#i'm glad i gave him FFS

[not-poignant]

14 and 24 for the OC asks, FFS Efnisien?

14. How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

I think Falling Falling Stars Efnisien honestly didn't want to be perceived at all, by most other characters.

But in the case of those closest to him, he most wants to be seen as safe and trustworthy, even though he thinks no one should see him that way.

And in the case of Dr Gary, he wants Dr Gary to be proud of him.

Whenever someone trusts Efnisien, he views it as such a gift, and he's very much like 'are you sure? I don't know if you should.' But that's what he wants most, to be perceived as someone who is safe, and to be worthy of that. T.T

24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

I 100% believe that Efnisien would have killed himself in many alternative scenarios re: not going to Hillview, or not sticking out therapy with Dr Gary.

He got so close anyway, and he always expected that to be the way he died.

I really think every single one of Efnisien's alternative life paths are tragic. Much like in Game Theory, he just...dies. Whether it's by his own hand, or someone else's, up until this story, Efnisien was killed off in just about every story he was in. Even in The Wildness Within, where it's more tragic, it still just...happens.

Falling Falling Stars was his chance to live. We can see and imagine alternative scenarios sadly because of all the other stories he's been in before that!

~

From the edgy OC meme!

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 22

PREVIOUS

Y’know how sometimes you have something that you need to do or something that you know is going to happen but you just keep…putting it off? Like you know at some point it is going to happen but you put it off over and over and over and over again? You’re getting increasingly anxious every time you put it off because you know it has to get done but you also know that the longer you wait the worse it is going to get. Finally, FINALLY, the anxiety is just a little too much and you end up having to deal with it.

You finally deal with it and the whole ordeal takes maybe five minutes tops and it was in no way shape or form worth the level of anxiety that you put yourself through. Like you worried about this for a good and long while and it wasn’t even that bad?

That is currently how FF feels about being stabbed by Andrew Minyard.

This is what he was so worried about that he had lost sleep, had nightmares, had lost weight, and had exacerbated his stress ulcers over.

Getting stabbed wasn’t anywhere near as bad as he had thought it was going to be. Maybe it was the fact that it was just a single stab wound instead of the Psycho levels that he had been imagining (Wow, showers were going to be so much less stressful now that he didn’t have to confirm Andrew Minyard’s location before triple checking the lock). Maybe it was the fact that he is PUMPED full of adrenaline from his fights against Jackson and Romero but the stab wound didn’t even really hurt at the moment.

This isn’t even the worse thing that had happened to him this year!

That honor still goes to the joint winners of when his Step Family and mother found out that he had a full-ride to Palmetto and when he had tripped up the same step on the stairs at school three times in a row as people watched and laughed.

(Maybe also the solitary congratulations from his Grandma in regards to his graduation but FF doesn’t let himself think about that, won’t think about it.)

He wouldn’t necessarily call being in a state of ‘stabbed’ a pleasant time but Andrew was being so NICE about it.

“Stop trying to sit up you fucking idiot!” Andrew shouts at him.

Well….Andrew’s version of nice.

(This is the same version of nice that he had misunderstood for months at this point. Maybe FF is just enough in shock from the stab wound in his stomach that he’s starting to grasp the basics in the difficult language of Andrew Minyard’s niceness.)

Andrew had gotten off the phone with 911 and then started pulling off his own jacket before draping it over FF’s upper body, wedging his phone between his shoulder and his ear, and then Andrew started to apply pressure to his stomach wound.

Ow.

That is not a great feeling. This stabbing may eke out past the great triple trip of March 2010.

“No, take back your jacket. You’ll get cold if you don’t have it on.” FF argues because his own jacket is barely doing the job. Maybe it’s the cold pavement of the alley, maybe it’s the blood loss, or maybe it’s the cooling sweat he’d worked up but he is shivering pretty badly.

A thought occurs to him as he feels the weird wet stickiness of his own blood sticking to Nicky’s shirt. “Can you help me get my jacket off?” He asks looking pleadingly at Andrew, “It’s my dad’s. I don’t wanna mess it up with my blood.” He clarifies when Andrew looks at him like he’s a lunatic.

Except his second call must connect right then because Andrew’s answer is non-sensical to what FF had asked, “Neil, let Roland know the police and ambulances are en route.” There’s a brief pause and the pressure against his stomach increases as a muscle in Andrew’s jaw jumps. “Smith got stabbed.” He says and he looks angry, angrier than FF had ever seen Andrew when he’s talking to Captain Neil. There is another pause, more than likely Neil saying something or asking a question, “No, it wasn’t them.” Andrew grits out and the pressure on FF’s stomach hurts, “Just get out here, I need help with smith and making sure these two assholes don’t go anywhere before the police come and grab them.” He says before he pulls one hand away from Smith’s stomach (wow he really is bleeding isn’t he?) to hang up the phone.

Andrew’s gaze turns back to him fully, “You’re not moving an inch Smith, your jacket can be cleaned.” He hisses. “Now stay still and don’t fall asleep.” He orders.

Andrew seems stressed so FF complies. He can’t help but notice how Andrew’s hands seem to be shaking as the press down on his stomach. He kind of wishes he had a pillow or something for his head because he’s starting to feel a little dizzy. Andrew’s jacket would be safer from his blood if it was a pillow instead of a blanket. Still, FF would sooner die than spit on any of Andrew’s current efforts to make him more comfortable.

He looks at the knife sticking out of his stomach. Well, he might die regardless of whether or not he spits on Andrew’s efforts.

He needs to take his mind off this.

“Should we take it out and pretend the Dundee knife stabbed me instead??” FF asks letting his mind go to the first thought in his head so that he could be distracted from his own mortality. “I think it’s still under the dumpster over there.” He moves to point one of his hands towards where the knife had remained throughout this entire ordeal.

Andrew’s knee pinned his arm before he could move it, “Stop moving Smith.” Andrew reminded him before moving his knee. “We have to leave the knife in. You’ll bleed to death otherwise.” Andrew reminds.

“I guess that’s true, so do we just say that Romero got a handle on your knife and stabbed me?” He asks fighting his own shivers since he’s a little worried that any shaking on his part would just make the stab wound worse.

“I stabbed you Smith.” Andrew says looking at him with a furrowed brow.

“Yeah, I know,” FF agrees, “but we’re not going to say THAT to the cops.” He says and shock really is one HELL of a drug because he thinks he might have actually given Andrew Minyard an incredulous look with his atrophied face muscles. It’s either Shock or the knowledge that even if he irritates Andrew, what’s Andrew going to do about it?

STAB HIM?

“You’re going to lie to the cops?” Andrew asks, “I STABBED you Smith.” Andrew repeats.

“Yeah, I know!” FF repeats back, “You stabbed me on ACCIDENT.” FF makes sure to use the same intonation that Andrew had used to emphasize the word Stabbed. “Jackson wanted to stab me on PURPOSE. You saw that knife Andrew.” He tries to gesture towards the knife again but again Andrew’s knee pinned his hand.

He could use his other one but the reminder to stay still is enough.

“I still stabbed you.” Andrew says removing his knee again when it’s clear that FF wasn’t going to try and gesture again.

“Well, if I was going to get stabbed by anyone, I guess I’m glad my first time was with you.” Andrew let’s out a bark of a laugh that sounds more like it was punched out of him than anything, “Honestly, I don’t think Jackson would have given me his jacket afterwards or try and help me keep my blood in my body.” He says and it feels like a victory (not a both hands in the air victory cry level victory but it was close) when Andrew’s face settled into one of faint amusement.

“Probably not.” Andrew agreed, “He doesn’t seem big on Aftercare.” He says.

FF doesn’t know what that means but nods like he does, “So, Romero got a hold of your knife during our tussle and he’s the one who stabbed me. Okay? That’s the story I’m going to stick with no matter who asks me.” He looks Andrew in the eye.

“Alright Smith,” one of Andrew’s hands leaves his stomach and clasps around his shoulder and FF can’t help but notice how neither of Andrew’s hands are shaking anymore. “We can lie to the police.” He squeezes FF’s shoulder.

“Nice.” He says and lets his head fall back onto the concrete. He hears a siren in the distance and hopes it’s coming for him.

They sit in silence for maybe 30 seconds before the door slams open and only Andrew’s hands on his stomach and shoulder keep him from shooting straight up in a panic. Captain Neil seemed to take in the scene at lightning speed but it was Andrew who spoke first, “You left Aaron and Nicky with Roland?” He asks.

“Yeah I did,” Captain Neil confirms and FF can see the moment that his eyes land on the knife handle jutting out of FF’s stomach, “Andrew, what are we going to tell the police?” Captain Neil asks and FF could already see Neil crafting a lie to cover Andrew. That’s one of the things that FF likes about Captain Neil and Andrew’s relationship. He thinks it’s nice that both of them have someone who no matter the circumstances would be there with a shovel to help bury a body. He even thought it was nice when he thought it’d be his body!

“The second guy stabbed me.” The lie comes out smoothly which is good because he is planning on committing to it and Captain Neil blinks and looks at him, “He got hold of Andrew’s knife during the tussle.” He adds.

Captain Neil looks to Andrew, “You said it wasn’t-“

“I guess Smith can lie to a liar.” Andrew interrupts.

Captain Neil’s eyes widen before a wicked grin spread across his face that made FF just a little uncomfortable but only because Andrew’s grip on his shoulder suddenly tightened and his nostrils flared the way they did before the two usually started speaking in Russian.

He can handle being stabbed, he cannot handle being in shock and pretending that he doesn’t know what the two of them are saying to one another.

“Can you tell Nicky I’m sorry I got blood on his clothes?” He asks and both Captain Neil and Andrew’s gaze snap away from eye-fucking each other. He looks down and the clothes are black and they haven’t moved the knife so the wound is plugged still but yeah there’s definitely blood seeping into the shirt, not to mention the hole. “Could you tell him I’m sorry about that?” He asks.

“You are going to tell him yourself Smith.” Andrew hisses, “You are going to be fine. Do you understand me?” He asks before turning to Neil, “Can you bunch your jacket under his legs, it’s better to keep them higher than his head and heart?” He asks.

Aw.

Andrew is just so nice.

He can’t BELIEVE he thought Andrew wanted to hunt him for sport.

He’d apologize for thinking that but he thinks it’d be better to just let that particular misunderstanding go unmentioned.

Captain Neil bunches his jacket up and puts it under FF’s legs before he goes over to check on Romero and Jackson. In the corner of his eye he sees Captain Neil pause at the sight of Romero before moving over to Jackson.

“Why is he in these?!” Neil asks baffled.

“It’s a weird sex alley Captain Neil! I don’t know WHAT to tell you!” Yeah he’s definitely going into shock. The sirens are getting closer though so he’ll probably be okay.

***

The cops all have a bit of a laugh about Jackson’s cuffs until Neil tells them exactly who they are taking into custody. Neil could admit that he’s a little irritated with Andrew that at no point did the man clarify that the people who FF and Andrew were dealing with were Romero and Jackson.

