#i'm glad i don't mind getting spoiled or else i'd have to turn into a hermit

[ignific]

The fact that people so openly share spoilers baffles me. Folks'll drop major spoilers to things like they're talking abt what cereal they had for breakfast. Slow your roll captain spoilsport

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Absolute Submission to the Queen

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

Blank, and ageless blogs will be blocked.

To prevent Silvio from being treated like a dog any longer, I needed him to stop being overprotective.

(I'm glad he feels the way he does, but this is really painful to see.)

Rio and Silvio went in opposite directions, turning their backs on each other.

Even after hearing the rumors, he didn't put me down.

Emma: "Prince Silvio, I have a favor to ask."

Silvio: "Denied."

Emma: "I haven't said anything yet."

Silvio: "You're probably going to say something about wanting to walk on your own."

(He's sharp.)

Emma: "Then, please take me to the doctor."

Silvio: "Is something wrong with you?"

Emma: "No. I just think it's about time to remove the bandages."

(If there's no reason for him to take care of me, then maybe...)

Silvio: "Denied."

Emma: "Why not!?"

Silvio: "If you take them off, you'll definitely want to walk."

Emma: "Isn't that a good thing?"

Silvio: "........."

Emma: "Huh? Why are you suddenly silent?"

Silvio: "You've been yapping nonstop since earlier."

I still had so much to say, but Silvio silenced me by stealing my words with a kiss.

Silvio: "Just let me spoil you while I can."

(It doesn't seem like he's going to give up.)

It was pretty tough to get a tyrant to change his decision once he made up his mind.

(I guess I'll see how things go until my foot fully heals.)

A week later, I was once again being carried by him.

Emma: "Put me down!"

Silvio: "I ain't putting you down."

Emma: "My leg has already healed a long time ago!"

Emma: "Even the doctor said I could walk."

Silvio: "I don't care."

(Something's wrong.)

His overprotectiveness had always been there, but this time, it felt like it had gone beyond the usual level.

(At first, I thought he was just worried about me, but now I suspect there might be something else.)

No matter how much I looked at him, I still couldn't find the answer.

The only thing I was sure of was that he had no intention of giving up being like a dog.

(What should I do?)

The rumors were still circulating in Benitoite, and every time I went outside, I wanted to cover my face with my hand because of the gazes directed at me.

(And day by day, he's becoming less and less responsive to my requests.)

I could still feel his agitation when I tried hugging his neck, but that's it.

Emma: "Prince Silvio."

Silvio: "That won't work."

(I need to think of another plan.)

(A special plan that will make him listen to my request.)

Emma: "………."

Silvio: "How long are you going to sulk?"

That night, Silvio tried to feed me again, but I averted my gaze.

It might be a straightforward approach, but I'd decided to maintain a defiant attitude for a while.

(He seems restless lately, so this should have an effect.)

Silvio: "Geez, you're such a handful."

However, he sighed in exasperation and circled around in front of me.

I tried to turn my face away again, but he firmly grabbed my chin.

Silvio: "I can see through your intentions."

(If you can see through them, why not just stop?)

He took a nearby drink, kissed me, and forcibly opened my lips with his thumb, allowing the drink to flow down my throat.

I couldn't finish it all, and some spilled from the corner of my lips, which he wiped away with his tongue.

His sudden actions made my defiant attitude fade away.

Emma: "What do you think you're doing!?"

Silvio: "I'm trying to feed you."

Emma: "I'll eat by myself!"

Silvio: "Denied."

Emma: "Aren't you the one being stubborn?"

Silvio: "Ha? I'm not being stubborn."

Emma: "You're being stubborn. You're not even listening to a word I'm saying."

Silvio: ".........."

Emma: "What's really wrong with you?"

Silvio: "Nothing."

Silvio: "I just don't understand why you're so against it."

Silvio: "Do you dislike being taken care of?"

Emma: "I do. Because you're not just some random guy; you're my fiancé. You're not a dog."

Emma: "Or maybe you really want to become a dog?"

There was a brief silence after I provocatively said that.

Silvio: “Maybe that’s not a bad idea.”

(Really!?)

Emma: “Prince Silvio, are you sure you’re not sick?”

Silvio: “No, I’m not.”

I could feel a hint of heat from the hand resting on my forehead.

(This must have been some kind of joke for that tyrant to say he wants to be a dog.)

Silvio: “If I were to be a dog, you would be...”

Silvio: “No, forget it.”

Emma: “Is something bothering you?”

Silvio: “Don’t worry about it.”

Silvio let go of me and flopped back onto the chair across from me.

While his behavior didn’t resemble that of a dog, his eyes seemed quite serious.

Emma: “Tell me.”

(If I back down here, I feel like this overly protective issue will never be resolved.)

I stood up from the chair and embraced him.

I moved my hands in front to prevent him from escaping and brought my lips close to his blushing ear.

Emma: “If you tell me, I’ll play along.”

Silvio: “You’re getting carried away.”

Silvio: “...........”

Silvio grabbed the hand I had placed in front of him.

Silvio: “When you hurt your leg, you tried to hide it from me, but I happened to notice it by chance.”

Silvio: “I don't want you to rely on others, so I just thought I’d train you so that you could only rely on me.”

(Ah...)

(So that’s what it was.)

(He’s already overly protective, so he didn’t want to worry me.)

(But it looks like it backfired.)

Silvio: “If you’re not gonna rely on me, I’d rather become a dog.”

Silvio: "Lean only on me."

He lifted my hand that he had been holding and pressed his lips against it.

Then he sucked my wrist, leaving behind a faint pain and a mark.

There seemed to be a sense of earnestness in that mark, making my chest tighten.

Emma: "I understand."

(This is my fault.)

(So I'll rely on him as much as it takes to reassure him.)

Emma: "If that's the case, I want you to remove my shoes."

Silvio: "Didn't you just tell me you didn't want to be taken care of?"

Emma: "That's because I didn't understand your intentions."

Emma: "This is what you wanted, right?"

Silvio: "Well, yeah."

(To be honest, it's a bit... no, it’s really embarrassing.)

He stood up and made me sit on the chair.

Then he knelt in front of me and used his mouth to untie the ribbon of my shoes.

Although kneeling in front of someone to remove their shoes wasn't something a prince would normally do, it looked like he didn't mind it as long as it wasn't an order he disliked.

His clumsy affection that showed through was so endearing.

(Still...)

It seemed like he was a bit embarrassed by the current situation, as there was a slight blush on his cheeks.

Watching him like that, the mischievous side of me peeked out.

(He might scold me for this, but...)

I gently stroked his head, and he reacted quite noticeably.

Silvio: "Cut it out."

Emma: "I suddenly felt like petting you. Am I not allowed?"

Silvio: "You're grinning."

Emma: "If you don't like it, you can shake me off."

I continued to pet him, and he remained calm.

Silvio: "Tch, why am I even doing this?"

Emma: "It's my way of saying thank you."

Emma: "Besides, you mentioned letting me experience what it's like to be a queen."

(If that's the case, I should be able to do as I please. I don't need to hold back with him.)

I brought up the words he had said to me before, and Silvio burst out laughing.

Silvio: "Ah, damn it. Feel free to give me any orders, Your Majesty."

Emma: "Then, after removing my shoes, I'd like you to put me to bed."

Silvio: "So, that means you want me to take you to the bath, help you change clothes, and then carry you to bed?"

Emma: "Not all of that..."

He suddenly lifted me and started unbuttoning my dress.

His actions were unreserved and relentless, making the situation more intense than I’d anticipated.

(I want him to spoil me, but this is...!)

The dress fell to the floor, and in an instant, I found myself in my underwear.

I was so embarrassed that my fingertips trembled.

Emma: "I'll do it...Nnn..."

Before I could finish my sentence, he silenced me with a kiss and swiftly removed my underwear.

The tyrant, who had been blushing and had his head petted just a while ago, was nowhere to be found.

He held me close with one arm, his fingers sliding over my skin.

Silvio: "You gave the order, right? I'll serve you wholeheartedly throughout the night."

Part 1╎Part 2╎Premium╎Epilogue╎Special Story

[queen-of-deans-booty]

The Executioner's Song: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: As the newly formed Scarlet Witch, you're not letting anyone get in your way to true power, not even Dean. The power you feel is like no other, and not even Cain is a match for you. Sure is cute to watch him try, though.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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You sit at your small table in the back of the bar sipping on your fourth drink of the morning. The best thing about your condition is you can drink as much as you want whenever you want. You get a slight buzz but nothing like being blackout drunk. The only people left in the bar are the ones who fell asleep in it last night and the day drinkers. There are a few stragglers coming in for a quick bite but it's mostly bar drunks and bad attitude.

There is a couple on the far side of the bar that seems to be in a bit of an argument. The woman came storming in to find her husband or boyfriend or whoever was still at the bar drinking. You can't hear what they're saying but you can't imagine it's good. So glad you're not in her shoes anymore.

A much younger girl is near their table after just coming out of the bathroom. His eyes wander in her direction and you smirk knowingly. He doesn't check the girl out because he knows it'll piss his woman off. So you make him. His eyes shine bright red for a second as you take over his mind from across the bar.

He completely turns and checks the woman out, causing an outcry from his significant other. She hits him in the shoulder and he punches her in the face. Patrons from all around come to her rescue but you're not letting them leave here without a black eye or two. As soon as the first punch is given, a fight breaks out. It doesn't matter if someone has beef with another person or not, they're fighting.

You smirk and continue to sip your drink, soaking in all the chaos you're creating. Having magic again is the best thing to ever happen to you--the kind of magic that is limitless. Chaos magic. And you don't even have to lift a finger to use it. You thrive off chaos; it's what the Mark craves. You're just doing your job and feeding it with negative energy.

You close your eyes and bask in the feeling of pure power. There is nothing that can spoil your good mood.

"Y/N!"

Okay, maybe one thing can. You open your eyes and see Dean harshly pulling you out of your trance. Every patron stops fighting and looks around in confusion.

"Way to ruin a good time," you roll your eyes.

"When you left the Bunker, this isn't what I thought you'd be doing."

"What did you think I'd do? Stay behind with you two losers? I got my magic back, and the last thing I want is to spend it on the likes of you."

"Magic or not, soul or not, you can't go around hurting people like this."

"Or else what?" you challenge.

"Or else Sam and I will hunt you down and kill you just like we do with any monster."

You nod like you're in agreement but you feel quite the opposite of that. You down the rest of your drink and grab the steak knife that's lying on your small napkin. You twirl it once before slamming it down on the back of Dean's hand. He gasps in pain but tries to hide it from everyone else. You grab his collar and pull him close to you.

"That's strike one. I'm going to do whatever I want wherever I want with whoever I want. If you want to try and stop me, then I'm going to remind you just how little you are compared to me. Do not get in my way or I can promise you, you won't like what happens if you do."

You leave cash on the table for your drinks and step away from the table. Dean yanks the knife out of his hand, thankful you didn't hit his bones.

"What about my hand?"

You turn and start walking backward toward the door.

"Get your angel to fix it. I'm sure he's around here somewhere."

The Mark is burning but it's not because of what you did to those people inside the bar or Dean. The one who created you is calling for you. Cain is somewhere around here give or take a few hundred miles and he wants you to find him. The funny thing is, you want to find him so you can kill him. There is so much more you can do with your magic that you couldn't do before, and he's the perfect person to try your new tricks on.

Your magic is pulling you all the way to Texas where Cain was last seen. He took out one of the inmates, Tommy Tolliver, at the state prison, and the guards thought it was weird since all the doors and windows were locked. If you can track where this prison inmate went, you'll find Cain. The guards weren't too happy to see a stranger demanding to be let in but with a simple mind trick, you walked through the front doors with no problem.

You find the warden crouching down in Tommy's cell looking at a drop of blood Cain left behind for you to find.

"Warden Skiff?"

"Who are you?" he asks.

"The woman you're going to comply with. Tell me everything you know about what happened here," you say and flash your eyes red.

"Yeah. Welcome to death row. Have a look. The night Tolliver disappeared, our little ship was running as tight as ever, and I got documentation to prove it."

"Do you stand by what the press is saying about a locked cell, no security breach, and no guard misconduct?"

"Which press? Mainstream media is calling for my head, saying I was grossly incompetent. The tabloids are saying it's magic, that Tommy pulled off some dark miracle to escape."

"Are you saying you believe that?" you ask.

"I'm saying there was some kind of magician on the block last night but it wasn't Tommy."

"Great," someone mutters behind you.

