#i was sooooo mad/sad when i found out

[cordidy]

A few days ago I wrote this

https://www.tumblr.com/cordidy/769603546439172096/just-needed-to-get-this-out-of-my-head-after?

just because it was in my brain and I'm sooooo happy people liked it.

Here is the part two as demanded. I'm proud with how it came out and I hope you will love reading it as much as I loved writting it 😊

SPOILER for Sylus's Myth

TW : Alcohol, "lady of the night", sadness,

English is not my mother tongue BUT this time it was proofread by @thedeadstoryteller1 whom I love sooooo much for that.

“...Flowers bloom as far as the eye can see…”

“What did you say ?” You groaned, the familiar voice still in your ears as you opened an eye lazily, expecting an answer that never came.

Waking up felt like dying.

Spinning head, dizziness, whole body aching, clearly mistakes were made and atonement was due but God it still hurt.

Slowly opening your eyes as you tried to avoid the blinding light of the sun pouring into your room, you tried to recollect the events of last night…not very efficiently.

A quick look around.

You were alone in your room, not in a drunk tank and fully dressed indicating you did not do nor bring a mistake back home with you, thanks to your bodyguard.

Speaking of bodyguard, you found him in your kitchen, over the stove making ...pancakes ?

“So I did bring an ass…” you started in a tired and raspy voice as you made your way towards the counter before Sylus quickly gestured to his ear.

“I think I’ve been more than generous in my payment planning…”he said calmly while flipping a pancake in the pan as you grabbed a glass of water and some Tylenol before taking a seat, focusing your attention on him.

There was always something intrinsically fascinating when it came to him working. Most of the time you saw two types of Sylus, the asshole trying to get a rise out of you for his own entertainment (kind of cute honestly) or the combatant who would obliterate his enemies while using his Evol to throw things at you when fighting to “keep you on your toes” and because it was “fun”.

Seeing him do things as serious as negotiating a deal or doing his accounting reminded you he was not just a pain in your arse but also a very functioning person.

“Kieran, how many fingers does Mister Vaulric need to play the piano ?” He casually asked on the phone, making you choke on the water you were drinking.

Alright, a psychotic functioning adult…

Silence

He did not turn around when you threw a dishcloth at him, only lowering his head with a sigh.

“You have 1 more week. Increased loan interests, Kieran will handle the details” he finally said, setting the pancakes in a plate before putting them in front of you with a jar of jam, completely ignoring you and your gleaming eyes “Oh and I suggest you don’t leave the N109 Zone for now, we can’t guarantee your…safety…outside of it” he added before he ended the call and took a seat in front of you.

“Did you just threaten a guy in my kitchen ?” you asked, trying to sound casual but unable to hide the frown on your face. Yes you were friends with a criminal but you were still a law abiding citizen…

Besides, threats made with a lace apron sounded….weird.

“I don’t make threats , only warnings. Eat your pancakes” he retorted, casually sitting in front of you.

“I didn't expect to see you here ” you said while eating.

“Someone had to make sure you were alive after all the alcohol you drank last night”

Whoa, that was cold. You looked at him, uncomfortable.

“No I mean in the kitchen, knowing you, I half expected to wake up to you in my bed” you chuckled trying a bit of humor. Of course you trusted him, knowing he would never attempt anything if you could not or would not consent but…well, no harm in some banter right ?

The joke felt flat though as he remained silent.

“Sooooo no snarky comment about the way I look today with my hangover ? No making fun of me for my poor choices in life ? ” you asked him, trying to break the ice with a bit of teasing. Surely he wasn’t mad at you, was he ?

“Does your head hurt ?” he asked, still not looking at you, texting.

“Yeah ?” you answered your mouth full.

“Do you feel like an idiot for getting so shitfaced you don’t remember anything from last night ?”

You remained silent. 

Last night…clearly something happened last night.

Something bad judging by his attitude towards you. What...what did you do to deserve the cold shoulder from him of all people ? 

You were too slow to respond though as he was already getting up.

“Then the Universe already took care of it on my behalf” he simply said while putting his phone back in his pocket, clearly avoiding eye contact as he grabbed his jacket. “Drink water and take a nap” he added before leaving your apartment without even a goodbye.

Something was wrong.

“Hey, you did not really cut this guy's finger right ?” 

Clearly something was wrong between the two of you and it was starting to bug you.

“Everything alright ? No news for 2 weeks is soooo suss coming from you. Even your pigeon from Hell is not around“

That was the only explanation you had to the fact that Sylus had literally vanished from your life since that morning a month ago.

“Sylus, seriously I'm worried, you ok ?”

Then there was the issue of Luke and Kieran. 

1 month

1 FUCKING month without a call, without a text, without even a reaction on your Moments and the worst part ? It hurt !

At first you had figured he probably was busy with that Vaulric dude he had been talking to at your place and that’s why he did not answer your messages but a whole month just to deal with a loan gone late ?

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on but you….you’re not yourself lately…” Xavier said, leaving his boxing stance after you tripped while attacking him, barely avoiding falling face first on the ground thanks to your partner's quick reaction.

When you had not been able to reach Sylus, you turned to the twins for info, reassurance, a death certificate, anything to just know what was going on but still, nothing. You knew your messages were read by the pair so they had to be at least alive, but they remained unanswered.

This radio silence was starting to take a toll on you as reflected by your sleepless nights that turned you to a mess both physically and emotionally.

“I’m fine. Again !” you brushed off as the young man tried to get to the bottom of what was happening to you. While you had been the one insisting on sparring, hoping it would allow you to blow some steam off, you clearly were not at it and it was getting dangerous.

“No, I'm not fighting until you tell me what's happening !” 

You suppressed a frustrated growl.

Alright, if he wanted to be an easy target…

Next thing you knew, the easy target's fist met your nose as you tried a sneak attack and he reacted out of instinct, color draining from his face when he saw blood dripping from your nose.

“Fuck Y/n I'm sorry ! I…I didn't mean to !” 

This got you a week off duty and another scolding from your physician who had threatened to tie you up on a therapist's chair if you did not work on your current issues.

You didn’t need therapy, though, you needed answers and you were going to get them.

Kudos to Zayne for giving you the idea of tying Sylus up until he talked if need be.

Clearly you were not expected.

You didn’t know what to expect when you pushed Sylus’s office door open that night. Your nose was still puffy, wicks still in one of your nostrils, blood all over your shirt but you did not care what you looked like right now.

You wanted answers and he was going to give them to you, as soon as the stunning woman sitting on his desk, half naked, her long silver hair cascading her back, would be gone.

“I…”

There he was, sitting casually, his shirt half open, engrossed in conversation and your blood ran cold into your veins as the woman leaned towards Sylus to refill his glass with a giggle.

Based on his look, it was not the first…The sound of your voice got his attention though, and, for a split second, you saw shock in his eyes before the mask was up again.

Something you did not like.

“Oooooh, you invited a friend ? The more the merrier I guess but…I charge more for this kind of…fun…” the hooker cooed, playing with Sylus’s hair. “No offence sweety, women are just not my…first choice” she added, smiling at you.

Technically, he didn’t owe you anything. You were friends, nothing more, despite the constant flirting, the glances, the brushing of his hands…yet, seeing him with another woman stirred something inside of you. 

Maybe it was just the global exhaustion you were into but you felt a surge of…possessiveness towards him and you had to refrain yourself from jumping at the young woman in order to not claw her eyes out.

Seeing you hurt, Sylus, your Sylus anyway, would already be on you, checking your nose, getting the twins to bring you clean clothes while pestering you about the how ? When ? why ? and especially who’s teeth he needed to remove for doing that to you but all you got from the man in front of was a laconic “what happened to your nose ?” as he grabbed his glass, barely looking at you, focusing his attention on the young woman.

Part of you wanted to jump at him and hold him tight as you saw he was alive and well but at the same time you wanted to smash his head on the fucking mahogany desk for giving you the cold shoulder.

“What are you doing here ?”

“What I…” yeah, the head smashing was definitely an option as you walked towards him, trying to remain calm. “I came to see you since you decided to avoid me like the Plague lately” you said coldly.

“Leave us” he commanded the woman who didn't need to be told twice. 

She still seemed disappointed as she passed you before grabbing some cash on the coffee table, understanding the party was over. “Well, you saw me”

He remained silent and it made your blood boil with anger. 

“So this is what you’ve been doing for the past month ?” you asked, dumbfounded.

"As far as I can remember, what I do in my free time is none of your business” he pointed out in the same laconic tone.

“Alright…what did I do ? Ever since that night you brought me back home you've been avoiding me !”

You couldn’t bear his attitude towards you, the way he had left the situation fester and rot between you two.

“Don't…” he warned you.

So something did happen and, since you couldn’t remember a thing, you could only rely on him…

“What ? What happened ?! Did you try something ?” 

Deep down you knew it was not that. You trusted him and you knew he would never take advantage of the situation, hence why you called him but maybe…

“You tried something, I pushed you away and you didn't like that…”

…maybe provoking him…

“I think you should leave Y/n” he said in a straight tone, still avoiding your eyes and that's when you snapped.

“LOOK AT ME YOU FUCKING PRICK !” you yelled at him, losing control of your emotions, finally getting a reaction from him as he was not used to being bossed around or insulted. 

That’s when he saw them.

The tears you’ve been keeping up for the past month.

Neither of you could tell if they were tears of sadness, of frustration or of rage but right now, as you looked at him with so much anger and hate and…heartbreak, you were terrifying.

Breathtaking.

A vision for sore eyes that stirred something in him…

Truly and utterly terrified of the man you had been trusting with your life only a month ago.

“A month Sylus…A month without a word ! without a call, without a sign of life ! Do you have any idea how worried I was ?! I thought you were…you were…” you couldn’t say the words, couldn’t admit how the mere thought of it terrified you.

“What ? Dead ?” He let out a resentful  chuckle before taking a sip of whiskey “...you made sure this was never an option for me…” and the bitterness of words hit you like a tone of brick.

“You know…You’re good at that little game of yours” he added casually, finally rising from his chair, making his way towards you “I actually believed in that little…amnesia game…”

“What are you talking about ?” you asked, but he did not listen, too focused on his own train of thoughts.

“...But stupid people say stupid things when they get drunk…” he continued, puzzling you even more “What I don’t get though, is the why” he pondered like he was looking for the answer to a complex riddle.

“Please expla…” you started, confusion replacing the anger.

“STOP WITH THE BULLSHIT !” he yelled back, throwing his glass against the wall and, for the first time, you were scared of him. 

It didn’t take being a genius to know that, between brute strength and his Evol, you were no match if things were to go south. 

“I did everything you asked…” he started, getting closer as you slowly backed away, shaking.

“Sylus you're scaring me…” you said in a genuine tone, fear replacing anger.

“You're noisy…”

That voice again…his voice…

“We set the Sanctuary ablaze…”

“...Fulfilled all of your mortal desirs…” his words dripped…hatred.

He was obviously drunk.

And dangerous.

“Stay back” you warned him, looking for the gun at your belt before aiming at him. Not that it would be of any use anyway but it could eventually buy you time.

“...3 chances..”

“You remind me of a young…”

“I WILL shoot you if you don't back the fuck away Sy !” you warned him but he didn’t stop and you couldn’t bring yourself to shoot.

Your head started to spin as he kept getting closer, your hand shaking, your will faltering as the smell of smoke filled your nose.

Smoke ? What smoke ? What Sanctuary ?

Just like in those nightmares plaguing your nights ever since Sylus and you Resonated…

“We bathed in the blood of your enemies and danced on the corpses of those who wronged you…” 

You could hear it, the screams of terror as fire drowned the city and you laughed in bliss, strong hands laced around you

“Are you satisfied, Beloved ?” 

“Sylus I don’t feel alright…” you whispered as you started to stumble, feeling the familiar sensation of a new Resonnance which didn’t make sense as resonating with him was a tedious process.

It could not happen just like that…could it ?

You were having a hard time focusing on him and his image started to shift ? Almost as if reality was...glitching...and you needed to close your eyes from the dizziness.

When you opened them again, his head was pressed against your gun.

 “Don’t know where to aim ? I can tell you…” he said and the way his eyes darkened was a striking contrast with the tenderness he used to caress your cheek and you couldn’t help but lean into his palm, like you were not holding a gun at his face.

“Only the fiend's archnemesis can kill it…” he whispers with pleading eyes.

“...My dragon is…here”

“Sylus…”

“I curse your soul” 

The words spilled out of your mouth…echoes from a buried past…

“Why Beloved ?” he asked in a broken voice, clearly lost in his own thoughts , closing his eyes as tears poured down your cheeks while you were unable to steady your hand.

