't last long before you wanted to head home, so to her this was planning out exactly as she imagined.

you reach the outside of the bar, just a small one not even 10 minutes from the triplets house and the fading sunset hits you, you can feel the lump in your throat. your friend grabs hold of your arm as she pulls you down towards the street and to her car, but when you're half way there she finally speaks to you, noticing that your energy has shifted ever so slightly since being outside and the LA sunshine hitting your skin.

"are you okay?" she asks, and you look away from the skyline to her. and you laugh.

"no. no im not."

she gives you a sympathetic smile. "you're angry, i can tell. but i feel theres more too it. please dont give up on each other."

you nod as you reach her car, climbing into the passenger seat as she unlocks it and gets into the driver side after ensuring you're settled. she gives you another smile before she pulls off into the street, and you try your best to calm down. there were so many things you wanted to say to him. you wanted to scream at him. you wanted to cry at him. you wanted to ask him where it had all gone wrong.

youre so submerged in your own thoughts that you don't even realised when you pull up outside. you jerk your head up and let out a loud sigh, before looking to your friend.

"do you need a minute?" she says. "you look like you're going to cry. dont let him see you cry."

you smile as you reach over and give her a hug. "im okay. i'll be okay. thank you, so much."

you get out of the car and shut the door, double checking your pockets for your belongings. you could tell you were drunk, it had been an hour since you stepped off the driveway and ordered an uber to the bar and you'd drank way too quick, so you gather yourself as your friend drives off. taking a deep breath, looking up at the sky as the darkness finally sets in.

when you feel okay enough, you let out a large breath before turning on your heel, making your way up the drive way. you dont know what you were going to say. you were angry. you were hurt. and you feared when you did see him, you'd finally break down.

reaching the door to the house you unlock it slowly and quietly, needing a few more minutes before you saw anyone, but when you heard the three of them upstairs, you let out a breath. you're not sure what they're talking about, but you can make out the mumble of chris' voice and you turn on your heel, heading towards your shared bedroom, quietly opening and closing the door behind you.

when the door clinks shut, you lean against it, letting out a sigh of relief. but it hurts. you're drunk. you're feeling everything at once and the tears flow. pulling your hand over your mouth to muffle any noise, you make your way to the bathroom.

but he's heard you. the door opens, and his voice fills the room.

"baby" he says. and you snap.

spinning on your heel, you move your hand from your mouth. you know you look a mess. fresh tears on your cheeks. hair in a messy bun. you feel embarrassed that you'd even gone to the bar looking the way you did but in the moment it felt right.

chris' eyes widen when he sees you.

"fuck. baby -"

"baby!?" you spit. "baby?!"

and you see his adams apple move as he takes a gulp.

"please don't-"

"don't what?!" you spit. you take a deep gulp as you compose yourself, wiping under your eyes to take away the tears. you didn't want to argue. you didn't want to cry. but there was something inside you that was raging. "don't what, chris?"

"listen to me, please" he says, and walks over to your, grabbing at your wrists, but you pull them away immediately and head towards the bathroom. he's close behind you. "im so sorry, baby. im so so sorry"

you spin around immediately, and he accidentally walks into your chest. you take a slight step back at the side time as him, and your breath is harsh. "sorry? for what, chris? for talking to me like a piece of shit in front of your brothers? for ignoring for me the last two days? can you even remember what we were arguing about?"

"no but-"

"but what?!" you say, and the tears are falling again. "but what, chris? do you want to break up? do you want this to end? because thats what it sounds like to me and i'd prefer for you to tell me privately that in front of your brothers, because-"

"stop it, y/n. stop it!" he says, and he grabs at your hands again, but you pull them away, stepping beside him to reenter his bedroom. but you come to a stop. because you don't know where to go. you need to have this conversation. you know you do. but you're drunk, you're hungry, you're all of a sudden irritated and overstimulated.

so you cry. again. and you spin around to look at him as he to reenters his bedroom. he's crying to.

"please, listen to me" he chokes.

"i dont-"

"baby, stop it." he says, and he rushes right over to your side, taking your hands in his. you pull them away again, but this time he doesn't accept it.

"fuck, you're killing me." he says, and this time he grabs your wrists, pulling them up and stepping forward, trapping your arms in his hands in-between the both of yours chest.

"get off me" you say, but you don't mean it. you're angry but the first bit of physical touch from him in 2 days feels electrifying.

"no." he says, and you sniffle a cry before looking into his eyes. they too, rimmed with tears. this close you realise that they're too raw, and his lips are too swollen to have only just started crying.

"have you been crying?" you whisper, and he laughs. only slightly, but its a laugh, a smile appears on your face to.

"i love you." he starts. "I know that much is true. i dont know what the fuck has happened to us but i fucking love you. so much it hurts sometimes actually. i think thats why I coward away when we do fight. i cant handle it, y/n. i cant handle when you look at me when you're hurt or upset, it's easier to walk away and let us both cool off. and i know thats wrong, fuck nick and matt have just had my life about it, and im sorry."

you look at him. searching his face. his hair. feeling his hands and body on yours.

"why do we even fight, chris?" you ask now.

"i dont know, baby."

"am i too much? was moving in with you too much?"

he shakes his head immediately. "no, god no please dont think that."

you sigh, and he finally removes his hands from your arms. you take a step back, sitting on his bed, and he comes to join you.

"im so sorry for what i said earlier. i was being stubborn." he says, and you laugh slightly.

"we both were, chris. two days of ignoring each other."

he laughs too, and he places his hand on your thigh. you don't flinch away, but you don't reach for it either.

"do you want to be with me, chris? tell me the truth. because i can't keep being hurt like this. im not blaming you, either. its me, too."

he turns slightly to look at you, and you can see the genuine panic in his eyes. "if you were to break up with me, i dont know how i would survive. i mean it. i dont know why i said what i said earlier. embarrassed maybe, that nick had mentioned it. embarrassed i had let it carry on for two days. i dont know. but i know im sorry. not just for that but for all the times we argue."

the tears have brimmed in your eyes again and you let out a small smile, finally bringing your hand to his.

"I think we are both incredibly stubborn." you start. "and easily hot headed. and you're a social butterfly when i sometimes like to chill."

"i know" chris admits.

"but i love you, so much. i shouldn't have ran out earlier." you admit, and chris shakes his head.

"no. i shouldn't have let nick run after you. it should have been me." he says.

"its okay." you say now.

"do you forgive me?" chris asks, and just his face alone, his beautiful yet saddened face, makes you want to cry.

"yes. and you me?"

he laughs. "yes."

you chuckle, and then you finally lean in, his lips on yours. arguments were normal, you had to remind yourself that. but deep down, you loved this man to death, and he you.

when you finally pull away from your kiss, your first kiss in days, chris grabs your face in his hands. "im going to marry you, one day."

you heart jumps. "that so?"

he nods. "i already told nick and matt."

"when?"

he smiles. "when nick came back and gave me an ear full after speaking to you outside. he told me what you said. the way you were angry but you knew i would want him to be there. and it just blurted out."

you smile, a sense of relief washing over you.

"because i love you, dumbass. even if you do get on my last nerve sometime."

he chuckles, pressing his lips against yours.

"you stink of vodka" he mumbles in your lips, and you smile.

"im celebrating."

he pulls away, giving you another eye. "celebrating what?"

you chuckle. "my man wants to marry me one day." and you crash your lips against his once more.