You turn to see Sam and Dean in their Fed suits while you're wearing a dark red shirt, black skinny jeans, a dark leather jacket, and black fingerless gloves. You look nothing like a federal agent, so they're wondering how the hell you got in here in the first place. You look down and see Dean's hand is all healed.

"You two are?" the warden asks.

"Agents Hetfield and Ulrich. We spoke on the phone. I see you've met our other agent."

"He was being very helpful," you smirk.

"Yes, as I was telling her, it may seem like there had been a magician here but it's not the one you might think. Follow me."

The warden walks off first but Dean grabs your elbow to keep you behind so they can scold you.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"The same as you."

"You're here to look into the mysterious disappearance of an inmate?"

"Sure. We'll go with that."

You yank your arm out of Dean's grasp and follow the warden into the surveillance room where the cameras are located. He plays the footage of what happened right before Tommy vanished from his cell.

"This is right before Tolliver vanished."

The camera goes dark before turning back on. Tommy is gone when they turn back on. The Mark is tingling with anticipation because you know exactly who caused this. There is something moving in the darkness, and it's not the Easter Bunny.

"Is that one of the guards?" Sam asks.

"Nope, and I don't know who he is, how he got in, or how he and Tolliver got out."

"Can you zoom in on that?"

Dean can feel it, too. He knows exactly who that is.

"Can and have. It's too dark to make out much of anything."

"Do it." The warden does. "Freeze it and blow it up." He does and Dean stiffens in recognition. "Thank you for your time. We'll be in touch if we need anything else."

They traveled in the Impala while you walked, so you hitched a ride to the nearest pull-off area that just so happened to have a food truck by it. Dean is getting some food and calling someone while Sam looks into why Cain wanted to take Tommy in the first place.

"Damn it, Cas is still not answering," Dean sighs and sits across from Sam with a tray of food.

"Great. I have been looking into Tommy Tolliver, seeing if I can figure out why Cain went to the trouble of springing him. I'm still pretty unclear about it all. I did find this blotter out of Orlando about his dad, Leon Tolliver. Like father, like son. He's a convicted felon, fresh warrant for an assault charge, but he's gone missing and hasn't been seen in a week."

"You think the two are connected?"

"I mean, the police just assumed he fled the warrant, but if Cain took Tommy, it might not be a coincidence."

"What, Cain's got a vendetta against the entire family?"

"Maybe."

Dean's phone rings and he sighs in relief at who is calling.

"It's Cas." He puts him on speakerphone. "Hey, where are you at?"

"Illinois."

"Well, we got a lead. Cain abducted a Texas death row inmate named Tommy Tolliver."

"He's dead."

"How do you know?"

"Call it an educated guess. Cain has been very busy."

"Okay, where are you? We'll come to you," Dean says.

"I'll call you back."

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm jumping on this ride with you," you say.

"Help me understand something," Dean says. "You flee the Bunker to go to a bar and torment other people only to hitch rides to Texas for an inmate you have no interest in saving?"

"I never cared about Tommy, Dean. I'm surprised you couldn't feel it. Cain is calling us. I'm just following the trail. So, when are we going to leave?"

"Why are you coming with us? You made it perfectly clear you want nothing to do with us."

"I think it's time to meet Daddy again, don't you?"

Both brothers groan in disgust.

"Don't call him that."

"Why? He's hot," you shrug. "We should get going. Illinois is a long drive."

"Cas said he'll call back."

"You trust him to get shit done? What are you able to do in the Bunker that you can't do out here?"

"She has a point," Sam says.

"I know," Dean rolls his eyes in annoyance.

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[littlesislovesyou]

Well with the type of kinks/fantasies or fucked up shit that can go through our head...You'd be surprised how little patience people have for others because they don't or refuse to understand. A part of me is coping and healing from past experiences while trying to learn how to be comfortable even in things I've never thought of before. That I may or may not be into. Time would tell. But it's not like I plan on hurting anyone with what goes through my mind right? It's quite the opposite. At this point I just want peace and to make you feel good as I do interacting with your. Maybe learn or gain some new kinks along the way and a safe comfortable spot to vent out frustrations both sexual or otherwise more vulnerable and I appreciate you listening and taking time to listen to one while getting off to the other 🖤 it makes me happy.

God you're such an irresistible woman. The type I'd never be able to say no to whether you were my sibling or my prey. I'd stalk and spoil you no matter what and you'd endure any sexual or painful torture under me because you want this just as much as I do. Maybe I will explore all of my fucked up fantasies with you...🖤🖤🖤 We already are in a way, quietly or privately in asks lol but just wait til we dm~ I just hope I'm enough I suppose. For someone as wonderful, beautiful as you that can just be if not similar levels of fucked up as my mind is at times 😭

I'm glad you understand and thank you. Maybe one day I'll have the confidence to change that status.

But being each other's dark secret is just as hot and fun isn't it?

And well I adore making you melt, whether it's your brain through your needy pussy or melting in happiness in your stomach and chest <3 but of course I'll be your owner in this scenario. After cheating on my wife with you and you homewrecking my relationship with her... You're all I have left...and that's exactly why I chased you so far because I knew I wanted you, needed you. Had to have, mark and breed until you were made; MINE!

But that doesn't mean I'll stop you teasing and luring other men into having someone better than their wives... Even if only temporarily now and again. Having a get together at our house, wearing my mask and laying down the ground rules so no one tries to jump the line to get their turn early. Everyone will get a chance. Maybe 2 or three older married men at a time. All getting a turn at using your every available hole and groping your irresistible tit, jerk off the spectators with your hands while groping and bouncing your tits like a good fucking whore for them. Suck every cock you can until your mouth is sore and leaking cum until the night is over and everyone is satisfied. After all that's what they all came for. Whether it was to get away from their annoying nagging wives, getting some young tight pussy since their wife wouldn't put out or simply because they love that you do this to them...tempting them to cheat and they do so without hesitation and the attention and ruthlessly sex drives you crazy above all else...and I'll watch the whole thing. Ensuring no one hurts you in anyway you don't want, breaking any rules or going too far because they'll suffer the consequences and they'll be lucky if they walk out with their balls intact when I'm through...

No one will make you uncomfortable or hurt you in any way you don't want in my presence. None.

I'll keep you safe and happy always and when we're done I'll help you clean up. Shower you from head to toe and kiss you in sore spots while lightly teasing your overstimulated body before helping you into bed and we'll cuddle up and go to sleep. Reaffirming our love and care for each other...but as you finally doze off...I don't think I'd be able to hold back anymore...I'd rape you while you're sleeping, sore and overstimulated by today, going through multiple rounds of sex and sleeping naked against me. Your skin glowing in the moonlight as I lightly kiss your neck at first and rub my bulge against your ass, hardening immediately when I feel you squirm against me but unable to resist when I finally force my cock deep inside of your stretched out cunny~ Eagerly and roughly fucking you with no remorse and keeping your mouth shut with my hands in or around your mouth, covering the screams briefly until I get you to calm down and realize it's me...maybe I'll need to hold your knife to your throat or rape you at gunpoint but so be it...! I need this. I need you. I need to remind you all day, every single day that you're mine no matter how much men you seduce or tempt. You'll always come crawling to me and begging me for more, beg me to fuck your slutty brains out while fingering and stretching out your ass because I'm gonna pound it next after I'm done ravaging your soaking wet cunt. Keep begging me to stop with tears in your eyes and get a slap to the face in return and me roughly pulling your hair as you feel my cock throb uncontrollably in your pussy because you're so cute and irresistible hot in tears and let's be honest with ourselves sweetheart...🤭🔪

You love me this way anyway~ And I'll continue to use you until you pass out again in my arms and continue using your body for my pleasure further still. Whispering how much I love and adore you while taking depraved videos and photos to show you in the morning of me mounting and breeding your pussy sky high to get you soaking wet and needy for me to fuck you again...

No I definitely understand how you feel honestly, I feel the same way, it’s definitely a weird experience to go from not liking something to realizing you might like it more than you originally thought, I’m just glad you feel comfortable enough to wanna explore with me🖤 you seem like a good person honestly🖤 I hope I’m able to help, and you’re able to find your peace💓

Ahh tell me why I’m all blushy from that 🫣💕 stalking me and spoiling me, how romantic<333 heh, I’d absolutely love to explore with you;’) but I agree the asks have been absolutely amazing;’) 🖤 I really appreciate you taking the time to just sit and send them to me🖤🫶 you seriously just have a way with words that drives me wild honestly

Ah take your time though of course<3 I’d love to have a conversation with you in dms someday🖤🫣 just know I enjoy talking to you a lot and that won’t change!<3 and pshshshshh please, I’m really not that great 🥺🫶 I appreciate you saying that but seriously I’m just as human as you<3 I have my own weird little problems, everyone does, so don’t worry about being ‘enough’ for me and I don’t expect anything of anyone🖤 of course take your time like I said, I actually really do enjoy the mystery;’) it only just makes it hotter💕

And aghhhh oh my 🫣💓 are you trying to make me absolutely feral? I would love that, especially knowing you’d be there watching and protecting me💕 makes me wanna rub my thighs together ahh☺️

It would also be hot if you didn’t let them fuck my tight lil cunt, tell them it’s off limits and only for you to use, but the rest of my holes are free reign ☺️💕

Ah you know exactly how to add the right amount of affection and the right amount of absolutely fucked up dirty thoughts💕💕💕💕

Ahhh I bet you’d love it when I get all whiny and crying because you’re being too rough with me 🫣🖤

I just love the idea of you owning me completely like that🖤🖤🖤 I’m just your pretty little fuck doll, you just get to decide everything for me, like you’d own my pretty little pussy 🥺💓 I would absolutely give it to you<333 Agh anymore anytime I see dirty tumblr posts I’d imagine it’s was you~ hehe ;’)

I am absolutely an irresistible woman hm?💕

[kaledya]

Hello !

Oh damn, thank you for the explanation. Of course you explain it properly and in such details ! And it make sense Lucifer's pride is taking a big place because he is the embodiment of Pride, in a way. Even with his daughter its something hard to put away. I have a good foundation for the fundamental of their fight now great !

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Extra answers :

Oh yes ! I figured that Alastor won't be like this with Constantine at all ! Except if he want to be burn alive. Especially that Constantine could actually just use his royal authority on him and Alastor would be kneeling very fast !

I like the Last Of Us 2 ref. I just like that we are talking in ref ahah. I understand that it would be a long road of forgiveness between them.

Ps : in a way, In that pride "manner of doing things" i think Lucifer look like Constantine in that. The proud royals who wouldn't take shit from anyone because they are THEM and the others are nothing. Even if it would actually benefit them to be more kind. But its Hell so, no ahah.

But thanks to showing me your vision of how things happen in your SS AU like that I can create something between your mind and mine.

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Yes ! Don't want to spoil but its a huge thing. Constantine and Lolicia. (If my OC wouldn't be here i think i like RoyalFlush a lot, I mean who doesn't like a good Johnlock kind of romance) but let's say I like some sensuality too. (Probably this is why I'm the only one who likes Sherlock and Irene)

I mean do you imagine Constantine and Lolicia first meeting like Sherlock and Irene ? Lolicia (naked) Constantine (confused in a priest costume)

"- Our third guest is in the living room on the left, explains Charlie to her brother, you will not miss it, it has a ocean theme.   - Right... murmur Constantine.

*Constantine walks to the blue living room, watch around and see nobody.*

  - Charlie ? I don't see anyone !

*He sighed and sit on the sofa wondering why he actually left his Palace. That was a mistake. And then he heard footsteps approches.*

- Hello, say a velvety voice, apologies for being late. I was away for a long time, forgive me, what is your royal name ?

- I'd figured everybody would know my name but exceptions are part of the statistics. You can call me, like everybody else, C-...

*Constantine turns his head and see Lolicia stopping at the doorway. His voice fails him when he realizes that none of the hair or the tail or the light he quickly sees were covering the naked body. His jaw drops a little.*

- Oh, it's always hard to remember simple thing when you've had a shock.

*They enters the room stands directly in front of him, then Lolicia reaches out and removes the white priest collar from his shirt.*

- There you go now, they giggle softly, we are both defrocked... Crown Prince Constantine.

*Constantine look up to their eyes, in a normal state of mind again.*

- The Anglerfox, I presume. - Look at those cheekbones. I could cut myself slapping that face. Would you like me to try?

Lolicia smile and put the priest collar between her teeth. Constantine think WTF?!"

I mean yes, It would be funny because Lolicia would be a mess. She has a different way to see emotions too. And Constantine is.. . Well Constantine. Ahah. It was fun.

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Yes, I agree, getting rid of Val, is a big thing.

Thank you for the storyboard info !