“I curse your soul…to never fade away”

“Why would you do this to me ?” He asked, dropping to his knees, abandoning all pride as he laid his heart bare to you.

“You'll always be tied to me, forever”

“Why would you pretend we are not one ?” 

“Only I can grant you a true death”

“I just want you back…Please come back to me…” he pleaded, ready to give you his life if you asked him. 

Again

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[inotcat04]

Hi!Merry Christmas!(well now it is Christmas where I live)Here is my Christmas present to all you for all of your support that you have all given me!! I really appreciate all of you sooooo much and I wish to hug each and every one of you!Well enjoy my Christmas present!Please tell me if you like it or not and if you didn’t please tell me too!

Welcome to a Christmas with the Pines!

M:Mabel

D:Dipper

St:Stan

P:Pacifica

S:Soos

W:Wendy

F:Ford

Me:Melody

A:Abuelita

M:Mabel would decorate the Christmas cookies.She would totally dump a lot of edible glitter and sprinkles on the cookies saying that Christmas cookies aren’t Christmas cookies without colour.She would tell everybody to dress up as something you can during Christmas.(She dressed up as a star on a Christmas tree and drowned herself in glitter and sparkles so she could be the one the stand out the most.)You could see her from a mile away.She was a little sad when she found out that her parents weren’t joining Dipper and her for the first time this Christmas but soon forgot when she heard she was the special one this year to put the star on the tree and was elated.

D:Dipper invited Pacifica to this year’s Christmas party because after the incident with the ghost,him and her had become good friends so he thought it was a good idea for him to invite her.Anyways that is what friends do for each other.(Dipper totally didn’t invite her because he wanted to spend more time with her.)Dipper dressed up as an elf (which was Mabel’s idea because she always mocked him for being short)He wasn’t that fond of that idea but he still dressed up as it so that he didn’t have to think about what to dress up as.Was the only one who actually knew what they were doing in the kitchen from learning how to cook when he was younger.Also always baked cookies at their home at Piemont as a Christmas tradition.Dipper get quite mad at Stan,in a loving way,because he doesn’t read the intrusions when baking.Which get frustrating but dipper blows it off easily since he knows it is in his nature but this time something goes wrong since he was already on edge for his parents abandoning Mabel and him during Christmas this year.

St:Stan dressed up as Santa of course and made some “new” mystery shack merch for people to buy.(“new” means like old merch but with Santa hats on them)and helped bake the Christmas cookies since he had some experience baking cookies with ford when he was younger .When baking Christmas cookies he is the type that will just wing it and not look at the intrusions.He would have helped more but since the mystery shack was the only shop that was open on christmas day,it was packed so he also had to work more scamming people for money because the grind never stops.

P:Pacifica was very grateful and happy to dipper for inviting her to the mystery shack for Christmas.She would do any to get out of her house these days to avoid her parents fighting and bickering.When she first entered the house,it was a bit awkward because everyone there were comfortable with each other and she wasn’t but by the end she was very comfortable singing christmas songs with them next to the TV where a video of fire crackling was and covering her ears and laughing whenever Stan and Mabel belted out Christmas songs to loud at least she wasn’t the only one who was covering her ears because Ford was doing the same thing too so she wanted to embarrassed.Pacifica also dressed up as an elf to match dipper since she also didn’t really know what to dress up as and just decided to copy whatever dipper was wearing.

S:Soos would help Stan with anything he needed whether it be putting up the Christmas tree or helping to sell merch he would do it.Soos also dressed up as a Christmas cookie which Mabel immediately drowned Soos in glitter and sparkles saying that his outfit needed more pop to it.Soos wanted to help with placing the ornaments but was shooed away by Ford because he wanted the ornament placing to be perfect.Soos was a little sad at that but immediately forgot when he got a whiff of the amazing cookies that were baking in the oven.

W:Wendy didn’t help with the Christmas party that much,if you were to ask her yourself what she did she would say that she helped as a cashier and also helped to taste test the cookies .Wendy was also dressed up as a nutcracker and she quite enjoyed being one pretending to be a actually nutcracker by breaking nuts and eating in her mouth.She also force by Stan to make the hot chocolate to her dismay since she didn’t help in making the cookies and tasting them didn’t cout as help so she had to do it.

F:Ford didn’t dare to try and bake the cookies fearing for the worst and honestly didn’t really trust himself in the kitchen since he had not been in a kitchen for not even a month straight,He was more comfortable leaving the baking to the professionals and Stan.So to make himself useful,he decided to put up the ornaments on the Christmas tree that Soos had put up.(He let Mabel put the star on the Christmas tree at the end because she dressed up as a star so it made sense.)He dressed up as a Christmas tree and when Mabel saw she immediately put ornament stickers on the costume saying that Ford costume needed ornaments which was true,Fords costume was just a plain tree before Mabel put stickers on ford turning him into a colourful tree with different stickers every where.Ford didn’t mind,he liked seeing the smile on Mabel face anyways when she placed the stickers.Ford also made sure that all the ornaments were all at the right place and had equal distance between each other.But when Stan and Mabel were singing he had to cover his ears because they sang a bit too loud.He was very happy though that he wasn’t the only one that was covering his ears because they was Pacifica also doing the same.

Me:Melody helped bake the cookies with Dipper,Stan and Abuelita and when the cookies were done Mabel and Ford were just done placing the star so they joined and helped decorate the cookies with Soos while Wendy went to make hot chocolate for everyone .She dressed up as a cup of milk to match with Soos.She thought it was so funny when Mabel and Stan started singing at the make shift fire place but she could she Pacifica and Ford was a bit disturbed by the noise but and told Soos to not sing so loud to not disturb Pacifica and Ford even more.

A:This was Abuelita first time dressing up for Christmas and she dressed up as a baker to match Soos and Melody.She also help bake the cookies and stayed to watch everyone sing as she drank her hot chocolate.She was thankful that Soos wasn’t alone at least.She was glad that Soos at least had a support system that he could turn to if some thing would have happen to him.

The Pines making Christmas Cookies:

“Well we can start making cookies!Sorry for taking so long!”Stan exclaimed as he quickly walked into the kitchen and tied his apron very quickly.”What took you so long grunkle Stan?We were waiting for you.”Dipper said as he rudded his temples.Dipper is very impatient so waiting for Stan patiently was not his strong suit.”I was closing up the mystery shack for the night,what did you think I was doing?”Stan said to explain himself.He kind of disliked that dipper was so impatient but he didn’t want that to disturb his perfect Christmas mood so far.”it’s ok!Well that now that Stan is here we can start baking the cookies!I already looked up a the perfect way on how to bake Christmas cookies so we should be all set!”Dipper exclaimed as he told everyone the plan he had.He was extremely excited on baking Christmas cookies,He used to do it with mom and dad but this year they were busy with.Other things.Everyone nodded as they looked over the recipe and when to go grab the ingredients from the fridge and pantry.Dipper went to grab a mixing bowl and a mixer from the kitchen.

“Alright!Now we can now start the fun!”Dipper shouted as he looked over the recipe with glee shown on his eyes.”Ok!We need a quarter half of milk and flour,half a block of butter and half a cup of brown sugar into the mixing bowl!Stan can you do the butter,Melody can do you the brown sugar and Abuelita can you flour as I do milk!”Dipper instructed to everyone as they all nodded their heads and went right to work.”Ok,I got the half a cup milk now it is time to put it in the mixing.”Dipper muttered to himself but stop half way when he saw the whole stick butter inside the bowl.Immediately dipper turned back to Stan with a wide eye look as he stared back and forth between the mixing bowl and Stan.”What’s the matter kid?”Stan asked acting like this was all normal.”Why is there a whole block of butter inside the mixing bowl?”Dipper asked trying to keep calm.”Well,Everyone in this house likes butter cookies and when I looked over at you recipe it had too little butter for butter cookies.Usually butter cookies have a whole stick of butter that’s why I add a stick of butter instead of half!”Stan said while looking quite proud with himself.”But you were supposed to add half a stick of butter not the whole thing!”Dipper exclaimed but quickly calmed himself down.”It’s alright!Anyways we all like butter cookies so it is fine.We will continue even with this hiccup .”Dipper muttered.”Are you alright?You look like you are about it explode.”Stan asked with a tinge of concern in his voice.”I’m fine.Everything is fine anyways we love butter cookies so it’s ok.”Dipper answered while smiling at Stan.”Ok,what is next now!”Stan asked.Dipper didn’t notice but everyone had already put what was needed and it was just him so he put the cup of milk inside and they continued with the recipe until.

“Why did you put cinnamon!”Dipper shouted.Dipper was just finished pouring a cup of honey when he went back and saw Stan holding a spoon where it had cinnamon power on.Dipper’s blood ran cold.He ran over and was panicking,the recipe didn’t call for cinnamon Stan could have just ruined the recipe!”Well,I thought so far all the ingredients had be pretty boring so I decided to add cinnamon to add some flavor!”Stan exclaimed.”But it didn’t call for cinnamon.”Dipper shouted as his face turned as red as tomatos as he pointed to the recipe on the phone while looking wide eyed at Stan.”Don’t worry dipper,Everything goes well with cinnamon.Why not we ditch the recipe and do it the Stan’s pines way huh?”.Stan eagerly said with a grin on his face.Dipper didn’t say anything and just walked out of the kitchen.He was soooo angry at Stan,why couldn’t he just be on time and follow the recipe like he should.Pacifica was resting on the yellow chair watching some lame Chirstmas movies when dipper stormed out of the kitchen and outside with Stan following after him.Pacificia was very confused about why Dipper was angry until she saw Stan coming after him.Stan must have done something bad and as dipper’s friend she had to comfort him because that is what a good friend would do.So she stopped Stan and said she would handle it and followed him.Dipper went to the couch at the porch to sit down and calm himself down in the dark.

“Hey!Are you alright?”Pacifica asked as she sat down next to him while looking at him with concerned eyes.”not really,I am just frustrated at grunkle Stan like why can’t he just follow the cookie recipe I had laid out and why was he late!He shouldn’t be late!Usually I can handle Stan shenanigans but this and my parents not being here for Christmas this year…I guess I just blew up in anger.”Dipper said tiredly as he looked up into the dark sky with all the stars shining brightly.”Well,Why not just let him you know,yolo the recipe anyways isn’t he a world-class gambler and odds are always in his favour?”Pacifica asked while nudging him lightly in the shoulder slightly teasing him to lift the tense air around them.”Yeah but I am just worried that they wouldn’t taste good like I want people to like I am baking and also this is my first time baking in front of others than Mabel and my parents sooooo,i don’t want to disappoint them and”Dipper replied but suddenly Pacifica put her fingers on his lips to shush him.He blushed profusely as she said.”Dipper,they are your family and family don’t judge each other.So don’t worry,anyways your family still loves you even though you spend like most of your summer solving that dumb book so don’t worry.”She said in a good nature manner as she pointed to the pocket inside his vest where was there at the start of summer and she finally let her fingers come off of dippers mouth.”Now go back and finish those cookies because I want cookies soon and the sooner you finish the cookies,the sooner I get to eat them!”Pacifica exclaimed as she dragged Dipper to the kitchen.He was sooo grateful to have Pacifica as a friend,She really shined brighter than any star in that sky that night with her piercing blue eyes and her platinum blonde hair she was the most beautiful star that night.

Dipper and Pacifica walked into the kitchen to see a Mabel with frosting all over her costume and a lot of edible glitter which accidentally got on to her costume too called Dipper over to also help with decorating.Mabel being the most pure hearted person in the room,left a cookie for Pacifica and Dipper to decorate too.”Well,What are you waiting for come on!Get to decorating!”Mabel shouted so loud that probably the gnomes could hear her too.Dipper and Pacifica immediately got to decorating and finished with in a couple of minutes and they were placed with the rest of the other cookies that were decrated by Soos,Ford and her.Dipper then realised that he still had to say sorry to Stan for that out burst.Before Mabel could leave to the living room with the rest dipper called out to her.”Hey Mabel!Where is Grunkle Stan?”dipper exclaimed with. Twinge of worry that Mabel picked up easily.”Don’t worry dipper he is just in the living room with Melody and Abuelita!Now come on before everyone eats all the cookies!”Mabel shrieked with excitement while pulling dipper’s arm to the living room.

