#love how much of a homewrecker he is and how he goes after the older men in amethio's life (including friede)

[amelikos]

Genuinely fascinated by Spinel's desire to insert himself into Gibeon's legacy.

He wants to be like Gibeon himself (resonated with his desire to use the eternal blessing and deeply respected him for it, and asserted that he would surpass Gibeon). He seemingly wants to be Gibeon's closest confidant, Lucius (he cut Lucius off while he was talking and dismissed him as a ghost and seemingly wasn't pleased by Lucius's influence on Gibeon because it made him hesitate).

He simultaneously wants to be the favored son-in-law (Crave) who is entrusted with Exceed, and the favored grandchild (Amethio) who was set up to become heir to the Explorers and Gibeon's original will. He takes over both parts of Gibeon's legacy (Exceed and the Explorers) right after Gibeon passes on and entrusted his original wish to Amethio. He considered himself as more worthy of inheriting Gibeon's will and he is the continuation of Gibeon's mindset and fascination towards the Rakurium. He wants to be in that family tree.

[super-unpredictable98]

Girl of Another Hour | Garota do Momento AU

Chapter 1: One-Way Trip

Word count: 2k

Warning: Strong language

A/n: Hello everyone! As promised, I'm taking my girl Lydia to yet another timeline. This time, instead of landing in 2009 England, she'll end up... somewhere else. This fic is based on the Brazilian novela Garota do Momento which is one of my current obsessions. I wrote this fic in Portuguese given the source material (here's the Portuguese version), but I wanted my English speaking followers to be able to read it too, so here's a translation. If this goes well, I might just keep posting it in both languages. I hope you all love this story and all these characters as much as I do XOXO (Oh and just please ignore any language barrier for narrative purposes lol)

[Masterlist]

"So what are you saying, Nathan? We'll never see each other again? You don't like me anymore?"

"I do, I like you a lot, but I can't do this. It was a mistake what we just did."

"It was just a kiss… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it, I just couldn't help myself, I'm too drunk for self-control."

"I know, I'm not proud of it, but… I liked it. We've been friends for so long and I tried to ignore it, cause last time with Kelly was just a disaster."

"I don't wanna lose you as my friend."

"I know, I don't want it either, but the problem is that I actually like you."

"Then be with me! It doesn't have to be like this…"

"I'm married, I have a family! I used to say I'd be a screw-up until my early thirties, but what would I tell Marnie? She can't be alone with Junior."

"Look, I'm not a homewrecker, but damn it, Nathan! I love you!"

"I think I might love you too, but I guess it's just a right person wrong time situation. We're in different moments of our lives, I know you're gonna find someone your age, I hope he's nicer and kinder than me. I would say funnier, but that's a tall order… We both know that's unrealistic. Weren't you going to Brazil for the summer? Who knows? Maybe you'll find your prince charming there."

"I don't want just any bloke who's kind and nice, I want you."

"I want you too, Lollipop… That's why I think it's better if we don't talk anymore."

"So that's it? This is goodbye?"

"I suppose it is. Maybe there's a life where we can be together, I'm sorry it didn't work out in this one."

"I'll find this life."

Lydia shook her head trying to ignore that pesky memory, it's been two weeks since everything happened, but she couldn't stop thinking about how hurtful that moment was. Her heart was broken, though she'd never say that out loud, she already hated herself enough for lowering her guard and falling in love with someone like Nathan Young. Why did it have to be her older brother's screw-up friend?

She hated herself for kissing a married man, for ruining her friendship with him, for hurting Marnie, who despite being very annoying, did not deserve it and did nothing wrong besides getting there first in the race for Nathan's heart. Lydia Bellamy isn't the type of person who does that.

She had nothing to lose, so she was organizing her stuff in a big suitcase. She was packing money, some clothes, medicine, her old MP3, laptop with photos, important notes, and other stuff she judged essential. She was going back to 2009.