[jyoongim]

IM OBSESSED WITH ALASTOR X VOX!SISTER READER! (also hi its pixie again lmao)

ok so i was thinking that since vox!sister reader is a “pampered princess” because vox has the power and money to give her anything, alastor does the same! so after a day of hanging out with alastor and shopping and stuff, vox!sister reader goes back to the vees tower wearing red (alastors color, while her clothes r mostly blue to match with vox) vox immediately gets reminded of alastor seeing her clothes and he gets rlly angry and jealous and stuff, and ofc since alastor is a cocky little shit, he makes a broadcast for vox to hear to tell him how much of a good time he and his sister had to piss him off even more! :3

I enjoy writing Vox!sister with Alastor. It brings me joy knowing Vox is just gnawing at his wires knowing Alastor and his baby sister are a couple in very sense of the word hehehe~

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You loved when Alastor took you shopping. Through you could and did have anything you wanted thanks to your brother, it was nice that your lover still chose to spoil you just as much. Today you were out buying a whole new wardrobe and decided that you were in need of a new color scheme. You always wore blue. It was your signature as Vox’s sister and a color you declared only you could wear. But as of late, you strayed from the comforting color to a more fiery palette. 

“I’m home!” You shouted even though you knew your brother already knew you were home. You had your assistant bring all your bags in and you heard the familiar zap of Vox entering the common area. “Finally! I thought I was gonna have to-what the fuck are you wearing?” Vox growled. You smiled and spun around “isn’t it the cutest!? Never thought of myself as a red girl but this color is gorgeous!”

Vox screen glitched. You were wearing red and black. Your usual blue completely gone and replaced by the radio demon’s colors.

”You spent money to look like that fossil? Sis we just finished your closet like last week”

You pouted and shrugged “A few different pieces dont hurt, besides I think its cute to match with my boyfriend”

That’s right how could he forget that Alastor was dating his baby sister.

You skipped to your room with your bags and began to reorganize your closet. Again.

Vox growled as he rubbed his screen.

His antennas buzzed at the change of frequency and his mood became even more sour as Alastor voice filtered through.

”Salutations wayward sinners! I just had a wonderful time with my girlfriend. You lot might know her as the Voxtech pampered princess. Yes yes i know what you’re all thinking…” 

Vox eye twitched.

”me and the little lady had quite a time shopping today. That darling is a looker I tell you, she can make anything look good. My those hips and legs really know how to make a man sweat” Alastor laughed.

”Anyway you might notice the Vees tower slowly changing. I think red is a lovely color and so do my darling.Maybe be on the lookout for a new design change folks. After all blue is such a dull color hehehe”

Vox was fuming.

”I am so going to kill him”

[mariahcarreyyy]

Hii!!! CONGRATULATIONS ON 2K! I love reading your work, it’s always amazing 💕

Do you think you could write something with this angst prompt “lashing out even though they know they will regret it” for Oscar ? And maybe he is the one lashing out?

# prompt no.7, lashing out even though they know they will regret it

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Sometimes, Oscar wishes he could scream at everyone who calls him unbothered.

He wishes they could see him now, irritation coursing through his veins, mixing with his blood like water and oil; he wishes they could witness the dark cloud looming over his muscular frame, following him and more ever-present than his own shadow; he wishes they could cower at the sight of the scowl on his face, nose scrunched in distaste at all times.

The results of his race had been enough to send him over the edge. A less than satisfactory eighteenth, and it echoes bitterly in his head the entire race debreif.

Lando squeezes an encouraging hand on Oscar's shoulder as they both walk out of the papaya garage, and Oscar can't bring himself to do anything but send Lando a shaky smile.

A prolonged car ride, and a few hours later, the driver twists the doorknob of your shared flat. Oscar's shoulders visibly drop, leaving the remains of a bad race on the floor and letting his body (mind and soul) rest.

"Osc? Y'home?"

Your voice cuts through the silence, and Oscar wants to punch his own gut at how his jaw clenches at the sound. Relax, he reminds himself. But Oscar can't—he knows he can't.

Because the residual pounding in his head is making him wince; he's sweaty and shivering; he's famished and cannot bear the thought of food; he's put off by the sight of you before him and he wants to be cradled in your arms, too.

It's all too confusing for him. Oscar decides being angry would be easier, flow smoothly against his tongue. He almost forgoes his plan when his brown eyes meet your pity-laced ones.

"Hey, baby," you murmur, hesitantly reaching up to cup his cheeks. "I'm sorry, 'bou—"

Sweet nothings die in your throat when Oscar swerves away from your touch, wincing distastefully. Seemingly refusing to look at you, his eyes dart anywhere but the comfort of yours.

"I don't need you to baby me," Oscar grits out, his hips swaying to glide past you and the crestfallen look on your face.

"Oh," you bite the inside of your cheek, hands flailing helplessly to your side and watching him pad against the cold floors. "Okay, uh. There's pasta on the stove if you're hungry."

Oscar pinches his wrist. The thought of tangible pain seemed more comfortable than the guilt gnawing in his heart. Still, Oscar laments, you are too nice; I'm cruel now, and you shouldn't be this way towards me. He refrains from turning around when he hears you audibly exhale shakily.

"M'not hungry," he shouts again, slamming the door behind him without looking back.

Without looking at you.

authors note. i dont like this honestly i feel like its very ooc bcs i dont see osc lashing out a lot. i made him feel guilty idk if that helped. en e wayz enjoyy xx

[coriphallus]

A little rant on patch 6 and the implications for bg3's future

Okay, bear with me for a sec its gonna go somewhere eventually. My first bg3 run (thats spammed here on this blog) i played ascended astarion/dark urge romance where i picked the reject bhaal and become the absolute ending.

as it was my first playthrough on release i was vibrating off mt seat and i didnt really have elaborate HCs or anything, i was just doing a quick evil run until the bugs get sorted out. i didn't think much beyond "yes this dude would want the shiny stones for himself"

first time i saw astarion enthralled, i was confused. he asked me to do it, he was quite insistent on it since the beginning of the game. i was confused for a couple of hours, digesting the entire game i just played. Then it hit me; the game was calling me out. it was telling me ive been stupid for not having seen this coming and at that point i felt awe.

it was right, everything pointed to this, it was right in front of my eyes all i needed was to connect the dots that the game laid out quite visibly and i was just too caught up to see.

'well my durge would never do that' didnt matter because thats exactly what the companions thought. Gale thought the powers of an insatiable weave wouldnt corrupt him, that he'd stay true to himself, shadowheart thought shar had blessed and her she'd guide her, that she could be her true self under her influence, astarion thought he'd be free, that he'd cherish the bond he'd made with the player but at the end of the day power reveals; and when that power is acquired through the corpses of thousands its quite evident that Absolute power corrupts absolutely. IT WAS IN THE FKIN NAME.

it was a shining bait i was so focused on getting my hands on that i didn't look back to see the mountain of corpses i had to step on to get there. the game was telling me 'HEY LOOK AT EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE TO GET HERE, LOOK AT WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE OTHERS WHO THOUGHT THEY COULD ACHIEVE THIS, DO YOU THINK YOU'D HOLD HANDS AND SING KUMBAYA WITH YOUR FRIENDS AFTER ALL THIS?'

just as there was never an option where frodo could stab saurons flaming eyeball and sit on his throne with the ring on his finger and sam at his side, there was never an ending i could get my 'happy ending' the way id like it to. i wanted frodo to remain in middle earth and have some peace in the end, i didnt understand how he was 'too changed' to remain and sam wasnt when i first read the books. i was angry even, that i didnt get what i wanted. it wasnt like tolkien haphazardly put together an ending out of his ass bcs he didnt know what to do with the characters, its not that he didn't think while writing that the fans would hate it, he wrote a story that achieved its catharsis by reaching its narrative conclusion. it couldnt have done that any other way. it was deliberate. i may not have understood or agreed at the time but it was the story he wanted to tell, and it wouldnt be one of the greatest stories ever told if the writer wanted to please a 10 y/o like myself.

it was never out of character for my durge at all, i was just blissfully avoiding the NARRATIVE.

months later we get this absolute narrative abomination:

and all i can say is im worried.

im worried bcs this is a clear disrespect to the story they've written, im worried bcs if they can do off with huge plot elements and beats such as this just like that it shows a lack of commitment to their own plot and if a huge Point of the game can be treated like a minor mistake than what else can? was is just a lack of oversight that laezel gets killed under vlaakith? can it be waved off if enough vlaakith loving gith players come together and shout loud enough that they want to ride alongside their queen with their gith gf?

what part of the game is tangible to hold on to, and after two years worth of patches that are made to appease the fans at the expense of the story, will it still be the game i fell in love with?

i dont blame the fans for wanting, i blame the devs for delivering. that they could sacrifice the integrity of a pretty straightforward story bodes ill tidings for the future of this game.

yes i wanted this feature, but i was glad i wasn't given it. i may have been confused and slightly miffed that i didn't get to reign supreme with my evil bf, but i immensely respected the game that could call me out on it. i wish they could show the same respect to their own writing.