Dipper took a deep breath and sat down next to Stan and started talking.”Hey grunkle Stan,I am sorry for my out burst.It’s just there is a lot of stuff that has been trigging my anxiety these days and I guess you not following the recipe just sent over the edge.So grunkle Stan,I am sorry.”Dipper confessed as he bowed his head to look at the floor where he sat.”It’s ok dipper.I maybe should have expected that,When I was younger ford and I used to do the same thing and I wouldn’t follow the recipe and he did the exact same thing he did.So I am kinda used to it,I am sorry to dip.”Stan answered and gave dipper a small smile to comfort him.Dipper was grateful to Stan forgiving him.Just then he got a home-made cookies from Wendy and tasted it and was shocked.”WOW!This taste amazing,I guess you are right!The cinnamon was really a must!”Dipper exclaimed still shocked.Stan didn’t respond to dipper’s shocke expression but chuckled at him.Dipper really was like his brother.Stan glance at his brother,Stan was sooo happy that his broken family had finally repaired their cracks and wa now a true bonded family.Finally.

Christmas isn’t about the money you spend on presents,it isn’t about judging your family members of the stupid actions they did that year,heck,it’s not even about the presents.Chirstmas is about sitting tighter with your relatives and just bond and grow tighter as a family as you all share crazy stories of what happen that year.That is what Chirstmas is all about.

Clarifying any questions you have:

•Mabel and Dipper are spending Chirstmas without their parents because they are still figuring out their divorce thingys and they also needed Mabel and dipper out of the house.

•They are not making cookies on Chirstmas eve is because Stan bought store-bought cookies for Santa but Mabel didn’t want Santa to eat store-bought cookies that is why Mabel wrote Santa a note saying that to come back in Chirstmas day for hot chocolate and home -made cookies so they made home-made cookies and hot chocolate on Chirstmas day.(and yes,Mabel still believes in Santa and it is sooooooo cute)

•Melody took off her costume before cooking so that it wouldn’t disturb her during the baking

•Grenda and Candy aren’t here because Grenda went to visit her boyfriend and Candy was on vacation during the Christmas.

YAY!You made it to the end.This one is long so kudos to you for making it to the end!I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and spend time with your family even if you are an introvert like me who stays up watching their phone!(it is currently very late at night.)Well thank you for reading and see you soon!BYEBYE!!!!🩷🩷🩷

Edit:Ahhhhhh!Thank you Sooooo much for 16 likes!!!!! I didn’t think that people would like this one so much but I guessed wrong.Thank you soooooo much for the love and support you have given me.i really appreciate it!!!THANK YOU!!!!!💗💗💗

[kentobb]

hiromi higuruma x female secretary (AU).

chapter 08 > chapter 10

chapter 09

Higuruma arrived at the club, his dark coat draped over his shoulders, his expression as cold as ever. The line outside stretched down the block, packed with people eager to lose themselves in music, drinks, and bad decisions. But Higuruma didn’t care about the wait.

With calm determination, he strode past everyone, ignoring their annoyed stares and whispers. The bouncer, a burly man with tattoos snaking up his arms, straightened as he approached.

“Mr. Higuruma,” the bouncer greeted with a respectful nod, immediately stepping aside to let him through.

Higuruma gave a slight nod in return and stepped into the club.

The bass reverberated through the air, the room alive with flashing lights and a tangle of bodies moving to the beat. The scent of alcohol and perfume was overwhelming, and Higuruma’s sharp gaze scanned the crowd.

As he walked through the chaos, he saw couples grinding against each other, groups laughing over drinks, and strangers locked in drunken kisses. It was a world far removed from the calm, structured order he usually inhabited, and he found it irritating.

Then he spotted a flash of white hair in the distance and immediately knew it was Gojo.

But as Higuruma approached, he froze. Gojo was making out—very enthusiastically—with a long-haired man dressed in all black. The man, who had an air of smugness, smirked against Gojo’s lips before pulling back slightly.

Higuruma rolled his eyes, his patience already worn thin. He walked up and tapped Gojo’s shoulder, causing him to glance back mid-kiss. Gojo turned, slightly embarrassed, though still grinning like the Cheshire cat.

“Boss man!” Gojo said, smoothing his hair with exaggerated flair.

The long-haired man—Geto—winked at Higuruma before disappearing into the crowd.

“Really?” Higuruma said coldly, crossing his arms.

“What?” Gojo grinned. “Can’t a guy have a little fun? Speaking of which, what are you doing here? I thought you were married to your job.”

“I’m not in the mood for games,” Higuruma said sharply. “Where is she?”

Gojo laughed, clearly relishing this. “Ohhh, so you came for her?”

Higuruma’s glare was answer enough.

“Relax,” Gojo teased, gesturing lazily. “She’s over there, with her friend.” He pointed to a booth in the corner of the room.

Higuruma turned, following the direction of Gojo’s finger, and his heart sank. There you were, sitting with Utahime, a row of empty shot glasses in front of you. You were clearly not yourself, your cheeks flushed as you swayed slightly, laughing too loud at something no one else found funny.

Higuruma’s eyes narrowed as he watched Utahime drunkenly flirt with some guy who seemed equally intoxicated, leaving you to down another drink on your own.

Without hesitation, Higuruma made his way to you, weaving through the crowd with purpose.

When he reached the booth, he slid into the seat next to you and fixed you with a cold stare. “Haven’t you had enough?” he asked, his tone clipped and disapproving.

You turned to him, your gaze unfocused, and squinted as if trying to recognize him. “Ohhhh, it’s you!” you slurred, your words tumbling over each other. “Higuruma, the serious guy. You kiss me and then you regret it. What are you doing here? You don’t even like fun.”

His jaw tightened. “Clearly, neither do you.”

You leaned closer, blinking at him with exaggerated curiosity. “Are you mad at me? You always look mad. Are you mad right now?”

“I’m not mad,” he said tersely, though his eyes betrayed his concern.

“Good,” you said, leaning back with a dramatic sigh. “’Cause if you were mad, I’d be so sad. Like, sooooo sad.”

Higuruma pinched the bridge of his nose and waved the bartender over. “Whiskey. Neat.”

The bartender recognized him immediately, nodding with deference as he hurried to fulfill the order.

Meanwhile, Higuruma kept his gaze on you, his cold demeanor intensifying every time someone so much as glanced your way. He sat stiffly, his presence alone a deterrent to anyone thinking of approaching.

“So,” you said, breaking his thoughts, your tone playful and slurred. “Do you always look this grumpy, or is it just for me? It is because I spilled your caramel macchiato on my first day?”

Higuruma gave you a blank stare. “You’re drunk.”

“You’re drunk,” you retorted childishly, poking his shoulder.

“I’m not,” he said flatly.

“You should be!” you declared, raising your empty glass like a toast. “We’re at a club, Mr. Grumpy Lawyer Man. You should let loose! Have fun!”

Higuruma ignored your antics, though the corner of his mouth twitched in irritation—or maybe amusement.

The bartender returned with his whiskey, and he took a slow sip, savoring the burn.

You watched him intently, your head tilting slightly. Then, as if struck by a sudden epiphany, you blurted out, “You’re really attractive, you know that?”

Higuruma froze mid-sip, nearly choking on his drink. He coughed, setting the glass down as he fixed you with a sharp glare.

“What?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

“I said you’re attractive,” you repeated confidently, despite your slurred words. “Like, ridiculously attractive.”

Higuruma’s ears turned red, but his expression remained stoic. “You’re drunk,” he said again, more forcefully this time.

“And you’re avoiding the compliment,” you shot back with a smug grin.

He exhaled sharply, lifting his glass and muttering to himself, “This is going to be a long night.”

You signaled the bartender for another round of shots, your mind already hazy and your limbs light with the effects of the alcohol. Higuruma, sitting next to you, immediately rolled his eyes, his cold demeanor unwavering despite the growing tension in his body.

He was doing everything in his power to not let his protective instincts take over, but it was a battle. Watching you, so carefree, so vulnerable, was making it difficult to ignore the urge to just drag you out of the club and lock you in a safe, quiet room where no one could touch you. Where no one could look at you.

The bartender quickly brought over the shots, and you raised your glass with a drunken grin. “Cheers!” you slurred, downing the drink in one go. The burn felt good, or maybe it was just the numbness that came with it.

Higuruma turned his head slightly, trying to look away, but his gaze flicked back to you almost immediately. You were having fun. But that fun, at least from his point of view, was spiraling out of control.

Before he could even blink, Utahime, clearly oblivious to everything else, grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the dance floor. The two of you moved, as if magnetically drawn to the music, your bodies swaying and grinding to the beat. The rhythm was fast, sexy, and energetic—and it only made Higuruma’s jaw clench harder.

He stood there, in the same spot, unable to look away from you. His eyes narrowed as every man within a five-foot radius of the dance floor started eyeing you. It was a mix of desire and greed in their gaze, and Higuruma could feel his anger building with each passing second.

He looked over at Gojo, who was in the midst of his usual flirting, this time with the same long-haired man from earlier. Gojo shot him a grin, but Higuruma barely spared him a glance. He was too busy trying to not throw the entire club out for staring at you.

Then, just as the tension seemed unbearable, Higuruma saw him—one of the men in the crowd, who was too eager for his own good, was approaching you. The guy tried to slide his way into your dance space, and you, still blissfully drunk, politely pushed him away. But he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Higuruma’s chest tightened as the guy grabbed your waist, pulling you closer against your will. You tried to push him off, but the alcohol clouding your senses made it difficult, and you only half-heartedly attempted to free yourself.

Higuruma had seen enough. His anger surged to the surface in an instant. He marched forward, eyes cold and filled with fury. Without hesitation, he shoved the man to the floor, sending him sprawling in front of everyone.

The entire club fell silent.

Higuruma stood over the guy, his voice cold but seething. “She said no.” The words were final, a warning.

The man scrambled to his feet, his face flushed with shock and anger. He tried to argue, but Higuruma was not having it. His posture was menacing, and his voice was like ice as he yelled again. “She said no!”

The guy, unwilling to back down, took a step toward Higuruma, ready to throw a punch. But before he could do anything, Gojo appeared from nowhere, sliding between the two of them with surprising speed. He threw his arms out, separating them instantly.

“Whoa, whoa, guys, let’s all just calm down,” Gojo said, his tone oddly light-hearted for the situation. He held up his hands, signaling peace. “Let’s not ruin the party, alright?”

The guy, now visibly embarrassed, shot one last glare at Higuruma before turning to leave the scene. Security swooped in almost immediately, escorting him out of the club with quick efficiency.

Meanwhile, you, blissfully unaware of the chaos, had been staring at the entire situation with wide, confused eyes. You were still drunk, still trying to process everything. The loud music, the flashing lights, the people moving around you—it all felt like it was spinning in slow motion.

When Higuruma grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the crowd, you blinked a few times, still dazed. “Higuruma…?” you slurred, trying to form a coherent sentence.

He didn’t answer immediately. His face was stone-cold, his jaw tight, as he led you away from the dance floor and toward a quieter area of the club. He was doing his best to maintain his calm, but anyone could see that he was furious, and his grip on your hand was almost too tight.

“You’re going home,” he said, his voice clipped, betraying none of the concern he was actually feeling. The club, with its chaos and noise, was no place for you right now.

You stumbled slightly in your heels, still not quite sober enough to fully understand what had just happened. “You’re… mad?” you asked, your tone soft, your voice vulnerable.

Higuruma glanced down at you, his eyes softer for a brief second before the coldness returned. “You’re drunk,” he muttered, his tone barely audible above the music. “And you’re not staying here.”

“But—” You hiccupped and tried to protest, but the rest of your words got lost in the dizzying spin of the night.

“No,” Higuruma said firmly, still pulling you through the crowd with a speed that made it hard to keep up. “You’re not staying here to get harassed by idiots.”

You were too drunk to argue, and honestly, his presence was a strange comfort. Even though he was cold, harsh, and incredibly serious, you felt a strange sense of security when he was around. Maybe it was the way he was so protective of you, even in a place like this.

By the time he led you outside into the cool night air, you could barely focus on anything. The noise of the club seemed miles away now.

“You’re going home,” he repeated, his voice steady as ever, though his eyes lingered on you longer than necessary, still angry—but now, with a hint of relief.

The car’s engine hummed softly as Higuruma drove through the night, the city lights casting faint reflections on the windshield. The air inside the car was thick with tension, his mind racing despite his calm exterior. He could feel the weight of the night—the chaos in the club, the anger that had boiled inside him, and now, the responsibility of making sure you were safe.

You, on the other hand, were oblivious to all of it, your head lulled against the seat, your body swaying slightly with every turn. Your breathing was steady, though the occasional hiccup betrayed the alcohol that had clearly overwhelmed you.

Higuruma glanced over at you. He saw your soft, peaceful face, your lips slightly parted as you slept. A part of him hated that you’d been so drunk in the first place, but another part couldn’t deny that he was relieved you were no longer in the chaos of the club.