Those are his father’s goons.

“They were here for me.” Neil says to the police officer and Andrew’s hand tightens in his, “They tried to take Smith because he’s my friend.”

They had decided on their story before the cops came. FF had no idea who any of these people were and was just defending himself. He’d gone out to catch his breath in the alley when Jackson had shown up. Neil had asked how in the world FF had handled Jackson on his own but FF must have been getting kind of loopy from blood loss because all he said was, “He told me to sing so I did.”

Neil can find out the full story later.

The important part is.

“Jackson went after Smith but Smith won the fight.” Neil says looking at where the cops are trying to decide how to get the fuzzy pink handcuffs off of Jackson to get him in the far more secure police issued handcuffs.

“Your friend said that you and he took out Romero together. That Romero is the one who stabbed him with your knife.” He says.

“Yes.” Andrew answers simply and Neil squeezes his hand as a reminder, “I went out to grab a smoke and Romero followed after me. Romero got hold of one of my knives in the struggle and stabbed Smith.” Andrew says with his usual deadpan affect.

“Yeah that’s what your friend Smith was saying too.” The officer says. “Well, I’m sure the FBI will want to talk to you all further but for now it’s a pretty clear cut case of self defense and no one but your friend has any serious injuries.” The officer pats Neil on the shoulder and Neil manages not to shirk away from the touch. The officer retracts his hand, “You guys are free to go tonight.” He says and turns back towards the car where a dazed Romero is in the back seat.

“Where did they take Smith?” Andrew asks since they’d been shepherded away from Smith the moment the ambulance had come. They hadn’t been able to ask which hospital Smith was going to be taken to so they could go and get updates.

“Lexington.” The cop answers, “Go on and see your friend. He seemed pretty loopy he kept talking about some beauty contest thing when he was getting loaded into the ambulance. I’m sure he’ll be a riot on painkillers.” The cop goes for a joke but it twists something in Neil’s stomach to think of FF so out of it that he’s talking nonsensically.

He feels Andrew’s hand stiffen in his and knows he’s not alone.

“Thanks.” Neil says before they head towards the front of the club. The club had been emptied out when the cops had come so Roland was babysitting Aaron and Nicky for them while they talked to the cops and FF was loaded out to the hospital.

In a way it’s almost a blessing that Nicky and Aaron are both so blasted that they aren’t comprehending any of what’s going on. They’ll have to drop them off back at the house before they go to the hospital. They’ll beat Wymack there easily even after the interrogation and drop off.

FF had asked them to call Wymack to let him know what was going on “I gave him the rights to make health care decisions for me if I’m incapacitated.” FF had said so Neil texts Wymack the hospital and the address after Andrew rattles it off for him.

“I don’t like that you hid it from me.” Neil says in the car.

“They wanted to kill you.” Andrew won’t apologize.

They still hold hands on the drive back to the Columbia house.

Andrew takes care of getting Aaron into bed while Neil helps Nicky.

Nicky who looks at Neil with a loopy smile and Neil hurts knowing that tomorrow when Nicky finds out about tonight and how he was too blasted to do anything to help FF.

Andrew and Neil reconvene in the Maserati and make their way to the hospital before either of them realize the issue.

“What is the name of the patient you’re looking for an update on?” The receptionist asks.

Both Andrew and Neil freeze.

Fuck.

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[atskiruma]

his attempts at courting you

expl: he finds himself thinking about you more often, wanting to seek you out consistently, and giving you numerous gifts every day to see you smile

a/n: it has come to my attention that the last ff i wrote, (snow day) was not very well depicted for all readers to enjoy, i want to apologize for that and promise that i will get better at trying to make sure everyone is able to read it and enjoy it, my writings are targeted for all | unfortunately, i can not edit it right now seeing as there's a poll going on, but once that poll is finished i will change my wording in the ff

ask me anything masterlist

second person writing no pronouns used

Zhongli often felt himself thinking about you more often while he was working around the parlor. Even seeking out your name in conversations and listening more attentively when someone was speaking about you. It didn't confuse him though, he was aware of his interest in you.

You opened up the warmth in his heart and welcomed him kindly every time you two saw each other. It made him happy to see you happy, and this was evident when flowers were delivered directly to your door one sunny afternoon.

"These are for you," The mail lady said before turning around and walking away to do more deliveries. You didn't even get to ask who they were from before she was gone. Staring down at the bouquet of tiger lilies in front of you, you could only assume that the bright orange and black colors could depict a certain someone's hair color.

It was a nice piece on your kitchen counter and went well with the other decorations spiraling around your house. That was, until the next morning, you were greeted again with another gift. A bright orange vase to compliment the tiger lilies you received the other day. It was funny, why was he going out of his way to send you such nice gifts?

You finally managed to confront him when you saw Childe and Zhongli sitting together on the seats of an outside cafe. Walking over and waving to the both of them. They greeted you back, and small talk was given for only a couple minutes.

"I actually came over here to thank Zhongli," This caught his attention, and he turned to look up at you, "I really loved the flowers you sent and the vase goes really well with them too!" You said while smiling.

He nodded back at you, seemingly collecting himself extremely quickly at the fact you figured out so quick who it was. "I'm glad you liked them," He said.

"I came to give you this in return," You said," "I know it's probably not as extravagant as the ones you gave me, but I like it." Handing over the small gift box, he opened it and smiled softly at the item. It was a small keychain, nothing special, and it was decorated with a lovely orange seem.

That same keychain would be hung up right next to his bedframe, along with variant letters you sent him on the table accompanying it.

Diluc was someone who took courting another person seriously. He found it tradition since his father had spoken so much of it when Diluc was younger. He always wanted to treat the one he loved with respect and be as much of a gentleman as possible.

This was why you were taking a stroll with him through his grapevines on a sunny afternoon. He offered for you to come down to the Winery a couple days ago and you had just gotten around to accepting his offer. His hand rested on your back as he took you through multiple different paths and explained everything. As you strolled, he talked about things concerning the vine, his profits, the seasons they needed to be planted, etc.

You smiled at him, knowing it was something he took dear to his heart, and listened very attentively to what he was saying. In reality, Diluc was really hoping that all he was talking about didn't bore you in any way.

Then, the next couple of hours were spent sitting in his large dining room, eating food made by the cooks in his home. It was nice, and you were very happy that he wanted to spend this much time with you. Diluc even found himself watching you eat here and there, asking you if the food was good or if you needed anything else in the time being.

After everything was over, and the night sky shined over the two of you as you stood outside his doors, he leaned down and pressed a small kiss to your hand. Telling you how much of a pleasure it was to have you here, and how he wished you could stay longer.

Diluc even offered to walk you home, tediously not taking no for an answer, he reached down to take your hand and hold it the whole walk home.

Alhaitham was very closed off when he first met you, he was closed off with anyone in general. He found it strange that you always seemed to be there when he was thinking about you, and when his eyes would try and search a room in the akademiya for you.

He realized that something had to be done about this, so, he did what any other raging nerd would do, and researched about it.

You also found it odd when you'd see him looking at you from across the library, or holding the door open for you whenever you'd walking behind him. Alhaitham always seemed like the guy who only cared about his own, yet he was so evident in helping you out here and there.

Helping you when you'd be confused about a book, rewording your essays to make them better. Alhaitham seemed to want to assist you with almost everything. This was no different than today.

You found yourself back at the library looking down at a long-written parchment on the forest rangers' activities. Trying to figure out how you could make this work in the essay you were conducting on Sumeru's forest.

This was when you heard the chair scrap right next to you, and looked up from where you had originally been focused. Alhaitham took his seat next to you, slightly taking up more space than necessary with his manspreading.

"Do you need help with that? It looks like a longer report than usual for you."

"Longer than usual?" You shot back, "Are you saying that I'm not capable of reading this?" His eyes widened a bit and he instantly tried to retort his original statement. "No, no, I thought- Well- You know you usually read shorter reports in order to get more details. I didn't think you'd take something this large to account."

His confession made you smile, and you leaned in closer, "How'd you know how I like my reports?" At the response with your cheeky grin, a blush formed on his cheeks before he looked away.

"Scholars are supposed to be attentive, it's natural to know a few things you prefer in order to work best with you."

The response he sent back your way caused you to roll your eyes and turn back to what you were originally doing. "To answer your question, no, I do not need help, but thank you for offering."

That didn't seem to make him budge, because he kept sitting there watching you copy down and write words from the book.

"You misspelled climate."

The sound of a book colliding with his head echoed throughout the library.

Ayato enjoyed your company, a lot, so much that he seeks you out anytime he and his sister go down to festivals or strolls through the city. He always wanted to start up a conversation with you, and if anyone else walked by anytime he'd be down there, Ayato would be right next to you listening with a smile at whatever you said.

Ayaka loved you too and found it amusing that her brother was so interested in you. She often found herself trying to spark up conversations with you, asking if her older brother proposed yet in a joking manner.

You laughed it off, Ayato was nice but you were sure he had other rich and important people to concern his love life with. He was just a very nice man to talk with here and there, and you didn't seem to notice that you were one of the few he'd actually seek out.

That was, until, every time he saw you, he came with some form of jewelry or expensive item to give you. Asking you how your day was, what you were doing, and if you wanted to come to spend some time up at the estate with him.

"What about Ayaka?" You said with a tilt of your head in confusion. He smiled back and said, "I'm sure she'd rather stay down here and explore more of the shops.

Ayaka would have loved to come along, but before she could even turn around, the two of you were already heading back up to the estate.

He catered to you, made sure you were comfortable, and even asked if you'd like anything from his personal chefs. It was a bit much to handle, seeing as you weren't used to living so luxurious, but he was very nice about it all and understood.

The catering didn't stop after that day either, more and more people began to wonder why the Kamisato siblings were spending so much more time outside their palace. Ayaka once mentioned that you loved a certain color, and the next day Ayato was handing you a box with that color, and a necklace with the pearl containing that color too.

He even found himself marching over to you when he saw someone speaking to you in a more flirtatious matter. Moving next to you and asking if everything was alright while his hand wrapped around your own.

[vainvenus]

you could do a second part of the ff "eli x reader" (cobra Kai) in which Eli is targeted by Kyler (in the library as in the series) and the reader does something about it (like protect him and kiss him in front of everyone because Kyler has said “I don't know how -reader- I manage to kiss you). the first part was so cute🥹 sorry for my english it's not my language🫶🏻😭

⌲;꒰ Favorite Boy in the Valley. ꒱ ꒰ Pt.2 ꒱

Pairing :: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Synopsis :: Kyler comes back to continue ridiculing Eli but luckily you're there

Includings :: Includings - S1!Eli no Hawk, established relationship, bullying, harassment, crying, cursing, threats, lots of PDA and just lots of fluff, short but sweet

An :: I'm so glad you liked the other one! I hope you like this one too ^^

Since your talk with Eli things had been back to normal and just the way you had loved it.