[scekrex]

HIIIIII<33333333 i fucking love your Adam x reader fics ,im DYING to read more of them, so here is what we all love and crave

Adam x overlord reader. When reader found Adam after the battle, bringed him to his place with the garden etc, Adam lives here. Reader likes Adam and flirts with him often, trying to get closer to him. Adam, tho he would never admit it, likes reader back and plays along. Reader is also a very chill guy, so Adam feels surprisingly comfortable around him. He treats Adam as a equal person, not as some high-stated bitch who everyone need to bow to. As months pass, they are getting closer and closer, their relationship grow. But tho Adam likes reader alot, he still sometimes thinks about heaven, about Lute, about all he had left behind. Its not the same, down there. But this topic gets pushed aside whenever it pops up in his mind, cause he has his boyfriend(?) who loves him and gives him protection from all the sinners that want him dead. But deep inside Adam has that little hope that Heaven will send someone to get him back (tho they prob dont even know he is alive).

Meanwhile Lute was pleasing Sera to let her go down and look for Adam, who she belives is somehow alive. Sera eventually lets her and Lute comes down to hell and starts to look for Adam and ask everyone who she mets where he could be.

After these few months, once as the two enjoy spending evening together, they hear a ring to the door. They come out to that balcony and see Lute standing in the middle of the garden. She calls out to Adam to come back with her. Adam seems excited that his hope and his lieutant didnt let him down. But reader doesnt want to let Adam go. Adam complained from time to time that "what if heaven forgot about him and accepted the fact he is dead" And also reader knows Adams past from Eden. And suddenly reader switches from a chill guy to a serious manipulative persona. He starts to tell Adam things like "and it would take them so long to get you back? They dont really want you there", also mentioning how Lilith and Eve left him before, to hit Adams weak point. Adam, shocked by his bf suddenly mood switch and his serious harsh words, knowing how he have been acting in heaven, doesnt even realise the act of a fucking cruel, possesive manipulation and gives in, shouts at Lute to fuck off and he wont get back where nobody truly wants him. As they get back into the room, Adam from angry comes to sad and curles up into a broken, depressed ball of misery. Reader hugs him, gives him comfort, saying shit like "noone will hurt you anymore if you stay here with me" (still manipulation) while Adam totally breaks and starts to cry, feeling that he will never deserve a perfect live he was meant to have when God created him, that hes worthless and ruined himself

I need to see Adam switch right from his usuall confident, loud persona to a wet sopping cat, crying his eyes out in a sudden mental breakdown pls

You can change smth if smth bothers you, i know you will make it fucking fire as always i live for your writings<33333

I decided that this will not be part of the Bird of Hell's Paradise story bc that story is too soft and comfortable to add manipulation to. Reader is an overlord in this one, but it's not explicitly mentioned.

We'll be together, forever, we'll never ever part

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, kinda toxic behavior, manipulation

note: not beta read bc fuck you

Before Adam there had been loneliness and coldness, before Adam, there had been long nights and even longer days, before Adam there had been a lot of things and all of them were negative.

But having an angel roaming your halls certainly was not what you had planned for your life in Hell, but said angel definitely brightened your days - even though he was a - well let’s call him a special case. Adam wasn’t at all like the angels portrayed in stories, he was rude and harsh, respected no one but himself and the brunette loved to cause chaos on top of it all.

But to everyone’s surprise, the brunette angel settled in somewhat nicely once he realized that Heaven would not send their angels to bring him back, he even got used to having you around. Well, maybe the wording ‘he got used’ isn’t entirely fitting, Adam even enjoyed your company, sometimes he specifically requested it - when he was playing guitar for example. The first man was keeping you on your feet and moving at all times, that was for sure and if you were being honest, you didn’t mind it. It was a nice change from your boring, lonely life in Hell.

And even though Adam had everything he needed and wanted - you very obviously made sure that the angel never missed anything - you knew that he wasn’t doing as well with his new life in Hell as he pretended. Adam was a loud and cheerful guy, so when he went quiet for longer, of course you noticed. There was nothing you were capable of doing to help him through those times - he was simply homesick for Heaven. When things got really bad, you were even able to catch him praying before going to bed, praying to the creature he called father to bring him back, to send him Lute who would escort him back to Heaven, straight through the pearly gates without any complications - but that wasn’t happening. Every being had their reason to live in Hell, even Adam.

“Adam?” you asked with a soft voice, wrapping your arms around the first man’s torso from behind as you leaned your head against his shoulder blade. The man in your arms flinched at first, he had been lost in his thoughts and your touch caused him to snap right out of it. A slightly confused “Huh? fell from his lips before he looked over his shoulder to spot you. The confusion in his eyes was overplayed by an emotion you couldn’t name and the usual grin Adam somehow always managed to shoot in your direction laid on his lips. “Can’t get enough of me again, huh you shithead?” His words were teasing and not the slightest bit serious which caused you to chuckle softly. “You seemed lost,” you answered instead of agreeing with him, knowing damn well that his ego was already huge - bigger than Adam’s body.

Adam grumbled words you weren’t able to understand, then turned away and stepped away from the hug you had offered him. He didn’t want to talk about it - again. And that probably bothered you even more than the fact that he longed for Heaven’s pearly gates. You were fine with Adam having hopes and dreams, it’s not something you would be able to take from him, even if you wanted to, but he never talked about it. The only reason why you were aware of the Eden incident was because of the bible - Adam never talked about anything that involved his past, at least not about the negative things. What you did know was that he missed his band mates and playing gigs with them and that his lieutenant seemed to be a crazy bitch he liked a lot - not in a romantic way but rather in a platonic way, maybe he saw her as some sort of little sister, you weren’t sure.

You sighed as you watched Adam go. He needed time and you would not deny him that.

-

Lute was walking up and down in Sera’s office, explaining her detailed plan on how they would get Adam back - she hoped it would be quite easy because Adam never actively fell, he had never truly died. So technically there was still divine blood pumping through his body which would let him cross the pearly gates back home. Sera sighed at Lute’s idea, rested her head on her hands and watched as Adam’s former lieutenant never stopped walking.

“Lute,” she interrupted the exorcist who stopped in her tracks to look at the tall seraphim angel, Lute clearly had not expected Sera to interrupt her. “We can’t bring Adam back, he is gone,” she explained as the seraphim slowly got up from her chair and crossed the room to face Lute properly. The white haired woman was not having it though, she stood up for herself, “You’re wrong.”

-

It was only a few hours later that Lute flew through one of the shiny golden portals and landed right in front of your house. She knocked against the door quite loudly, even kicked and slammed her shoulder against it, “Adam!”

You turned your head as you heard an unfamiliar voice calling out for the person of your desire and watched as Adam rushed over to the balcony. What the fuck was going on and who was calling for your lover? You followed Adam with heavy steps. Once you stopped right next to the tall and loud angel you wrapped your arm around him as you looked down only to see a woman you had never seen before - she appeared to be an angel too and you instantly feared for the worst.