After a huge ice storm a few years back, people who were struck by lightning in Wertham, a small London estate, were granted strange superpowers that seemed to relate to their biggest insecurities or unsolved issues. Nathan was one of them, he became immortal. Lydia's brother, Simon, was another, who gained the ability to become invisible.

A suspicious character ended up getting the power to transfer powers from one person to the other and made that his job, buying and selling abilities as if he were a human thrift store. That was the man Lydia looked for after selling her classic Fender guitar and getting enough money to buy something that would take her to the past.

"I have one-way time travel. You can use it for whenever you like, but only once. There's no way back," the man said and she accepted it, having no other choice or path to follow.

With her bags packed, Lydia closed her eyes and tried to focus on the exact date where she wanted to be transported. The only issue is that she didn't know the exact date, she couldn't remember those days too well, since she was only 12 in 2009, exactly ten years ago.

"Summer of 2009," she murmured to herself, but the more she tried to focus on the date, the dizzier she got. Her vision darkened and her eyelids became heavy until she felt a tug, as if someone dragged her from one corner of the room to the other.

Only… when she opened her eyes, she was no longer in her bedroom. It was warm, a heat that she had not experienced in a long time, and looking up, she saw a store sign: Perfumaria Carioca.

"Carioca? Rio de Janeiro?"

**

Beto is a journalist, he's covering the revelry on the street parties, making him the only one wearing tailored trousers, a button up shirt, and a tie. The heat was almost unbearable, but he wanted to be professional anyway. He only had to endure it until that night, when he was going to the Gente Fina club with his little girlfriend, Beatriz.

"Beto! Enough working!" Ulisses, his best friend, followed his mate through the carnaval.

"It's for the cover of the newspaper! And I still have to write the article, there's no partying for me today," Beto started taking pictures with his camera. He took several photos until his lenses focused on the disoriented lady on the street who wore the strangest costume he had ever seen. "Ulisses… check that out."

"Who's the dolly?"

Lydia has long wavy purple and blue hair, she wore a Panic! At The Disco tank top, a short pink skirt inspired by Avril Lavigne, belt full of dangling chains, a black tie in a loose knot around her neck, gigantic earrings shaped like lightning bolts besides several rings and bracelets in the same style, ripped tights, and black combat boots with silver spikes.

"Oh for fuck's sake…" she mumbled. "Not even the Doctor's TARDIS got his destination so wrong! What the fuck is this?"

"Look what a babe," a man came closer. "Showing the bra straps, how naughty!"

"Leave me alone," she tried to pull away.

"No sweetheart, you're so fly, come party with us," another man joined the first.

Beto noticed the commotion and the lady trying to get away from a group of men who surrounded her trying to get lucky, so he ran to help.

"Leave the lady alone!" He shouted, but before he could do anything, Lydia threw a punch and knocked one of the men down, sending the others running. Her rings made the impact even worse. "Jesus…"

"What? You want some?" She raised her hand and he backed off.

"I- I just wanted to help, please don't hit me!" Beto laughed. "You really served that scoundrel a knuckle sandwich. I think you broke his nose."

"I'm so sorry, I was all nervous and I thought you were gonna try something too."

In that brief moment, Lydia saw all the kindness in that man's brown eyes. Beto is tall, taller than her (which has always been hard to find), sharp jawline, freckles, and blonde hair. So handsome.

"No, not at all, I am here to work, my name is Roberto-"

"Sorry for the odd question, but… what year is this?"

"Year? Are you drunk? Do you need any help?"

"No, I'm fine. I just wanted to know."

"Well, it's 1958," he chuckled as if it was obvious.

"Bloody hell!" She screamed in terror and ran off. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Wait! What's your name?" Beto tried to follow, but the lady had already disappeared in the crowd.

Ulisses ran to meet his friend, dumbfounded by the scene that just unfolded in front of him.

"Did you see how amazing?" Beto smiled.

"The girl is the bee's knees. She was about to land you a punch too!"

"The most beautiful girl I've ever seen, more beautiful than Audrey Hepburn, than Marilyn Monroe, than Dorothy Dandridge. This dolly has something about her, Ulisses, did you hear the cute accent? If she wanted to, she could be a star."