Your movie nights continued, he started walking you to and from classes again and he didn't mind PDA as much. He held your hands in the hallway and accepted any kisses you gave to him despite the looks the two of you would sometimes get.

He started to care a little less what others were thinking of him after your talk. He realized that as long as he had you, it didn't really matter because that others thought.

Which was why he was open to picking back up your after school study dates in the library, offering to help you study and work on some of your late work in the library after school even though you kept getting distracted.

You had barley made a dent in getting your work done when you had got up, saying that you needed a snack break.

"You want anything, hun?" You asked as you grabbed a few dollars from your purse and he had thought for a second as he wrote down the correct answer instead of yours.

"Skittles, and after this can you please focus? I want you to pass this class so can-"

You had placed a small kiss on his cheek, pulling away and smiling at his face which was starting to grow a faint shade of pink.

"The sour ones?" You asked, referring to his choice of candy and he had nodded quietly, looking back down at the paper.

You hummed, leaving the library and Eli had smiled down at the paper as he continued to correct you mistakes. He knew you were at least trying, math wasn't everybody's strong suite.

"I thought freaks left the school strictly at three."

His body tensed up at the familiar voice, his grip tightening around the mechanical pencil in his palm.

He kept his eyes on the page, hoping that if he ignored the boy for long enough he would grow bored and go torture somebody else.

"Yo, we're talking to you, freak." One of Kyler's friends hissed, slamming one of the textbooks shut, the slam echoing throughout the library which earned him a harsh glare from a couple of the students.

Of course, none of them cared care. Kyler walked over and grabbed Eli by his face and forced him to look up at him.

"Jesus Christ. I still don't get it." He shook his head as he stared the other boy down with a harsh glare. "Just how does she manage to kiss you without puking."

There it was again.

He felt tears pricking his eyes, his vision growing glossy as he tried to blink them away and he heard Kyler snickering in front of him.

"Are you crying? Stop being such a little bitch." Kyler let go of Eli's face, making sure to push his head back a bit as he did so with a smug smile.

"She's dating a freak and a crybaby? How low are her standards?" His friends snickered as Kyler titled his head with a narrowed gaze. He opened his mouth to speak again but a voice spoke up.

"Why are you guys talking to my boyfriend?"

They had turned their heads to you as you were holding a few snacks and a bottle of water. You placed them on the table beside your stuff as you looked at the three.

"Hello? I asked a question, so don't stand there and look stupid." You repeated, looking directly at Kyler who crossed his arms over his chest.

"We were just talking-"

"About what exactly?" You interrupted with furrowed brows, barely giving any of them a chance to muster up a response as you looked over to Eli.

"What'd they say?" You asked, trying to make your voice a bit softer since your were talking to Eli but your frustration was obvious through your tone.

He muttered something you didn't quite catch so you leaned a bit closer. "A bit louder for me, please."

He glanced away, wiping the corners of his eyes with his sleeve. "Just the same stuff as last time..look, it's not really a problem. Can we just lea-"

You had cut him off as you leaned forward to place a kiss on his lips, your lipgloss leaving a glossy residue.

And for good measure you had placed another one right on his scar with a small smile.

"We're not going anywhere. They can leave." You stated, turning your attention back to the three with raised eyebrows as you noticed they were still standing there.

"Can you guys hear? Get lost already, Jesus Christ. It's like you have nothing better to do." You rolled your eyes, waving the group goodbye.

It seemed that Kyler's two friends got the hint as they muttered something under their breaths and walked away.

"I just don't think I'll ever get it." Kyler scoffed, shaking his head as he stared at the two of you in disgust.

You shrugged your shoulders. "It's not for you to get, obviously. Why don't you worry about your own relationship that's falling apart?"

He scowled at you, narrowing his gaze into a glare before muttering; "Freaks." under his breath and turning on his heel but you heard it.

You stood back up from your seat much to the dismay of Eli who was urging you to sit back down so the two of you could finish studying.

"Say that again?"

"I said-"

Eli wasn't fast enough as you swung your fist at Kyler, hitting him straight in the nose. His hands flew up to cover it as he squeezed his eyes shut, tears pricking in the corner.

"You bitch! You probably broke my fucking nose!"

"Good." You scoffed, shaking your fist and squeezing it a bit and Eli had started to pack up your things before the librarian could ask what was going on.

As the two of you walked out of the library he noticed you wincing slightly as you touched your knuckles.

"I'll ice it when we get to my house." He reassured you as he grabbed your non dominant hand to hold it so you would stop poking at the other.

You smiled, placing a kiss on the back of his hand. "Aw, you're the best."

"Well, you did punch Kyler for me. I think you're the best." He hummed, copying your movements and placing a kiss on the back of your palm.

[junnylunny]

no one noticed

!pairing- bestfriend!jay x reader x ex!sunghoon

! synopsis- you see your first love at your high school reunion just to feel every emotion you once felt with him again. your bestfriend however reminds you that you deserve to be treated better.

: ̗̀➛ you are now listening to "no one noticed" by the marías ´ˎ˗

includes- angst, heartwarming fluff, fake scenarios, acts of service, love triangle ༊*·˚

word count- 1.7k

warning!- this is au and none of these actions are true and are purely for the story.

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author's note: i feel like i owe this one to you guys! my last ff was made last minute and i didn't put my all into it so here is something to make up for it (thank you to those that still enjoyed it). i've also been trying to post at least once a week so enjoy this bonus :)

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"y/n~ i heard there's going to be a high school reunion this month. you're coming right?" jay asked. you had moved away to los angeles, california, to pursue your dreams of becoming an actor while most of your high school classmates remained in washington. although you had many friends during high school, jay was one of your closest friend and had always kept in touch with you, despite the long 10 years you were gone.

"i didn't even go to the first one. what makes you think i'll go?" y/n joked.

"oh come on. it'll be nice seeing everyone for once." jay begged. "or you can come up to just see me," he teasingly said.

you stayed silent for a moment, thinking seriously of whether you should or not. being reminded suddenly of your hard work led you to think that maybe it was the perfect time to take a break for once.

"fine." you gave in.

"finally," jay relieved happily.

"you know what. i'll book the ticket for you." he insisted.

"do as you wish," you happily took his offer.

in a matter of time, you talked to your manager about going to the high school reunion and took a flight back to washington.

"y/n!!" a familiar voice yelled outside the terminal. it was jay.

"hi!!" you hugged jay with one arm while your other hand held tightly to the cap on your head. your manager had warned you to not get caught in the airport by any reporters, making you a bit anxious but happy all together. jay had immediately pounced on you when you hugged and was squeezing you to death.

"let me go," you laughed, tapping his back as if he was putting you on a choke hold.

"i’m glad you made it here safely. come on. let's go," jay said, finally releasing you and petting the top of your cap. “i’ll take your suitcase.”

you and jay arrived at his neighborhood, leading you to feel nostalgic. jay had decided to buy a house near the school instead of moving far, allowing you to see the school while driving past. you rolled down the window, taking a closer look at the school; the building looked renovated, having a more modern look with a nice touch of a mowed lawn.

"wow, this place has changed a lot," you noticed.

"it has." jay said, continuing to drive.

"what are you going to wear later?" you asked, rolling the window back up.

"something casual. did you pack something nice?" jay asked.

"of course. this super star has to always look good," you joked.

the afternoon swept past quickly as you and jay reminisced about the past, causing you guys to hurriedly dress up when realizing it was time to leave.

"thank goodness you live close to the restaurant," you said, hanging your gold earrings.

"mhm," jay agreed, styling his hair.

"i'm done!" you grabbed your bag from the couch.

"let's go," he said, swiftly grabbing his car key as you both rushed out the house.

jay slightly stepped on the speed, trying to be cautious of the neighborhood kids, but trying to hurry as well. "omg we're literally 30 minutes late," you exclaimed in the car. jay pulled up to the restaurant, finding all the parking lots to be filled.

"it seems pretty packed. go inside first," he said, putting the car in park for a moment.

"see you inside," you said, unbuckling your seatbelt and heading inside.

as you quickly entered the restaurant, you immediately saw your best friend, sooyeon.

"omg is that the famous y/n?!" she exclaimed. "hurry up, come in and eat!" she motioned for you to sit. you smiled happily at her, glad to know that she still remembered you, making your way over to her table.

as you made yourself comfortable, you saw a familiar face across from you. it was sunghoon. your eyes uncontrollably widened, awkward yet surprised. you had forgotten everything about this man. sunghoon was your first everything: kiss, relationship, love.

"hey y/n," he welcomed you.

you felt unfamiliar with his attitude. “is it because i'm famous now?” you thought to yourself. you and sunghoon had ended on a bad note. you had found out something unreasonable that finally broke you guys up. this however not only made you form a hatred for him, but the other way as well. you guys would avoid each other at school and left high school without any good-bye messages.

"hi." you awkwardly said. “did he forget what he did?” you thought to yourself. 

"did jay come with you?" sooyeon asked, butting into silence.

"yeah he did." you said, avoiding sunghoon's eye contact.

"he can take my seat. i'll sit next to sunghoon." sooyeon offered.

"thanks," you said, looking down at your hands, fidgeting with them.

"i'm here!!" jay blasted the door open.

"yo jay!" everyone welcomed him.

your eyes lit back up, glad jay came before it got more awkward.

"come sit here!" sooyeon guided him next to you.

as jay was about to sit, he noticed sunghoon sitting across from you. "oh shoot." he said with his eye.

"i forgot my polaroid in the car." jay said. "can you get it for me? wouldn’t want to miss taking a photo as a memory." he said, giving you the car key. "i didn't park far."

"yeah sure," you said, getting right up. you rushed out of the restaurant, making your way to his car to grab the polaroid. you slowly walked back inside, hoping that you had cooled off your anxious feeling.

"y/n! i switched seats with you if that's ok," jay said, welcoming you back in.

"that’s fine," you said, taking a seat.

"it's been so long y/n~ how have you been?" sooyeon asked while cooking the meat. jay cut some pieces of meat from the grill and placed them on your empty plate, listening to the conversation simultaneously. 

"i've been pretty busy," you awkwardly laughed, unable to fake an expression like you usually did with work. "thanks," you quietly thanked jay.

"you should come more often. we've missed you." sooyeon said with pouty lips.

"haha. i didn't know," you awkwardly smiled. you noticed sunghoon looking at you, but tried your best to not make eye contact with him, unsure how to react.

"you look prettier," sunghoon suddenly butted in.

all eyes darted at him. "what?" you confusedly said.

"babe~ why would you compliment someone else?" sooyeon asked in an annoyed tone.

sunghoon ignored her comment. "i said you look prettier y/n."

you stared blankly at both sunghoon and sooyeon, the table becoming silent.

"i'm going to the restroom," you said, getting up.

in the bathroom, you scoffed at his answer, overfilling with anger. “i look prettier? what makes you think it's ok for you to say that after all these years?” you thought while washing your hands. “what the heck was sooyeon also saying?”

why was he being so confusing? what was with the change of attitude? you kept questioning yourself. as you headed out the bathroom, you saw sunghoon waiting for you, leaning on the wall. he was looking down at his shoes until he noticed you taking a closer step.