I'm so excited to write all this !

I like Husk and Lolicia too. It was cute the dance and natural to write.

Thank for liking the new outfit! Ah yes Baldur's Gate 3, what a beautiful game, *wipes my tear with Astarion* oh ! Is the moment when Gale says he is horny when we fight with so much energy ??

Yes! And I'm so glad I could help!

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And again, I'm very happy to hear that you liked the concepts I mentioned. And I completely agree with your ideas

I can't wait to see the story in your mind!

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OMG! I really can't wait to see it. I really like your writing and I'm very curious how you will handle such a romance!I'm sure you will write wonderfully.

And I'm glad you liked dynamic between Serenity and Constantine too!

And since I've never written anything romance-related for Constantine before, I seriously can't wait to see his dynamic with Lolicia! Sounds like they could have a seriously interesting relationship!

And if you ask my opinion, Irene and Sherlock are a very interesting duo too. After all, Irene Adler was the only woman who takes a place in Sherlock's mind, both in the books and in the TV series and movies.

The Women The only woman who can find a place in Sherlock's full and complex mind. The Women who can beat him time to times with her games

And I loved their interactions in the series, especially in the scene where Irene is in her last moments, she sends a message to Sherlock for the last time, but it was perfect that Sherlock comes and saves her at that moment.

And I really love Irene's attitude as a smart planner and a woman who stands on her own feet, and it is always a pleasure to watch/read the cat and mouse games she plays with Sherlock.

And LMAO yes I can imagine it and I really enjoyed reading the little script you wrote I should draw it sometime.

And Constantine was like:

He gives Lolicia a small glance, "I think my sister was very successful in getting the residents used to the hotel."

"You look very comfortable."

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And I am very glad that you liked the storyboard. I am happy that I could help you and I wish you good writing in advance.

-And yes, BaldursGate3 is a seriously great game, I proudly spent 200 hours on it. And LMAO!

I think this is you, but the one in your hand is not the hamster, but the bat-shaped Astorion.

No, but that scene was very funny too!

As far as I remember, I think the name Harlep ı dont remember. When we kill him in House of Hope we get that armor. And after wearing that and talk to Gale he will make a comment about our New ✨ armor✨

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And now I read all the chapters you posted and they were all great.It was very sweet how Charlie got angry when the hotel guests came up with the topic of helping the hotel financially and O Love how Vaggie talk to her and relaxing her you write them so sweet ❤️❤️. in general I really love how you wrote the team's interactions.

And my god, seriously, Lolicia's duet with Alastor was great, the song and the dialogues of the characters. Your descriptions were perfect.I wish your songs were performed, I would really like to listen to them!

And I really love that the sentences or slang in Alastor's way of speaking belong to the 1920s.Very good for the character And very interesting to see the dynamics of Lolicia and Alastor.And I wonder how the offer of Alliance

will turn out Lolicia's death/dream scene was beautiful, I loved the descriptions and I'm so glad we got some ideas about Lolicia's human appearance! And I can't wait to see how the sentences you use in the descriptions will be detailed in the future.But I need to be patient to read Lolicia's past... 😔

And the popcorn ep where you explained the meaning of the song you wrote was also great. I think you are a really smart writer, all the details you put were great.It's incredible how carefully you calculate and think all these detail you are really good writer 🛐🛐

It was a lot of fun to read that the call that Charlie did to join in the competition. The competition worker's reaction when he found out that Charlie was a princess was also really funny. And I loved the dialogues there, Charlie trying to convince the team members!

Finally, I loved the way you introduced Constantine. The magic scene in the workshop was really beautiful 🤌🤌like perfect in every way it was so Cool too!🛐

and the sources you were inspired by while writing the scene were great. I didn't expect to see Elden ring from there That game has some seriously great art and magic design.And seriously, Constantine's reaction to the photo Charlie took in the previous episode. It was a nice detail!

Thanks again for loving him!

I am looking forward to the chapters you will write in the future!❤️❤️

[being-of-rain]

73 Yards is an episode of Doctor Who. Kinda.

They just put a little horror movie in the middle of the season! And I enjoyed it! I think a big reason I'm really enjoying this season is that it's taking some big swings, trying some unique stuff. Of course I wish we had 13 episodes, but I'd rather 8 episodes that get experimental with it than a hundred by-the-numbers stories (Sorry Nick Briggs). (Sorry for the drive-by at Nick Briggs, it's just hard to resist sometimes).

This episode certainly took advantage of the supernatural available to it, as I hoped this season would. And by playing into the rules of horror (and Doctor Who is allowed to be any genre it wants,) it left a lot up to interpretation, which was very interesting and had my girlfriend and I discussing it for a while after it ended. I thought it was drawing some connection between ancient curses and right-wing politics, which is fair. And watching Ruby weaponise her ancient Welsh curse to make the prime minister resign was very funny and satisfying. I think I saw people somewhere talk about how a common thread through a lot of the situations and horrors was isolation and ostracism, which is a thread I want to pull on next time I watch it. Which might not be soon, because (as I might expect from RTD,) this was a bit bleak for me to be a common rewatch. But I love seeing people's various theories on the episode, keep 'em coming.

As for Ruby... I hate to say it, but I don't think this episode really endeared her to me more than any other. She's still a great performance by Millie Gibson (the youngest-looking 40 year old on the planet, bless this show,) and she's still a very capable protagonist. But personally, I'm just not getting anything more interesting than that from her. I'm glad the show so far hasn't been putting a crazy amount of stress on the fact she's adopted, but it hasn't given her any issues to replace that. I've seen people read some interesting stuff into her after this episode, but I didn't get any of it from the episode itself. I didn't even really know what she was thinking while she was growing old alone; you can assume 'sad,' but the episode didn't pause to give me anything more than assumptions. I should move on instead of saying this every episode, but I was hoping this ep would change my mind. Maybe she's one of the rare companions I just won't really click with. Or maybe, like Ryan, she'll become my favourite just before she leaves. Then again, aren't we getting a second companion next season? I'd love a new dynamic.

What else? Kate! She was a pleasant surprise, being as helpful as ever (sorry Kate) and making this her 10th episode! Which feels weird to say about a character who's had like 48 episodes of her own spin-off audio show. Oh but you know what else is weird to say? Kate's line "I think this timeline might be suspended along your event." What are you talking about Kate?? How would you even know that?! I assume the line's there to future-proof the episode against later Dr Who plots interfering with this one, but since when does Dr Who care about that. The line feels so out-of-place and meta (as well as kind of spoiling the ending by immediately making me think 'oh so this whole timeline is going to get undone then,') that I think they shouldn't have bothered.

Anything else to say? It felt a little weird that the episode takes a stand against the stereotype of rural Welsh people being isolated and insular by having a bunch of rural Welsh people be cruel to a nice person just because she's an outsider. Oh and they acknowledged Susan Twist's appearance in each episode then, I'm curious what that will turn into.

Speaking of season mysteries, I keep seeing the fan-theory 'they're in a TV show' turn up everywhere online. Which is a cool idea that Dr Who could pull off, but I've yet to see a single piece of convincing evidence for it. Keep coming up with bizarre and unsupported theories Who fans, don't ever change.

Oh and here's a really niche and petty complaint! I wish the show would stop using the phrase 'perception filter'. I think when it was first used, in series 3 I think, it was about something relatively specific, technology that Time Lords use to make something not draw attention (unless attention is drawn to it). But since then the phrase has been rolled out for shape-changing, invisibility, natural abilities as well as technology by any species under the suns, it can affect your memories, and hey now magic Welsh curses use it too. Personally, I think it's lost all meaning and feels a lot more like cheap and lazy writing than worldbuilding.

Okay! Those thoughts turned into me saying I loved the episode then listed a bunch of very petty complaints. But I did love it! More magic please. Maybe slightly happier one.

I'm not sure there's anything in the second half of this season I'm really hyped for, but after enjoying the first half a lot, I'm curious what'll turn up!

[george-weasleys-girl]

Chapter 26 - Halfway Out of the Darkness

Warnings: one curse word

Summary: Love letters between George and Y/N

Start Here:

~•~

January

Y/N held the envelope to her nose, enhaling deeply. Gunpowder and caramel flooded her senses. His scent alone was enough to ease the near constant pang in her heart. For a little while, anyway.

After a few moments, she pulled the letter from the envelope and began to read.

Dear Y/N,

I got your letter this morning that you'd arrived safely. I think I'd been holding my breath this whole time. Airplanes are cool and all, but they still worry me. Maybe one day I'll understand the psychics. Isn't that what you said muggle science is called?

Anyway, things are going ok here. Fred and I have been seeing loads of magpies recently. I wish you could be here to see them.

I'm counting down the time until you're home for good. Five more months. We can do this, right? We survived the first half. We can survive the second.

I just wish it'd hurry up and pass. Even when I'm surrounded by my friends, I'm lonely.

It seems silly, doesn't it? Being lonely when I'm with Fred and Ginny and everyone else. Or maybe it doesn't. None of them are you, and you're the one I want most right now.

Anyway, that's enough of my mopiness. I hope things are off to bright and shiny start for you. How are things going with your apprenticeship? With the senior prank? Let me and Fred know how we can help. Maybe it'll help keep his mind off Angie. He's been trying to make up with her, but she's still barely acknowledging him. Or me and Harry for that matter. Damn that girl can hold a grudge. It's making him grumpy. Ginny has taken to calling him Grumpasaurus Rex. Ha ha! Fred is not amused.

And speaking of Fred, he's ready to go down to dinner. Take care of yourself and make sure you're eating properly. Please. I'd really prefer not to hear that the love of my life has collapsed from malnutrition.

I can't wait until I can love and spoil you properly again.

I love, love, love you

Georgie

~•~

George lounged on his bed after shooing Fred and Lee out of the room with Y/N's questions concerning the senior prank. He preferred to read his private letter in private.

Once he was alone, he tore open the envelope. George chuckled when a little origami magpie popped out of it. The tiny bird stretched before flapping its wings and taking flight, fluttering around the room. Smiling, he watched it circle the room a few times before turning his focus to the letter.

Dear Georgie,

Lots of magpies, huh? I wish I could be there to see them, too. Coming back here has been so much harder this time. In the fall, it was easier. I had to hit the ground running. I didn't have alot of time to dwell on being away from you . But now it's different. It's so quiet right now. Just like Januarys always are. Time is just plodding along at a snail's pace. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and missing you like crazy, when I'd much rather be cuddling with you during these cold, dark days.

I can't lie. Being away from you is really starting to get to me, but, I'm still eating, so don't worry about that. (You know me so well, my love.) I reasoned that if I end up in the hospital from not eating, it might prolong our separation, and that will NOT be happening if I have anything to do with it.

In other news, my apprenticeship and classes are going well so far. We've hit a couple snags with the senior prank, though. I sent a separate letter with questions for you and Fred, which I'm sure he's already swiped.

Tell Fred I'm sorry Angie's still being stubborn. I'll put in a good word for him next time I write to her.

I'm so glad our relationship is strong enough to survive all this. We will get through it. Like you said, we're halfway there.

Just like this time of year, I think. We're halfway out of the darkness.

Yeah. That's us.

I love you with all of my heart and soul,

Y/N

~•~

Next Chapter:

@milivanili99 @slytherclaw1978 @quackitysdrugdealer @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @ladylizzieofdarbyshire

[haru-chi]

The True Identity of Matoba Seiji's sister?

this is something that's been on my mind lately, I may be overthinking this and reading too much into things. I have a crazy theory on my mind so thought I wanna share it before I explode by myself xD

what I have next are from chapters yet to be translated so if you don't wanna be spoiled then don't continue reading :)

before I start I just wanna emphasize all of what I'm gonna say is purely my own theories and ideas, also my Japanese is bad so I might make some mistakes thus if you noticed anything I'd be glad if you can correct me ^^

lastly, I don't know how long this post will turn out to be so sorry in advance ><

-What about Shinobu?

i want to start with this first to clear out the way, of why I don't believe Shinobu to be Seiji's sister. but another twist from Midorikawa-sensei (I mean how many times did she makes us suffer in figuring out the true identity of Seiji's sister for me to trust her easily now)

she started and ended this chapter in a way that makes you believe that Shinobu is THE miss Matoba but is she really ??

Shinobu said "really? thank you I'm glad to hear that"

is that enough to point out to herself and not to someone she knew perhaps? for example, she knew Seiji's sister or work for her so she's happy to hear someone praise her?

I really don't trust her since her deep knowledge of the exorcist world means she's not normal therefore she's in it one way or another but in what form I don't know yet, yup yup even her being Seiji's Sister isn't even 0% but I just find it weird and doesn't add up for now for me ...