"She doesn't go unnoticed, what was that costume? I've never seen a carnaval costume like that, let alone that wig."

"It wasn't a wig, that was her hair."

"Impossible, how come? Is she a mermaid or something?" Ulisses laughed.

"I'm starting to think so."

**

Lydia walked around the streets of Rio not knowing how she ended up there, and worse… the other shoe dropped. She would never see Nathan again, nor her friends, her parents weren't even born yet, and she had no way of going back ever. She was stranded and alone forever.

"Like I was touched by a Weeping Angel," she frowned and sat on the curb with her suitcase.

"An angel?" A woman stopped in front of her.

The woman was beautiful, her dark skin was almost shimmering in the sunlight and her hairdo was just spectacular.

"Nothing, I was thinking out loud."

"What pretty hair you have, doll! Can I have a closer look?" She asked.

"Of course."

"My name is Glória Regina, but you can call me Glorinha. I'm in beauty school and I've never seen hair like yours. Where did you find such colorful dye?"

"If I told you, you'd never believe me… so to make a long story short, it's from London. I've just arrived from there. I'm Lydia by the way, Lydia Bellamy."

"Pleasure to meet you, and welcome to Rio."

"Thanks," she laughed sarcastically. "I wasn't meant to be here, I got the destination wrong. And I had to punch some idiot already who tried to chat me up… the reception has been pretty warm."

"Oh poor thing! Look at your hand! Come with me, doll, I'll take you to the inn to get some ice. I live at a Copacabana inn for ladies, you'll like it there."

"Do you know if there's any vacancy? I don't have a place to stay and I only have pounds on me."

"Of course, Mrs. Iolanda always finds space."

At the inn, Mrs. Iolanda was yelling at her daughter, Ana Maria, as always because of the outfit she chose to wear to the carnaval party at the Gente Fina club, which would happen in a few hours.

"You are going like this over my dead body, girl! What are people gonna say? That you don't have a mother!" Iolanda chased her daughter around the living room. "Fix this skirt!"

"But mom! All the girls are wearing it like this!" Ana Maria whined and as soon as she saw Glorinha enter with Lydia, she pointed. "Look! Look at the skirt that girl is wearing, it's much shorter than mine!"

"This new generation is a lost cause…" Iolanda murmured seeing the state of the girl. "Young lady, what happened to you? Why are your tights all ripped like this? Was it an accident?"

"No, I bought them like this," Lydia chuckled.

"Then someone played you, sweetheart."

"Mrs. Iolanda, Lydia needs a place to stay and some ice for her hand. Some rogues tried to take advantage of her," Glorinha explained.

"Of course… no offense, my darling, but look at your clothes! Not even at the beach I see girls showing so much skin," she went to get the ice. "We do have a room, it's a little cheaper if you pay for the whole month. Breakfast is included in the price and the other meals are paid separately."

"Yes, of course, I think I'll pay for the whole month since I don't have a way back home," Lydia sighed, letting Iolanda place the ice on her hand. "Do you take pounds?"

"Pounds? British pounds?"

"Yes, I just arrived from England."

"Of course!" Her eyes lit up when she imagined how fancy she would seem going to exchange pounds for cruzeiros at the bank. "I just need to check the conversion rate so I don't end up at a loss… not to sound greedy, but nobody gives me anything!"

[softshrimpy]

How To Woo A Hot Principal

Chapter 1/?: Step 1- Shameless Flirting

Summary: Working at the weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-worked. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came it Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

I’m just in love with Larissa Weems and a silly bitch. I hope you enjoy ✨🦐

Chapter 2

Cross posted to AO3 Here

HTWAHP Masterlist

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“Just because I like older women does not mean I’m a homewrecker.”

“Huh, interesting.”

“You’re telling me you’ve known me for three months now and this whole time you thought I was out here waiting to ruin a marriage?”