"i'm sorry if the comment earlier made you uncomfortable," he said, walking up halfway.

"it's whatever." you said, finally making eye contact with him.

"okay. i'm glad." he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"so you've been busy?" he asked, continuing the conversation.

"yeah." you said blandly.

"hey-" you butted before he spoke anymore.

"why are you acting like this?" you asked.

"like what?" sunghoon questioned.

"like this. we haven't spoken for a while and now you're talking to me as if we're old pals." you said with a slightly angry tone.

"aren't we old pals?" he scoffed.

"no. we're not," you said sternly. "if you're just here to play with me then stop."

"i'm not here to play with you, y/n." he sighed. "i'm sorry for how we ended. i thought maybe we could work things out again when we were happy with our own paths."

"i'm sorry to pop your bubble, but that's not happening." you confessed. "it's been years sunghoon. you ruined this for us." you said.

"no y/n." he sternly said. "i haven't y/n. i never did. let's work things out." he said, grabbing onto your wrist.

"sunghoon. let me go!" you said, trying to push him away.

jay suddenly came out of nowhere, removing sunghoo’s hand from your wrist.

"you're disgusting," jay said before taking your hand and walking out.

"get in the car," jay said, opening the passenger door for you. you entered the car, fazed by how sunghoon acted. “was he really trying to work things out?” you thought. jay began the engine and drove with an angry expression on his face.

"are you okay? what’s wrong?" you asked, already feeling frustrated by your feelings but sensing jay had more to say with the look on his face. you turned your body to face him, checking in on him.

jay quickly pulled to the street and parked abruptly. "because." he began but paused. "because he's such a dick..." he hesitantly said while looking down.

"i know that, but is that all?" you asked.

"y/n." jay began once more. "he's seriously a dickhead. he's been dating sooyeon for years after you left." he confessed. 

"so he lied," you said, leaning back on the passenger seat.

"yeah. i don't know why he had the balls to do that right in front of everyone too." jay said.

you sighed, tracing back all the bad memories with sunghoon. during the winter break of senior year, he had cheated. you guys had planned to spend christmas at your family's place, but he had canceled last minute due to a cold. sad that he couldn't make it, you made him homemade chicken soup to lift up his mood but another girl was in his bedroom, already doing just that and that was your final straw with him.

"i'm so stupid," you said, fidgeting your hands again.

"no, you're not. you just didn't know." jay said, holding your hand to stop your squirmy hands. 

"it's okay. i'm here for you." jay gave you an assuring look.

"thank you." you said, glad he was by your side.

"you didn't eat at all. let's go somewhere nice," he said, mustering up a smile and starting the engine.

“you also need to fix that habit of yours,” he said, looking at your hand.

"thank you for noticing everything." you said.

"hm?" jay said, not hearing you the first time.

"no one noticed but you." you repeated.

[justjams2003]

Fast Pace- 12

Before we start, I'd just like to wish you all a very happy New Year! Know that there is plenty more to come from me in the coming year. And also thank you all for 420 followers (haha nice), I'm still in shock that people keep coming back and wants more. Believe it or not, this is the most active community and website I have ever written for and I'm so glad to have found Tumblr. Anyways enjoy xoxo

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', nudity, a garbage family, family trauma, disowning, tell me if I missed any

Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis @carlossainzwho @lordpercevalcharles @topguncultleader @kitixie @serp3ns0rtiae @hangmandruigandmav @therealone4r @keii134 @dark-night-sky-99 @jax-the-oregonian @hachrinnen

Word count: 3,1k

Masterlist

Part 11~Part 13 (coming soon)

“Echanté de voi rencontre, Monsur.” Carlos is trying his best, but at the moment he is butchering your home-tongue. You can’t but be nervous, he however seems as calm as a cucumber about meeting your parents. He’s got the sunglasses on that you gave him. You can see from where your sitting, your initials carved into the side. “No, no, mon cher. Good try, but it’s Enchanté de vous rencontrer, Monsieur.”  

He sighs, rubbing his face in his hands. He looks so much more relaxed already. He’s got short khaki’s on and a casual button up shirt. You’ve hired a more practical car for the week, one with a big trunk. You got your family lots of presents and might have overpacked a bit. Still not used to having such a big amount of money. But even still, you have the sunroof open, enjoying the county side air.  

“I’m sorry, mi querida,” he shakes his head and rakes his fingers through his hair. You can’t help yourself, tucking the stray hairs that fray in the wind behind his ears. “I should’ve gotten a haircut before we came.” He sighs, but you can see that he enjoys your touch. “No, it is the perfect length, don’t change a thing about it.” He gives a side-eye but you can only laugh. “No, it’s in the way.” 

You pout, “No, your hair is just long enough to...grab...” you mutter, taking a handful of hair and pulling on it ever so slightly. Surprisingly, a growl escapes his throat. The noise causes a warmth to spread through your body.

The sunlight hits his skin just beautifully, he looks like hot caramel. Something you want to drizzle into your mouth. You’re sure you could cook a steak on his sizzling skin.  

“This is your home then?” He asks, while caring the bags. He refuses to let you carry a single one. You nod and then knock on the door. “It is a small house for 7 people, no?” He’s not wrong. “Oui, us three girls had to share a room and the boys shared a room.” He grimaces at your words, “Then one day we will have a big house.” You blush at his words and wrap your arms around his, all while subtly taking a photo.  

The door opens, you only now realise how short your mom has gotten. Or maybe it really has been so long. “Ah, ma fille, tu viens enfin rendre visite à ta vieille mère. Cela fait si longtemps et enfin tu ramènes un homme à la maison!” She instantly starts rambling and then opens up her arms and gives Carlos a big hug. “N'es-tu pas si beau? Quel est votre nom et pourquoi êtes-vous avec ma fille?”  

Carlos looks like a fish out of water. His face is entirly blank and he just seems to be nodding along. “Enchanté de vous rencontrer, Mademoiselle,” he stutters through the French, his Spanish accent still blatantly obvious. Your mother just frowns at his bad French. “He doesn’t speak French.” Her wide smile turns sour, “Pourquoi faire venir un homme inutile qui ne parle pas français?”  

You sigh and then nudge him, “the presents,” you whisper. “Il s'appelle Carlos et il a apporté des cadeaux.” Now she really does smile as he holds up the presents. “Oui, come in, come in.” Like always, he allows you to walk in first.

“What did she say?” He asks to you in a whisper. You sigh and shake your head. “Nothing that you need to worry yourself about.” You give him a kiss on the cheek, trying to soothe his usually worry.  

“Apportez-lui quelque chose à boire, je suis sûr qu'il est fatigué après son très long voyage.” You sigh, of course she asks that of you. As if you and him didn’t have the same trip. You turn to Carlos after he sat down along with your mother to open her present, that you picked out. 

 “Carlos, what would you like to drink?” He frowns and then stands up. He takes your arm and then leads you to the couch. “You must be tired, mi querido, it was a four-hour trip, I’m sure you are tired.” He leads you to sit down next to him, he pulls you into his side. Everything in you wants to cuddle into his side, but you can feel your mother’s judgemental eyes on you.  

Instead, you shake your head, “My mother insists that I get you something to drink. You did drive after all.” You can see the tick in his jaw, clearly not happy with this. He smiles, forced clearly, “Please tell your mother I don’t need anything to drink.” You sigh and do just so and she replies with some comment insisting you do just that. Yes, you are exhausted but even still you stand and pour him a drink.  

“Je vais lui montrer la chambre.” You grab him by the arm and pull him up towards your old bedroom. Quite ungracefully you fall on your childhood bed. He smirks, but his smile is quick to fall. “Mi dulce niña, does she always make you feel like this?” Carlos asks you give and exhausted laugh. “You don’t even know what she said,” you peak at him, and he pulls you into his lap.  

He kisses your forehead, “Tell me," You sigh and rest you head on his shoulder. “When she met you, she went, ‘you’re so handsome why are you dating my daughter?’ And then she went, ‘you’re so stupid bringing a man that doesn’t even speak French.’ Then after that it was, ‘poor thing he’s so tired bring him something to drink.’ As if I wasn’t on the exact same trip as you!”  

His jaw locks and his arms wrap tighter around you, “Does she always speak to you like that,” you sigh and sink deeper into his arms. “Why do you think I brought you with. Call you my armour,” you laugh, actually hiding behind his arms. He laughs, but it’s the same type of awkward type, “Where is your dad, is he any better?”  

You hum and then walk down the stairs again after taking your breather and then ask your Maman where your father is. “He is outside with your brother, working hard as always,” she says, still in French.

“Really, which one?” You ask, opening the back door, only to see your oldest brother chopping wood while your father carves the same wood right next to him. “Bér!” You call out and once he sees you, he smiles.  

You walk into the back fields, Carlos trailing behind you and when you do finally meet your brother, he gives you a warm hug. “Finally, back in your own country,” he comments, and you can’t help but furrow your brows. “What do you mean?” You ask, you haven’t told anyone about anything. “You think I haven’t noticed? I am not like Mama and Papa who do not own a phone and use the library’s computer to email you.”  

You frown and watch his eyes. They’re train on Carlos who seems to be struggling with the mud and his very expensive shoes. “Traveling the world with mister Armani,” he teases you like always, and you can’t help but step on his shoes. “Enchanté, Monsieur.” Carlos holds out his hand and it makes you and your brother laugh out loud. “Don’t worry, race-man... I am not her father.” You jab your brother in the stomach.  

“But he’s even worse.” He groans and then begins complaining in French but you’re quick to stop him. “Connard, you know Carlos doesn’t speak French, clearly, you’ve been stalking him. So don’t be an ass,” Bérenger sighs at your words and then translates for Carlos.

“I was just saying that I you see in your fancy Ferrari and your expensive shoes, no one in the family can understand someone like you being with a dull girl like her.” He shrugs and you both laugh, it’s the way you talk as siblings.  

Even so, Carlos’ expression turns sour. “He much more than that Bérenger, now, play nice.” Before you turn to leave to say hello to your father, you ask your brother one last thing. This time in French, because you’d rather not have Carlos know just yet. “How is Papa today?” You brother hesitates, knowing exactly what you’re talking about. “He’s there, like before, no confusion yet today.”  

You nod and make your way over. “Bonjour Papa, I’ve come to visit.” Your father looks up to you, his eyes clear. Not that his personality has changed much, he replies in a gruff tone. “Who’s the boy?” His eyes are like daggers on Carlos.

“He’s my boyfriend,” your dad rolls his eyes. “Yeah, sure. And for how long is he going to put up with you?” You laugh, like always keeping the peace. “I’m not some terrible burden. At least, not in his eyes.”  

Like always he just replies with a scoff.  