Still, he had a responsibility—one that he hadn’t anticipated when he first agreed to work with you.

He sighed. There was no way he could take you back to your apartment in your current state. You wouldn’t even be able to find your keys, let alone unlock the door. And the last thing he wanted was for something to happen to you when you were so vulnerable.

With a deep, almost resigned breath, he made a sharp turn. He was heading the opposite way of your apartment—towards his penthouse.

As Higuruma parked in the garage of his penthouse, his guards eyed him curiously as he pulled the car to a stop. They weren’t used to seeing him with anyone, let alone a woman, especially one who looked as though she could barely keep her eyes open.

“Everything okay, sir?” one of them asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Everything’s fine,” Higuruma said curtly, his tone making it clear that no further questions were needed. He didn’t want to explain, didn’t want to talk about it. He simply grabbed the keys, got out, and walked to the passenger side of the car.

The guards exchanged confused glances, but none of them dared to question him further. They watched as Higuruma carefully scooped you up from the car, his hand steady as he supported your weight.

As he carried you to the elevator, he could feel the eyes of his security team on him. They were all surprised. A woman? Here? In his penthouse? It wasn’t like him to have anyone over, let alone someone in this state.

But he didn’t care. He just wanted to make sure you were okay.

He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. The silence in the elevator was heavy, and for a moment, Higuruma allowed himself to breathe. He felt the weight of responsibility, but there was also something else—a strange sense of protectiveness that he couldn’t shake.

When they reached his penthouse, Higuruma was already tired of the silent questions his guards were surely dying to ask, so he simply nodded at them and moved toward the guest room. However, upon a second thought, he decided that it was better to take you to his personal room. He didn’t want to deal with the added complications of trying to explain this to anyone.

He laid you gently on his bed, the soft sheets barely ruffling as you adjusted to the comfort. You muttered something incoherent, still caught between the fog of sleep and the effects of the alcohol.

Higuruma sighed as he looked down at you, a faint smirk appearing despite his cold exterior. You were so out of it, mumbling nonsense, your words slurring as your eyelids fluttered.

“You’re a mess,” he muttered under his breath, but there was no heat behind it—just a strange mixture of exasperation and reluctant care.

You stirred as he moved to pull the blankets over you. Your sleepy eyes blinked up at him, your face scrunching in confusion as if you were trying to figure out where you were.

“Higuruma…” you mumbled, your voice soft and sleepy. “Where are we?”

He didn’t answer immediately, but instead pulled the covers up to your chin, tucking them around you. His gaze softened slightly as he took in your features, the way your lips were parted just a little, the way your hair fell messily around your face.

You blinked again, and then, still in your half-drunken state, you whispered, “Kiss me again.”

Higuruma froze. His breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t been expecting that.

He shook his head, his hand resting on the edge of the bed as he leaned down slightly to meet your gaze. “No,” he said firmly, his voice cold and controlled despite the burning sensation in his chest. “Sleep.”

You pouted, your eyes glossy and unfocused as you stared up at him. “But I want to feel… I want you to…” You trailed off, too tired and drunk to finish the sentence.

Higuruma closed his eyes briefly, trying to maintain his composure. You were drunk—drunk—and none of this made sense. He couldn’t let himself be caught up in whatever this was.

“Sleep,” he repeated, his voice less harsh this time but still firm. “You’re not thinking straight.”

You blinked at him again and then, without another word, settled back into the bed, your body sinking into the softness of the sheets. Higuruma stood there for a moment, watching you as you drifted into a peaceful sleep. There was something about the way you looked in that moment—vulnerable, innocent, and utterly unaware of the chaos that had been happening around you.

He sighed, his cold façade slipping slightly as he pulled the blanket further up your body. He placed your head carefully on the pillows, his own pillows, and smoothed your hair back from your face.

As he backed away from the bed, he ran a hand through his hair, trying to get his thoughts in order.

Without saying a word, he walked to the small sofa in the corner of the room, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and sank into the cushions.

His eyes never left you. The quiet rhythm of your breathing was the only sound in the room, and for a long while, he just sat there, watching you sleep.

He didn’t know why he was so drawn to you, why it bothered him so much to see you so drunk and defenseless, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more between you two—something he hadn’t fully grasped yet.

With a deep breath, Higuruma took a sip of the whiskey, feeling the warmth of it spread through him. As he watched you sleep, he could only wonder what the future held.

But for now, all he could do was sit there, his thoughts clouded by a mix of concern, frustration, and a growing sense of something more complicated than he was ready to admit.

[makib1tch]

ummm all of them 😅

OKAY OKAY THISLL BE LONG BUT ILL TRY

the character everyone gets wrong : Alnst Luka. LIKE I GET THAT PEOPLE DONT LIKE HIM BUT HE ISNT THE VILLAIN. THE ALIENS ARE THE FUCKING VILLAINS. Like I lowkey feel like he doesn’t understand that what he’s doing is wrong. Like he wants to survive. Thats how the alien taught him too. DONT GET ME STARTED ILL RAMBLE WAY TOO FUCKIN MUCH

a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom: uhhh my fav is Aventurine and I see him as a switch sooooo….idk 🥲🥲🥲🥲.

screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr : uuuuuuh idk sorry

what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person? : idk if it counts but like I had a friend I vented to her and told her I $h and she started to insult me and yea I was having a panic attack and blocked her

worst discord server and why : I’m never on discord so idk

which ship fans are the most annoying? Not all of them (I sometimes ship it too) but aventio/ratiorine/call them what u want idc. Like. There are ratiorine shippers who are like "OOOOHOOHH AVENTURINE IS SUCH A HORNY BOTTOM WHOREEE AND RATIO IS A HORNY DOM EUZKZKALALAL" and then they go and ruin the entire fucking characters. Like I like the ship when it’s done right. When they respect the fuckin characters. Not when they ship them out of pure horniness. BUT NOT ALL OF THEM. Oh and it’s the same for Ruikasa (pjsk) shippers.

what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them? : I used to hate Ratio. Because of the weird ratiorine shippers.

common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about : THAT LUKA FROM

ALNST IS THE VILLAIN

worst part of canon : idkidkkdk

worst part of fanon : idk too sorry im shit at ask games

number of fandom-related words you've filtered : none

the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them : Alnst Luka. Again with him. HES SUCH A FUCKIN INTERESTING AND COMPLEX CHARACTER ILOVE HIM

worst blorboficiation : the fuck is that?

that one thing you see in fics all the time : in x reader like "you have blue eyes and black hair" THEN NO THATS NOT AN X READER

that one thing you see in fanart all the time: aaaaaahh idkk I see way too much fanarts everyday

you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc) : Hyuna x Luka. I don’t understand. They’re so toxic like

there should be more of this type of fic/art: anyone comforting aventurine. My baby needs comfort. I love him. I want to hug him

it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on... : i don’t think people have been sleeping on but idk she still doesn’t get enough credit everyone go read @aventurineswife ‘s fics they’re so fuckin good.

you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like... : those x reader fics that are written out of straight up horniness. They be having the most obscene and devious devilish things.

part of canon you found tedious or boring : the whole xianzhou luofu quest ig. Expect for Tingyun I love her. But like idk I was kinda bored in it. Maybe it’s just me idk

part of canon you think is overhyped : Himekos death in csm. Like I saw people being super sad but like…idk. I didnt feel sad for her. I felt bad for Aki since he was sad yeah. But Himeko like her death didn’t do anything for me.

your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores : AAAAAAAH IDK IM SORRY

ship you've unwillingly come around to : Ratiorine, I used to hate it. Now I like it. (I’m not sure I understood the question lmao)

topic that brings up the most rancid discourse : The hospital scene in the End of Evangelion. I don’t have to explain. I think just no one should talk about it.

common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing : "Denji is a dumb pervert."

OK FINALLY FINISHED I TOOK WAY TOO FUCKIN LONG TO ANSWER THIS

I’m shit at ask games sorry lmao

[vee-beeee]

Games

HIII

Another short fluffy and crack one one for yallll, because Im trying not to write 3 million words LOL

If you know what video this is from, you are a certified hood banger

Premise: The boys are a littleeee competitive

just a tad

but so are you

Warnings: anger, swearing maybe, big baby rage mad boys, poor gladio

Chocobros x reader

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"UNO"

"Prompto, I swear to god, if you win again ill kill you"

"I'm joining in on that"

"Anything for his majesty"

Sooooo you were currently sitting at a picnic table, cards in hand, watching 3 angry men stare down a VERY scared Prom. The poor guy chuckled and shied away from the group while Noctis silently took his turn, slapping down a card as he continued to glare at the blonde. Ignis took his turn and as always, he took 5 minutes to analyze his cards. You bit the inside of your cheek, and looked down at your own cards, feeling a little bad for Prompto. But he had won 3 times already, so that made any guilt you felt fade away. This was war.

As you scanned your cards you found a pretty deadly one in the mix. Should you do it?

Should you play a +4 on Gladio when he only had 2 cards left?

He might actually strangle you, nobody would be able save you.

Oh well. You will die a peaceful death, suffocating in his bicep.

Your turn

"NO WHY" Gladio yelled out from next to you when he saw the card you gently threw into the pile, making you cringe away from the burly man. Noctis burst into laughter, and Ignis joined in silent chuckles when he saw the card.

"Y/n, baby, why would you do this too me??" you closed your eyes and sighed, slowly facing the man. You cracked one peeper open to see that he looked SO depressed, his shoulders were hunched and he was grumbling as he grabbed the extra cards. Feeling bad, you brushed your arm against his and gently leaned up to kiss his cheek. He just glared at you, and continued pouting.

Gladio finished taking all the cards, and soon it was Prompto's turn. Everyone waited with bated breathe as he sighed a reluctantly took one more card. Cue everyone cheering.

Prompto looked like a kicked puppy, so you leaned over to him to give him some encouragement. Kinda

"Just remember, you've won 2 times already" you winked and pulled yourself back to your original position as Prom reddened, and gave you a small smile. You returned it, and the game continued.

Finally, it was your turn once again. You turned to Gladio and saw him intensely staring at your cards, almost like he was scared of what was going to happen. You smirked to yourself and put down a regular red card, and you watched Gladio's body sag with relief. He exhaled and put down a green card (same number) without thinking twice.

And then everyone turned to Prompto, who sheepishly drew another card.

And then another.

And then another.

This went on for a WHILE

Prompto started screaming about how he "doesn't have a green" and your party started wheezing with laughter at the poor blonde.

Finally he managed to pull one.

Prom let out a relieved groan as he set down a green nine. He looked down at his massive amount of cards he accumulated and you counted that he had 10. You gave him a sad smile, and he opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted.

By Ignis telling Noct "not to do it"

You looked over and saw the prince shaking with laughter, as Ignis (having seen the card being shown to him) was desperately telling Noct not to do something.

And then he put down a green reverse card.

And Prompto almost burst into tears. He cried out one final "I DONT HAVE A GREEN" while Noctis fell backwards with laughter. You looked around the group, and mentally took a picture of everyone.

Promptos look of absolute betrayal, Gladio holding on to his stomach and wheezing, and Ignis with his head in his hands.

And of course, Noctis on the ground.

You leaned your face in your hands that were resting on the table and chuckled, and slightly kicked the giggling prince who was rolling under the table.

You loved game night.