“Lute!” he yelled back and was about to jump off the balcony to get to her, but you stopped him by tightening the grip on his hips, a little confused he looked down at your hand, then his eyes met yours, “Y/N?” he asked quietly so his former lieutenant wouldn’t hear. You immediately knew you wanted him to stay with you, there really was no way you would ever let Adam leave again, not when he was very much able to stay with you for the rest of eternity. And it wasn’t that you weren’t aware of how wrong that seemed, but it had been long since the last little toy that brought you happiness and joy, so you would hold onto Adam for as long as possible.

You simply shook your head and pulled him a little closer against your side, “If they truly want you back, then why would it take them so long to come and get you?” That caused Adam to close his mouth and he seemed to genuinely think about your words - he came to the conclusion that you had a point.

“C’mon Sir,” Lute yelled up at the balcony where you and Adam stood, “We’re going home.” Unsure eyes roamed over your body and you could feel that Adam waited for you to say something, you were right after all, why would Heaven wait so awfully long to bring him back? The expression on your face was blank and your usually soft sounding voice turned bitter and cold, “She wants to take you from me, Adam. She wants to separate us like Lucifer separated you from your past wives.” And that caused Adam to freeze, he slowly backed away from the railing of the balcony. “Darling, she could have taken you back ages ago, yet she waited - for what though? She seems to be out for power and she realized that you are the only powerful thing she can possess and get away with at the same time, all while she can stay in Heaven,” you hummed as you backed off alongside Adam, slowly guiding the golden winged angel back inside.

“Fuck off, you can go back to crawling up Sera’s fucking ass, I ain’t coming with you, cunt,” the brunette in your arm yelled and flipped the smaller angel in your garden off. A victorious grin appeared on your lips, your plan was working out just fine.

The door to the balcony fell shut and you heard how Adam crashed down onto the couch, he laid there, face buried in the soft fabric it was covered in and his wings were tightly wrapped around his body to isolate him from his surroundings. He looked so miserable, so helpless, so lonely and you hated seeing the usually loud angel so quiet. Your voice softened a little as you sat down next to Adam, you had forced him to stay simply because you wanted him to stay, now the least you could do was to lure him into the thought of protection and a good, bright life.

“Hey now,” you mumbled quietly as your fingers combed through Adam’s soft brown and messy hair, pushing it out of his face - his face which was still pressed against the couch. Your other hand gently moved up and down Adam’s back and when you heard the brunette sigh, you knew you had him wrapped around your finger just fine. “Noone will hurt you, not if you continue to stay with me,” you hummed, the tone you spoke in remained soft and calming and when you saw how Adam lifted his head to look at you, your heart did shatter a little.

His eyes were red, slightly puffy and his lip was quivering. The first man moved his head from the couch to your lap, pressed his face tightly against your belly and cried - it was the first time he was showing so strong and overwhelming emotions. His nails dug into your sides as he held onto your waist to keep you close, to feel you under his hands and to keep you from leaving like everyone else did, he wanted you to stay just as much as he wanted to stay with you.

And the worst yet best part of it all was that the brunette hadn’t even noticed how manipulative your words were, let alone your soft, comforting actions. He was yours through and through and there was nothing in this world - Hellspawn or Heavenborn - that would ever separate you from the brunette man crying against your belly.

[samalong1]

How to survive being Gluskin's brids

Tw mentions of childhood sa,abuse,nsfw,and gluskin being gluskin

Ima write fluff for him after

-he's in control period he needs to be if he's in control nothing can hurt him or you

-dont challenge this doing something small will send him into a rage with thrown furniture and smashen plates and if you did something really bad in his eyes your face

-laughs at any mention of truama he may have "oh darling you and your worry" he'd coo brushing it off denying it but his first of rage of his power being slightly taken down and the sobbing he'd do in the locked bathroom not wanting you to see him "be so womenly" as he'd say and deny him ever doing so

-never bring up therapy not after murkoff not if you want your neck to be bruise freed and not having things like whore shouted I'm your face he already escaped he isn't going back even if its healthy therapy he so desperately needs

-just be a good lil house wife wearing his 50's themed dresses with a tight chinched waist and bright heels

-if you want his comfort his hugs and praises to be wrapped up in his arms safe from his rage on his lap as be absently plays with your hair on the couch while he sings that dreaded song you'll just gave to submit to be his helpless lil wife

-he's constantly ogling you he loves his darling wife figure every curve and bump on her skin but really being able to grab and grope you makes him feel so strong and powerful able to bend you to his will

-he'll love dressing you like your his 1950's house wife prancing over in your low neckline tight waist dress with the cute patten sleeves and the long hem that twirls so gracefully with you as you take off his work jacket as you kiss his cheek so happy to have your protector and provider back home as your proudly tell him what roast or casserole you made so lovingly after dinner

-whats his job oh he'll just laugh "oh it isn't a woman's place to worry just know it gives us enough" he'll say proudly proud to provide for his family

-outside of work when he isn't constantly hovering over you singing songs and making sexist remarks as he rubs your waist while telling you how much he loves your child bearing hips he'll be in his office making you more dresses with bright colours and playful patterns his favorite being fruit ones of your lucky you can catch a glimpse of him making a lovely button up dress with a flowing skirt covered in a lemon pattern under the bright yellow ribbon while your cherry patterned dress hung off you while you wipe your hands off on your apron from doing the dishes

-only a peak though as he open the doors briefly he'll see you trying to Leer in and would chuckle and pat your head "such a impatient minx so excited for your husband spoils" but he'll always keep the door closed he hates being watched as he works that's what would lead to him being preyed on as a child when he was coloring or doing homework on the dinner table

-though sometimes he'll grow frustrated saying be can't get the shape and design to elevate but not overpower his wife's beauty but your starting to believe it's more sadistic from how his eyes gleam with how you jumped or yelp when pricked with a needle or how hungry his eyes were when there was a prick of blood as he comforts you scolding his big clumsy hands he loves the comforting you even if it's from his own mistakes or abuse it made him feel big

-also the possessiveness he has scared of the life he always dreamed of and daydreamed of his darkness moments scared some animal undeserving of the wife he sculpted to be perfection would be torn away

-because of that all his dresses will have his name sewn inside the hem to determine any dirty dogs who managed to lift it

-not like you ever manage to go out alone he'll say something sly like "what husband will I be letting a vulnerable minx like you put you need your husband to protect you" its somewhat true but he'll also be giving any man who glances at you the dirtiest angriest glare while his arm wrapped around your waist tightened so scary that the poor teenage cashier didn't dare make eye contact

-though sometimes when he's out at work you'll go out not wanting to wait till the evening to go out and to likely be turned down eith how tired he is from work and how he just needs his wife's cooking and a good foot massage

-one time you got caught when his work let him out early and he was wager to drive home and enter his wife's embrace

-you can't escape his yelling and insults and grip so tight on your wrist it'll bruise but if you simply look down and flutter your eyelashes even after his smack and being called a whore and just tell him that you wanted to get something for dinner and it couldn't wait he'll ease up and blame your woman drive to care for him to overlook your saftey

-if you want to Amp it up just whine and nuzzle into his hand that just hit you and say that you felt nauseous and thought that you finally may be pregnant and you coudnt wait for him to get a pregnancy test and that you also wanted to suprise him it'll quickly put you in his tight embrace and his cooes forgiving you as he goes to clean your wounds

-speaking of kids app sex will have some breeding undertones saying how he'll fill you with his seed and how goof of a mother you'll be

-it's not just cause he so desperately wants a family or a breeding kink but to him it gives the filthy whoreish act meaning and makes it a beautiful step to creating his legacy unlike past acts as a child

-also constantly being called a whore one time you wanted extra good wife points you dressed up in lingeri and the whole time he was slamming into you he was calling you a whore for seducing such a good man like him

-but after he'll grumbled under his breath about you never doing it again

-after sex he'll do his best for aftercare gently wiping you clean and kissing you softly and praising how good of a wife and hopefully if it takes a good mother but you need to praise him

-tell him how good he did and how good of a husband he is and how happy you are to have him and how you love his loyalty just praise sex is vulnerable even more to him and he needs to feel safe after and during

-because of this never try to be a top or play a more dominant role any ask will get you a dangerous glare and a flat out no and if you do something that he sees as you trying to take a lead like riding him and other things it'll instantly stop and he'll get up and go to the kitchen to open some wine accident or not give him space and apologize for acting so whorish and praising him even more

-don't ever try and take the lead without him knowing in a drastic way (not just cause of lack of consent on his part) but as soon as his arms or tied or blindfolded he freaks like in the beginning of whistle-blower screaming and kicking till the restraint is off and the moment your in his line of sight his hands are suffocating you and things hit the walls shattering if you survive you'll forever be labeled a ungrateful whore in his eyes and if he manages to control his urge to string you up to the ceiling like in the gym you'll be locked outside without a word

-short case don't

[ncis-onyoursixboss]

Gibbs and you have an argument

Summery: You are tired of gibbs coming home at 12:00 and jusy going downstairs to work on his boat, so you mention it and when he starts to deny, you blow up a little. What you did not expect was for the words he said to fly out of his mouth.