I mean she can't even see the Yokai!! (Unless she lied which I doubt) now tell me, is a future leader of the Matoba clan someone who can't see Yokai? we all know what that means for a successor of an exorcist family to lose the sight. plus, if I'm not mistaken, the talk was that Seiji was more powerful than her which's why he was picked over her despite being the youngest so it was not because he was able to see the Yokai unlike her ... in short, his sister should be able to see the Yokai but Shinobu can't!!!

"a long-haired, elegant well-dressed woman"

and this important detail by Tanuma's investigation worth taking into note, since if the thief is truly Seiji's sister, then that's NOT Shinobu unless you consider Shinobu having a long-hair xDD

so you see now why I don't believe her to be Seiji's true sister (I have other reasons but we'll come up to it next)

-If not Shinobu then who?

now we're back to square one huh, Midorikawa-sensei sure love to torture us in this arc and tease us to no end while making us suffer (which's why I love you tho ~)

before I point out to who I believe to be his sister I wanna point out to something else so you can see my line of thinking :)

listen, I don't know how or why I thought that other than I followed my intuition since I read too much into Seiji's character while thinking and linking things together (this guy is making me go crazy! I'm so sorry I have nothing better to back me up here so bear with me please ><)

we all know that Seiji doesn't like divination and guess what, I believe the reason of why is that lies with his sister one way or another.

please DON'T ask me why I think so since it's hard to explain without sounding insane xDD

BUT IT'LL MAKE SENSE I PROMISE JUST WAIT FOR IT!!!

I mean this sweet, lovely chapter was in fact a soft set-up for this Miss Matoba arc which thinking about it now let me laugh that Midorikawa-sensei did it to us yet again lol

okay okay, stop this and just tell us who is this Miss Matoba already !!!

now let's review what we believe are hints to Seiji's sister

someone with a blond long hair

someone who should be able to see Yokai but we've yet to know if this person can or can't (meaning someone NOT Shinobu)

Someone who love or do divination (since Seiji hates it)

someone we never get to know their REAL names (again aside from Shinobu)

someone having an interest in anything Yokai related

someone who should be in this arc.

now tell me, does anyone comes to mind maybe ? someone whom for some reason mysteriously disappeared ever since she set foot into the auction perhaps ??

true, I meant her. Kurara or whatever her name is. no matter which way I slice it she just fit everything in my mind so I just can't help but think she is the REAL Miss Matoba. her disappearing ever since she dropped Natsume isn't really helping her case tbh. she also love and do divination which just so fit with my idea that his sister have something to do with divination which's why he isn't a big fan to that ><

and I said it to a friend, I just won't believe who's Seiji's sister till I see them both facing each other so nope I won't fall for Midorikawa-sensei trap AGAIN!!!

I know this might be far-fetched but I just couldn't stop thinking about it since alot was bothering me and I read into many things too much maybe but I HAD to let it out my chest so yup here you have it <3

-Bonus :Ultra small crazy theory

this one is ... ummm... listen... I know Seiji is making me go crazy and this one I just DON'T have any proof to really back it up like him hating divination because of his sister so just take this with grain of salt ... it just ... I WANTED TO JUST SHARE IT SINCE MY FIREND WAS GONNA KILL ME OF HOW CRAZY I AM TO COME UP WITH THIS !!!!

i mean if I said ... Kuro Misa (Black Misa) might refer to two people will you say I'm going crazy? haha ha ha

Seiji is very handsome indeed, but would you describe him as "doll-like beauty" ?? (you are to me at least, don't worry) not with that eyepatch at least, right ? if there's someone whom I would say is a "doll-like beauty." it would be Kurara.

one line hit me as being weird and my mind went "wait!! is it possible?!! what if ...!!!!" ever since I moved with the line of thoughts that Kurara is Seiji's sister ... umm... it's rumors and I know people never really know much about Kuro Misa ... but certain line felt off to me which was "she was beautiful like a doll" when describing Kuro Misa before we know it was actually Seiji's other hidden identity.

Kuro Misa wear a black veil that no one ever saw her face or have any idea what kind of a person she is, so it won't be far-fetched for people not to notice if it's two different person under the veil.

and it didn't help my case that this arc started with Kurara like this ... even Natsume thought she was Kuro Misa ><

this brings me to think that, what if Seiji created Kuro Misa in respond to his sister? so that he can keep an eye on her movement or to at least be in the same circle as her. which's why he picked such a character that is so unlike him since he just hate divination so why bother being known as someone famous of such a thing?? (I swear this man deserve all the respect for all the things he just do to protect his clan but no one ever appreciate it T^T)

Seiji also said that wearing a veil is very helpful since it will help him to recognize the faces of anyone whom tries to come closer to him to uncover his secrets, but what if a hidden/indirect meaning is also that if someone whom thought he was his sister thus come closer to talk to him that would help him recognize his enemies or the people his sister tried to make contact with to let them join her side in her fight against the Matoba clan !!

I know all of this might not make any sense, and as I said this one is just a very crazy theory of mine that won't be true mostly but was fun to think about .. if I hit it close to the truth I'd be very shocked of myself tbh xDD

if you read it to the end I just thank you for bearing with me and my crazy thoughts and theories ~

don't mind my english if it sounded weird or such, not my native language.

If anyone have anything to add or wanna correct anything I'd be glad and happy to hear it, and if you think I'm crazy it's okay xDD

I can't wait for the next chapter to just drop since I'm losing my mind over thinking everything and coming up with crazy thought and theories while waiting ><

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Kalim Al-Asim New Year's Attire Personal Story: Part 2

"I hope they'll burst into a smile."

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

[Mister S's Mystery Shop]

Kalim: Yeah, it's super enjoyable! Why don't you apply for this part-time job next year, Leona?

Leona: No thanks. I'm quite busy, unlike someone else I know.

Kalim: Well, I know that I end up so busy everyday I it feels like the world is spinning…

Kalim: But once I see the happy smiling faces of the customers up close, all of that exhaustion just completely disappears!

Kalim: Somehow, it makes me feel just as happy.

Leona: Is that so. Good for you.

Kalim: Yeah! Ah, but… It's not like we only have happy customers leaving the shop.

Kalim: Once in a while, there'll be a customer who leaves looking so depressed. When that happens, I also get kinda sad.

Leona: …

Kalim: My Papa does business all over the place.

Kalim: He took me to a bunch of places when I was little.

Kalim: Papa's customers would always go home with a smile. Whenever I saw their happy expressions, it would always lift my spirits too.

Kalim: I want these guys here to enjoy themselves too. Haah… I wonder how I could help everyone smile.

Leona: Well, good luck to you. At least so as much that you don't neglect your actual job.

Kalim: My actual job… Ah, that's right!! The ＫＵＭＡＤＥ!!

Kalim: Hey, Leona! Buy a ＫＵＭＡＤＥ for me. It's a tool that came from the east that’ll help you clean.

Leona: A ＫＵＭＡＤＥ? There's no way that I'd ever use any kind of cleaning equipment.

Leona: All I see is something boring and uninteresting that'll just take up space in the corner of my room collecting dust.

Kalim: Boring…?

Kalim: ―Oh, that's it!!

Leona: Eh?

Kalim: So, this whole time I was thinking that this ＫＵＭＡＤＥ was missing something.

Kalim: Thanks for your advice! I think I'll be able to do something with these thanks to you, Leona!

Kalim: Sam!!! I have an idea of what to do with the ＫＵＭＡＤＥ!

Kalim: So…

Sam: I see… Seems like it could be a good idea, I suppose?

Sam: I happen to have a box here filled with items that I wasn't able to stuff into those Mystery Bags.

Sam: You can use anything in here as you wish. Also, it may be good to have the Little Spade Imp help you with putting it together as well.

Sam: If it's only for about an hour, I should be able to mind the shop by myself while you guys work in the backyard.

Kalim: Thank you Sam and Deuce! Alright! Let's get to work as soon as possible!

Deuce: Yes! Let's do our best, Asim-senpai!

Kalim: Uhhh, so we'll throw on a bunch of these artificial flowers, wrap it with a gold ribbon, attach some shiny glass beads…

Kalim: Ooh, there's a charm that looks like a scarab too! If I place it right in the center, it'll have the most impact!

Kalim: Yeah, it feels like this'll turn out really good. I'm gonna go make a bunch of these!

Kalim: ―When the customers come into the shop and see this ＫＵＭＡＤＥ, I hope they'll burst into a smile～

One hour later―

Ruggie: Oh, finally I'm up at the register. Man～ I've really gotten tired of lining up multiple times too～

Ruggie: …Wait, Leona-san!? Why're you here at the school store!?

Leona: You showed up at the counter right when I expected you would. Glad I didn't have to wait for nothing.

Ruggie: I thought the whole reason why you left me some of your own money to buy you a Mystery Bag was so that you didn't have to line up.

Ruggie: Weren't you planning on sleeping soundly back at the dorm while I suffered here in line?

Leona: Would be great if I could be doing that.

Leona: Only problem is that all our dorm students are here all packed into this store.

Leona: There's no one I can dump my duties on to… I can't let that fly.

Ruggie: What's with that super selfish reason!?! It's always in these kinds of situations that you really show off your spoiled nature, huh!?

Leona: Shut up. Just hurry and finish paying so we can bring a few of these guys back home.

Kalim: Next customer in line, the register is ope― …Oh, Ruggie! You came by again!

Kalim: Ah, Leona's here too! What great timing. I got something for you.

Leona: Huh? Why me?

Kalim: There was something I wanted to give you… Wait a moment.

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

[hildagirl99]

Complicated love~

Part 1

This is a (long) summary of when Cagney and Hilda confessed their feeling, it was hard and long but the love is always stronger.

Since she had her degree in astrology, she saw less of her friends, especially Cagney more than this one had started to have feelings towards him, everything had changed inside her. Not wanting to spoil this friendship, she ignored him, wanting to drown her grief and her feelings in her work, which was not lost in the eyes of her friend, BonBon.

"Hilda… you should get out some more, look at you… you're pale, tired. What's wrong?"

"Nothing… I just need to work." Hilda answers.

"Let me guess… is it Cagney?"

Hilda lets out a long silence.

"Is that it? Did you have a fight?"

"No it's not that…"

"Hilda… Cags is very worried about you, he thinks of you."

"That's not what I seemed to know since he was hanging out with the girl… the flower."

"Ah? Jealousy?" Said Bonbon to relax her.

"No !! I'm not jealous! On the contrary, I'm glad he's dating someone of his kind…" Hilda said, keeping her eyes on the papers.

"Sounds like you're worried anyway. He told us she's not his girlfriend." her friend sighs.

"Girlfriend or not, I'm glad he's with someone like him."

"Hilda… do you love her? Are you in love with Cags?"

At this question, Hilda bursts into tears. BonBon understands instantly.

"I don't know where I am… I don't know how I feel, I'm lost, but it is true that I have a strong attraction for him."

"My Hilda… why don't you tell him about it?"

"We can't love each other… I'm human…"

"So what? He doesn't care. What is certain is that you have to talk. He's just waiting for that."

"But what makes you say he loves me? We've been best friends since childhood…"

"Maybe he doesn't feel the same way about your friendship… come with us this afternoon! He will be there, we will have fun, it will be an opportunity for you to talk."

"I'll be there." Hilda said in a small voice.

This afternoon, she drags her feet to the meeting point that Bonbon had given her. Beppy and Bonbon had already arrived.

"Here, looks like Cags didn't come alone!" Written Beppy.

Hilda turns around and sees Cagney with the flower she had seen at the ball the night before on her arm. She frowns and tries to hide her embarrassment.

"Hi folks! Do you mind Lilia joining the group?"

"No no! Nice to see a new face." BonBon replies.

"Nice to see each other outside than in a ballroom!" exclaims Lilia.

Her smile was beaming, her petals sky blue, her eyes sparkling blue, her slender waist, Hilda felt ridiculous next to her.

"It seems to me it's you? Hilda? Cagney told me a lot about you!" Said Lilia showing her best smile.

Hilda stood still, not knowing what to say and ignored Cagney at the same time.

A little later, they were sitting in the grass, playing cards, Hilda had her head elsewhere.

"Hey! It's yours Hilda!" Cagney said giving her a discreet nudge.

"Huh? Uh .. sorry…"

"Are you okay? You know… I wish we could go out together a few times."

"You don't need me to go out, you already have someone else." Hilda whispered coldly, alluding to Lilia.

"Hilda… do you want us to take a break?"

BonBon request.