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Just a lil short one :D

I rewatched this uno video and I love it so much lol

HOPE YOU ENJOYED READINGG

[saintobio]

Omg ok ok hello! I had this huge rant in my head about sy and sn so pls feel free to ignore it, but I love your writing so much and it gives me some STRONG FEELINGS. First of all it surprised me that I like the way you write y/n cuz she doesn't become a "bitch" after the whole deal with Gojo and have some elaborate revenge plan, but she is also not a goody two shoes (even if she stayed with Gojo earlier but she had a lot of external pressure to stay in the marriage). Not that those tropes are necessarily bad but it's just more realistic this way. She's just a person who has been deeply hurt and is trying to do right by others. Even if she has made big mistakes, she still wants to make up for them cuz she's not completely in the right either. Also getting bashed by everyone for trying to make amends/ not following their advice regarding you own life; while very triggering for me (lol) is also just such a natural reaction. Not right, just natural. When things get out of people's hands and they want to blame someone for it, they often go for the one who is actually trying and won't retaliate if for nothing than to just keep the peace. Also wanting people to understand your side of the situation yet feeling undeserving of it at the same time because of your mistakes is UGHHH I feel like you do that so well! It's amazing but genuinely heartbreaking to see how far Satoru has come as a person too. Also when he thinks about how he wants to be a better person for Akemi IT MADE ME WANT TO PUT MY HEAD THROUGH A WALL... cuz WHY COULDN'T HE BE LIKE THAT FOR US!!! At the same time we have moved on without him, so if we are allowed that luxury then why isn't he? It's just so ANGSTY AND SO SO GOOD! Because we love Satoru we always will but he had a chance and he fricked it over terribly! So it would be idiotic to go back to him but at the same time the heart yearns for him. This is a side tangent but whenever any character says "this is not like you", "you have changed, this isn't how you'd act" makes me so MAD lol (maybe bc I am triggered?) But these guys WATCHED MY GIRL GO THROUGH SOME HORRIFIC SHIT AND STILL EXPECT HER TO NOT BE PERMANANTLY AND IRREVERSIBLY CHANGED???!! ;-;; IDK what they want from her oof >.< I do think Akemi is a shitty friend but I can't bring myself to hate her completely. Seeing them together is so ANGER INDUCING AAAAA (and her wanting a family with him is fine BUT THIS EARLY?!JUST AFTER ADMITTING YOU FEEL "SORRY" FOR BETRAYING US?! IT MAKES ME WANNA HURL HER TRHOUGH CONCRETE) but at the same time Satoru and Akemi both deserve someone who can love them. It feels hypocritical to be angry when we ourselves told him to move on and find someone who can love him the way he deserves. It's just very very shitty it had to be them. Sera is also such an interesting character. She has a lot of traits that I admire a lot. Her resourcefulness and complete and utter pride/confidence and being unashamed to ask for things/ stand up for herself (even when she is wrong) is something I wish I had sometimes. Still wanna stick her head through a toilet tho and yet when a person who slept with a married man can see the bloody violation of girls' code that is sleeping with your bff's EX HUSBAND oh BOY you should KNOW SOMETHING IS WRONG. I have no strong feelings for Toji (cuz I don't like him much anyways but that's just personal bias XD )but I do think his anger and frustration is well founded especially since he runs over whenever the reader needs him. He's so supportive and invested and honestly he deserves someone who can give that back to him. It's kinda sad but then again I don't like him much to begin with lol.

OH AND THE ENDING OF THE LAST CHAPTER IS SOOOOO PAINFUL. To always be the second choice even for YOUR SON OHHH MAN I'D RATHER YOU PUT A KNIFE THROUGH MY HEART ;-;

All in all I hate how much I love this series and love to hate these characters and take out my repressed anger on them cuz I can't do that irl. This series is my Roman Empire lol. It's so painful, yet so beautiful and it makes you FEEL so many things and yet hold out hope for things to become better. I love this, love you and your writing- ok mwah bye bye (and thank you if you read this rant put together by my post nap, barely coherent brain) I have so much more that I want to say. I can write essays about this series and how it uses so many technically "cliche" tropes but it is anything but cliche . Truly some of the best angst I have read like ever!

oh wow !! i don’t even know what to say, this feels like such a comprehensive review of the sy series sdksks but i think many readers could definitely relate with some of ur points here :D this is such a nice perspective to read, thank you so much for sharing and tysm for reading sn/sy aaaaa i’m happy u enjoy the angst as much as i do <3

[somekndofnature]

WIP Weekends!!!!

Hey everyone! I'm back after a very long hiatus, but in my defense I have been consumed by writing this story. That being said, I felt my motivation waning and thought it might help to get some feedback.

This is from a modern Inu/Kag AU that I have been working on. It is the story of a miserable puppy who screwed up pretty bad when he found out that his band's new manager was his fated mate. Resenting destiny and it's cruel sense of timing, Inuyasha tries his hardest to push Kagome away in every way possible. He takes advantage of her kindness and realizes too late that he is head over heels in love with her before he chased her away.

Now, six years later he is doing everything possible to win her back. Kagome comes to his home in Vegas, hoping to reconnect with her old friend Sango but shocked to find the whole band waiting for her. Inuyasha is ready to start a new album and needs her help, but she is less than eager to jump back into a partnership with them. After a very tense and public argument, Kagome leaves with Sango and promise to make a decision after listening to the music.

Inuyasha feels slighted and decides that the best way to get her undivided attention is to follow Kagome home to LA... on the same flight. Not creepy at right?

This picks up after the plane lands. Kagome has fallen asleep on Inuyasha's arm after they talked out a few things on the trip. In her half-conscious state, she doesn't realize when or where she is and makes a few off hand comments that, while true, still hurt Inuyasha's feelings.

Sooooo... whew! That was a very long summary. Thanks for sticking with me, but I think that's enough context, for now. Please let me know what you think. This story has been so self-indulgent; it would be nice to know if someone liked it as much as I do.

HERE WITH YOU

Kagome felt a gentle shake to her knee and grumbled, nuzzling deeper into the warmth at her side.

“C’mon, baby,” Inuyasha’s deep voice rumbled before soft lips brushed her cheek. “You gotta get up.”

She groaned and squeezed her eyes tighter, unwilling to break from the pull of slumber. She was comfortable dammit, and she could feel by the heaviness of her body that she hadn’t slept long enough.

Why did he always do this?! Every damn time!

In the afterglow of their love making, when her muscles were liquid and sleep started calling for her, Inuyasha would rouse her and send her on her way before morning. It hurt. She just wanted to fall asleep next to him and pretend for just a moment that they were a real couple—not whatever this was.

“’Gome,” he prompted again with another shake to her knee.

“Oh, come on,” she whined. “Why do I always gotta go? None of the other girls leave before sunrise.”

She felt him stiffen beside her and braced for his cutting response. Instead, he released a soft whine, nuzzling his nose against hers.

“Baby, there are no other girls,” he whispered, voice tight. “And I swear, I’ll never let you leave before sunrise again,but you need to wake up; we’re here.”

The entire morning came back to Kagome in a rush. She sat straight up in her seat, blinking at the plane and it’s slowly deboarding passengers. She was home, in LA, with Inuyasha. Her eyes snapped up to meet his golden gaze; he looked so sad and resigned.

Her half-conscious words surfaced in her mind as her cheeks grew hot. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

“Well, I did,” he replied, flicking open his seatbelt and moving to stand.

Impending tears pricked at her eyes as she lurched forward and grabbed his arm. “Wait! Inu, please don’t be mad.”

He turned back to her with brows furrowed, grasping her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t worry about me being mad, okay? I’m not; I’m just grabbing your suitcase.” He leaned down and planted a swift kiss to her lips before moving into the aisle.

Kagome sat back in her chair and pushed a hand through her bangs, still so disoriented from sleep that she forgot to chastise him for the overly familiar action. She couldn’t drum up her earlier resentment anyway. It was difficult when he was being so sweet and attentive.

She gathered up her purse from the floor, hiked it onto her shoulder, and scooted towards the aisle, reaching to take her suitcase from Inuyasha’s hands. She frowned when he didn’t pass it to her and instead stooped down to grab his duffle.

He turned towards her with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Ready?”

“I can carry that,” she replied while motioning to her bag.

Inuyasha shook his head. “I got it. C’mon.”

He made a space for her in front of him and allowed her into line. They filed out behind other passengers.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

They scooted forward a few inches at a time, ignoring the accidental jostles they received in the process.

Someone still in their chair mumbled something as they passed.

Inuyasha snarled from behind her, “Shut up and mind your own damn business.”

“What did he say?” Kagome asked, looking over her shoulder as they trudged forward.

He scowled. “Nothin’, just another asshole tryin’ to be funny. On this flight they’re a dime a dozen, apparently.”

She shook her head and giggled at the slight dusting of pink across his nose when Inuyasha’s eyes widened. He dropped his bag and reached forward to wrap hand around her arm, pulling her back against his chest and saving her from face-planting into a suitcase wheel.

Kagome was shell-shocked for a moment before warm breath tickled the hair against her ear.

“Careful, baby. Eyes forward,” Inuyasha whispered before releasing her and grabbing his duffle once again.

She nodded and waved off the apology from the man in front of her while trying to steady her fluttering heart. She had never received this kind of attention from him before and it was throwing her off. Every ounce of his focus seemed attuned to her; she could even feel his aura enveloping her like a protective blanket. It was overwhelming.

She slid forward when the line started to move, fanning her flaming face; it didn’t help. Kagome rose on tiptoe and glanced to the front door. Only a little longer and she could take a free breath without him towering behind her and saturating every molecule of air with his delicious sandalwood scent. It was making her head swim.

“Anxious to get away?” Inuyasha purred into her ear.

Kagome tripped over her feet, bumping the person in front of her. They tossed a glare over their shoulder. She mumbled an apology as they neared the cockpit and blessedly the front door. She could hear the cheery voices of the flight attendants just a few people ahead of her.

Inuyasha leaned closer and whispered, “Breathe, ‘Gome.”

“I’m trying,” Kagome hissed, glaring over her shoulder. “It’s not my fault you smell so damn g—”

“Thank you for flying with us today,” one of those cheery voices interrupted.

All the color drained from her face as she whipped around and stumbled over a ‘thank you’, rushing out the door and into the open air. Kagome took a deep breath and almost choked on the scent of exhaust. As long as it wasn’t ‘throw your underwear at me’ sandalwood, she was fine.

She turned to face the no doubt mocking expression of her companion, but Inuyasha didn’t react beyond setting her suitcase on the floor and rolling it it behind him up the ramp.

Kagome blinked. Was he just going to ignore all that?

She caught up to his side and glanced at his face. As she stared a corner of his mouth began to twitch upwards.

Kagome frowned and waved a hand at him. “Go on. Laugh it up.”

“What?” he replied with a chuckle. “You nearly hyperventilated because I smell so damn good. What’s funny about that?”

“You don’t know that I was going to say good,” she snapped.

Inuyasha tossed her a smug smile. “You’re right; you were probably gonna say great.”

“Or gross,” she grumbled, stomping ahead of him towards the terminal.

She turned around just inside to give him a piece of her mind but lost her ire as she looked him over. Although he was laughing, the mirth didn’t reach his eyes and even his ears were hanging lower than normal.

Kagome’s gaze found the white toes of her Chucks, wrapping her hands around her purse strap. Some matching shoes in red invaded her line of vision.

“Hey,” he said, giving her arm a nudge. “What’s wrong? I was just teasin’.”

“It’s not that,” she said, peeking up at him through her bangs. “I was just wondering, do you have somewhere to stay tonight?”

“Not really,” he replied with a shrug, but his ears perked. “Figured I would deal with that once we landed.”

Kagome cleared her throat and looked away, squeezing the leather between her hands. “Well, you can stay with me, if you want. I don’t have an extra bedroom, but I have a couch that’s pretty—”

Inuyasha reached forward and tilted her head up until she saw his sparkling golden eyes. “That sounds perfect,” he purred, rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip.

She was momentarily stunned but managed a nod.

“Was it gorgeous?” he asked with a fangy grin that lit up his whole face.

Kagome’s brow knit, not understanding his meaning until the light finally dawned. “No, it was grody!” she shouted while whipping around and storming off.

“Nah,” he replied, following a step behind. “It was probably glorious.”

“It was grimy!”

“How about grand?”

“How about gag me!”

Inuyasha stumbled and coughed before Kagome registered what had flown past her lips. She slapped a hand over her mouth in horror.

He shook the dazed look away from his face and smirked. “If you insist, baby.”

Kagome flushed. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

Inuyasha laughed and leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“S-stop it,” she stuttered.

His brow furrowed, turning serious. “Maybe it was a phrase instead. Something like ‘good enough to eat’.”

“Ugh,” she groaned and turned on her heel, stomping away at a good clip. “Will you drop it already? Geez, you’re like a d—" Kagome sputtered out a laugh mid-sentence.

“What?” Inuyasha asked from behind her. “What is it?”

She turned around to see him staring at her like a very curious dog, head tilted to the side and ears perked to her amusement. Kagome doubled over, giggling until there were tears in her eyes.

“’Gome, people are starting to stare like you’ve gone nuts,” he whispered. “What the hell is so funny?”

Her laughter petered out to a slight chuckle as she shook her head. “Nothing, it’s just in your nature, I guess.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She offered him a coy smile and stepped forward, taking her suitcase handle from his hand. Inuyasha huffed in protest but was soothed by the way she intertwined their fingers.

“C’mon, Puppy,” Kagome purred while pulling him to the doors. “Now we just need to figure out where I parked.”

“You didn’t take a picture of your spot?” he groaned.

She laughed. “Do I ever?”

[harrowharks-iliac-crest]

47

Fifth skull, in two - the exorcism is about to begin.

She had said to Ortus, “I thought the messages were hallucinations, even though I never hallucinated like that before. It was easier to believe I was succumbing to the madness again.” “Harrow,” he had said, “I have come to the conclusion that you were never mad … though who can be the judge of madness?”