Being the wife of gibbs ment that you sometimes had to wait an additional 3-4 hours for your loving husband to get home. Even then, sometimes he would sit in the basement for hours at a time, only coming up to get dinner when you forced him too. Still, you composed yourself and delt with those nights, always willing to tell him that you married ALL of him, even his flaws. However, this past month was different. The entire month he had been home super late, barely eating, working on that damn boat, and never even spoke to you. It got on your nerves. How could he ignore you for an entire month before realizing it? Thats why you tryed to find a way to slip it in before he evaporated, stuck working on the unfinished boat.

"Love, i know your busy but i need to talk with you." You said softly, gaining some confidence as he seemed to be better then yesterday.

"Not now (Name) im busy, you know this." He responded, just as cold as the few times he would respond to you as of late. He continued to move around, grabbing some things for his long trip downstairs.

"I know, i just wanna ask if maybe you could take a break? You have been overworking yourself, its dangerous." You continue explaining. "Besides, maybe some time with your wife would help relax-" but you were quickly cut off by an annoyed tone.

"So you just want attention?" He asked as he stops moving and stares at you. You let out a shallow breath and shook your head.

"N-no, well, kinda but thats not why i am worried. You have been this way for a month, you work till 12:00 and then come home, and go right downstairs, you only come up once and thats too get your plate to take back downstairs!" You start to get louder as you get angrier that he hasent noticed his own scheduale.

"Im trying to save lives! Are you questioning me?! My job is serious and cant be wasted eating dinner and playing family!" He shouts at you, face growing a shade of light red, showing how angry he really is. You stagger backwards, shocked he would blow-up in such a way towards you.

"What are you saying Jethro?" You ask, worried for your relationship.

"IF YOU CANT HANDLE ME, FILE FOR A DAMN DIVORCE! I CANT WASTE MY TIME WITH YOU!!" He screamed towards you. Loud enough for the whole block to hear. You shook lightly and felt your eyes gathering tears. Gibbs stared at you, almost like he was waiting.

"You want a divorce..?" You asked, so meakly, it almost broke him. He had realized what he said. He just told the love of his life, to leave. He pushed you away. He hurt you. He broke all his custom vows, in 2 sentinces. You turned around and sobbed your way back to your "Shared" bedroom.

If he really wanted you gone, you would leave. You would do anything to ensure his happiness. Even if it ment destroying you in the process.

You grabbed a duffel from inside your closet and put it ontop the bed. You walked back to the closet and grabbed clothes, stuffing then inside. You didint need much, just enough to stay with Dinozzo for the night. You and Tony had been close friends for years before he introduced gibbs to you. You knew he was alone tonight so you figured you would go there. If he couldent take you, you would to to a hotel or maybe abby's.

"What are you doing?" You heard from the doorframe behind you. You turned to see gibbs standing there, wide eyed and with his eyes watered up. You smiled softly while still crying.

"Im going somewhere else for the night, I should be back tommorow, if you still want the divorce by then, i'll file it ok?" You said. Thats when he broke. He started to cry and hugged you, not wanting to let go.

"P-please dont, im so sorry, im sorry, please, dont leave me, i didint mean what i said i swear." He stiffled through small sobs. His feelings were not what you expected.

"But you said-" however he cut you off by kissing you roughly and messily, the same slightly chapped lips in play.

"Im sorry, please stay, i'll take a break, ill get rid of the boat, just, stay." He begged. You nodded and he shoved the duffel off the bed before picking you up and placing you in. He turned out the lights, climbed in and spent the rest of the night holding you, being afraid if he let go, he might lose you forever.

"I love you, Jethro"

"I love you too"

[supermaks]

i'm dying for the part 2 of the essential max verstappen races i've watched all the first 10 (teenage crime era) and now i need the rest!!

✨💘 part 1 💘✨💎🧨🌠part 3🗽🎯

Brazil, 2019 In part 1 I said Max always stunted in the US, but like both Americas have a crush on him. People like to yap about his 'luck' and how 'lucky' he is. Max bends luck to his favor with a crowbar if he has to and this race proves that. also shout out to Hannah she’s BEEN the best CS in F1 fr 🌻

Austria, 2019 yes honey, that Austria, 2019. First Honda powered win for red bull and it came on the back of a cracked out prancing horse. Lestappen had angry sex in front of 200000 orange shirts and we just let them

70th year anniversary GP, 2020 Set the scene: for 2020 mercedes has put thee most competent driver of all time behind the wheel of a Boeing 707. They say it's a car but its an airplane ok. So every race is basically like 2 hour long british orgasm ASMR. This one tho, this should've been the beans and toast equivalent to Beyoncé at the superbowl. This should've been their Homecoming. They got 2 races in the calendar for the 1st time, it's F1's birthday, Lewis is driving a commercial airplane, it's happening during peak covid because their prime minister is insane, period. They had it all. Except, it was kinda warm out. And Max Verstappen noticed. Whole british empire vs one man's inability to not be the moment. Guess who won

Emilia Romagna, 2021 emilianos first victory of his maiden title year , and a race I remember watching and thinking. oh okay. so it’s time. With Max, even as a baby fan of both him and Lewis, I was always kinda like, waiting for the dog fight. And finally, lil bro has the car. Everything else was already in place. If u do watch my dumb list in order, which I recommend u do, u can actually c him get ready for 2021 over the years. His starts, and especially this one, become flawless, he has somehow learned how to manage his tires and dominate races in lesser machinery ((we dont talk about it enough. max has won races every single season he's driven in f1. every rbr car he's ever had, he got it home. that's a shooting star fr. thats a once in a lifetime.)) , he's patient, and still uncompromising, still unflinching. He's ready. We were not tho lmfaooo

Zandvoort, 2021 baby boys first home gp win. a lovely lil watch to feel warm and fuzzy inside and also just like watch him be the best driver on the grid at home

Russia, 2021 p20 to p2. Max in the rain, u already know wtf is going ONNN. A race for the GP girlies. SOOO so dope to watch a driver and an engineer orchestrate a comeback of that level in real time. A true privilege and I mean it wholeheartedly. I think GP and Max are soulmates like professionally. Also literally the funniest thing in the world when they're pulling into their lil positions after the race and my fav old man Lewis does a double take like that better not be who I think it is 😭

USA, 2021 listennn. it's 2021. I can't mention Max without mentioning Lewis. They took each other to realms of racing that F1 didnt even remember existed. When I tell u these bitches were 40 seconds ahead of everybody else. 40 seconds. In 2021. But yuh, the blond one set a purple sector with like 100 lap old tires to defend that win. 2021 was just very kind to the Circuit. Sexy sexy race

Jeddah, 2021 well if he's just some guy why does his pussy pop so severely. 😐 No F1 driver will ever serve cunt the way Max served cunt in Jeddah. Driver of the day for no reason other than pure fucking headassery. They said u can't move the culture by losing and that white man said hold on. That quali lap almost put a child in me. I am so sorry