"You look tired, Hilda, a break will do you a lot of good." Lilia said.

Exhausted, she throws the cards to the ground.

"No sorry, I'd rather go home…" Hilda answers as she leaves hurriedly.

Faced with the silence and the non-reaction of her friends, Cagney gets up and goes to join Hilda and grabs her hand.

"Hilda… what's the matter? You know you can talk to me. Why are you ignoring me?" He asks.

"Leave me…"

"No Hilda… I'm here in front of you, talk to me."

"I'm just not well, I can't tell you more."

"Tonight, under the oak… I'll be there, I'll wait for you." Cagney said as if to say an order.

"I'll try to come…"

In the evening, Cagney was waiting for her under the oak tree where they used to go when they were young. But Hilda had fallen asleep on her worksheets.

"She won't come… I don't understand." Cagney thinks, getting up to leave.

"What ?? ... Oh no ... I completely forgot!" Hilda writes, jumping from her chair. A memory had prompted her to wake up from her sleep. She flew as fast as she could at the oak but Carney was gone.

"Why am I ruining everything…" Hilda collapses to the ground. Small tears fall from her cheeks and the sky begins to rain. Exhausted from failing in her sentimental and friendly life, she curls up on the ground and closes her eyes, eventually falling asleep in the pouring rain.

"Do you think she's going to wake up?" Lilia asks Cagney.

"Yes… I've never seen her so desperate and sad as to sleep in the rain." Cagney answers.

Cagney had had a presentiment of going back, hoping to see her. It was there that he found her curled up on herself and took her to her cabin. Lilia had heard of this news and came to help warm her up.

"Cags… what are you going to do when she wakes up?"

"She will have no choice but to talk to me. Our friendship has always been strong in the face of hardship."

"Pff… friendship, Cags… you're the first to say you're in love with her. You have to tell her." Lilia said smiling at Cagney.

"Not in this circumstance… I…"

"Be yourself. Don't play who you're not, like I told you." Lilia said leaving her cabin.

Lilia and Cagney had known a few months before, still at the balls to organize, she had become Cagney's confidante, he needed help and to meet new people, so she was perfectly aware that he was in love with Hilda and had decided to help him. Hilda had seen them together several times already and this gave rise to misunderstandings and she always ended up leaving the ball alone to leave them alone.

"Why did you do that…" Cagney thinks, stroking Hilda's hair.

She was breathing heavily with an irregular rhythm.

"You're all cold…" he thinks, placing his hand on her cheek.

He walks up to her, laying his entire body on her, hoping to warm her despite his thin body.

This is where Hilda opened one eye and smelled a familiar scent.

"Waaaah !! What… where am I? Cags?" Hilda starts up.

Cagney pulls back, trying to calm her down.

"You are at home… I found you asleep in the rain."

Hilda tries to run through the door to escape but Cagney holds her back with his vines.

"Stop running away from me! Don't ignore me! Why are you doing this, Hilda?" Cagney writes hugging her.

Hilda doesn't have the strength to struggle, she closes her eyes.

"Hilda, we're best friends, we've always told each other everything! Why are you ignoring me? Why are you locking yourself up in your work? I'm here, talk to me. I'm ready to hear it all." Cagney whispers.

"I'm not sure if we're still best friends anymore…"

"What? Did I do something wrong?" Cagney asks.

"No… I… I'm lost."

"Lost of what?"

"About us. Do you remember when we said that we were necessarily going to make our own life on our own about love? I think you don't need me anymore, you seem happy with this girl." Hilda answers, her throat tight.

"Huh? What girl? Ah… Lilia? But she's just a friend!" Breath Cagney have a nervous laugh.

"But…"

"I don't know what the others told you but it's not true, I'm not in love with her. Neither is she."

Hilda was confused.

"So… I… I made myself sad for nothing." She says.

"But you don't have to get in any state for this, I was very worried about you."

"I am ridiculous."

"No Hilda… you are my role model." Cagney whispers.

Hilda smiles slightly but is touched.

"To forget that, you want to, uh…" Cagney stammers.

"What ?"

He takes a deep breath.

"Dinnerwithmeonthesedays?" He said quickly.

"That… speak more quietly."

“Do… you… want to… have dinner with me one of these days?” Cagney said calmly, looking her in the eye.

"Eating together but… it's not new hehe."

"No… it's serious, I want to have dinner with you. Just the two of us, worthy of a candlelight dinner."

"You mean… like a date?" Hilda asks.

“Kind of yes,” Cagney replies.

Hilda thought for a long time before saying:

"I'll… I'll give you a date, I have to break free."

"Start by working less already, go to bed at reasonable hours," Cagney said with a smile.

"I will do it."

To be continued ...

[simpxxstan]

After I'm Gone (k.th artist au)- Chapter 4

pairing: taehyung x oc

genre: romance, some smut, fluff, LOTS of angst

trope: childhood friends to lovers au, artist!taehyung, love triangle

summary: after being inseparable for all of their school years, when taehyung leaves suddenly one night, life becomes unbearable for flora. she thinks that living without him is suffering, but little does she know that when he crashes back into her life, it’s going to be much worse. especially when he arrives with a gorgeous wife. will fate ever stop being so cruel to her? will she ever find true love?

rating for this chapter: 18+

rating for the series: 18+

word count: 1.3k

warnings for this chapter: explicit sex, kissing, nipple biting, unprotected sex (please don't listen to tae), cursing, smoking, tae's dark thoughts.

warnings for the series: sporadic smut, heartbreak, (some) dishonesty in love, verbal fights, mention of untreatable illnesses, death of a character (not oc, nor taehyung), depression, alcoholism, smoking habits. will add more warnings if required to the chapter itself.

a/n: oh my god, i loved writing this chapter. i really hope you like it too! gonna upload the next instalment soon! also working on a few one-shots hehe, so i'm going to put down all my ideas on tumblr posts now. tagging: @ggukkieland! really appreciate you all for reading! ilysm! i'd be grateful for feedback!

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He took all his time taking off his shirt, his mind not leaving the events of the night. Taehyung had somehow still not wrapped his head around the fact that he had seen Flora... after so many years... of trying to escape. He had purposely never stayed in London for too long, because he knew she would be at her hometown. God knows why he had listened to Cathy and accepted the invitation.

It was not like he had been uncomfortable among his friends. He had felt at home after many years. It was just she who had spoiled the entire evening. Since her arrival, he had been unable to focus on anyone else. And how could anyone blame him for that when she had looked that gorgeous? For the last ten years, a different version of Flora had haunted his dreams. A softer version, an angelic version. Not this goddess he had met today. The last ten years had really been good to her. As he looked into the mirror, his eyes bore at the dark circles underneath his eyes. Fate had been unfair to him.

A hand slid up his bare chest. He had again been too distracted to notice when Cathy had slipped up behind him. She now gently rubbed his lower abdomen, appreciating his toned abs, while whispering in his ears, "I'm so thankful that we went today. Your friends are simply amazing. Now I know why you have so many great memories from your childhood!" Her accent was back now that she wasn't in public. She knew that Tae had always been turned on by her Russian accent. It brought back all their memories from their six weeks in Moscow.

She was right, he responded to her voice, by slowly turning out. However, Taehyung's eyes did not stray from her face. He was searching for something in her eyes- something he had seen today in Flora's face. But he couldn't place what it was he was looking for, and ended up bending down to kiss her. "I'm glad about that," he whispered against her lips, their breaths intertwining. Her hands went all over his back, slowly tracing his backbone, as he picked her up quickly and intensified their kiss. He gently walked across the room and put her down on their large bed.

"I also saw her." She broke away for some air, while Tae opened her bra slowly to apply his lips to her soft breasts. "Her, who?" He asked, drinking in her skin. "Her. Flora. The one you drew. I know your inspiration now." Maybe there was some envy laced in her voice? Taehyung had known that all along. She had been very upset to find that his painting to get noticed by the investors and buyers was a painting of another woman. Tonight, she had seen her face too. Taehyung bit deep into her nipple, "Are you jealous?" She laughed, her heady, seductive voice breathless with the impact of Taehyung's actions on her skin. He was biting and then lapping his tongue over it, until he reached the edge of her underwear. He slowly ripped it off, his eyes focused on her. "Answer me, babe." She looked back at him, defiant. "You know that I know better. I've handled so many girls- aah- I can handle one- ugh- more. Tae- aaargh, please more- I felt only good vibes from her- uh uh uh, Tae!- she's so sweet, she won't be a problem- OH FUCK- I'm - FUCK - fucking sure."

Once he was deep into her, he looked back into her eyes, and slowly began to thrust in. Her eyes fluttered every so often, that pretty face he had fallen for all those years ago. As she arched her back, allowing him access to her neck, he thought of all the reasons he was grateful to Catherina. How she had always been loyal to him. How they had fought, but the love had stayed strong. And that should've put his mind to rest. But there was one voice that did not escape his mind, and he needed Catherina's screams to drown that voice in his head. So he began thrusting harder, while biting deeper on all the skin on her neck, until she was screaming her lungs out. All these years had not improved the time it took for the both of them to reach their climax. Finally, they rode their high out, panting and smiling, without breaking their eye contact.

"Babe, where's your condom?"

"Aren't you on birth control?" Tae's eyes widened.

"Yes, but-"

"Well, we can't control impulses. Not that you like anything better than raw." He kissed her forehead, wiping the cum off her body and slowly removing himself from her and rising from their bed.

"I'm just gonna go get a smoke, okay baby?"

"Tae, please don't..."

"Shh, babe, sleep. I want my baby girl to be asleep by the time I'm back, else..." he smirked at her. "Well, I don't have any energy for another round, so I am going to sleep. But don't stay away to long, Tae... the bed feels cold." He kissed her again before walking away, wearing his boxers, and shutting the door and walking into the balcony. In the moonlight bathing his near-naked form, he lit a cigarette quickly and inhaled the smoke that filled his lungs. It had been months since he had smoked, but today, today he had no other way to escape. He didn't want to drink too much because of the exhibition the next day, and he really needed something to calm himself down.

He walked out of the balcony, and into the long corridor, until he reached the huge room that was his studio. They had recently moved in to this house, as Catherina had wanted to settle down in London. Of course, nobody knew this yet. He entered his passcode, and entered. No one except him was allowed into the room, Catherina only on special requests or when he painted her. Then he walked further into the anti-room, which was absolutely forbidden to anyone except himself, where he kept his favourite paintings. He entered another passcode and entered it. This room was much darker, lit up only by the butt of his cigarette. The smoke covered his eyesight, but he lit the dim lights in the room.

One face popped out to him from all the paintings. That same face in different poses, different settings. That person seemed to be the only figure Taehyung could paint well. The only figure Taehyung had ever wanted to paint.

Except that these paintings were only for his eyes. He wouldn't allow even Satan to see these paintings.

But today he was here because he had made a gross mistake. He had drawn the face imperfectly. He had not done any justice to how perfect Flora actually was. His memory had betrayed him- she was so much beautiful that his memories. Somewhere along the way, she had become a lady, and Tae was still a boy, losing his way in the world, trying to grasp on to her light, the only light that had ever existed in his life.

And he had treated her so badly. His face grew hot in shame, the room suddenly felt stuffy. His deepest demons who were hidden in this room of his memories, now seemed to attack him. He opened the door, and escaped quickly. The fresh air of the bigger studio was a welcome relief to him.

He quickly stashed the cigarette in a dustbin, and left the studio. He was not ready to dwell in the dark zone of his memories any longer. She had moved on so well. He needed to move on too. From the Flora of his memories. From the Flora of high school. From the Flora in the elegant green cocktail dress. From the Flora who was now so distant from him.

[mint-yooxgi]

I absolutely loved your most recent Taemin fic. It was a bit confusing at some parts but you create such an atmosphere that it didn't matter. Ik you don't do sequels but would you ever do a drabble that's like a prequel explaining what happened when taemin's lover died?

Thank you so much, I'm glad to hear you liked it!! I'm more than happy to answer any questions you may have about it, I figured some parts may get a bit confusing, so my apologies for that!

In terms of a prequel, probably not, but I'd be more than happy to tell you what I had in mind as to what happened to Taemin's lover! I'll put it under a read more just in case people don't want to spoil it for themselves.

So essentially, what I had envisioned was that Jongin turned Taemin, which then lead to Taemin wanting to turn his lover so they could be 'together forever', only the transition didn't go well. The vampire blood wasn't taking in the lover's body well, which is why the lover got sick in the first place, and for safety reasons Taemin sent his staff away. That, and the fact he was already turning into a yandere towards his original lover and wanted no one else to be around them.