Just like me, Ortus thinks the insanity was an artefact of the whole Harrow's brain being seriously messed with.

“Pal always said I’d be the death of him. And I was … He and I never even got to meet. I never even really got off Rhodes. It seems like such a bastard. You did kill the Lyctor, didn’t you?” “Yes,” said Harrowhark. “Was it quick?” “Quicker than she deserved,” said Harrow.

Harrow, don't be so sure of that.

And if, somehow, they managed to get Palamedes to join their little bubble from his - then perhaps Dulcinea and him could still meet, at least in death? That would be sweet.

Harrow remembered that Palamedes Sextus had made a war of his whole life in order to prosecute his desire to marry this woman. “The only thing that ever stopped me being exactly who I wanted,” she said, “was the worry that I would soon be dead … and now I am dead, Reverend Daughter, and I am sick of roses, and I am horny for revenge.”

Oh hell yeah. The real Dulcinea Septimus is really cool, I like her.

“Oh, Harrow, bless you, I always was a busybody,” she said smilingly. “Don’t thank me for sticking my oar in. You asked me to come, and I came. I understand you didn’t ask on purpose, but I like to think that there was a grain in your soul that saw yourself in need, and perhaps thought to itself, I wish I had Abigail Pent. It takes a great deal of ego to be a psychopomp. Thank you for letting me be yours.” And she curtseyed to Harrowhark, with enormous grace. Harrowhark bowed in return, and found herself saying, “The body of the Locked Tomb preserve you and yours, Pent,” and meaning it.

I'm sooooooooo happy we get to spend some time with Real Abigail. I was always so sad that they died so early in Gideon the Ninth. I always felt like Harrow's fake memories felt too real, when it came to her. I'm sooooo glad it's really her, well, her soul.

Abigail asked: “Who are you?” And with a sodium flare sparking from Abigail’s fingers, the lid of the coffin swung open [...] There was nothing inside.

:o

The Sleeper was not, in the end, of any great height or breadth, and the voice that had emerged from that mask was not inhuman. In fact, it was a woman’s voice. “You wizards never learn,” said the Sleeper.

My bets are still on Cytherea, somewhat.

“Listen to your leader,” said the Sleeper. “Don’t engage. I’m not here for you, but don’t think you can’t die again. Just give me the girl, and the rest of you are free to go back to whatever hell you came from.” Abigail said, from somewhere in cover, “You must be joking.”

You really think Harrow's friends are going to abandon her so easily? After already going through all of this for her - while being able to leave, and deliberately choosing not to?

“Seven,” said the Sleeper. “Six. Five—” “My cue, I think,” said Magnus Quinn.

I LOVE this. I love all of them banding together to fight an unnamed, faceless, terrifying ghost.

“I have known one death,” he said hoarsely, “and I swear that I will not know its like again.” “Smart boy,” rasped the Sleeper, her voice still strangely fuzzy, as if she were speaking through a communicator. “Figuring out the limits, are we? Doesn’t matter. My rules.”

Souls can die in here, but not so easily. I'm completely gripped, I'm on the edge of my seat, the real world doesn't even exist to me anymore.

“What happens? What happens if you take me?” Ortus said urgently, “Lady, no.” The Sleeper said, “You’ll die. It doesn’t have to hurt. I’m not here to torture anyone.” “And?” “I get your body.” “And?” “I finish it.” “Finish what?” “This isn’t a conversation. Two.”

How terrifying!

It could still be Cytherea. She saved Harrow's body earlier - it could be because she wanted it for herself.

But I somehow feel like it's getting somewhat less likely that it's her.

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

1. What the FUCK you were talking about Saxton Hale on here without me????

2. Saxton falls into such a weird category as a character because while he’s absolutely batshit insane and a war criminal that has firebombed Woodstock and killed over 1000 people, he has some genuinely pathetic moments?? Like his whole thing with Admin he’s trying sooooo hard to get her to fuck him and she wants absolutely nothing to do with him. Hell she even stole all his Australium before going into hiding in the comics and he had no fucking idea and he wasn’t even mad at her about it once he found out. Also the whole thing with him losing Mann Co while hilarious is like. You’re telling me this man is refusing to fight a child when it’s his company on the line when he has committed much greater atrocities? AND THEN WHEN OLIVIA KICKED HIM OUT OF THE BUILDING HE LOOKED SO SAD AND DEJECTED??? And THEN when the robots wouldn’t fight him and he just sadly walked off???? God he is just The Character Ever to me and I want to put him under a microscope and study him forever and I think it’s safe to say I’m the biggest Saxton Hale fan Ever

Oh yeah I definitely do think there are elements of "patheticness" or whatever to him and that's kind of what the joke is, not ONLY is he this absurd parody of Action Guy masculinity but he also sucks, either in that he can't do things right or that he just. does shit that's objectively bad for his employees LMAO. However I feel like Completely reducing him to "uwu kicked puppy" (which I can see being the direction people take this Halenaissance in) ALSO removes the caveat of his joke. He would never in a million years attempt to utilize his "patheticness" for or against anything. He wouldn't even view himself as "pathetic" most of the time (or any time, sans the time he lost his company where he was clearly pretty down on himself). Idk I just don't wanna see a reduction of all the EXPLOSIPUNCH! traits of the EXPLOSIPUNCH! guy in order to fit like this veeery early 2020s fandom meme of "pathetic babygirl man heart eyes"

[dustyy-angel]

Ahhh I think you're one of the best persons!

Um im mad that im being ignored. That im being valued as less important.

Idk it just makes me feel like nessie all over again like that I had found this super cool person and come to find out she/they idk know we're stringing me along for years and hated me and was telling other friends all these lies about me and it hurt bad and like the messed up thing is there's times I still miss them and want them back even though they're toxic and after more a year and I was like oh ill never fall into that again and all the newsies people are great they would never do what happened with nessie or brenden dbsvx idk im just hurt and sad and bring irrational probably

Anon you are literally one of my favorite people and I don't even know who you are yet haha :)

And ya know anon, I actually went through something very similar to that start of last year. (Bit of a rant below to cut)

I had this big friend group and it was my 3 best friends and my boyfriend and then like 5 or 6 other people who I was also really close to and then one day my best friends girlfriend moved to our school and started causing lots of trouble with our group and I tried to fix everything as much as I could and it worked out fine for a few months and then one day out of no where the entire group just "decides" that they don't want to be my friend anymore and they all sent me these long texts with all the reasons I was apparently a bad friend and giving examples of things that literally never happened and even sending fake screenshots claiming they were from me when they weren't and I lost literally every friend I had including my boyfriend in like a 4 day period.

It really really fucked me up but I also sometimes find myself missing them and wanting to apologize to them and beg them to be my friend again even tho they all ended up being terrible people. I still have dreams (more like nightmares) involving my ex pretty often and it's just really sad because he was literally perfect all the way up until that final few days :(

But yes I'm sooooo glad that I got on Tumblr and found there was an actually active newsies fandom because everyone here is so lovely and I've met so many good and cool people like you on here <3

[ruminate88]

Toxic Online Relationships part 2. (Personal story)

Another frustrating thing with online toxic relationships IS they matched with you on a dating app. THEY message you everywhere. Snapchat, kik, slide into your DMs on IG, etc… So they are the ones that reach out first, Google you and start friend requesting you on everything!!!! They learn your name and likes before even talking to you but don’t call you by name!!! My ex Andrew called me “cutie” for months and then it switched to “babe”. He NEVER said my real name….

He even asked to FaceTime me so he was the guy in the photos which to me, I felt “ok he’s not a catfish, he’s a real man” but he is sorta a catfish …. I asked to FaceTime again later that night and he did but acted sooooooo weird. Laying in bed just not saying much and then said his roommate was sleeping and he was trying to watch his favorite tv show so he didn’t really wanna “be loud” but bro you said we can FaceTime 🤨 so I say “oh sorry I don’t wanna bother you then if you’re busy.” So then awkwardly he’s like “yeah… can we just text instead??” So we hang up…..

After that, was super hard to get him to FaceTime again or talk on the phone. It was always just Snapchat and text. Also he added me on another app as a friend which proved to me he was googling me and so I felt he was positively and actively “pursuing me”. We started a “relationship” after a summer of flirting but STILL he won’t hop on FaceTime hardly. Also he won’t post about me on annnnnny of his social media accounts.

his Facebook said “he was in a relationship” but was it even with me or someone else??? He NEVER posted about me anywhere and if I posted about him, he never liked my post or commented on it. So I felt he was keeping me a secret 😓 Also if he was around his parents, he would snap me but from his lap like he was shy and I asked him was he afraid to tell his parents about me and he said they didn’t want him to have a gf, that they wanted him to focus on school but that he would tell them about me eventually…. But yet your Facebook says you’re in a relationship 🧐

but when he was away at college, he would Snapchat me just fine no matter where he was at but some days not text or Snapchat at all. Just totally ignore me. I would ask him if he saw my post on IG about him and was it ok that I posted about him and he says “yeah it’s fine” ok…. But why do you never post about me then or like any of my post ??????

also he was in a fraternity so he would Snapchat me from the fraternity parties but he was ALWAYS sitting alone by himself or send me a photo of the wall with lights on it…. I just felt he was hiding me and who was he hiding me from????? (Maybe his actual gf)

Well I didn’t have Facebook so I never added him there but I always stalked his Facebook trying to make sense of him and I found his mom’s Facebook and it had alll his baby photos 😍😍 omg he was so cute. SOOOOO I confronted him and told him I saw his baby photos …. WOW he BLEW UP ON ME! He went super crazy and threatened me to NEVER look at his mom’s Facebook or his baby photos again… wow…. Clear issues. He was so mad at me and said he couldn’t believe I found his mom’s page and that he “wasn’t ready” to talk about it…. Yikes. Then he refused to talk to me at all for awhile and I was so sad that I broke down and told him I was “sorry” that I didn’t understand what the problem was…. He “forgave me” and said it was ok if I saw his baby photos but he begged me not to add his mom as a friend OR MESSAGE HER and said he wasn’t ready for all that….. 😨😨 wow

I just was trying so hard to understand him, make sense of his situation and intentions. I always felt like he was hiding stuff… he was never fully honest or genuine with me… ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 Yet anytime I would confront him or try to break up with him, he would get defensive and upset with me. Tell me I’m his priority and that he wants me but that he’s just busy with school and basically I need to wait … ugh months of this. He never changed or made time for me even tho he kept promising and he never posted about me anywhere. Was like I never existed …. Yet we talked for over a year!!!!!! (Also when I tried to visit his campus to see him, he said he had too much going on that it was a bad time for him)

back then I could NOT make sense. I realize now most likely he had emotional barriers I knew nothing about and he either wasn’t self aware or never felt comfortable to tell me also he’s a ladies man too. He has multiple girlfriends. That’s why he doesn’t post about any of them when he was talking to me BUT he posted photos of his next gf 💔💔. All his post were about him or his hobbies…. Had I known what his situation was, I would’ve reacted differently but maybe not. Maybe I would’ve treated him the same. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[the-good-projxct]

Feb 28th, 2024

10:11 pm. I am upstairs in Karen. Listening to Mapa’s Mother Africa. This song is fire. 

I am obsessed. I found it to post on my stories and it's just…chef’s kiss. It’s an instrumental btw. I had such a nice, wholesome, chill and vibey day. Like this is what I hoped for when I said I was coming home to lounge and chill. I was up mad early today, 7am I was up and at it. I video chatted with Zaneta, called Munene, and texted with my mom. I posted on IG. I went downstairs around noon and ate some rice with pili pili. I had some tea. Then I went and got my book and my agenda. I organized my agenda because I hadn’t touched it since a few days before I left PEI. I sat with the elders Karimi and Moka wa Mwiti. We chatted, vibed, and laughed. I played with baby Jason Mwenda. It started raining heavily which made the day get cooler, so we bundled up and went inside. Amirah and Chanel called me to catch up but also because weuh. Being Black in America is a wild box to be in. Like anyone and everyone is tryna stake their claim on Blackness without actually experiencing Blackness. I am so glad I am away from alladat. My phone battery died so I left my phone upstairs and the power went out. I got a blanket and laid on the couch and everyone was in the living room with a fire going. We just chilled like that for hours. It was sooooo nice. We were joking, laughing, jabs, history, present, dreams and just relationship building via time. I had such a lovely time just being with my people. I kept thinking that this is what I wanted. This is what I hoped for. And here I am. At supper time, we had cowpeas. It was pretty Good. With cabbage and potatoes. I didn’t know that cow peas make me bloated so my belly is pretty swollen and sore right now. It is what it is. SweSwe came home a bit later than I expected and when she got here I was upstairs in the shower. I went down with a shiny oiled up face to say hi to her and we had a laugh at how freshly showered I looked. She was upset today, I felt sad for her. Like she is quite old and experiencing really unusual behavior from her own family. I would say most people around her are leeches, just waiting for what they can take, rarely offering her something. Anyway, she was stranded at the physio clinic today and the people responsible to get her home were not answering the phone. I dunno fam, if I had a car and could drive, I would take her and wait right there in the clinic. I did it in Canada. But all these “family” members are blood family but they just leech off of her dawg. And it breaks my heart because she deserves better. At the end of the day, many of the ones leeching are her own children and grandchildren so I cannot get involved. All I want from her and for her is time with me. And I want this really cool photo of her that hangs in the hallways. That is all I ever want. The rest is time. Just time to be together. On this journey of sobriety and seeking Gøod. I know God and the Universe are with me and for me so I will never lack. I can and will continue to build myself up, I don’t need to leech off of an 86 year old woman. All in all, I really enjoyed today. I am going to finish this daily writing then do my meditation and talk to Munene for a little bit. I am learning to let go and let God.  I struggle with romantic love. Platonic and familial I am so confident in. Romantic, I have trust issues dawg. But we healing. So here, I trust & dive in.  I deserve all the Love. Love is Gøod. Life is Gøod. Ase. Ase.