“In my defence-“

“I can’t believe this, I thought we were friends Kingston. Now I have to rethink everything.” You sighed, dramatically.

“You’re the most dramatic person I’ve ever met.” He chuckles.

You slap him with your cloth, scoffing at his comment before going back to cleaning the coffee machine.

You had been in Jericho for a total of three and a half months. It was a quaint little town, a bit hyper-focused on their pilgrim ancestry but not the worst small town you’d experienced. You had been working at the Weathervane since you’d arrived, enjoying the routine it provided and the socializing. That was where you had met James Kingston (A British man disguised as a regular person in your professional opinion. I mean what kind of name is James Kingston anyway?). The two of you had become fast friends, partly due to the work you did and partly because he found you hilarious and you found him tolerable. (this is a lie, you love him dearly.)

Working as a barista meant you got to know most of the residents of Jericho quite quickly. Some you found infinitely more interesting than others.

“Oh look its your lady crush.” James comments, wheezing when you whip around from what you were doing to stare out the window.

“Shut up, I just- I respect a woman in power that’s all.”

“Oh I’m sure its all respect in that filthy brain of yours when you think of her.”

“Fuck off.” You laughed, hurrying to the register when you saw her coming through the door.

“Good morning miss Weems.” You greeted, doing your best to shut your heart up and give her a relatively normal smile.

“How many times have I told you to call me Larissa darling.” She smiles, much to the chagrin of your heart-calming plans.

“She’s a bit slow this one.” James jokes, earning him a swift kick on the shin.

“Your usual, Larissa?” You ask.

She nods, chuckling at the two of you before moving to sit at one of the booths. Larissa came around often enough, usually in the mornings, you assumed before the academy day officially started. Sometimes she’d come around after dropping one of the students at Dr Kinbotts. You lived for the times she stopped by, almost always kicking James off the register if he was stationed there just to talk to her. So yes, you had a massive crush on the woman. But honestly? Who could blame you? She was a goddess among you mere mortals and you were simply relishing in her heavenly presence when you could.

Christ, you were a useless gay.

You finished making her usual, quickly doodling a small flower next to her name before taking it to her. You place it down on the table with a flourish, bowing dramatically.

“Your coffee my fair lady.”

She chuckles, shaking her head at your antics before standing, coffee in hand.

“Thank you, y/n. You always make my mornings delightful.” She hums, squeezing your arm as she leaves.

You watch as she goes, a dreamy smile on your face, before proudly strutting back behind the counter. James giggles at you earning him yet another smack with the towel.

The rest of your day is pretty mundane. Dr Kinbott stops by at around 12 for her usual. The sheriff comes around and gets an Americano to go (You suspect he’s actually just checking on Tyler.) Throughout the day you’re giddy thanks to Larissa. You often find yourself daydreaming about what it would be like to see her more often. You think perhaps you might actually implode if she were to ever have more than a two-minute conversation with you. You finish up the day with Tyler, letting him leave before closing up. All in all, a regular day in Jericho.

You were working your regular Saturday shift when Larissa arrived, looking rather upset. She placed her order and sat down at a booth, pulling out her laptop and getting to work. You made sure to put a little extra sugar in her coffee and grabbed one of the choc chip cookies before bringing it to her. You placed it down on her table, earning a mumbled thanks as she picked up the coffee. It took her a moment to notice the cookie, but when she did she glanced up at you questioningly.

“It’s on the house. You look like you’re having a shitty day so I thought you could use a little something to make your day a bit better.” You smiled, clasping your hands behind your back.

“You really are too kind to me,” she mumbled, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Pffft, Nah. You deserve it.” You brushed her off. You took a moment before speaking again. “I know we don’t know each other that well but uh if you want to talk I’m here. And I can give brilliant commentary, no advice though, I’d probably encourage murder or something equally illegal.”

She laughs, covering her mouth with her hand. You think her laugh might be one of your favourite sounds.

“That’s very sweet, but aren’t you busy with your work?” she asks.

At that, you throw your apron off and over your shoulder and sit down across from her.