((lil bonus from Zandvoort, 2022 like shut up imagine doing this to lewis hamiltondfmsnfksdlkjf))

Japan, 2022 2nd title win. And fittingly so, he would've lapped the whole field if the race had been completed in its full distance. 1 second faster than everybody else, still improving at the end. But its his recovery at the start that I wanna highlight here. On a wet track, awful conditions, mf sent it outside of t1 around sharl, not because he had to, not because his championship was on the line, but because he could. He went for it, no hesitation. Nobody else would go for a move like that. First, because they wouldnt be able to do it. Its an overtake that requires a control of the car that is left to the Hamiltons and Verstappens of this world. U put a wheel wrong and you’re done. Second, it just wasnt worth it. Rb was a rocket anyway, he would've gotten the lead back eventually. But that is not who Max is. Max refused to give up the lead for even a second. It has nothing to do with having a dominant car, its about racing. Max will always, always go racing. And I love him for it.

ty for reading 💝 I hope that u can return to these races again and again and find joy in watching our fav public enemy number one do his thing. He’s very good at it

[ghostlysenses]

I was wondering if you could do a part 2 to the waiting fanfic cause I just read it and I neeeeeed quackity and tommy to go and confront Karl and Sapnap cause I feel like that would be sad and angsty at the same time

if you don’t want to that’s fine but I really just need to know what would happen

😘💕

oh?! Id love tooo!!

Why weren’t you there!!!

Tw: Angst, Confrontation, go read part 1

Quackity abruptly stood up, tears still streaming down his face, fists balled up in anger “I need to find them tommy…”

Tommy looked up at him, he had no idea what to say

“do you uhh, want me to come with…?”

Quackity had thought about it, he doesn’t think tommy can help with this, its a family matter after all, so instead he said

“How about you stay here, gather all of her things and take them back to Los Nevada”

Tommy nods, and with that Quackity leaves

It took him awhile to find them both, but eventually he found it

Kinoko Kingdom

and looked over it with rage

it filled him head to toe

~~~Meanwhile, with Tommy~~~

Tommy had first removed your corpse and had buried it right next to your Papas house

He then went back and looked through your room

He found old photos

he doesn’t think this family will ever look that happy again.

He starts putting things in boxes, well whatever isn’t overgrown by nature

~~~~Back to Papa!~~~~

As Quackity stepped up to them, looking like he was ready to kill, sapnap and karl stared back

“Quackity? what are you doing here” Sapnap

“Did you forget something?” Quackity asks

Both of his ex lovers stare in confusion

as he takes out a frog key

“Do you know what this is?! DONT YOU BOTH HAVE ONE?!” He shouts, with so much anger his voice is a little raspy

As Karl stares in confusion

Sapnaps eyes

SNAP!

wide open

he did forget something….someone….very important

~~Tommy!~~

He found a small picture book

You on Karls shoulders, hands up in the air!

It seemed like you were all at the beach, sunny aspect, ur hair was up in pigtails, and well the bath suit all might be dead give aways

Another photo hand you grabbing onto Quackity and pointing to a duck, ironic.

he can imagine you yelling QUACK!!! QUACK!!!

at your papa.

The next page had one of you and sapnap, u were running away with his headband. It looked like he was just about to grab you too!

He turned the next page but some was covered by moss, he tried to recover what he could but

man can’t beat nature

He set it down in the box, and went to the record player.

~~Fathers~~

“We..forgot someone?” Karl says tilting his head, quackity glared at him. When sapnap was snapped back to reality he finally spoke

“Oh my god…how lo-“

“a long time, to long, even after death she….she stayed and waited…”

Sapnap pulled out his key, they always had it in their pockets…how could they forget someone so important, their own child ffs!!

He walks over to quackity and tries to hand it to him

but he refuses

“Quackity just take it, we forgot her, we dont dese-“

“You have just as a right to be upset as I do, but y/n would not want you to wallow like this, She doesn’t blame you….I think she just wanted to see someone one more time.” He pushed the key back to him

Sapnap stared at him, tears in his eyes

Quackity smiled….

W

H

A

M

Quackity looked at his fist, bloody from Sapnaps now bloody nose.

As Sapnap landed on his back

Quackity bent down and grabbed the key “But I do blame you” he spits at him, with venom lacing his tongue.