[thisisanude]

i feel crazy i feel absolutely insane the timing is just so weird too like i don’t understand what’s happening ive never felt this weird and unsure of what to do in my relationship WELL i have in other ways but never this one this one is the weirdest TBH. like on one hand i love him and every time i see him i feel genuine love and happiness and like i want to build a future with him and i love hanging out with him and he makes me feel better. but on the other hand. we have had issues before he would get petty over things i really didn’t appreciate and part of me is like it’s my fault too cuz i can be bitchy like sometimes i talk before i think. but idk i feel like that’s the worst of me like he would get so upset at moments when he really shouldn’t have been or when a partner should be supportive. and the petty things. like the first time like 2 years ago when i said to him at a bar i look so good everyone here wants to fuck me and he was very upset and took that real not well but didn’t tell me about it till months later and that’s why he would get so petty. and this was the same instance when i found out that he was being petty to me bc also months ago i made a joke to his friend about his bong being dirty. and i don’t even remember how they fight went bc honestly it was awful i tried to push it away so bad sooooo bad and that fight was like a year and a half ago. i remember being truly hurt for the first time, like instead of trying to solve something he was being petty. it was so upsetting and i feel like that made me see him differently bc i will never feel like i got full closure. like i was saying sorry for doing those things too much and he wasn’t saying sorry for being petty enough. i do get angry tho and i don’t give in when im really mad. and then ! that was like the worst our relationship was bc i had already not been happy with him prob bc of his pettiness and distance from me in the before months so that fight was like damn i could see myself without you. but then things started to improve he was cleaning his act up and in a few more months i felt really happy in our relationship again. it’s like wow i can’t believe i ever felt upset or wanted to leave i want to be with you forever so bad this is my person this is my soulmate. and then next july which was almost a year later we had a big fight THE DAY I WASS MOVING OJT….. which if you know me my room and apartment is a very very very lot of work to move out from. and the last year he wasn’t in town so he didn’t help me but this year he was helping me. and last year i helped him move out after he left town and did a lot of work also but that don’t matter cuz it’s not like transactional but just saying im not only expecting help from him i help him as well. but i don’t even fucking remember what that was about either! crazy how bad my memory holds fights and bad memories like that altho i’m sure i was prob smoking a lot around this time which doesn’t help. i just remember being extremely angry with him and for the first time in a while thinking oh i don’t think i should be with him forever. and i honestly didn’t feel like i was fully recovered i feel like i was just like let’s fix this asap bc i needed to keep MOVING OUT and i didn’t want to be immensely stressed and upset. but i don’t even remember what the fuck he was upset about but i do remember him telling me i shouldn’t have told my BEST FRIEND about him potentially moving back home the next year and us maybe being long distance. and i was like wtf is wrong with you for being mad at going to my best friend like that’s an emotional upset thing for me and i also don’t wanna make you feel guilty for leaving by talking about it in a sad way. and he was like now she told her boyfriend (who is his dealer) and now everyone knows my business when i don’t want anyone to. like bitch what the fuck why do you care so much shut the fuck up holy shit and he was like why is it a big deal it’s not a big deal and i was like how can you say that. he’s like that’s like the same thing as you going to ur home country for

[bumblecrisp]

Girlfriends (pt 2)

l lawliet (death note): sorryyyyyyy i can’t help it. look at him. look at him. sad wet cat of a man i need him badly. i dont think he would want to get married tbh

legolas (the lord of the rings): he’s timeless. a classic if you will. my family is very nerdy & orlando bloom was like my first ever celebrity crush. i was heartbroken when i found out the blonde hair was a wig. i mean there’s not really much to say here he’s like the applesauce of fictional men. baby’s first taste of madness. but yeah as i’ve gotten older he’s been gradually moving down the wife list as i move on to bigger and brighter things. just a girlfriend now.

chishiya shuntaro (alice in borderland): i! love! guys! who! suck!!!!! he’s a such a bitch he’s sooooo catty. and also cat coded tbh. or fox maybe. something sly and wily like that. slippery little fucker. he’s pretty and smart and morally grey and that’s good enough for me. he’d break up with me the second our relationship no longer benefitted him and you know what that’s okay with me. live your truth king

falin touden (dungeon meshi): she literally said what if i breasted boobily down the dungeon and crushed a person to death and forever changed the trajectory of bumble bumblecrisp’s life. that’s definitely an exaggeration but oouughgghhhhhhh. i love women who kill people!!!!!!! she is so fine. she is so fine. call me marcille bc whoa hey. yeah i would also commit war crimes for her no questions asked. she’s a girlfriend because she feels like a girlfriend. you know what i mean.

spencer reid (criminal minds): yeah yeah i know. basic ass crush. i just. i have this very specific type ok it’s when a person is really really intelligent and competent in their area of expertise but also a complete idiot. spencer reid is so so smart and so so socially inept and that is very attractive to me!!! also. well. i’ll let my choice in gif speak for itself. i’ve only watched scattered episodes of criminal minds, i know he has like plot and stuff but i am ignoring itttt <3 he’s like early twenties in my mind so no engagement

derek zoolander (zoolander): i have no excuse. i simply saw this lame ass man and went oh i HAVE to have him. he is my stupid little guy who i hate <3 we are never ever getting married

2024 Wife List Breakdown

in no particular order. also i forgot kars but pretend he’s in the mistress tier.

[wickedghastly]

Where can I find info on princess nokia blackfishing? I thought she was Afro latina, im not saying she isn't blackfishing I just want to find more info on it

I have no idea how long ago you sent this but:

Literally if you just look at images of her you can physically see her morphing herself over the years into looking Black.

I had to research/come to the conclusions and look for this all myself. Some keywords that might help is that she used to go by themermaidgirl and wavyspice with the word tumblr on google (those were the names she went by before she switched to princess nokia.)

On her Blackfishing:

I basically found out through google after seeing what she looked like in her infamous “so juicy so fertile” Vogue video that she Blackfishes because I noticed she obviously uses tanner (Face lighter than body with different tones). I started googling her old pictures and social media names and...yeah here we are.

She deadass darkens her skin artificially, wears fake Afro wigs, and gets lip injections to make herself look Black, and is lying about being AfroPuerto Rican, she’s been lying about being Indigenous as well.

How you go from this: 

To this: 

Her own ex-friends have said she’s not Black and called her out for it. Actual Taino Indigenous people have repeatedly called her out for lying about being Taino.

If you look at pictures shes posted of her family literally none of them are Black. They’re more than likely white or majority white/mestize. None of them in Puerto Rico would be considered Black. None of them. Like my mother’s family is literally all very much white Puertoricans who come from white European colonialists in PR, and that side of my family look JUST LIKE the people in these pictures. She’s not ambigious mixed Black, she’s straight up Blackfishing and pretending to be Black.

She is literally mestiza/white Latina cosplaying Afro-Indigenous Latinidad. Like straight up fucking cosplaying being mixed and cosplaying being spiritual/in Afroreligions. 

Like who tf sits there for instagram smoking cigars with a golden headwrap showing the viewers a Yemaya oracle card like she’s really doing something except for people who are using ATRs and shit for social media clout liiikkeeee.......She can smoke all the cigars she wants, that’s not gonna make her AfroPuertorican or Afrotaino for shit. It’s fucking embarassing.

I swear the reason she’s always going on about being mixed Afro-Indigenous is because in Latino culture, including PR culture, there’s this incorrect idea that we’re all European/African/Indigenous, therefore any Latino can claim Afrolatinidad. Obviously that’s not true. But I’ve even heard this stupid shit in progressive/activist circles. 

And with ATR/ADRs and Brujeria becoming more visible and popular in recent years, why wouldn’t she jump on it to capitalize off the craze, considering that’s what made her popular? So I deadass wouldn’t be surprised if this is why she tries saying she’s Black when clearly neither she nor either sides of her family are any sort of Black Puertorican. But she’s been called out for this shit so many times, nobody can say she’s just ignorant, at this point she’s been telling people straight up lies.  

She wears Afro styled wigs and then lies about it being her real hair. And people have apparently called her out before but she was adamant that its her real hair. You can tell that its not her real hair, and that her actual texture is wavy, not curly.

Those are all wigs. All 3 of them in the images. You can literally tell they’re wigs. Esp in the middle/second pic, look at those roots. You can see the braids underneath and how the curls aren’t actually connecting to her scalp. Bc those are fucking wigs. Even in the bruja video, she was wearing a fucking wig.

Why do you think she goes from a light tan, to a much darker warm almost orange shade, to a neutral medium shade, back to a super dark but more olive/green toned shade? Because that’s not what her actual color is. 

Have you noticed how in a lot of photos of her, her skin is sort of patchy with random spots, or her face is super pale without makeup compared to a much darker body, her body most times being a much darker color than her hands? Why sometimes her nails look dirty?

It’s literally because she uses artificial tanners/spray tan on her skin. She’s always a different shade because it goes between being fresh and faded or she switches up the brands/colors/products she’s using.

Like look at her fucking hand compared to her face (and check out the injections) like wow:

She gets mad fucking CCs of injections into her lips to make them look fuller than they actually are. And she’s been getting it done for ages. In recent moments she’s been doing.......alot.

She’s 100% A Blackfisher like it’s fucking crazy because I didnt know that wasnt what she naturally looked like. honest to god this had me so fucked up and I’m still so fucking mad over this. I had heard people repeatedly saying she wasn’t Black and figured it out through just searching up on google. She’s absolutely fucking wild for profitting off of the idea that she’s AfropuertoRican and acting like shes supposed to be some sort of representation for us when she’s been fucking lyinggggg. Faux-spiritual and faux-Black as fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucckkk and making money off of it.

I even saw that she apparently tried to argue with a visibly Black woman who was calling her out, that the Black woman’s skin looked fake and orange and was probably a tan on twitter. Like. GIRL GET AWAY FROM THE MIRROR BECAUSE....

She’s fucking WILD.

[mrsamaroevans]

15 | ONE THING RIGHT

Fandom: Mayans M.C.

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Female OC Adelaide Lancaster.

Summary: After her crush rejected her for so many years, Adelaide found the love of her life, but not everything is perfect. Not when she fell in love with the devil.

Words: 2,602.

A/N: So... HI. It's been sooooo long and I'm so sorry. I'm not gonna come up with excuses, just so you know, I'm sorry lol. Uh... I don't know if someone is reading this, but if you are... thank you so much. I was sad for the news that the next Mayans season is the last one we'll get and I finished this chapter. I don't know what I'm gonna do once the show is over, but I guess will be our time to keep on writing about them idk lol... As always: English is not my first language, so, sorry if there are grammar mistakes or if the redaction is poor. *gifs not mine*

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“Your husband called.”

It was eight in the morning and Adelaide woke up when a nurse walked into her room. The first she told her was that she’ll have an intravenous antibiotic, but she didn’t pay too much attention. Truth was that she barely listened since the doctor told her that they didn’t find her baby’s heartbeat.

Dita got into her room during the night to leave her purse and ask her to let Miguel inside. She just thanked her for taking her stuff and for being there. She completely ignores what she had told her about Miguel. She didn’t care how worried he could be; she didn’t want to see him.

“He said he’s coming to replace his mother and wanted us to ask you if you could let him in.” The nurse says once she pulls out the syringe. Adelaide doesn’t turn to her.