Before long, you’re washing dishes after dinner. “Mi paloma, please tell your mother the dinner was delicious.” You can feel his big strong arms wrap around your waist. You’re sure he's feeling a bit alone. It’s only been you and your brother here who can even speak English.

You smile, “Thank you, Carlos, but she didn’t make it.” It’s the truth, the whole evening Bérenger and Carlos chopped wood, all while you have to take care of your mother’s ever whim, like always.  

It doesn’t bother you; it’s always been like this. But you can tell it’s getting to Carlos. “No wonder I liked it so much, it’s your cooking. But, mi dulce niña, you barely ate, aren’t you hungry?” He caresses yours even as you continue washing. “Thank you, Carlos, it’s nice hearing some positive words after that dinner.” He sighs, burrowing his face on the crook of your neck.  

“You’re avoiding my question.” He places small kisses here and there. “It’s not in the diet plan,” it’s an excuse, your mother had been commenting on your weight all evening. Yes, it’s true you’d gained weight, but you’d been working out and most of it is muscle. But her words are sharp, and the thoughts are springing up. If it makes her happy, better so. He does his usual noise when he’s unhappy when something.  

“Tomorrow I’ll cook dinner,” you gasp, turning to him, his words have caused delight in you. “I’d like to see that,” his brows furrow but a smug look is on his face. “What? You don’t think I can?” In your mind, yes, he has a difficult life, but that’s just stress. He has personal chefs and personal trainers and likely his father had too. Not way did he ever learn to cook. “No, not at all.” 

You cross your arms, and he just laughs. “Fine then, I'll show you. You can even post it on your Instagram.” This sparks joy, you love seeing people’s reactions to you and him.

So far, they’ve been nothing but positive. In these short three weeks you’ve gotten 50k new followers. If they’re there for you or Carlos, doesn’t matter to you. You’ll give them what they want either way.  

“You mean it?” Your hands reach up and take hold of his shirt. “Only if you eat,” and with that you bite your lip and nod. “Okay, you’ve got yourself a deal.” He sighs, takes a drying rag and begins helping you by putting away the dishes. “Oh Carlos! Ne perdez pas votre temps avec la vaisselle, Y/N la fera. Laisse-moi te montrer ses photos de bébé.”  

You sigh, leaning your head against his chest. “Oh no,” his brows furrow pulling you away to see what the matter is. “She wants to show you my baby pictures.” A deep laugh escapes his chest. “Mi querida, I’d love to help you finish this, but I can’t miss that.” You laugh but do allow him to see little you.  

“What colour are you choosing?” You ask your mother, watching as she scans through the different nail polishes. Like expect she chooses a toned-down pink, she rarely does her nails but when she does, it’s always that same colour. “Why don’t you choose something different? Look I’m going with this black with gold shimmer. We’re somewhere nice, don’t you want to use the opportunity?”  

Your mother just looks at you over her glasses. “And why is that?” It’s already Thursday, the week had been going by slower than you expected it would and only made you realise why you visit so little.

The only good thing so far has been your father’s awareness, he’s had a few moments of unclarity these past few months. Even so, just like growing up, he doesn’t exactly stand up for you against your mother’s badgering.  

Like always, it's just the usual gruff short replies and relative quietness. Carlos, however, has been nothing but kind. The dinner he cooked was amazing, the fans swooned in your comments. At night he’d hold you tight and whisper sweet nothings. All about how beautiful you are and how you’re perfect as is. It helps, yes, but nothing compares to motherly love. You do everything you can, but still don’t feel like enough.  

“Ah, Mama, don’t be like that.” After that, she continues about the gossip of the town and the lives of your siblings. That is of course until you’re sitting at the dinner table again. Enjoying the food Carlos has crafted to fit both of your diets, showing him your nails. He loves them and makes sure to kiss your knuckles.  

That is, until your mother interrupts your bliss. “Y/N, what did you say Carlos does?” You bite the inside of your cheek. “He is a Formula one driver.” You mutter, trying to hide yourself behind her sharp glare. “And are you still a chef?” You swallow your food; you’ve been avoiding this question for as long as possible. You shake your head, “No, Mama,” her bitter stare grows stronger.  

“So, what is it that you do?” She raises her voice, now your father seems interested. “I am working on my modelling career.” Both your parents groan and gasp in raised tones. “This again,” your brother mutters, he too has been harsh with you. “Why do you keep going on and on about this modelling. Ever since you were small. My daughter, you know I love you, but you aren’t like those pretty girls.”  

Her words are like knifes; knifes reopening wounds you’d been working so hard to heal. Carlos takes your hand under the table. This whole time he’d been encouraging you to stand up for yourself. Convincing you that what they’re saying aren’t normal and that you shouldn’t tolerate it. You’ve tried persuading him or more yourself that she’s your mother and she does it out of love.  

But she’s been ungrateful all week. As if she hasn’t been begging you to come home and talk to her. She comments on everything, your weight, your hair even your laugh. Saying you squeal like a pig, you tried to laugh less after that one. She hates her nails and all the presents you brought home. More than all, you’ve been dreading this happening. Hoping that it never would.  

“No, Mama, I do not know that you love me,” she gasps and begins screaming even more. “How could you not know? I raised you. I fed you, clothed you, gave you the deposit to get your degree. Which you don’t even use now!” The anger over comes you and you rise from your chair. “Carlos will gladly pay back all that money if I was such a burden on you!”  

The whole table goes eerily quiet. Soon it is interrupted by a scoff from your brother. “So what? He’s like your Sugar Daddy, right?” You take a moment to calm down, trying to decide if you’re going to say the truth. But they're your family. You should never lie to your family, right? “Yes,” you take his hand back into yours. You can see that he’s picked up his name and knows he’s being discussed.  

“What is that, Bérenger?” Your mother asks, switching between you and your brother. “She fucks him for money. A glorified prostitute!” His words are harsh and spit flies as he screams. You know for a fact that if Carlos understood French, he’d be raging.

“Unbelievable!” Your mother gasps out and another raging fire starts in you. “What? Is it so unbelievable that someone could actually love me so much that they’d pay to see me?”  

Years and years or anger and trauma, built up due to constant belittlement finally breaks through. “Why does it shock you all so much that he thinks I’m beautiful. That he thinks I’m more worth than all the riches in the world. You hate it that someone actually respects me, because you can’t knock me down anymore.”

Again, the table goes quiet before your brother speaks again. This time in English, clearly wanting Carlos to understand what he’s saying.  

“He doesn’t respect you. He doesn’t care for you. And he most certainly doesn’t love you. He just wants to fuck you. And once he’s bored of you, he’ll take what he’s given and leave you with nothing.” Before you can curse out your brother, a sharp crack is heard. Your brother is on the floor, nursing a bloody nose. “Don’t you ever, ever talk to her like that ever again.”  

You can hear your mother rambling on about her poor son and can only scoff at her reaction. “I’m not some city boy who doesn’t know how to throw a punch. You won’t believe how strong 6G’s of force make you.” Through all the commotion, there is a muttering that can be heard. Listening carefully, it is your father. “Get out, get out,” he repeats over and over.  

You bow your head down low, right by his ear but just shake off his words. This irritates him and he too raises his voice. “Get out, you’re no daughter of mine.” You laugh at his words, “Don’t be silly, Papa, you must be having one of your episodes.” You go to rub his back, in your mind to soothe him but he grabs your wrist before he can.  

“Hear me when I say this girl, because I am clear of mind when I do. While you are still whoring yourself out to this man, you are no daughter of mine.” The realisation hits you like a truck. So much so, that you stagger back, Carlos catching you as your head becomes dizzy. “Mi pequeña, what is the matter?” All you can do is shake your head.  

“Come, Carlos, it seems that we are not welcome here.”   

Just so p.s. me not translating the French and Spanish is for a reason. I'm not just being spiteful, it is part of the storytelling. If you want to get a good grade in fanfic reading (which is totally possible and a very normal thing to want) feel welcome to translate it 😉

Tag list is open, just ask!

[gleefultogo]

Just a thought

Man I honestly have to give it too two of kique's paying patreon's. for obvious reasons can't share patreon content as it based through a paywall and illegal to share publicly on social sites. But the jist of it is. Kique posted a NSFW of Lifa and Ranulfr. You know the poor character who was basically prayed on by some creep, gave literal stalking vibes and child predator? This character who looked like a deer.

Randomly then decides to hook up with her kidnapper and have his kids. Totallyyy normal right?. Nope! Anyways there was a NSFW piece posted through patreon. First of all, his fans... well most of them just ship everything they can get aroused too let's be honest here. But then we have some who actually have some common sense and a brain! . There's this one specific person, sometimes two. but i'm glad they have the guts to say what is clearly something that was uncomfortable that happened in the prequel of kique's comic. we all remember that ranulfr threatened to rape her sister ffs if she didn't basically obey him. Plus he wasn't even the best of a individual and one point got physical with lifa. I feel sometimes going about the while needing "energy" concept of his story could of been written differently. To be fair there whole relationship reminded me of Pedophilia. but two individuals had the guts to at least point out that was an unhealthy relationship and was very fast paced. and we all know kique. i'm gonna quote this. well this was the response that was given. Kique: **All relationships in Asmundr happened too fast, Rhov and Jahla fell in love during a *montage* XD** (that *XD* is obviously passive aggressive) ugh yeah.. kique you just obviously don't know how to write relationships of any kind, and should of not even tried putting something like stolkhom syndrome without proper research on how individuals put into that situation would react. I'm generally surprised that he hasn't banned those people yet because it's something negative lol. but alas its not the hoe's were talking about. and females get shit on in general so he doesn't give a damn about them.

[charredalmonds]

commentary pt2

Awww Yugi waiting. They left him hanging. Cmon I know Ryou made you mad, Aigami and you're doing the punishment shtick. But this is sooo rude being late and getting his hopes up just to flake.

Shadi's philosophy teaching circle?? Who let this guy around children. its so jarring to see him be "fleshed out" like this when he usually just shows up but also explains why Aigami is like disintegrating ppl w judgement bc thats smth Shadi would do.

Aigami's point about kings stealing. I think he and thief king would have much to talk about.

So bizzare to see shadi in this movie be pictured as benevolent

Omg bakura father lore. Little bakura. Aigami having beef with Bakura??? this guy having beef with like 3 ppl and taking turns.

they Watered Down the millennium items with the whole "3 of them have good spirits and 3 of them have bad spirits" :/ Boring

but at least baby yami bakura is funny.

shadi just up and died???? Where is the continuity in this

The orange and purple palette slaps

aigami hesitating when he sees ryou cry. He's soft. He turned around when his sister called out to him. I think him confronting yugi would turn him to mush

Jo wearing green and disintegrating reminds me so much of the double shadi made of him when shadi was hosting that one shadow game in the early series. Something something reconstructing from memory. Really clever.

his name is actually Diva and aigami is more like a persona he made ok

Dcvhjj Seto standing in the middle of traffic dude. Just announcing to yugi that theres a tournament he has to participate in. No billboards??