He walked away

leaving a sad and angry sapnap

and a very confused and worried Karl

~~~~With tommy!!~~~~

Tommy had just about finished up packing up everything.

It was nearing sunset.

He set down one last empty box (He brings them back and forth) and heads over to your bed.

He’s packing pillows, blankets, and some plushies.

He sees that some look familiar, he thinks he’s seen you walking around with these.

They were like comfort items.

He doesnt want these getting into dreams hands, or any of your stuff…that could damage Quackity really bad.

He’ll have to tell Quackity to hide it all..

Once he’s done packing he looks around and suddenly…

the room seems

L

i

g

h

t

e

r

Like a weight has been lifted, or a tension is now gone.

He feels better too, he doesnt know how to explain it but it feels good.

Happiness?

Relief?

…..

Closure..?

Either way-

He sighs with content before grabbing the box and heading outside

he turns and takes one final look at the house

and to be honest

he likes to think

y/n felt, whatever he did, too…

[lolotheparagon]

Who is your favorite Sofia the First character

Sofia, obviously. She's just the sunniest child and I love how despite being an all-loving hero, she's surprisingly good at manipulating people, even if its always for a good cause. Which is something you rarely see in a pre-school show protagonist. She can strike deals, stroke people's egos and assert herself when needed to. She looks like the most precious baby but will fucking slaughter you with her words and I love that kind of energy. This kid can take down Satan with just an angry pout and sheer willpower.

Also her instant urge to help people and make everyone happy, even to her own detriment, is fascinating cos she's still a little kid who gets jealous and selfish like anyone. I love characters who have chronic hero syndrome where they feel the need to help others but they really dont want to and just for once look after themselves. Its a great way to display the importance of self-care. I just hate how the show made her into a walking moral compass for the writers and made her into the fucking Avatar of the EverRealm, when she's like 8. It doesnt help that the Mystic Isles and the Secret Library were some of the most boring stories the show ever made.

Also Sofia's got detective skills that'll put Batman to shame. This kid will become a powerful queen one day.

I like Amber as well for being patient zero on how to write a lovable alpha bitch without making her a bitch, she does get a lot of aesop amnesia where she flits back and forth between a snarky yet kind hearted diva to Disney's Regina George. But I blame the writers, not the character. I love her relationship with her sister Sofia and how the two become best friends. Amber going big sister mode whenever someone's out to get Sofia's amulet or just bullying Sofia in general is always nice to see. I also like the little intricacies the show gives her, like her interests in astronomy and architecture, it gives her a lot more dimension than her just being the fun diva character. I kinda wish there were more episodes about her relationship with her twin brother James, but what are ya gonna do?

Cedric is fun. I like his friendship with Sofia, its very wholesome and I like how he's a great example of how to write a sympathetic villain, by making him as threatening as a kitten and have him completely incapable of hurting a child's feelings. And Im just gonna leave this here cos saying you like Cedric as a character on Tumblr is like saying Bloody Mary in front of a mirror.

AND CAN WE GIVE A SHOUT OUT FOR MIRANDA PLEASE. COS SHE IS A LITERAL AND METAPHORICAL QUEEN AND I LOVE HER?! SHE'S KIND, SMART, QUICK-THINKING AND ALWAYS THERE FOR SOFIA, AMBER AND JAMES WHENEVER THEY SHE IS SUCH A LOVING MOTHER AND OH MY GOD WHY DOES SOFIA NEED THE DISNEY PRINCESSES FOR ADVICE WHEN HER MOTHER IS RIGHT THERE?!

[juzorei]

ONLY FRIENDS SERIES

Okay so from this point everything will be going down the road. I mean Boston is a real ass selfish bastard. He is gonna do whatever that will do good for himself or for his entertainment, that includes fucking off his friends too. I mean Boston doesnt care about anyone but just himself. But on the other hand its good that Sand know the truth now but Boston shouldnt have to be such an ass and talk like that there. Wahh that really pissed me off. I feel bad for Nick!

But honestly in my opinion I think Ray was trying to move on in some way. But at the same time he doesnt want to accept anything, he doesnt really realise that he is comfortable and happy around Sand. Sand makes him feel normal. He doesnt have to pretend with Sand. Or maybe he do realise but denying the fact that he may have feelings for Sand because he still stuck up with the thought of Mew. I dont think he do have any feelings for mew anymore at this point. Its just the feeling of being needed by someone and also because mew was there when was at his worst.

And Sand is the person I want to protect the most. In this Ep 5 it starts with how Sand spend his everyday life, workinghard to make money to chase his dreams. His 24 hours, he spend trying to make money and its kinda of a routine. He doesnt have time for any other thing. But him adding an extra hour to his daily life for Ray, Boy he fell in love!!😭❤ Even though he knew they were just friends with benefits, somewhere in between his heart betrayed him and fell for Ray. Everytime he looks at Ray, sheesh his feelings screams and I dont know if Ray sees it or not, but I think he is BLIND.😑

When Boston shouted out about Mew and Ray, Ray got angry, its not that he still got feelings for Mew but the thing that Boston recorded them and spited out things infront of Sand for no particular reason and Ray didnt want Sand to know about it and misunderstand about that. He was afraid Sand will ignore him. The look on Ray's face when they were lying down on the bed, I dont think he was that scared when he was rejected by Mew, but now when Sand knows everything, Ray is scared that Sand will leave him. And Sand realising that from the start it was just 24 hours not 25 hours, and in that 24 hour of Ray's life he isnt there, it fucking hurts. In his busy running life, Ray was someone who stopped his time, but now he felt betrayed. GOD I WANT TO PROTECT HIM AT ALL COST!!

AISH TF IN TOTAL RAY DOESNT REALISE HIS FEELINGS FOR SAND AND STILL RUNNING HIS DRUNK ASS MIND ON MEW!!😤

BUT HOLY MOLY THIS SCENE MADE MY INNER STOMACH FILL WITH BUTTERFLIES! Their chemistry is mind blowing!! Like for real!! KhaoFirst got that magic yall!!❤🦋

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

hello! im reasonably new to your account and i just saw that you have an arcana playlist (love the idea of that) and i dont know if you still take suggestions for the playlist, but in case you do, i have a few songs that remind me of characters (aka just Muriel, like literally just him) that might be of use :)

On the Mountain Tall - the Oh Hellos, not only does the name and the general vibe of the song fit him but there are a few lyrics in it like "I know you want me to be afraid, I know you want me to love you" "Up out of the grave of an angry ghost, Firing bricks from broken canon and prose, To build a wall so high it reaches the heavens in the sky" "Still you beat your drums, Raising holy war with every strum, Shouting down the quiet kingdom come, Brushing at your fingers, hoping you'll come around" that honestly just fit very very well

How to Disappear Completely - Radiohead cus its sad as fuck. "I'm not here, This isn't happening, I'm not here, I'm not here, In a little while, I'll be gone, The moment's already passed, Yeah, it's gone", if thats not a man dissociating through traumatic expiriences i dont know what is. The song keeps repeating "im not here", and seeing how Muriel chose to have a curse that makes people forget him, it is very fitting

Trapdoor - Twenty One Pilots, i have had an arcana obsession since like? 2019? when i was still a massive fan of this band, and this song always reminded me of muriel. "Take me out and finish this waste of a life, Everyone one gather around for a show, Watch as this man disappears as we know, Do me a favor and try to ignore, When you watch him fall through a blatant trapdoor, 'Cause nobody know his life (i always thought it was "he's alive")", it gives the vibes of how the people of vesuvia did Not Give A Shit About him. They just thought hed willingly murder so many people, nobody saw the literal chains he was stuck in and thought "hmm maybe hes being forced to do this"

No Suprises - Radiohead, it reminds me of how Muriel pulled away from all society after he fled from the colosseum. It reminds me of how he was so scared and so ashamed to interact with people, how he just wanted some silent and rest after all the horrible things he went though, not just in the colosseum but his entire youth. "You look so tired, unhappy. Bring down the government, They don't, they don't speak for us. I'll take a quiet life, A handshake of carbon monoxide, No alarms and no surprises, No alarms and no surprises, No alarms and no surprises, Silent, Silent", to me the song always feels like it needs to be sung while sobbing.

Sleep - My Chemical Romance, i 100% believe Muriel has so many nightmares, i mean its even shown in his route once. A symptom of ptsd is night terrors, and seeing what the guy has lived through theres no way he goes to sleep normally. I think this song catches the vibe of this pretty well.

PTSD - Joost, literally just a (dutch) song about ptsd. its a massive vibe and cus i hc that Muriel has ptsd i thought it be fitting

Me? Having massive brainrot abt Muriel? perhaps...

i hope this can be useful for your playlist!! (also if youd like i can give more of this, it is very fun to do lol)

@canofpeaches00000 woah, these are all awesome suggestions! I really appreciate how you broke down the lyrics and added context to them too, it doubled my capacity to enjoy them! ^.^

I've added them to the playlist and I'm putting them on the tag, thank you for all the recommendations friend! :D

[sakiblack]

THE STAR IN THE NIGHT SKY

PART 1

aonung x sully reader:

reader is named Riti if you wish to have another name pretend its your selected name when someone will say Riti.

The forests of Pandora hold many dangers.

But the most dangerous thing about Pandora is…

that you can come to like her too much  

 15 years after the battle with the sky people my brother Nateyam and i Riti were born. Nateyam is my older twin brother,a loving and protective older brother.Not long after our birth my adopted sister Kiri was born of Grace's avatar whose conception was a complete mystery.

And after some time my younger brother Loak and sister Tuk were born as well.And spider a human left behind has became my brother yes he is human but to me he is a brother.