The lover, not realizing what Taemin had done, freaked out and tried to run only for Taemin to hunt them down. He ended up killing them as a result go everything - the incomplete transition, them running away, him not being able to control his strength or thirst, etc.

Taemin blames Kai for his lover's death cause it was Jongin who originally turned Taemin, so if that had never happened, his lover would never had died. Taemin, being a newer vampire didn't know how to turn another, and because his blood was so young to being a vampire, it did more harm than good in his lover's system.

[ya-girl-mc]

Sweet Indulgence

Character: Kuroo Tetsurou × Fem Reader

Concept: Y/N and Kuroo spend their Valentine's evening with a homecooked date night dinner; then came "dessert" 😏

⚠️ Warning: Sexual content (also contains a minor spoiler from the Haikyuu!! manga since I referred to a lil detail there for Kuroo's character in this fic)

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day ya'll esp to those who'll be spending it alone (me lol 😔✊). This fic was requested by a dear irl friend of mine who's one of the biggest Kuroo trash I know so here ya go 😉

☆☆ A Haikyuu!! Fanfiction ☆☆

"Damn it."

Kuroo's disgruntled voice caused Y/N to look up from her morning coffee as she gazed at him inquisitively. "What's up?"

A deep frown etched on his face, he sighed and set his phone down on the table, his attention once again on his half-eaten breakfast. "The Chief. He needs me to work overtime tonight, of all times. I swear that old man is giving me way too much load for how much I'm getting paid-"

Y/N brought up her coffee mug to her lips, gazing at her boyfriend sympathetically as she listened to him rant about his rather unfortunate office life. While Kuroo loves and is adept at his new job at the Sports Promotion Division of the Japan Volleyball Association, his overbearing boss made matters far from pleasing.

Ah yes, the toil of the working class.

"-and we even made those dinner reservations tonight for Valentine's Day."

Oh, right. Like any typical run-of-the-mill working class couple, Y/N and Kuroo were looking forward to a classy dinner to celebrate the 14th, yet the unforeseen circumstances seemed to have derailed their evening plans. Huffing in annoyance, he set his utensils down and shot her a guilty look. She was quite disappointed of course, but it couldn't be helped; it's all part of the game, as they say. "It's fine, we could always go at a different time. You do what you gotta do."

"You know, when you act all level-headed like that, I can't help but feel even worse," Kuroo sighed, thoroughly frustrated at how his boss managed to ruin their dinner plans.

She grinned at him as an idea occurred to her. "What time do you get off work today?"

"Probably 8 or 9, at the latest. Why?"

"Great!" Y/N chimed, chuckling sheepishly as soon as she noticed the impassive expression on Kuroo's face. "Well...not because you have to work overtime since that definitely sucks. I mean, I'd have enough time to prepare us a fancy dinner for date night." Her eyes lit up in excitement, her mind already racing with ideas as she began to ponder on what dishes to prepare.

Kuroo grinned at her in amusement, feeling himself gradually get over his workplace woes. Glancing at his phone, he briskly cleaned up after himself and proceeded to grab his belongings. "Thanks for the meal, but I'd better go on ahead. The earlier I can get there, the sooner I can get everything done."

Y/N followed suit and ushered him to the entrance of their shared apartment. It was pretty rare to see Kuroo invigorated on a weekday morning as he usually lazed around with her for a bit before they both headed off to their respective offices; the idea of a scrumptious date night dinner prepared by his lover definitely served as extra motivation to get through the day.

After adjusting his tie, she proceeded to ruffle his hair to try and straighten his stubborn bed head, but to no avail. "I don't know how you can seem to pull off going to work with bed hair, but anyway, do your best today, Kuroo-san!" She teased and saw him off with a salute.

Damn it, how adorable.

In one swift motion, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, his lips pecking hers ever so slightly as he pulled away, chuckling at the dazed expression on her face. "I'll make it up to you later, I promise. Then, I'll be off." He waved at her as Y/N watched his retreating figure, her heart still pounding from their prior interaction.

As I thought, cohabitation really is the best.

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It was just about past 7 in the evening when Y/N arrived at their apartment with an armful of groceries. Despite getting off from work as early as 5:30, she lost track of time in the supermarket, completely engulfed with the multitude of ideas that raced through her mind. Cooking was a passion of hers, and there's nothing she enjoys more other than spoiling her significant other with her culinary prowess.

Unloading the bags on the kitchen's countertop, Y/N's eyes scanned over the ingredients, thoroughly pleased with her purchase.

Seared rib eye steak paired with a classic red wine jus, a creamy and delectable potato au gratin as a side dish, and a decadent chocolate mousse dessert for that extra indulgence...ahhh it's perfect! I'll make sure that every penny spent on these ridiculously expensive ingredients will be worth it!

Y/N threw an apron on and proceeded to undertake the necessary preparations for each of the dishes, determined to salvage what's left of her and Kuroo's Valentine's Day plans with probably the best dinner she'll be preparing by far. She recounted on the recipes she had sneakily studied in-between working hours, finding herself completely engrossed with the tasks at hand.

Okay, the gratin's baking in the oven...once there's 30 minutes left to its cooking time that's when I'll start preparing the red wine jus. Then I'll be searing the steak, let it rest, then prepare the mousse in the process. Yep, I got this in the bag!

Once more immersing herself in her culinary escapades, Y/N was finally down to the last task of whipping up the chocolate mousse when the front door opened, signaling Kuroo's arrival from work as the wonderful aromas that wafted from the kitchen uplifted him from his weariness. With her back turned towards him, he shut the door and sauntered towards the kitchen, a scheming grin on his face as he crept towards his oblivious girlfriend.

"Y/N," he breathed teasingly into her ear, causing her to yelp in surprise.

"Goddammit, Tetsurou!" She hastily switched off the hand mixer to avoid splattering chocolate mousse everywhere, shooting him a dirty look in the process. "You're lucky I only had a mixer in my hand! What if it was something else, like a-"

The sight of her handsome lover, still clad in his office attire with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, rendered her speechless. He chuckled as Y/N continued to gawk at him, stepping closer to wrap his free arm around her shoulders. "Happy Valentine's Day." Kuroo tenderly pressed his lips on her temples as he handed her the bouquet.

Ahh, great. Now I feel like crap for yelling at him like that. Unable to suppress the smile that made its way to her face, she sheepishly accepted his gift, standing on her toes to plant an appreciative kiss on his cheek. "T-thank you...and Happy Valentine's Day, too."

The warmth that adorned her cheeks just made her even more irresistible, yet Kuroo tried to reel in his urges as he allotted a reasonable distance between them. "So, what did my cute lover prepare for date night?"

As if on cue at his inquiry, her eyes immediately lit up. "Well, I started off by preparing the potato au gratin since that takes the longest to cook. I infused the cream with a little thyme, rosemary, and a dash of lemon zest to cut back on the heaviness. Then, for the rib eye steak, I-" Kuroo simply listened on as she rambled, the corners of his mouth turning upwards as she explained the entirety of the cooking process of each of the dishes she had prepared. While he didn't understand a majority of it, it was utterly endearing for him to see her so engrossed in the fervor of her culinary passion.

So basically, she prepared a fancy potato dish, a steak dish, and chocolate mousse for dessert. Damn it, she's just too adorable when she goes all out.

"-so anyway," Y/N continued, grasping Kuroo's attention once more. "Can you check if the mousse tastes fine? I'm a bit concerned that I may have fallen short on the sweetness." With a spoon in hand, she scooped a generous amount and held it out for him to taste.

Taking it into his mouth, Kuroo's eyes widened as the dessert's decadence flooded his taste buds. The mousse was not overbearingly sweet due to the dark chocolate she used, yet it still delivered the right amount of indulgence for a dessert; the perfect balance of flavor was definitely to his liking. "Wow, that's delicious!" He exclaimed and was tempted to beg for another spoonful.

Y/N grinned, her pride swelling up at his positive feedback. "Yay, glad to hear! I'll be popping this in the fridge to chill while we have dinner."

Setting down the bouquet of flowers on the countertop, she proceeded to take the bowl; however, Kuroo had something else in mind as he held her arm and leaned closer, peering at her inquisitive expression. "Why don't you give it a taste as well?"

"Uhm...okay." As she reached for another spoon, Kuroo snatched it away from her and shook his head dismissively. Scooping a spoonful of the mixture, he applied a dollop of mousse on his fingers and held it out, a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Here." 

The atmosphere between them suddenly shifted, and with Kuroo eyeing her so earnestly, she couldn't help her cheeks from flaming up at his promiscuous gesture. Amid Y/N's brief contemplation, he brushed his fingers across her lips and gently pushed them into her mouth.

Her heart thumping at how unbelievably alluring Kuroo was at their proximity, she locked her eyes with his, her tongue slowly lapping up the remnants of chocolate mousse. It was long gone, yet she continued to suck fervently on his fingers, earning a shudder from him. She slowly took it out of her mouth, keeping her gaze trained on his. "You're right, it is delicious."

Kuroo's eyes darkened with lust as he took a step closer, running his thumb across her lip to collect all remaining traces of the mousse. His tongue slowly darted out of his mouth and licked his thumb clean, grinning as Y/N simply stared at him, her mouth slightly agape. "I know that you just prepared us a delicious dinner, but there's something else I'd rather eat right now."

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Kuroo slipped his hand behind her head, pulling her close as his lips urgently met hers. The force nearly made Y/N stumble, but his arm immediately went around her waist, stabilizing her position as she met his kiss with fervor. As their tongues intertwined, both of them could detect a hint of sweetness from the remnants of the chocolate mousse which only intensified their thirst for the other.

Y/N struggled to breathe as Kuroo's tongue relentlessly explored her mouth, the hands that held his blazer beginning to tremble. He took her bottom lip into his teeth, the sharp sensation causing her knees to buckle as he backed her up into the countertop, pressing himself even closer to her. Her head was beginning to spin, and if it weren't for Kuroo's lean stature holding her in place, she would have collapsed then and there.

"T-tetsurou," Y/N gasped out as Kuroo trailed his lips across her jaw and down to her neck, wincing as she felt his teeth graze the skin. His hands wandered down to her waist as he hoisted her up on the countertop, his tongue darting out to soothe the love bites he left along her neck. Pulling away momentarily, he eyed her with raw passion and need as he loosened up his neck tie, the seemingly mundane gesture igniting Y/N's desire.

"Strip for me." His voice was low, commanding, yet she could sense the desperation it conveyed. Her heart pounding wildly, Y/N proceeded to remove her apron and unbutton her blouse, her face burning at how Kuroo's eyes scrutinized her every move; however, her current position hindered her as she struggled to discard her skirt. Leaning back on her forearm, she slightly lifted her hips and slipped off her skirt with her free hand, causing Kuroo to grit his teeth at how unbelievably erotic the entire scene was.

Now down to her underwear, Y/N attempted to pull him towards her yet he shook his head defiantly, his finger trailing from her lips down to the swell of her breasts. "I meant all of it."

"You should've clarified it earlier," she huffed, completely flustered at how Kuroo enjoyed making her squirm.

He then responded to her quip with his own. "I didn't think that needed to be clarified, Y/N."

Completely at a loss on how to respond, she sighed in defeat and conceded as her hands moved to discard the last few pieces of clothing, eventually swallowing hard as she noticed how aroused Kuroo had gotten through his slacks. He wanted to take her then and there, but as his eyes wandered to the bowl of chocolate mousse atop the counter, he decided to have a little bit more fun; it was Valentine's Day after all.

Y/N followed his gaze and immediately caught on on what he was planning to do, sighing internally as the dessert she painstakingly made will be used for a completely different purpose. Yet, she fidgeted in anticipation, unable to deny how much the prospect turned her on. Kuroo chuckled, the gestures she displayed serving as all the confirmation he needed to proceed.

Reaching for the bowl and a ladle, Kuroo scooped a generous amount of mousse and poured it on her body, his own breathing picking up as he watched the slightly viscous mixture cascade down her bare chest. "That kind of tickles," Y/N remarked shyly, keeping her eyes trained downwards as she couldn't bring herself to look at him.

As I thought...this is kind of embarrassing after all.

Kuroo sensed her apprehension. He leaned towards her and pressed a reassuring kiss on her cheek, a gentle smile adorning his face. "I'll be cleaning this off of you in no time."