Almost gets yugi killed bc he had to have the convo in the middle of the road gg. take road safety seriously ffs

Aigami waking up to Mokuba who starts interrogating him.not fond of the design but I love cheeky Mokuba sooo much. I'm glad.

the gap in info where Mokuba doesn't know Yugi has the puzzle piece. But Seto just instantly knew. ahhh

Ok.....he just blew up the stadium projector style.

Oksyhy he's ranting about souls and morality. guy going through it.

Goshhhh the glass stands. That's kinda rlly messed up. He's sooo insufferable. Guy who has to broadcast his drama. I get that everything gets solved by duels but man. awkward spectacle making as always

Aigami not knowing Yugi has the puzzle piece bc he gave it to Sera who gave it to yugi drftyj...

Gosh I miss battle city in the manga where there was that messy battle system where the order of who duels who was determined by how many life points they each had. So they had to do mental gymnastics over who gets it which turn. The squabbling was legendary.

Yugi getting Madd gooooo!!!!!

[pumpkinsy0]

Hi, I'm the "crush on friend anon"; I didn't even see that you posted my anon till later today. Well since you posted it I'll drop more lore: After I sharted in class EVERYONE laughed at me (deserved). Yeah even he did. A few other things I did for him for his attention (cause if i can't have him love me, i at least want his attention---so Curly coded) was draw him pictures of the character Cloud (We were both big into FF, him more than me and Cloud was his favorite) I would go and get "the good snacks" from the vending machines in the teacher's lounge to share with him and a this one time in wood shop I engraved our names onto some trivets we made in class. I lied and told him they were for his mom (who was like a 2nd mom to me) and totally not because i envisoned us using them in our shared apartment when we got older. And we'd do doughnuts on my dirtbike in the parking lot. Eventually I confessed to him my feelings back in 2019 after we both are happily married and got a few kids of our own; he gave me this dumbfounded look and told me he couldn't believe he had a crush on me during his limp bizkit phaze----hey maybe it was the spiky hair. So thanks for posting my anon and I hope you share this one too :)

this is actually one of the best asks ive ever gotten it checks off all the boxes

1) funny as hell

2) its sweet as hell

3) purly

4) ABSOLUTELY insane from start to finish

5) the 2000s mentions

this was the update we all needed, anon i hope u and the guy and ur families r doing TERRIFIC and im glad yall at least stayed in contact w each other and can look back of ur lives and laugh, this was absolutely great to read, im sobbing this was so cute</33

[gemstone-ruby]

Season Finale Ramblings

Oh I feel so vindicated after watching to finale of The Gilded Age! Please note I do NOT have the extra context that comes with the show's extras yet (podcasts, interview, etc.) and I have only watched season two once but I am still filled with (a little too much) giddy energy about the ending so this is going to be a wall of text be prepared...

Thoughts and spoilers after the break

Lets start with Peggy: when I tell you I let out a sigh of relief when she left that man standing in the park! Mr. Fortune is MARRIED with -insert number of kids here- one of which is a newborn. You're telling me your wife just gave birth and you're making googly eyes at the new journalist who works for you???? TRASH. Now don't get me wrong, I could write off the kiss in the barn as a heat of the moment thing for the plot or whatever, but I think KNOW I would have been really pissed off and disappointed in how they took Peggy's character if they let that storyline continue into an affair. I wish Peggy the best of luck with her author dreams now that she has her start.

Ms. Marian: Girl, I am so happy you found your voice, dusted off your spine and got out of that engagement. For season one, in my opinion, she was pining so much for her old life that it made her lie to herself. She lost everything and everyone she knew in the blink of an eye and had to immediately put on a brave face and table her grief because Agnes hated her brother. I do think she loved Mr. Raikes but I think that love was rooted in her using him as a way back to "real life" once they got married. So much so that she ignored the signs that Raikes was being seduced by high society life in New York. She really grew as a person this season but when she accepted Dashiell's proposal, I thought she was sliding back downhill into the quiet housewife everyone expects her to be. I'm glad she's finally taking life into her own hands and I'm glad Larry Russell might be getting a happy ending with her as well. We shall see...

Speaking of the Russells: A big beautiful congratulations to Mrs. Russell for winning the opera war...however...I think it might come back to bite her in the ass when Gladys, and most importantly, Mr. Russell find out she basically sold her daughter off to the duke to do so. I love Mr. and Mrs. Russell as a unit, THE power couple, but George made it clear that he doesn't give two shits about playing the grand game of society. He only plays for his wife because his family's happiness is all he wants; if Gladys is falling for another man and Bertha tries to force her into the duke's arms, the power couple is going to clash. HARD. You already saw a brief look at that potential conflict when Mr. Russell was facing charges for the train crash and all Mrs. Russell could think about was a ball. He didn't even tell her when he was going ON TRIAL ffs! Yes they were at odds when Bertha found out about Turner coming onto him but in that instance George was working for forgiveness from his wife; the train derailment had him ready to bare teeth over his wife's lack of empathy. Mr. Russell already promised his daughter he would have her back when it comes to her marriage; this is not going to resolved without at least one relationship dynamic in the Russell household changing forever...

And FINALLY SOME KARMIC JUSTICE FOR ADA!!!! Omfg this woman could not catch a break for the life of her. This wise, kind soul had to live years as a spinster and (as I'm sure she probably thinks) a leech on the fortune her sister had to marry an awful man to get. When she at last finds a good man to love and live out her golden years with he fucking gets cancer and dies almost as soon as they get married. This woman could not get more than a second of peace. But when Bannister turned to her and crowned her head of the household with one question it's like the stars aligned! You could see it in her face when she realized she was finally, not her sister's equal, but her superior by Agnes's own old world standards. And I know that Agnes loves her sister in her outdated way, but in my opinion, it was also extremely patronizing. Agnes ruled her household with an iron fist, so much so that literally every one living under her roof, from the servants to her family members, have secrets they're keeping in fear of losing their way of life by angering her. Now, dear Aunt Ada, gets to take the rinds and I can't wait. Ada is kind but not naïve, wise but not authoritarian, and she realizes that the world is changing and society along with it. Everyone in the Van Rhijn house may now have a chance at happiness their own way now that they have a mistress who has no interest in changing who they are for the sake of other people's opinions.

I want to stress that I am not bashing Agnes. At least I'm not trying to. I know her way of thinking is a product of her time mixed with the horrors and injustices she had to face to get to where she is in life. But her being stuck in survival mode has sank her ship and nearly alienated her from her own family. She should take this changing of the guard as her sign to give it a rest, to TAKE a rest. Do I think she's going to: NO. I think she's going to be a bitter pain in the ass now that she has virtually no power.

I'm going to end this by saying to look forward to seeing if and how Mrs. Astor will move forward. She does not seem to be the type of woman to fade off into the night silently in defeat. I would say she may team up with Ms. Turner/Mrs. Winterton but not only does Astor know her secret now but I think she's about two seconds from spiraling in a BAD way and losing that rich husband of hers. I mean look at the temper tantrums she threw every time she lost something to Mrs. Russell.

If they do not renew this show for another season, I will haul myself from the Brooklyn Bridge (I'm joking.....mostly )

[jungkookjeon0007]

Nights in Vegas | CH. 19 (JJK FF)

☆ summary: When Olivia flies to Las Vegas for her first ever BTS concert w/ her best friend, she was expecting to make lots of unforgettable memories... What she wasn't expecting was to end up with the lead singer, Jeon Jungkook, knocking on her hotel room door only to find her in nothing but a towel. What will happen when the golden maknae wants to see her again? Will it lead to heartbreak, or a promising future for them both?

☆ pairing(s): jungkook x olivia.

☆ ratings: (18+) for detailed sex scenes + harsh language.

☆ genre: smut, angst, fluff.

☆ word count: 1.58k.

☆☆☆☆☆☆

[Author's POV]

A few days had went by, and tonight was yet another concert for the boys.

Except this time the concerts were going to be back to back, which means they had another one tomorrow as well. Lacie and Olivia were fortunate enough to attend the other two concerts due to the company allowing them to tag along with the boys backstage.

They arrived at the stadium, and were escorted to a very nice and private sitting room while the members were getting ready for the concert. The private room would be where the two would watch the concert live from a big screen TV monitor.

"Wow, look at this set up! I'd rather be in here any day compared to out there with all those sweaty ARMY fans screaming our ears off the whole time. What about you, Liv?"

She turned to see her best friend checking the place out with shiny eyes, "Idk, I like it back here but I loved being able to experience the 'purple ocean' and the guys performing was so much better in person. It was the most amazing experience, you have to admit."

Lacie smiled nodding her head in agreement because she knew Olivia was right, it was definitely something they could never forget.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and 7 men stepped in, shutting the door behind them.

"Hello ladies, how are you liking your private room?" Yoongi asked as he gestured around him.

"It is amazing and so relaxing! We really are excited that we get to watch the concert in here." Lacie replied.

"Yeah, we tried to have them make it as comfy as possible for you both and made sure you had plenty of snacks and drinks for the whole concert." Namjoon said, smiling sweetly.

"Well.. We truly appreciate that so much Namjoon, thank you!" Olivia said as he nodded and flashed his dimples at them.

"Yes, so just relax and enjoy the show. If you would happen to need anything, there is a button on this table to call one of the staff members to come assist with anything you'd need." Jimin stated as he walked over and pointed to said button.

The rest of the guys spoke for a few minutes, until it was time for them to get ready and go out on stage.

. . .

[Olivia's POV]

We bid the other 5 members a farewell and wished them good luck on the show, but 2 of them stayed behind to talk for just a few more minutes with us.

Jungkook walked up to me and gave me his beautiful bunny smile, "I'm so glad I get to come here to you after the concert ends instead of waiting to see you at the hotel."

I smiled as he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. "Me too, I'm most excited to be able to ride home with you, take a shower, and after that getting into nice warm jammies so we can binge watch American Horror Story until we fall asleep."

He smiled, "That sounds absolutely perfect and I cannot wait."

He pulled me to him by my hips as he wrapped his long arms around me for a big hug. I stood on my tip toes and attached our lips together as we completely melted into the kiss. As we pulled back he whispered onto my lips, "I love you baby."

I pulled back and ran my fingers through his hair and whispered back, "I love you too my handsome pop-star. Have a great concert."

He smiled real big and kissed me one last time right before Hobi hollered at him from the door.

"Coming Hyung! He then turned back to me, "See you after the show beautiful." He winked, turning around and exited the room.

I took a deep breath and was smiling at the moment we shared when Lacie suddenly cleared her throat. When I looked up at her, she was giving me a big smile, "What?"

"Nothing. I'm just glad the two of you made up, you're perfect for each other Liv, I truly believe that."

I blushed. "He makes me so happy, I just can't help but keep thinking about when we have to tell them goodbye... the day is getting closer and closer and i don't know if I'll be able to do it."

She came up to me, grabbing my shoulders, turning me to look at her, "Please stop worrying over this. The conversations will happen eventually... until then, enjoy your time with him."