From as far back as I can remember, I adored the nature and the animals that live on Pandora.I loved to explore every part of my home and when i was 6 years old i started to explore a little more far away from my home . Ofc i was never alone my mom or dad or even Nateyam were with me all the time.They told me i was too weak to be all alone out hire.That might be normal ,i mean i was 6 years old ofc i was too weak to be left alone but they told me that even when i was 12 and even now.To them i am weak and will forever be a weak little baby.So since i was never allowed to be alone outside i was with my siblings most of the time.Kiri and i had the same love for the nature so she became my best friend fast.Loak was and still is a real little brother when mom was not around i was his mom, he relly is a stupid baby,never thinking about what could happen same as Spider.Tuk is just a little sweetie pie and Nateyam,well hi is a real big brother,taking care of all of us all the time.

My life was perfect(even if i was not allowed to be alone)it was all perfect until the sky people came back.They destroyed everything i have known and loved.And just like that my perfect life ended.

I was riding Aza(my ikran) i was flying next to Loak and Nateyam.We (and by we i mean me my mom,dad,2 brothers and the rest of the warriors on ikrans and Direhorses)were ambushing a train from the sky people.The train exploded and the warriors on the Direhorses went to get some weapons that are still able to be used.Loak,Nateyam and i are supposed to stay on our ikrans and worn the others if the sky people come.

- We have to go down there.

(said Loak)

-Father will kill us.

(said Nateyam as i gave an angry look to Loak)

-How stupid are you if we go down there we can die.

(i told Loak in a angry voice)

-Oh come on you guys.

(said Loak as he started to fly down to the ground)

-Lo'ak, come back!

(shouted Nateyam as he started to fly after Loak)

-Nateyam,Loak come back you idiots!

(i shouted as i started to follow both of them.As i landed a few seconds after Nateyam i ran to my two stupid brothers as i saw a navi giving Loak a gun)

-Lo'ak, you don't even know how to use it.

(said Nateyam to Loak)

-Dad showed me that.

(said Loak to Nateyam with the sound of pride in his voice)

-Guys come on we need to go back did you two forget we need to be in the air not on the ground taking guns.

(i said angry)

-Oh calm down sis there is no danger.

(just as Loak said that a helicopter gunship came into view)

-Shit. Come on guys lets go

(said Nateyam with fear in his voice)

(we were runing to our ikrans as i and my brothers were thrown up in the sky.Im guessing the helicopter gunship fired.I was not thrown to far away i gut a little hurt but i was just happy i was alive.I looked around scared as i saw my dad coming towards me with Nateyam in his arms.I did not care about my small injury the only thing i cared about at this moment is if Nateyam is ok)

-You ok baby girl?

(asked dad worry in his voice)

-Yeah im fine is, is he hurt?

(i asked my dad)

-Yes he is but he will be good dont worry, now lets go back before more of them come.

(said dad as we both ran to our ikrans Loak and mom already waiting for us.We both got on our ikrans as we all flew home)

(as we all got home Tuk , Kiri and Spider were there waiting for us as we landed.I got down from Aza and waited for the rest to join me on the ground.The second Nateyam got down from dads ikran i was next to him looking at his wounds)

-You are scouts. You must keep an eye out for enemies. At a distance! (shouted dad at me,Loak and Nateyam)

(Kiri joined me next to Nateyam looking at his wounds as i was now looking at the ground in shame)

- Kiri, go help with the wounded.

(said dad trying to not sound angry at Kiri since she did nothing wrong)

- My brother is also injured.

(Kiri protested)

- Tuk, go with her.

(said dad as Kiri roled her eyes and went of to grandma with tuk)

- Father, I take full responsibility.

(said Nateyam)

(god he is so stupid just cus he is the oldest ,does not mean he needs to take the blame)

-Yes, because you are the oldest

(said dad)

- MaJake, your son is bleeding.

(said mom)

- It doesn't matter, mother.

(said Nateyam)

-Ofc it does you skxawng!

(i said with anger in my voice)

-Go in and get patched up.

(said dad )

(as mom and Nateyam went of i , Loak and dad wore left alone)

-Dad dont blame Nateyam it was me, i should have never leted them go down there.

(i told dad not wanting Loak to get in more trouble)

(god im just like Nateyam taking the blame for everything)

-No baby girl its not your fault, go to Kiri im sure she will be happy to get some help with the wounded.

(said dad )

( i wanted to say something but his look told me to just go and so i did and as i was leaving i looked back and gived a sad look to Loak.And as i was walking of i could still hear them talk)

-You must be aware that you almost got your siblings killed.

(said dad)

-Yes sir.

(said Loak looking up at dad)

-You are banned from flying for a month.Dismount the ikrans. All of them.And wipe the nastiness off your face.

(said dad)

(that was the last thing i heard as i made my way to the tent my sisters, brothers and grandma were in.I took a sit next to Nateyam looking at the wound he had)

- Give him this.

(said grandma)

- I would use yalnabark.

(said kiri)

- Aha. Who is tsahik here?

(asked grandma with a little chuckle)

-You are, grandma, but yalnabark is better.It hurts less.

(said kiri puting what ever was inside the small wooden pot on to Nateyam)

(by then Loak came to us and walked around Nateyam to go sit on the other side)

- Mighty warriors.

(said Loak jokingly)

(i gived him a small smile as Nateyam started to tell him how stupid he is.I could see mom and dad talking outside but i did not care what they were talking about i was just happy my stupid brothers are safe)

That is the end for now i would like to say sorry for putting -baby girl- in i just wanted Riti to be called that the same was as Kiri, if you are a male just pretend it says baby boy or any other nickname.If anyone has any idea of a good nickname for both fimale and male pls tell me and i will change it.And thx for reading, my english is not good i would say its shit but i hope you understood.If you want to ask me anything or maybe give me ideas pls do not hesitate to ask me.Thx again to anyone whu has read this.

[clexzq]

Violetta 1x01 rewrite

Alright there is not much to change about the first ep.. I will obviously leave violetta cringe bc thats what we love about it..

Violetta is at the airport that thing doesnt really change nor does the whole plane scene

How does Angie know they are arriving in the city? (i will assume she stalked someone on socials or her mother)

Ok so one thing that does change is that matias and jade already did bankrupt and they tell the audience later.. until then we do not hear any phone call about the firm going under or anything. the audience assumes that matias and jade are just rich and dumb and somehow german loves jade..

Ok we arrive at the studio now.. the opening scene stays the same and then we have the bullies of the school which would obviously be hated by the entire school bc they dont really spread fear, they are just there for laughs and to be villains (obviously they are talented but not at all respected by their classmates)

pablo is named the principal still

the talk between angie and pablo is still the same

tomas is the same rn just not working and playing the guitar

olga is weird with ramallo that stays

now to the fight and the first singing battle.. after angie comes into the room to start the lesson ludmila has a lot to say to her.. now angie gives her a reaction instead of camila.. she puts her in her place although obviously ludmila just rolls her eyes.. they dont argue and start with the lesson

german and violetta come back to the mansion, jade pushes ramallo almost on the ground to hug german which obviously german is happy to see her he does proceed to notice that she did that so he asks her to apologise to ramallo she does say some apology which is not genuine but german is in love and blinded.. everything else is the same

ughhh now to the dumb bullies that think a guitar is ludmila.. pls alright so tomas comes to the studio and likes the guitar someone is playing and suddenly the bullies appear and leon starts to be possesive of ludmila assuming tomas must automatically like ludmila even tho there are like 3 other girls.. (its just an excuse to be rude to someone) so yeah that happens and they push him, angie comes there and sees that they are arguing and leon says the same thing however tomas.. he doesnt know them and he knows angie is an authority, obviously as he is in work he doesnt want to be harrased and tells angie they started pushing him.. angie tells leon and andres to not do it again and they go away angry.. angie asks if tomas is ok, he is and asks for the customer

angie doesnt tell pablo about the boys arguing same as original bc she has other problems in mind anyway

everything is the same with violetta finding the door

back to tomas..he meets naty he leaves and ludmila and naty talk the same

olga and vilu talk in her room.. when vilu asks about the room thats locked... everything is the same but vilu has a confused look in the end and is suspicious.. she looks at the door one more time

ludmila and tomas meet.. leon comes into the room and he shouts at tomas this time when tomas says i didnt touch your guitar , leon is stilla angry but instead of assuming that tomas called ludmila a guitar he asks what do you mean guitar and tomas explains, leon obviously thinks its a lie but he doesnt push him (see how nice i am to leon i make him be better than he is omg thank me) tomas leaves

the talk between leon and ludmi and cami still applies

the teacher bitch still gets the cake on her face and quits everything is the same

leon and ludmila talk its the same

everything is the same until angie comes in the house

angie trespasses obviously and now we finally hear matias and jade talking together and it seems suspicious even without the phone call that we didnt need. now the audience can be suspicious of matias and jades intentions, the convo stays the same (this is actually the first time we see matias since he didnt meet with angie on the sidewalk)

pablo gets captured even tho he obviously was only standing near the door but acab so yeah he goes into the police car

leon and andres come to tomas work to threaten him bc leon is insecure and blames any guy for ludmilas mistakes, all of the things are the same luca throws them out and blames tomas

ludmila maxi and cami have the talk but only thing that changes is that the water doesnt destroy the computer luckily for maxi and its logical it wasnt too much water and it was only at the pad worst things worst he problably has a broken touchpad now

angie and pablo talk.. its the same

german doesnt recognise angie bc last time he saw her she was much younger and so was he

violetta and tomas do meet in the most cringe way but yeah it stays

the end.