“I don’t want to see anyone.” She repeats and the nurse just nods and walks out of the room.

Adelaide lays on her right side, her back to the door and her gaze to the window. She knows that she has to face Miguel at some point, but she still doesn’t want to do it. She would like to think that he didn’t mean what he told her the night before, but his words keep repeating in her head, and she is not sure she could stop them.

When she started to work after she got married, she had the purpose to leave her work in her office and be completely present at home. Her only job when she was with her son, was protecting him. Make sure he was fine and… she couldn’t do it. With neither. Both of them are gone.

“I said I don’t want to see anybody.” She says when she hears the door being open. She’s not sure how much time has passed by now, but she’s sure it’s not a nurse or a doctor, they would have knocked on the door before. So, she keeps her gaze on the IV that’s on the back of her hand and wipes the tears off of her face.

“And you know how much I fucking don’t care?”

When she hears that voice, Adelaide turns around to see her best friend a couple of feet away from her bed.

“Who called you?” She asks, sitting up as fast as she can ‘cause her back still hurts from the epidural she got. Ez translates that as the chance to get closer to her.

“Emily.” EZ says, shrugging “She said you didn’t want to see anyone, that maybe you’d talk to me.”

Adelaide's eyes start to fill with tears and Ez sits at her side to hug her, letting her cry on his shoulder as much as she wants.

She doesn’t understand why but there is something in Ez that, somehow, calms her down. She had to be mad at him, she had to tell him to go away and not get close to her again, but now that she has him near, his closeness comforts her.

“Emily also said that Miguel deleted our numbers…” She hears Ez say once she controls her tears. She texted Emily Ez’s number once Dita brought her things during the night, and she also told her what had happened. She never thought her friend would dare to talk to Ez that soon “How did you get them back?”

“I called Riz’s sister and she gave me his number, then he gave me yours,” Adelaide explains, but she realizes that Ez doesn’t pay that much attention to her. He looks like he has so many things in his head “What?”

“I don’t like what he did… it’s not right.” Ez says after sighing.

“He knew I saw Angel yesterday…” Adelaide looks at his friend and when she sees the confusion on his face, she realizes he doesn’t know the context of the situation “He always loses his mind when your brother is involved.”

“Why?” Ez asks even more confused.

“Because he hates him.” She simply says.

“Why?”

“You’re not gonna let it go, right?”

“Nope.”

Adelaide sighs and even though she’s not in the mood to tell him about her past with Angel, she does it.

“Before I knew Miguel, I confessed my feelings to your brother. At first, he said that he didn’t feel anything back, but then he did. We started dating, I guess… at least everybody thought that we were but we never talked about it, we never felt we needed to.” She half smiles. “We were like that for eight months or so, and it was everything I imagined since I was a teenager…”

“Ugh…” Ez looks disgusted and all Adelaide can do is hit his ribs with her arm.

“Shut up, you wanted to know.” They laugh for a few seconds, and once their laughs calm down, she continues “Then, one day out of the blue, Angel came and said that what we were doing wasn’t right. That you saw me like a sister and your father as a daughter. He said that the only relationship he wanted to have with me, was the brother-sister one, and he left before I could tell him I was pregnant.”

Adelaide feels his gaze on her, but for some reason, she can’t look at him.

“I was so mad, Ez… I’ve never felt like that before, and… what was I gonna do? He didn’t want anything with me and I didn’t feel ready to have a baby without a father, so, I went to Los Angeles to get an abortion.” She pauses, ‘cause the memories of last night come back to her. She waits until the lump in her throat vanishes and thanks Ez that he doesn’t push her to continue before she’s ready “Two weeks later, Angel came to me to ask me for a pregnancy test my mother found… I had other options; I could have lied to him, but I noticed he was happy and I felt the necessity to wipe that smile off of his face, I wanted him to feel the same that I felt so I told him, and I know it’s your brother but…”

“He’s an asshole most of the time, I know…” Ez says. Adelaide nods and even though she feels she doesn’t deserve it; she thanks the Lord because his best friend’s not judging her decisions.

“I got what I wanted. Angel was so mad, he even told me that he hated me for what I did. We stopped talking to each other until I went to the clubhouse for Coco’s birthday… I just went to give him a cake I baked but Angel asked me to stay, that he didn’t have any problem with that because I was Coco’s friend too, so I did… Angel got so drunk and he apologized for what he said. He told me he missed me, that he wanted us to go back to the friendship we had before all of that, and I missed him too so I pushed my feelings for him aside and I accepted.” She looks at the rings on her finger and she smiles ‘cause the words she’s about to say are forming a memory in her mind. She still can see it all perfectly and the butterflies are still there “A couple of months later I met Miguel…” she says “Angel didn’t like it at all when I started dating him. Even the club tried to convince me to leave him, but I loved him. It just… happened too fast. Then, two months before Miguel proposed to me, I had a pregnancy scare… I was at Lore’s house and I was crying when Riz stopped by. I tried to pretend to be okay but he knew something was wrong and he told Angel… When he asked me, I told him the truth and you know what he said?”

“Bullshit, I guess…”

Adelaide nods.

“His exact words were ‘Well... if you are, you already know how to get rid of the problem’.”

“What the fuck, Angel?” Ez mutters, shaking his head.

“That’s what I said.” Adelaide shrugs “I talked to him again the day after Miguel proposed…”

Ez doesn’t say anything for a moment. She sees him trying to digest everything she said. She also doesn’t add anything. She feels she talked way too much. Probably was way too honest.

“Miguel knows all of this.” Ez doesn’t ask. These few days, she’s been in charge of letting him know that Miguel is the one that she leans in, so he wouldn’t be surprised if she had told him everything.

“I had to tell him because your brother threw a scene at my parent’s house when I was pregnant with Cristobal. He held me in his arms the whole night while I cried.” That’s the moment when she can’t keep on with her words. It doesn’t matter how much she tries to put the events of the night aside; she can’t make them go away “I was thinking about all of that the whole night… that was the first thing I thought when the doctor told me that… that my baby was gone…”

Her hands land on her eyes trying to stop the tears from going out. But the blame she’s feeling for the decisions she made in the past is even stronger than when she made them.

“They told you why it happened?” Ez asks once she sighs and uncovers her face.

“No… they said that sometimes happens. It can be for long periods of stress, ‘cause the baby wasn’t completely fine… but I think it was karma.”

Ez shakes his head, disagreeing with her “You said Miguel loses his mind when Angel is involved… you can trust me, Addie. You can tell me what really happened…”

Adelaide takes her gaze up to him once she understands what he said between the lines. His words take her by surprise but she’s aware that more than one person in her social circle could and would think the same way.

“You think he did this? No… I mean, we argued but he didn’t touch me. He would nev—”

“I have seen him doing things that—”

“That I haven’t, I get it…” Adelaide says, a little bit mad ‘cause out of all the people in her life, she thought Ez would be the one that could never doubt her common sense “I know what he does, Ez, I know who he is. I don’t need anyone telling me about it.” Ez tries to speak, but Adelaide doesn’t give him the chance “I’m not that helpless little girl you met, anymore… you need to understand that.”

“I do…  I just… I don’t trust him.” He looks at her and, again, she’s not surprised by his words. It’s not the first time she hears them “The fact that he deleted our numbers because he was jealous…”

“Who said he was jealous?” She lets out a laugh and Ez throws her a glance “Miguel is not jealous of Angel…”

“No… he’s jealous about the life you used to have.” Ez tells her but she can’t imagine Miguel feeling that way “He’s insecure about you wanting to go back to that, after everything you left behind—”

“Why would I?” She interrupts him “I love him, and I know I said shit last night but I’m happy with him…”

Ez doesn’t insist anymore and she’s glad. She’s been listening to a lot of people saying that what she feels for Miguel isn’t love since the moment she started dating him. Even now that they’re married. She was tired of that.

“You said you saw Angel… what did you talk about?” He asks.

“You really don’t know?” She lifts an eyebrow and can see his regret for asking that crossing his face in less than a second.

“You know it…” Ez says and sighs “Listen, I didn’t know that she was trying to take Cristobal, if I knew, I would have warned you, I wouldn’t have—”

“Ez, I don’t care anymore.” Adelaide interrupts him, shaking her head no and making Ez turn to her “Cristobal’s fine and he has to come back tomorrow.”

“Adelita said something that I didn’t understand…” Ez says after a couple of seconds. Adelaide doesn’t say anything back ‘cause she knows Ez hasn’t finished talking “She said that she didn’t understand how could you marry one of the responsible for your father’s death.” At this point, Adelaide freezes. She doesn’t speak not because she doesn’t have anything to say, but ‘cause she doesn’t know how Adelita knows that “I thought your father died in a car crash…”

“I thought that too.” She finally says.

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“Your abuela made it…”

She wasn’t her grandmother, but Alonso’s mom loved her as her granddaughter and she almost threw a big party when Adelaide and Miguel told her they were expecting their first child.

Adelaide was almost six months pregnant. She could no longer hide her bump and that only made her and Miguel even more excited about starting their own family. The nursery was almost done; Adelaide and Bridget designed it and Miguel was also being part of the process it didn’t matter how tired he whenever he got home. Sure he had more money than what they needed to hire someone so his wife wouldn’t have to work, but he was enjoying so much being part of creating the place where his child would spend the first years of his life in.

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” Adelaide smiled as she looked at the white knitted sweater that Alonso gave her. She was so thrilled to know her son would be loved by many people and she couldn’t wait any longer to have him in her arms, but she couldn’t say anything else ‘case her parents’ doorbell ranged. “I’ll go…” Adelaide said and still with the sweater in hand, she went out of the kitchen towards the front door. There, she found someone unexpected “Angel…” Adelaide said surprised and the smile that was forming on her face, disappeared immediately when she noticed Angel’s gaze was on her bump.

“You were the one I wanted to talk to…”

With those words, she confirmed that he was drunk. She took a glance at the jeep outside and saw Gabriel about to walk towards them, but she shook her head to let him know everything was fine.

“What happens?” She asked looking down at his hand, he still had a bottle of beer.

Angel looked at the bump on her belly again and didn’t say anything, as if he couldn’t do something else than look at that spot on her body.

“I was about to tell you, it’s just that Miguel and I decided to keep it between us for a couple of months…” she started to say. The moment she told Miguel she was pregnant, he said the news had to stay in their inner circle, just family and very close friends like Bridget and Emily knew. But Angel didn’t seem to be listening to her words. He just shook his head and looked up at her face slowly.

“You’re a piece of shit…” He said. Hatred irradiated out of his eyes as she gave a little step back not understanding what he was talking about.

“Angel…” She whispered looking back to see if anyone listened to his words but there was nobody near “What are you saying?”

“You…” he repeated slower “Are. A fucking. Piece of shit.” Angel gave a step towards her, and leaned to be closer to her face “That’s what you are…”

“You should go, you’re drunk.” Adelaide asked giving another step back to close the door, but he didn’t let her by placing a hand on it “Angel…”

“Why?” he asked raising the tone of his voice “Who’s in here? Here’s your husband? I didn’t see his lap dog outside…”

“Angel…”

“No, it’s fine.” He said lengthening his last word and stepping into the house “Let’s tell him what kind of woman he married…”

“It’s everything all right?” Amanda asked coming out of the living room.

“Yes, mom,” Adelaide said nodding and about to ask her to go back to the kitchen. She didn’t want anyone to hear ‘cause at that moment she knew exactly what Angel was talking about.

“You never told her, right?” Angel said laughing under his breath “You didn’t have the guts to…”

“What’s happening?” Adelaide’s mom asked again but she only shook her head.

“He’s drunk; he doesn’t know what he’s saying…”

“The fuck I know!” He shouted, “You… you’re walking around, really happy, showing your bump, so proud for Galindo’s baby, but… what did you do to the other one?”

“Angel, please…”

“You… you killed it!” Angel shouted again.

Amanda looked at her daughter, but Adelaide only could look at Angel. Now, both of them had tears in their eyes. She pressed her lips together and tried to hold back the tears.

“You didn’t tell me shit!” Angel continued getting angrier “I would have been there for you and him, or her… I wouldn’t have run!”

“Angel…”

“Angel! Angel!” He said laughing “Is that everything you know how to say?” Angel looked at her, both of them forgetting about the fact that Amanda was there and now, Alonso too “You let some doctors kill my baby… our baby.” He pointed to her and then to himself, and that was the moment when neither of them could hold their tears “And that’s something I’ll never forgive you for.”

“You should go, mister.” Gabriel tried to grab Angel’s arm but the Mayan moved.

“I hope you remember what you did every time you see that kid’s face.”

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