I sighed, "How are you so calm about this? You'll be leaving Hobi as well-"

She interrupted me, "Hobi and I have already agreed to continue a long distance relationship together to make this work. You and Jungkook need to have the same conversation, so you both can be prepared when it's time for us all to head home."

"I guess you're right. I'm just nervous about what he will want to do."

She looked at me with a loving expression, "Liv honey, he will want to do whatever it takes to be with you."

I looked at her with hope filled eyes, "You think?"

"Absolutely. You're soul-mates for sure and I think you guys are the real deal."

I smiled at her, pulling her into a hug, "Thank you so much. I needed that pep talk. You're the best!"

. . .

[Author's POV]

Lacie and Olivia continued to talk for a few more minutes until they received word from a member of the staff that the concert was about to begin. They sat down with their snacks and wine to watch the performance and once it started, they could not stop ogling at how amazing the members all looked.

"Oh my gosh! Look at Yoongi!!!" Lacie stated.

"Jungkook is looking so good! Look at him in that red outfit!" Olivia said while fanning herself dramatically.

"HOBI IS EVERYTHING!" Lacie said, taking a huge drink of wine as they both continued to commentate about how the members sang, danced, and looked during each one of their performances.

. . .

Time Skip — After the Concert

Everything was phenomenal and they could not be more proud of them all and as the concert came to a close, Jungkook busted through the door and went straight to Olivia. His lips crashed onto hers as they kissed passionately, "I missed you so much, Liv."

"I missed you too and you all did so good tonight! I'm seriously so proud of you all-"

She observed him with furrowed eye brows and changed the subject, "N-not that I'm not happy to see you, I really am... But I'm curious, why are you not getting a shower and finishing up everything with the others?"

He smirked, "I wanted to come back here and get you. I want to go back to the hotel because as I recall, we had plans to get a shower, get our pajamas on, and binge watch American Horror Story... right?"

"Yes, that's right. But.. won't the guys get upset that you didn't wait on them and went with me instead?"

He chuckled, "No baby. Namjoon Hyung actually insisted the idea. He said that we weren't doing anything after this anyways and I should just get you and take you back with me... So are you ready to go?"

Olivia turned and looked at Lacie, but she was already in Hobi's arms. As if Jungkook read her mind, he turned to her, "He's doing the same. He wanted to come and get Lacie since I was coming to get you."

"Okay then, yes. Let's go, I'm sure you're ready for a shower and to lay down." He nodded as she grabbed his hand, turning to Lacie and Hobi, "We are going to head back to the hotel, text me if you need anything and be safe!"

"We will and you both do the same. Enjoy your night and great job tonight Jungkook!"

Jungkook smiled at Lacie and bowed then lightly tugged Olivia's hand, insisting that they go. The pair left the room, heading to the back exit of the stadium where no ARMYs would be so they could get in the car that's waiting to take them back.

. . .

[Jungkook's POV]

We entered the car safely with no one seeing us and started on our way to the hotel, "Come here baby, let me hold you."

She got closer to me with a smile on her face and laid her head on my shoulder as I put my arm around her.

"You smell so good." She stated with a little sigh as if she was taking in as much of my smell as possible.

I chuckled. "Why thank you. I guess I should wear this perfume more often then, huh?"

She nodded. "Yes, I love the way that it smells."

I smiled, placing a kiss on her forehead as she nestled into me for the remainder of the car ride.

My life feels so complete when she's with me, but I dread when we have to have the discussion about what we're going to do when it's time to go home....

[not-poignant]

Everyone can feel however they want about any character etc etc obligatory disclaimer... that said, I do wonder how people would feel about Temsen if he was white. It's the same thing I wondered when I saw some comment reactions to Kadek back when he was introduced in FFS.

I'm a big fan of Temsen, btw. The way he talked about both Efneisen and Gary's abusive actions was really responsible and useful, and I love characters who have both an upright moral core and the smarts to be able to take actions effectively.

Hi anon!

Yeah I do...sometimes have these moments as well. I also have the self-reflective 'am I writing POC too often as assholes' and then think about Eran and Leo and some of the other characters I've written and it's like okay, I don't think it's necessarily that specifically (though there's always room for improvement) and I really really do like writing hot assholes dsfjkaf

I also love Temsen, I love characters who are just really complicated but ultimately still doing their version of their best. And that anon might not have been thinking of the race factor at all, but it is something that also occasionally plays in the back of my mind because after 10 years of writing, there is a certain kind of 'he just rubs me the wrong way' that characters like Eran, Kadek, and Temsen have gotten just a little bit more than some of the other characters (and on the flipside, the 'oh I didn't know they were POC' which is...a whole...*sighs* - probably at its most painful when it's fanart so you know someone's put a lot of effort into something but also blanked the description of a character's skin colour and features at the same time) - I guess there's just an awareness? Also an awareness of my role in what I'm perpetuating as a white person because realistically I will unfortunately fuck it up too.

I am team 'give anon the benefit of the doubt' because I do canonically write Temsen to be unnerving and intimidating and I do think some readers will be a lot more receptive to / sensitive to that than others. But yeah, I also think this is a really understandable thing to wonder? It's a crunchy space to be in, because I also think Temsen's hitting the mark if he is unnerving some people as a character, just like Gary does. A sort of 'I like it when disabled / POC / queer people can all be hot assholes' lol

But in this instance like, in addition, Temsen has been one of the least directly harmful characters in the entire cast in terms of his actions and I do think about that a lot.

I think until society gets better about racism and decolonisation gets way way way way further it's just a normal thing to wonder about tbh.

(And on an aside, I am glad that the sentiment largely swung towards very positive towards Kadek by the end of FFS. He's one of my favourite side characters that I've written in a while, and I'm hoping to write more with him in side stories one day).

Also re: the talk he gave Efnisien, that has honestly helped Efnisien so much. Him stepping into his strength and consciously thinking about it has directly led to so much of the positive growth he's experienced in the last like 10 chapters. It was so needed, even if the timing wasn't great, Temsen really delivered on that front.

[sekhithefops]

The Best Games I Played in 2024

So, its been a crazy ass year huh? Great year to say "fuck this, I want to find a good video game and basically hide in it until the real world is less fucked up than the one with monsters and wizards and shit."

Well, as the year draws to a close and with that thought fresh in our minds now, here's my favorite ten games of 2024. A few ground rules.

This is in NO particular order of best to worst, this is just the ones that stood out in my memories this year.

This is for games I personally played in 2024. Some came out before 2024, but I didn't play them until now so it counts.

These are for the games I liked. Some will be Triple-A, some will be Indies, some will be full release, some will be Early Access.

There MAY be spoilers for some games. If this is an issue, exits over there thank you for stopping by.

Ready, here we go then.

Final Fantasy XVI

Having literally just finished this game at time of writing, I can say that it may well be one of my favorite entries to the series now and I cannot for the life of me work out why the fuck this game was so divisive among the fanbase.

I will say this is the darkest Final Fantasy has been story wise since the infamous Type 0 which literally opens like Anime Apocalypse Now, but it also has plenty of moments of levity to balance out the darker spots.

Its not Turn Based Combat, but it is combat directed by Ryota Suzuki, whose name you may recognize if you're familiar with a certain red-coated white haired swordsman with a fondness for pizza. Thats right, same guy who did Devil May Cry V's combat. If you enjoyed beating the everloving hell out of everything as Dante, you might want to consider this one.

But yes, I genuinely consider this one of my favorite entries out of the FF series now. I mean, it literally ends with you punching God in the face.

I'm not kidding, I screenshotted it.

Personally, I really had fun with it and I'm interested to see what the Seventeenth installment will bring... in about 4-5 years give or take.

Metaphor ReFantazio

Good year for RPGs from our friends across the Pacific wasn't it? Metaphor is a story about a young man named Will (or whatever name you gave him) who travels the world on a quest to become elected king because of a giant floating face in the sky telling everyone thats how it works now, while beating up monsters based on the works of Dutch painter Hieronymus Bosch that, as it turns out, are the mad remnants of humanity following a war that ended the old world.

Yeah its a weird game... and basically Persona. But still a decent one.

Only complaint I had was that they didn't stick the landing and the final dungeon was such an ordeal I just said 'screw this noise' and went off to do something else. Sorry Will, looks like your country is screwed. Good luck with that.

Resident Evil Village

Yeah, I know. I just now got to Lady Dimitrescu and her big Mommy Milkers. Theres a lot of games out there and only so many hours in the day okay?

Still I'm glad I got there eventually. While I played through VII as well I found the villains from that one ultimately forgettable and the game itself... not bad but I'd played better.

Village however was absolutely the shot in the arm the series needed. The perfect mix of disturbing horror with the monster baby, the puppet creatures, and the like, and the campy batshittery with bombastic villains like Karl "Hillbilly Magneto" Heisenberg who is now a personal favorite of mine.

Outstanding job on this one Capcom, please don't fuck up RE IX okies?

Enshrouded

If you know me you know I'm a sucker for a good survival crafting game. Mix in RPG elements and set it infront of me and five weeks later the police call off the search and give me up for dead.

Enshrouded is a great title, still in early access mind but with a ton of wonderful ideas behind it and I'm very eager to see where the devs are going with all this.

A high fantasy game where you can focus on being a big burly warrior, a cunning rogue with daggers and bow, a mighty sorcerer, or a little of each as you try to rebuild the world and create your own happy little village to survive the apocalypse... with an actual village infact. Normally I don't like survival games with NPC supporters (I find they get in the way as often as not) but somehow Enshrouded did it right. Good job guys.

SPEAKING OF SUCH GAMES...

Nightingale

If Enshroued fits me gameplay wise, this is a game that fits me perfectly in terms of genre and theme, and potentially gameplay eventually.

I am a massive massive massive geek for anything fae-themed. Changeling the Lost/Dreaming? Hell yes. Seanen McGuire's October Daye series? Gimme. Pan's Labyrinth? Wunderbar!

I love survival crafting games as I mentioned above.

And anything with a unique clothing aesthetic has my attention immediately. MMOs get me with this all the time with WoW's transmog and FFXIV's glamour system.

So a game that's dripping with fae lore, a survival crafting title, and set in the Victorian era?

(art by @xhyperwolfx )

Yep, if I'm abandoned by the authorities for Enshrouded, then for Nightingale I'll be off with the faeries and won't reappear for a century like Rip Van Winkle.

Its not perfect yet, but the dev team is doing their damndest and after the last major update I'm very interested to see whats coming next.

Aces & Adventures

This one I had almost forgotten about, but just seeing it in my Steam list again makes me want to play it.

A card game RPG where you take a deck of 52 poker cards and, indeed, go on adventures using them. Pick one of five classes and sally forth to see the world with a lovely narration and a story that appears to be looping on itself with each retelling.

I'm best with the mage myself, but I'm kind of wanting to try other ones too. I can definitely say it's a favorite of mine now and one I recommend for gamers on a budget.