“Galpin’s pretty competent, plus he owes me one anyway. So spill.”

She considers you for a moment, before heaving a sigh.

“The academy is receiving a new student next week.” She starts. “Which under usual circumstances would be fantastic, however, this student happens to be the daughter of… an ex-paramour of mine.” She mumbles, almost drawing in on herself.

“Did they do something awful that made you break up with them?” you ask.

“No actually, uh she broke up with me…for the man that is now her husband.”

You stare at her for a moment, mouth agape.

“You’re telling me someone chose to walk away from you? But you’re- I mean you’re gorgeous and smart and- was she blind?? Was she dumb?? I mean obviously, she was but… what.”

She chuckles at your outburst, cheeks flushing slightly.

“Yes, well, they seem very happy together. And I’m sure she’ll rub that in my face in some offhand way. And she’ll make jokes about me marrying my job because ‘no one else would want me�� which I-I mean it’s not- that’s not why I’m so devoted to the school!”

“She sounds like a bitch.” You comment, “I can throw hot coffee at her if that’ll make you feel better?”

“You’re very sweet but that’s assault darling.”

“I’d literally kill a man for you no questions asked, assault is nothing.”

She chuckles, swatting at your arm before sighing again and dropping her head into her hands.

“Well, look, I don’t know who your ex is, the stupid bitch, but you have become a talented, successful, absolutely gorgeous woman. So, no matter what happened between you or what she does whenever you see her, know that she’s just a jealous, silly old hag who could never be half as brilliant as you are.”

She stares at you at that, her eyes bright. You wait for her to say something, feeling yourself get more nervous the longer she stays silent. You play with your fingers, thinking perhaps you went too far and have now fucked any and all chances of having even a friendship with this gorgeous woman.

You stand up, pull your apron back on and do your best not to overthink every word you’ve said.

“Uhm, sorry, have-have a great day Larissa.” You mumble turning to walk away.

Suddenly she grabs your wrist, stopping you and turning you around. She stands up, towering over you. She looks down at you, a dazzling smile on her face. And then, by the gods, she bends down and presses a kiss to your cheek, and hot fucking damn you almost spontaneously combust on the spot. You stare up at her, awestruck and definitely blushing madly.

“Thank you, y/n” she smiles. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

And with that, she squeezes your wrist, giving you a dazzling smile and leasing the coffee shop. You watch after her like a lovesick puppy, heart racing.

You’re absolutely whipped for this woman.

Larissa didn’t come around for the next few days. But you knew she was a busy woman, she had things to do. You definitely weren’t considering changing your name and fleeing the country thinking she now didn’t want to see your face again after what you said and her thanking you was just because she felt awkward. Definitely not.

You found yourself glancing out the window every five minutes or perking up whenever the bell above the door would ring, only to deflate when it wasn’t Larissa walking in. You were busy wiping down one of the tables when James appeared at your side.

“My bestie in Christ, you know I love you, but you currently look like an abandoned puppy.”

“I do not,” you scoff.

“Sure, sure... Oh hey, Larissa!”

You whip around faster than you’ve ever moved in your life, coming face to face with an empty doorway. You scowl as you hear James wheeze next to you.

“Don’t forget we work with hot coffee. And accidents happen, Kingston.”

He laughs at your threat, patting your shoulder as he heads back to the counter. You continue working for a while before James pipes up again.

“Oh damn. Good morning miss Weems.”

“That’s it, give me the boiling water I’m giving you the wicked witch of the west treatment.”

“Now why would you be burning your friend at the mention of my name?” a velvet voice speaks from behind you.

You spin around on the spot, gaping at the woman behind you. There she stands, all tall and gorgeous and dreamy. You feel yourself blushing as you try to stand straighter and lean on the table you were cleaning. Unfortunately, you did such a great job that you slip and all but fall on your ass. You’re tempted once again to throw boiling water on James as he cackles at you. Larissa, the kind goddess she is, rushes over and offers you a hand.