Before Y/N could process the implications of his words, she flinched in surprise as Kuroo's tongue boldly lapped up the mousse on her chest, her hands immediately moving towards his hair as she trembled in pleasure. His hands on her thighs, he abruptly pulled her closer towards him, her legs wrapping around his waist in the process. The sweetness of the mousse and the lustful moans Y/N released overwhelmed his senses as he ran his tongue over her nipple, her hands tightening its grip on his hair in response. It was starting to hurt a bit as she pulled at the strands, completely lost in her own passion as he stimulated her, yet Kuroo didn't mind; rather, it only encouraged him further as he began to take her nipples into his teeth, causing her to cry out at the sensations he induced.

"T-tetsurou...enough, please," she begged in-between gasps as she lifted Kuroo's head from her chest, her eyes dazed and completely overcome with desire.

"All right, all right. I'll stop," he rescinded, pulling away from Y/N slightly as he grinned at the panicked expression on her face.

"N-no, that's not what I-"

"You want me to touch you elsewhere, right?" Kuroo once more reached for the ladle and poured a generous amount of mousse along her thighs. In an instant, he was down on his knees as he positioned her legs atop his shoulders, the new angle allowing him an enticing view of her soaked core. Glancing up momentarily at her, he shuddered in pleasure as he noticed the lustful way she was looking at him.

Licking his fingers clean, he kissed hungrily down her thigh, his tongue darting out to lap up the sweet mixture. Y/N moaned uncontrollably, twining her fingers with the strands of his hair in an attempt to keep him in place. Kuroo's mouth eventually reached her inner thigh, the warm breaths he let out teasing her entrance. He looked up once more to seek out her permission as the single nod she managed was all the confirmation he needed.

His lips and tongue began to stimulate her most sensitive parts, Y/N's grip on his hair tightening as she gasped out in pleasure. She was intoxicating, the high-pitched noises and gestures she made guiding him in his ministrations. As soon as his lips touched her sweet spot, she jerked in surprise, causing Kuroo to cease his actions. "What's wrong? Did that feel good for you?"

Y/N nodded earnestly as she looked down at him; the sight of Kuroo on his knees with his head in-between her legs was just too much to take. Taking her silence as a signal to continue, he resumed his earlier actions, her every response, no matter how miniscule, fueling his own arousal. He decided to take it even further as the deliberate moans he let out caused Y/N to whimper at how pleasurable the vibrations felt.

"T-tetsurou...!" She gasped, her insides tightening which signaled her fast-approaching release. Kuroo made no attempt to stop as the movement of his lips and tongue intensified, pushing her on the verge of coming. Her entire body began to tremble and it wasn't long before she finally climaxed, her upper body slumping forward as she struggled to regain her breathing.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Kuroo swiftly stood and allowed Y/N to lean into his embrace, his hands stroking her hair as her breathing eventually evened. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah, thanks for that," she mumbled in embarrassment, her head pressed against his chest as she listened to his heartbeat, her eyelids gradually becoming heavier.

However, Kuroo was far from being done. He tipped up her chin, all traces of his earlier composure long gone from his face. "Sorry Y/N. We're not done yet. Not when you got me all worked up from that." He drew back and gently pulled her arm, his hands moving to provide support as she hopped down from the counter, her legs slightly wobbling. Her entire body still felt quite sensitive from the remnants of her earlier passion, yet she was eager for more.

His hands moved frantically as he turned Y/N around and pushed her down, her front pressing against the cool surface of the granite countertop. She heard Kuroo curse under his breath as he took in her new position, her face burning at how much more exposed she felt; yet, she couldn't deny the anticipation she felt for what's to come. "Hurry..."

"Shit, hold on...let me just-" Kuroo was frantic now, completely engulfed in his own desire as he reached for his pocket for a condom; he always kept one in hand for "emergency purposes", as he claimed. Holding the packet momentarily between his teeth, his fingers fumbled as he unbuckled and unbuttoned his slacks. Ripping the wrapper off with his teeth, he proceeded to put the condom on, positioning himself behind Y/N. He wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her close as his other hand held his throbbing length. "I'm going in."

He plunged himself deep, both of them moaning uncontrollably at the sensation of their joined bodies. Her insides were unbearably warm and tight, yet she still managed to take in the entirety of his shaft so easily. Snapping his hips forward, Kuroo let out a throaty groan as their position allowed him to reach even deeper parts inside of her. Completely overcome with his overwhelming need, he began thrusting wildly, his grip on her waist tightening.

Y/N grasped the edges of the countertop at the sheer force of his thrusts, her entire being staggering at how relentlessly Kuroo made love to her; but, she was not one to complain as she eventually moved her hips along with his, taking him even deeper than before.

"Shit...Y/N, you feel so good," Kuroo moaned, his teeth nibbling along her earlobe. It was during times like these when she and him indulged in each other that Kuroo strays from his usual composed and laid-back demeanor; she took pride in being able to witness and experience this completely different side of him.

Their lustful moans echoed throughout the apartment, yet despite her current state-of-mind, Y/N managed to recollect herself, well-aware of their neighbors risking on hearing them. She brought up her hand to her mouth to silence herself; however, Kuroo withheld her attempt to do so, too far gone to care about such matters.

"It's too late for that now. Don't hold yourself back, let me hear you." The unbearably seductive manner he had whispered those words fueled Y/N's desire ten-fold, and it wasn't long before she felt her incoming release as her insides tightened, eliciting a throaty groan from Kuroo.

"I-I'm close...Tetsurou...!" She began calling for him even louder then before. Gritting his teeth, Kuroo wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to a standing position, the new angle allowing him to plunge himself even deeper. His release was fast-approaching as well, his mouth falling atop her shoulder to stifle the lewd noises he was making. Y/N reached up and grasped his hair to keep him in place, her hips moving urgently against his as he showered her neck and shoulders with kisses.

It was just too much to bear, the lustful noises she made intensifying at the sensations he invoked. Moaning out her name, Kuroo lifted her leg and increased his pace, the pleasure of their love-making pushing them on the verge of insanity as they eventually climaxed, Y/N's entire body slumping against his body. Their chests heaving, Kuroo brushed his lips against her cheek, carefully pulling out of her as he collected her languid form into his arms, both of them gradually coming down from their high.

"I love you," he murmured tenderly, his lips brushing against the top of her head.

"I love you, too." Y/N's hands grasped his blazer, glancing upwards to return his smile with her own, both of them in a state of euphoria. It was short-lived, however, as she immediately recollected herself, her panicked eyes darting around the kitchen. "Oh my god, the gratin! And the steak, it's probably oxidized by now...and the chocolate mousse! Only you got to eat it, Tetsurou, you idiot!"

Kuroo couldn't hold back his laughter as she scrambled around the kitchen to collect her discarded clothes, abruptly switching the oven off before moving to check on the remaining dishes of their long-forgotten date night dinner. However, he stopped her in her tracks as he gathered her once more into his embrace. "Before that, I think we should clean up the counter - and more importantly - ourselves first. Besides, even if you feed me burnt crap, I'd still be happy to eat anything you make."

He'd expect her to swoon over his words, yet she only shot him a narrowed look, her hands pushing against his chest. "Butter me up all you want, you're not escaping dish duty tonight."

Kuroo chuckled and watched in amusement as Y/N marched to their bathroom to take a shower, his hands reaching for a rag and disinfectant. He proceeded to wipe the countertop clean, the grin on his face widening as he did. "It was still worth a shot."

[shitpostsfromtheinvisiblelibrary]

I have had this idea for a while, what if the after affects of a Silver's kiss don't go away immediately? Set like 5 days after the mortal word

Irene shivered, stood on the doorstep to Silver's house. She looked around briefly, and ordered the door to unlock, slipping in before anyone came into veiw. It was dark but she was used to working in pitch black, finding it almost too easy to find her way to the stairs.

The only issue she would have was that she didn't know where Silver's bedroom was, or if he'd be in.

Or if he'd have company.

She started on the second floor, pressing her ear to doors to try and hear people on the other side. They all seemed to be empty. Irene could feel her heart beginning to race, her mouth dry and throat tight.

It all felt wrong. She shouldn't be here. She knew that she shouldn't. Kai was at home waiting for her but here she was, searching Silver out like she was drawn to him. A moth to a flame. She'd inevitably burn but it was all that she wanted and needed.

"Little mouse," She looked up, Silver was watching her from the top of the stairs to the third floor. "I'm not sure if I should be impressed or just dissapointed." Irene glowered at him. "Come on up. I'll pour us drinks."

"What did you do to me?" She asked as she started up the stairs.

"This?" He idly waved a hand at her. "It wasn't on purpose, if that makes you feel any better."

"Not really."

"No, I didn't think it was. Does the Prince or the detective know you are here?"

"No." She knew that Vale would probably work it out, but it was a secret that she'd keep to herself for as long as she could. "I don't want to be here. So why am I?"

"In here," He's lead her to his bedroom and Irene's eyes were immediately drawn to the large four poster bed, it had lilac sheets and she had to force the urge to feel them from her mind. To know what they'd feel like when she was pressed into them. "Miss Winters," That almost startled her. Silver offered her a double measure of whiskey and Irene realised she'd lost a good minute.

"Why am I here?"

"It's a side effect," He shrugged. "It will fade with time. To be honest, I thought that you'd be strong enough to resist it. To wait it out."

"I am so tired," Irene took the glass.

"Or that the Prince would be, at the very least, be useful to satisfy some of the urges." Pink coloured Irene's cheeks. "Did I hit a nerve there?"

"I wouldn't use him like that."

"Yet here you are, with one thing on your mind," He raised his own glass to her and then tossed it back. She mimicked the action, her throat burning. "Or am I wrong, and you just wanted answers?" He took the glass from her hand again and put it down, coming to stand barely two inches in front of her. Irene's breath caught in her throat. It would be so easy to kiss him. To let him take her to bed and to satisfy herself.

She hadn't worked out what it was to begin with. She thought that maybe she'd just been having some odd after effects to nearly dying. It wasn't until Kai had casually kissed her cheek and she'd suddenly wanted to rip his clothes off that she'd put two and two together.

"How long," He arched a brow. "Until it stops Silver. Until I don't... Want you."

"It could be a few days, could be a few weeks," He shrugged. "Or maybe I've awoken something in you that won't be satisfied by time and someone else's body."

"I hate you."

"But I bet you're glad that you're alive."

"If we were to..." She flicked her eyes toward the bed. "Would it stop?"

"Probably. Or I'd spoil you for every other man or woman that you come across. At the end of the day it's your choice."

"You still repulse me, I want you to remember that." She pushed past him to pour herself more whiskey, praying that if she had enough to get her tipsy at the very least, she wouldn't be quite as disgusted with herself.

"I could say no," Silver replied. Irene downed her second glass and turned back to him. "I could deny you. Make you beg for it, for me," He smirked and reached out to touch her jaw. Irene swallowed. "You've made the mistake of letting me know how much you are affected by this, little mouse," Irene could feel burning heat in her veins. "I am in control of this situation and I think you hate that fact more than you hate me right now. So say please, or hope that your Prince can keep you satisfied until it goes away, and get out of my house."

"Please."

[lazzyoh]

Act; HL!Joker x Reader

Request; Heya! Could you maybe do a one- or two-shot about how the Heath Ledger Joker of TDK and the Reader meet? Like Maybe him blowing up a Party her parents held or smth and the Reader having a Special quirk… like Illusion or something? Thank you!

Warnings: Actually no important one, might contain a Little swearing and strong language... cursing even... OH! and threatening yk ;)

Side note: no genderfriendly pronouns! Female!Reader; she/her; I decided to give her the skill/quirk of faking and copying others emotions (only their facial expressions and behavoir)… I think it’s a pretty cool thing and abolutely makeable without the Risk of being only fictional or overpowered

Everything clear? Fine. Then let’s go get it started!

                      -------------Part One-------------

The party did go on well, my parents seemed to be pleased by my act while the young man in front of me seemed to be more interested in my father and my bare skin instead of being interested in starting an active and meaningful conversation with me. Layin' my cards all on the table - this idiot sucked and I really wanted to slap that idiotic grin out of his dumb face. But as my parents warned me, that, if I dared bringing shame over the Family, they'd abandon me and never talk a single word to and about me again, I agreed with playing the toy to get them their long wanted partnership with the rival Enterprise. 

                            ❦

I mean, it's not like I actually cared, they wanted to use me and threatened with kicking me out if I'd make a wrong move, so actually I should be the first to run upstairs, slam my door shut loudly and yell at them, that I never want to see them again. But I was no one to complain, to say it with my fathers words „You can be glad to have a house and a bed you can stay and sleep in, you get everything you want, every kind of food, every doll and still you dare being ungrateful towards the one people feeding and loving you? I am really disappointed." I did sure get everything I wanted - but not love uh-uh. Never got the only thing I wanted the most, instead I was, since the day of my birth, only used by my parents for their luck... an' I mean com'on usually it's the other way'round. - The children use their parents to get what they want. But this is how normal families are, not mine, I suppose. 