Palworld

And as far as I'm concerned Nintendo is just being a little bitch because PocketPair did so many things fans have been asking them to do for years that they had to pull out a bullshit lawsuit.

Palworld is an explorative game with survival crafting elements and collection RPG elements (yes collection RPGs like Shin Megami Tensei, Digimon Story, and ALL THE OTHER ONES THAT NINTENDO IS CONVENIENTLY IGNORING DO THE SAME THING POKEMON DO YES I'M SALTY) where you wash up on a beach, find a tablet, and then say 'eh, may as well catch 'em all.'

Then team up with them all, have them all help you build a base, have them all let you ride them around the world, have them all even pick up a gun themselves and watch a magical squirrel bust a cap in someone's ass.

Still in early access as well, but I have high hopes that they'll weather the storm of Nintendo's little 'waaaaah we wanna be king shit' tantrum and come out the other side better than before.

Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous

I didn't really get into this one until 2024 and bigods I'm sorry to Owlcat for taking so damn long. An outstanding CRPG with a downright dizzying number of possible character builds with around two dozen classes and a dozen archetypes for each, a story based on the Pathfinder Adventure Module of the same name, and a well imagined Mythic Path system where you can literally play god by the end of the game.

Want to be an undead gnome? Well oogity boogity m'lads!

A half orc bard who is becoming a fae lord? Why the hell not!

A dwarven herbalist who rides around on a wolf because of his crippled back and makes healing salves out of magic plants? Godspeed ya mad bastard!

I kept starting over because I kept getting new ideas for new characters to be and come up with stories for and if you've ever glanced at my writing projects like Adventures in Azeroth...

... read my godsdamn fanfic... o_o

Anyways, point is, if something grabs my story brain that thing is basically going to live rent free in my head for the rest of my life.

Their follow up to this, Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader, wasn't bad at all... but Pathfinder was a lot more fun and I do hope Owlcat return to the world of Golaria someday.

SandLand

Out of all of Toryama's properties (miss ya big guy) I would never have thought SandLand would have gotten more than maybe a tiny mobile game tie in.

Instead it got a huge explorative action RPG with some great voice acting (though they could stand the option to tone down the tank chatter,) a bright colorful world, and an interesting story that actually continues on AFTER the end of the short-lived comic series he did for Shonen Jump back in the day.

A surprise I had not expected, but a title I grew to love. I never got around to finishing it and I feel like I should really do something about that someday soon.

Pacific Drive

Easily the most unique and surreal game I've played in the past several years. You wind up in a bizarre exclusion zone where reality has gone all wibbly wobbly on you, bound to an apparently sentient station wagon, and now you have to customize and prepare it to drive across the ruined wastelands in the hopes that you can escape back to civilization.

And... thats it. Drive around and explore, avoid reality warping insanity, and keep your car in one piece as it is your only means of protection and conveyance.

Sounds simple, but its anything but. Hazards will do tons of hurt to your little four door (and indeed may reduce the number of doors entire,) you have to constantly scavenge for bits to repair the car, build tools, and new gear, and there's areas where if you stay out too long you run the risk of a rather unfortunate fate... though whether thats death via radiation sickness or being transformed into a rubber duck is a detail the game never goes into.

An outstandingly imaginative title that I recommend to anyone who loves exploration, or just always wanted to customize a car.

And thats my 2024 in review. Thank you for joining me, and here's hoping I get to do a 2025 in review before the downfall of western civilization due to a combination of climate change disasters, social unrest, and having re-elected an orange clown to the White House.

Happy new year everyone!

[secretkittywolf]

High Life

chapter 11

Bdubs and Ren watch as Doc falls to the ground with a thud. They see Scott clutching a lamp. "Go now. I don't know what's going on but I leave before he wakes" The two nod and race down the stairs. Scott picks up Doc and drags him to the suite. "My word is he heavy" he groans, placing him on the couch. He sees the lamp and quickly chucks it out of the window and watches it fall into an alleyway. "I'll have to quickly steal a lamp from another room and place it in here" Scott leaves to fetch a new lamp, thankfully they all look identical. "Now the lamp's back, time to wait for him to get up"

In another building, Ren and Bdubs flop to the floor, gasping for air. "That... was... awful!" Panted Bdubs. "It... was" The two catch their breath and sit up. Their plan was a total fail and the two of them agree that it was Doc's robot eye that gave them away. "If it weren't for Scott, we'd be out right now" "Yeah. We owe him out lives" Ren takes out his comm and sends a private message to Scott.

Ren: Hey

Scott: You two okay?

Ren: We're fine now. Thank you for saving us

Scott: Its no problem. It's only the 5th day of the 1st week and no one deserves to die yet

Ren: Wait it's been how long?

Scott: 5/7 days of the first week

Ren: I thought it was longer! Ffs it's so slow

Scott: But a lot has happened

Ren: True true

Scott: Shit! Doc's waking up

Ren: You're still there? Why not leave?

Scott: ...

Ren: Scott?

Scott: I'll talk to you later

Scott stopped responding and it worried Ren. Why was he with Doc? He thought he was looking after Cleo since Doc nearly killed her? Has Doc struck a deal? Is Scott in trouble- "Dude. I can hear every thought you're saying" Bdubs snapped Ren out of his trance. Did he say that out loud? "Sorry. I didn't know I was saying that out loud. I'm just confused" "I am too. It doesn't make sense but you may be right. Doc may have come up with some plan to convince Scott to stay with him" Ren shows Bdubs Scott's messages. "Yeah something's up" The two sit in silence for a while. "Fancy lunch at Martyn's?" "Sure. I could eat"

Doc moves and opens his eyes. He sees a blue blur before his vision focuses. "You're awake! I'm so glad you're okay" It's Scott and he looked upset. "I'm so, so, so sorry! I was aiming for Ren but I made the mistake of closing my eyes and hitting you, letting the two run away" Scott lies, making himself cry. He feels a hand land on his cheek. "Hey now. No need to cry" His voice was soft and gentle as Scott let the crocodile tears fall. "It was an accident" "Y- You're not mad?" Scott whispered. Doc shook his head and cradled Scott in his arms. He was so small in Doc's arms and he felt so sad when he saw Scott cry. Was he..... Was he falling for Scott? No. No he couldn't. Not when his plan needed him the most. 

He held onto Scott some more and watches as he lifts his head up to face him. Scott's eyes were red and puffy and Doc forgot everything he just thought a minute ago. He was in love and wanted to do everything he can to protect Scott. Was it too early in this game? Yes but he's heard of relationships forming within the first day from the other hermits so his love for Scott wouldn't be too much of a surprise. Doc shifted so Scott was lying on top of him. He buried his face in Scott's neck, holding him close. Scott looked down and smiled. He felt happy until flashes of a certain canary showed up. 'No. No this isn't like before. This is new. This won't be Flower Husbands 2.0' Scott shuts his eyes as the two fall asleep in each others arms.

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I'm so sorry! I completely forgot to post this. I just went and did it On ao3 but not on here QwQ

[orynamulty]

I promised to tell you about my character, this post is about Daenys.

How I came up with it;

One evening last year, I was sitting and remembering my life and I remembered Nexo knights. Then I rewatched it (since I didn’t remember almost anything from there), and my thoughts started spinning and bam!the outlines of the character appeared in my head! (damn, I’m a master at writing where it all began😆). To be even more honest, my love for Jestro was resurrected. (I'm not kidding) And from that day I began to think about ff, but for several months I did not dare to start.

When I was thinking about what to name the character, the first thing that came to my mind was Daenys. (then I rewatched season 1 of House of the Dragon, it is my main source of inspiration). From the beginning I thought; 'Okay, so be it, then maybe I'll choose another name.' But time passed and I could no longer perceive her with a different name. She is named after Daenys Targaryen who predicted the doom of Valyria. Daenys also has a Valyrian appearance (silver hair and one of her eyes is dark purple, and the other eye is bright green)

I thought for a long time about who she would be. There are already enough knights, we only have Merlock as a wizard. I decided that she would be a sorceress and a dragon rider. She also wears black and gold clothes. In the first 2 seasons she used a magic wand, but during the battle with Monstrox the wand was broken, she now uses rings instead. Robin created special shoes for her that will allow her to temporarily fly; shoes are also needed in case Daenys falls from the dragon. Things aren't going so well for her with magic, because, let's say, she has a different type of magic, but unfortunately Daenys is the last dragon rider (her dragon is also the last (probably)) and there is no one to teach her.

In my fanfic, King Halbert had a younger brother (I won’t say his name for now) who was a knight, but unfortunately Daenys’s parents died when she was a child and her aunt and uncle took custody of her. Merlock also gave her a golden-colored dragon egg with black spots. This egg belonged to Daenys's mother Alsina, who before her death asked the magician to give it to her daughter when she grew up. Daenys, like Daenys the dreamer, can see prophetic dreams, but cannot interpret them correctly, and there is no one especially to help her. She also sees the Red Witch (another of my characters, I won’t say anything about her, because this is a big spoiler).

Another fact from my fanfic (which I haven’t written there yet) although Daenys is the second princess, her uncle wanted to organize her engagement to Lance! (this is one of the reasons why she doesn’t like him, he also doesn’t treat Jestro very well). But Daenys was able to persuade her uncle not to do this, saying that she is the second princess and will not inherit the throne and all that.

I’ll also tell you a little about her dragon. When Daenys was 10 years old, a female dragon, Semergla, hatched from an egg. The dragoness has grown in 8 years, and now she is slightly larger than a horse, and Daenys was able to ride her only at the beginning of the plot. She has black scales on top and the lower part of her body is covered with golden scales, her horns and claws are black, her eyes are dark gold and the color of fire is also golden. (She, like Daenys, also doesn’t like Lance)

In this post I tried not to write all the information so as to avoid spoilers. I don’t know yet when I will translate my story into English. I was pleased to share with you information about my character and I will be glad if you want to know more about them. The Red Witch will be appearing in my fanfiction soon so maybe I'll post about her.

Thank you for your attention! Have a nice day, everyone!

[luckyqueenreign]

OMG Are they really gonna make Grace Kat 2.0 now with the constant shade ? At least Kat had reasons to believe Finn preferred her over MC so I could see why she'd be mad that we stole him from her, but Grace should know by now that man don't want her. HE DON'T WANT U HUN. Also I'm not sure if you want him that much either when your heart is beating for his Goddamn brother, like c'mon girl, just stop already ffs.

YES!! At least with Kat…Finn had basically never shown us any attention until RIGHT before casa and even then it was superrrrrr light compared to Ozzy. This man has been watching if we laugh when he tells a joke, has been kissing us in EVERY challenge and has literally told Grace that he wants to be with us and yet she’s still holding out hope??? COME ON!! Lowkey I feel like fb made matters worse by having her run to Marshall after. Like babe be soooooo fucking for real rn!!!! Not his twin!! At least pick Elliot who you initially liked and tried to kiss! But his twin?!? I’m glad they gave us the option to be like girly cut this delulu shit out already it isn’t cute!