When she pulls you up you realize you greatly underestimated how close she would be as you’re now toe to toe with her, staring up at her, cheeks aflame. She smiles down at you, her hand still holding yours as her other arm settles on your waist. You’re barely breathing at this point and then she has the audacity to flash you the cutest smile.

You take your chance to take her in up close, knowing you’ll probably never get this close to the goddess ever again. You notice the crow’s feet at the edge of her eyes and the slight bags under them she tried to hide with makeup. You also notice she smells absolutely fucking divine, you can’t quite pinpoint what it is but it suits her so well. You know you’re staring and you should stop, but you can’t help it.

“You should be more careful, sweetheart.” She murmurs, her eyes sparkling. “I wouldn’t want my favourite barista getting hurt.”

You’re still gaping at her, your brain turned to mush at the way she spoke, low and velvety. You open your mouth to speak but can’t seem to find anything clever to say, for once. Something she takes full advantage of.

“What’s wrong darling? Cat got your tongue?” she whispers, and oh god is she getting closer? She looks closer.

You’re startled back into the waking world when James accidentally drops something, the loud clanging making you jump back from the woman in front of you, heart racing and body flushed. Larissa drops her hands from their hold on you, stepping back slightly. You internally whimper at the loss of her touch and then immediately internally scold yourself for being so uselessly gay.

“So uh, how-how has everything been? I haven’t uh seen you around lately.” You commented, sliding behind the counter and getting started on her drink.

“It’s certainly been an eventful few days, to say the least.“ she sighed, leaning onto the counter.

“Well, you were dearly missed at our humble café.” You remark, placing her drink in front of her.

She chuckles at that taking a sip of her drink before letting out a relaxed sigh.

“God I could’ve used this yesterday.”

“The drink or my riveting conversation?” you joke.

“Perhaps both.” She hums.

“Well, I mean we could always deliver to your office on the days you can’t get here.” James offers, grinning at you.

“Oh no, I wouldn’t want to cause any trouble-” Larissa starts.

“It wouldn’t be any trouble at all. Isn’t that right?” he comments elbowing you suggestively.

“Oh! No of course it would- I would be honoured- I mean it would be my pleasure Larissa really.” You manage, giddy at the prospect of delivering her coffee every day.

“Really you don’t have to go through any extra fuss for me we have coffee at Nevermore so I-“

“You’re worth the fuss though.” You say, and then immediately want to shoot yourself for speaking aloud.

Silence falls between the three of you, Larissa looking shocked, James at a loss and you mentally preparing what to put on your tombstone. It’s a while before Larissa speaks.

“Well, when you put it like that how can I say no hm?”

“So, I get to deliver you coffee every day?” you grin, tapping the counter a few times in excitement.

“If that’s what you want, sweetheart. You can bring it to my office, I’ll expect you before nine.” She hums, turning to leave.

“Yes ma’am! I won’t let you down” you respond, giving her a mock salute.

She chuckles, waving at you and waits a fucking second did she just fucking wink at you?? Oh, Jesus on skates your life just keeps getting better and better. As soon as she’s outside and gone from view you all but squeal, throwing yourself at James.

[hersweetrevenge]

corey cunningham x roger allen: relationship headcanons

i've become unreasonably invested in this pairing, and feel the need to explain myself lol. i think a relationship between corey and mr allen is fundamentally very complex and problematic, while also being an all american story of infidelity and youth.

WARNING for corey cunningham x mr allen, age gap relationship, smut, unprotected sex, infidelity/cheating, implied sex work, mildly implied child abuse (corey and his mom), murder, violence and child death. 3.8k word count.

pre-accident

their relationship is sort of like a subversion of the "lonely wife has an affair with the pool boy", but instead it's the "white collar husband has an affair with the boy who mows their lawn".

no matter how many times roger tells corey to call him roger, corey pretty much always says mr allen.

when corey first starts doing yard work, he put flyers (printed at the library) in the letterboxes through the nicer neighbourhoods in haddonfield.