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For sure my parents spoiled me rotten badly with material things since I was little, so I shouldn't complain about a bit missing love, should I? Still, in my teens I've tried to convince myself a little too often of how their ' ”spoil me with things” would be the only way they could express their love to me' but we all know that’s only the desperate hope of a lovethirsty little Teenie. But times have changed me and the world around, I turned 18, grew pretty much up the last years... paired with the typical changes ya know - Breats grew, body formed womanly, butt and hips became a lot bigger an curvier. My friends say I've got me one delicious body, but they're a little broken in their pretty heads, a body doesn't become like this by only sleeping ( - even through in my case it did.)

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Speaking of body - a special somebody still stared at my chest as if the material hiding it away would slip down magically to reveal to him everything he wanted to see. I let out a small annoyed sigh before putting my facade up again, sweetly smiling at him, I excused myself because I'd need to use the restroom. When in reality I'd actually just leave him stand alone like a fool and call my best friend to complain about my fucked up life... But as Destiny hated me pretty much, I never came that far to my bedroom, because just the same moment I started to walk away, our big brown Mansion door was noisily blown open - only to reveal a tall man wearing a Purple and green suit who snickered wildly while shooking his head, making his dyed hair move around his head like a crazy curtain of greens and browns. The party people weren't amused now anymore, no one was as Everyone almost in an instant recognized who this madman was. 

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„Ähem... sorry to interrupt that pretty little Party of yours.... but ya know... got some business to do and.... stuff." He paused to lick his lips, watching the audience closely until bringing and holding his gaze at my form and eyes, his eyes scanning my face only resulted in creating one hell of a vicious grin on his lips. „My, my... where d'yo wanna go to sweets? Wanna leave now where the fun is about to blow up the place? Keep your pretty little ass right here honey... I wouldn't want to shoot a little silver bullet in that pretty head of yours, would I?~"

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I nearly laughed at him, not because of him but because about his bad timing, couldn't he have waited until I was upstairs? Like seriously gosh…?  But even if I wanted to tell him how he could shot me a bullet in tha head and I wouldn't care less, I quickly decided it would be the best to keep that breath in, as challenging the Clown Prince of Gotham was never a good plan, and the breath I'd take for saying this words into his face would most likely be the last for me to ever take again. So I kept it silent, argued with myself before looking around and copying the fear of anyone else around. A special talent of mine I'm highly proud of - it helped me to get out of a lot unfriendly situations - I mean who can copy emotions of others that easily and realistic? No one I suppose. 

                            🃏

The green haired now walked around, his henchmen following and making sure no one's trying to play the hero of today. I watched his moves, every single Motion of his muscles couldn't left to be unseen by me, counted the times he licked his red lips, only to come up with a result of 5 in an interval of two minutes, until he stopped right infront of me, starring me down as if trying to read my mind - or killing me with only his eyes. I played the scared one, looking into his, actually hella mesmerizing, eyes, which held a soft brown color with light green and icy blue Highlights to themselves. He kept starring me down while I thought about what I would be doing now, if I would've left a little earlier. Disappointed to not be able to call my best friend and complain about my stupid Family, and their plan of selling my virginity and future to a bastard just so they could get a partnership with their latest frenenemies, I wanted to sigh but got ripped out of my daydreams by the Jokers fingers that he was rapidly and wildly snapping infront of my eyes.

                            ❦

I blinked mutual times before being able to really realize and focus on the situation. „Whatcha dreamin'bout sweets? Seems to be interesting, tell me!" I really needed to resist the urge to rise a brow, but instead of telling him that I'd like to leave that shitty place and drown myself in self-pity, I stayed silent and just looked at him with a faked scaredy-cat expression on my face. His chin seemed to... like pretty hard hit the floor at that, but just for a little second, faster than quick his face was back to normal and he started to grin maniacally, patting my head as if I was a little crying child, „You're playing me a fool, don't you little one? Acting as if you're scared but laugh at me on the inside, Ain't I righty?~" 

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I was stunned and confused at the same time, how and why and when did he notice that? I went on with acting as if I did not now what he was about, but the clever man saw through it as if looking through a glass wall. „Okay now, now, little girlie.... - drop that pretty little act of yours, I'm not believing a second of it." The Joker looked at me intensely, his eyes almost cutting open my neck or strangling me with a single look of his, spinechilling. That's what he was. One of those few man able to make anyone shut up with only a single look, I sighed. ,,Never knew someone would be able to look through my act… but as it seems, I ain't the only one with special quirks, Ain't I?" His lips widened into a  wide and almost painful looking smirk, ,,No you ain't dollie, you surely ain't."

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[rarestnicole]

Everything I Didn't Say

Happy birthday, Mommy Maits.

Dear Mommy, happy birthday. I love you, next to God but above anyone else. Both of us love music, so I'm using the lyrics of songs that I find fit to everything that I wanted to tell you whenever I hear them.

You are my world.

🎶 There's so many things I wanna say. I will always love you, I would never leave you alone. 🎶

Hindi ako madalas mag-message sa'yo ng ganito, but I always want to talk to you. Remember how I always tell you everything that I do, everyone that I know, and all the things that run into my mind whenever we talk through the phone and in person? LOL. I always think that it's nice to tell you every thing that happens in my life kasi you're not just my Mom, you're also my best friend and my safe haven. Napapanatag ako kapag sinasabi ko sa'yo ang lahat. Yes, I want you to see how obedient and honest I am for you to trust me enough when it comes to my decisions. But also, I want you to feel that I love you. That I love you that much to tell you the truth even when I know that you won't like some of it. Kahit po alam ko na mapapagalitan o mapagsasabihan mo ako sa ibang pinaggagagawa ko o sinasamahan ko, I'd still tell you honestly how and why I did it because I love you to the point where I can't seem to lie to you. You don't deserve my lies. You never will. So I'm assuring you always that I'll be honest. I am even telling you who my crush is. LOL, medyo big deal siya but hey, you're my Mom. What's wrong with telling you who makes me blush whenever I see him, right? Haha! Just don't think that I'll be having a boyfriend soon 'cause I don't think that I'd have one this year. Ask me again in 2019. I don't tell you that I love you because we weren't really that sweet to each other, but I am making ways to make you feel it. Hahaha. Could you tell whenever I'm trying to? I hope so. I'll never leave you, Mommy. How could someone live if she'll leave her world? She'd probably die or be miserable until death.

🎶 Sometimes I just forget, say things I might regret. 🎶

I'm sorry if I make you upset, Mommy. Sorry po kasi pinapairal ko ang katigasan ng ulo ko at ginagawa lang ang gusto ko. Sorry kung nagtatampo ako sa'yo kapag hindi mo ako pinapayagan sa ibang gusto kong puntahan. Sorry kasi dumadagdag pa po ako sa mga nagpapasakit ng ulo mo when I should be comforting you kasi ang dami mo na ngang inaasikaso at iniisip. Please know that even when I'm being a brat, at the end of the day, magsisisi pa rin ako kasi I don't feel good kapag hindi tayo bati. :3

🎶 It breaks my heart to see you crying. 🎶

I'll never get used to see you crying and I don't even want to try. I don't even want to see you crying, more so, hear you sob because I always want you to be happy and comfortable. I have seen you cry more than the times that you allowed me to see. I also heard you cry and that's the most horrible sound that I have ever heard. I cried with you silently without you knowing. Alam ko po na hindi ko mapipigilan ang mga pag-iyak mo, that's normal. Tao ka na napapagod, nasasaktan at nalulungkot kaya hindi maiiwasang umiyak. Ang gusto ko lang po gawin ay damayan ka kapag dumating ang oras na iiyak ka. Even when I'm far from you, I want to comfort you and tell you how you mean to me even when you're flawed, even when you failed and even when you're broken beyond repair. I'd love you still. How could I not love the person who showed me how to love? You are the best example of a loving daughter and you inspired me to be one. After all, the best mother deserves the best daughter, so here I am!

🎶 I don't wanna lose you, I could never make it alone. 🎶

Natatandaan ko pa po ang sinabi mo noon na "Kapag ako namatay, kakagatin mo ang siko mo." Alam mo po bang simula noon, sinubukan kong kagatin ang siko ko? Hahaha. It's not because I want you gone, I just wanted to know kung kakayanin ko ba kapag namatay ka na. I'd probably be miserable my whole life. I can't imagine my life without you, I'd be lost forever. Here's a little secret; when I was young, nasa mga prayer ko ang mauna sana akong mamatay sa inyo ni Daddy kasi hindi ko kaya kapag iniwan ninyo ako. Haha. Pero nung iniwan naman ako ni Daddy, kaya ko naman pala, hindi naman kasi kami ganun ka-close at mas kailangan naman kasi kita at mas mahal. I dunno pero kahit mas spoiled ako kay Daddy and kahit you were always strict, I'd always choose you over Daddy. Strange. Strange kasi he's my blood and I thought that it'll always be thicker than water. Hmm. Maybe because you're the best among the rest of them. Kaya siguro hindi ko magawang sumama noon kay Daddy kahit mas sweet siya. HAHAHA. Alam ko po siguro deep inside me na mas mahal mo ako, mas ramdam ko siguro kahit hindi ko naririnig. I could never make it without you, Mommy. Don't leave me, ha? I'm a bit scared kapag naiisip ko po na magbi-birthday ka kasi tumatanda ka po. Thankful naman ako kay Lord kasi may isang taon kami ulit na kasama ka but still, it's freaking scary to think about you getting older. Hindi ko pa rin po kayang kagatin ang siko ko up 'til now and I probably won't be able to, kaya don't leave me, Mmy, ha?

🎶 You keep me standing tall, you helped me through it all. 🎶

When I'm insecure about myself, you'd always tell me that I could do it, except dancing. Sabi mo sa akin lagi, "Sus, kayang kaya mo 'yan." And I'd believe that I could do anything kasi kasasabi mo lang po eh. But when it comes to dancing, wala yata talaga kasi sinabi mo rin po eh. Haha. Whenever I'm having a hard time, you'd be there to guide me and tell me what to do. I appreciate all of that po.

🎶 I have always needed you, I could never make it alone. 🎶

I'll always need you kahit saan po ako mapunta kaya please be there for me always. I'll always be with you, too. I'll be your best friend and your daughter. I'll take care of you and I'll love you more because you deserve to be taken care of and to be loved more than you think you do. You're precious, Mommy.

You are my light.

🎶 Staring out at the rain with a heavy heart, it's the end of the world in my mind. 🎶

When I was a younger, I usually think that this world is better off without me because I shouldn't be here in the first place. I always thought that I was Mama and Papa's mistake, do tou know that Mommy? I thought that I ruined their lives but I never wanted any of this. I blamed them for being irresponsible and almost held a grudge against them for that. I always thought that I wasn't enough for anyone to stay just because Dad chose to leave me... He left us. Whatever, it's his loss.

🎶 Then your voice pulls me back like a wake up call. I've been looking for the answers somewhere. I couldn't see that it was right there. 🎶

Whenever I feel worthless, I think of you and I feel useful. I always wanted to be useful for you. Gusto ko po makatulong lagi sa'yo para hindi ka po masyadong mahirapan, I think that's the reason why I was born. I think I was born for you to become the best mother. If that was actually it, then I'm glad to be Mama and Papa's mistake just to be your ray of sunshine. I hope that I'm one of your rays of sunshine or even just the color orange in the rainbow of your life.

🎶 But now I know what I didn't know: because you live and breathe, because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help. 🎶

You're my one-man cheering squad. Your happiness is also my happiness. My success is invalid without you because all of it is because of you. Dearest Mommy, if some days I'll turn again into your bratty daughter, please know that at the end of those days, I am regretting it wholeheartedly but I'm just too shy to say sorry. Even when I'm shy to say sorry, I'd always try to make it up to you. I'll always appreciate how you defend me and how you take my side when you know that I'm right but please don't do that often because it makes me cry. Hahahaha. Just tell me how I'm tough to ge through it and just be there for me always, like forever. Haha!

🎶 Because you live, Mom, my world has twice as many stars in the sky. 🎶

I put so much into this letter for you because you deserve it. I'll leave all the tears and emotions that passed through me here, in this very letter, and hope that you'll feel how much you are loved by a person you named Anne Nicole. You make my world even brighter, Mommy. You make anyone's world brighter. Your love is so precious to the point that some people are scared of it because they know that it's too much for them to deserve.

Cheers to another 50 years ahead!