joan is not happy about it. she wants corey at home, with her, always. but he's been getting a lot of big idead lately about college and independence and she is not happy. not one bit.

he meets the allens when they call the number he left and ask if he can come by at the weekend to talk about what he can help with.

corey got a crush first, almost as soon as he first met the allens, but roger was the one to instigate the affair, after a couple of months.

to begin with, roger thinks corey is a well-meaning but awkward kid, clearly not used to speaking to people that much. there's a sort of boyish confidence that comes through now and then, when he's talking about something he knows well. as time goes by roger starts to wonder -- when corey takes his shirt off in the heat, he must know what he's doing, right?

both of them are bisexual. roger experimented in college and was comfortable in his identity, but isn't really open about it since he got married. corey is still figuring himself out when the affair starts, but he's had a lot of crushes on both men, especially older men, and women.

[contrary to my original fic] i actually think corey was 20 when he starts working for the allens, while roger is in his mid 40s.

roger starts an affair for the classic, all american reason: his marriage has gotten boring. he wants an affair with someone younger and more exciting who will let him play out his fantasy of still being in his prime.

i don't think he has sinister or malicious intentions when he "seduces" corey. maybe he's just defending his own actions, but corey is an adult, if he didn't want to do anything then he wouldn't, right? corey clearly has a crush, right?

corey really, genuinely respects the allens' marriage.

not only does corey respect the allens as a couple (the ideal american marriage when compared with his mom and ronald), but he also really respects roger. i don't think (at that point) corey would "whore himself out" for a man he didn't respect.

deep down, corey is aware of how this all looks. he knows he's being a homewrecker.

but another part of him feels like he's doing something good. if roger was going to cheat, surely it's better that he does it with corey, than with someone else who doesn't care about his marriage.

another motivation for why corey gives in so easily is that his life is so controlled and there is so much pressure on him, he just wants an outlet to forget about everything. think gifted kid to dumbification kink pipeline.

he doesn't want to think about anything at all, and roger makes it so he doesn't have to. makes it so that his mind is empty and all he has to do is lie there and let himself feel good. it's an offer he won't can't pass up.

roger used to watch corey do yard work from the kitchen window, when he was at home. the sight made him stay home on the weekend a lot more.

even though a lot of their affair is based on convenience, roger can very much see how handsome corey is.

roger loves making corey laugh, because his laugh loud and childish. and he means it to, roger can tell he isn't faking.

mrs allen is rarely mentioned, beyond whether she is home or not, and where she is if she isn't home. both of them have a guilty conscience about her.

roger starts to wonder, is corey like this with everyone he works for? does he put on an elaborate act of "awkward, blushing virgin" -- is he actually sleeping with all the people he does yard work for? and he acts all innocent because he knows it gets people going?

corey understands he's being used. he knows this isn't a "relationship" and roger definitely isn't going to leave his family for him or anything like that, they're not going to be together, so he tells himself that he's just going to enjoy it while it lasts.

but in saying that, corey definitely fell in love a little bit.

corey's isn't your "classic" attention whore, but he is one all the same. he never had a dad and now this older man is showing him a lot of (special) attention? he'll do anything to keep it.

what can he say, he has some intense daddy issues. being wanted by an older man satiates that for a while.

plus it makes him feel like he has some control in his life. and makes him feel like an adult where he doesn't at home. it feels so grown up to have an affair.

roger doesn't know everything about corey's home life, but he thinks he understands, from what corey tells him when he's feeling vulnerable. he knows corey is lonely and stressed; a resentful momma's boy.

corey tells him about his college plans; he wants to be an engineer, wants to go to a school in chicago. if anything, roger feels an affection for him. he wants corey to find a better life for himself.

in all honesty, corey doesn't really know much about roger either. he sees him as this ideal family man, father figure and partner. he's so caught up in that, and so validated by his attention, that he forget he doesn't really know him. he knows one side of him.

roger still pays corey money for doing "yard work". corey does still do that, to keep up appearances, but he's less thorough than he used to be. they both know what the money is really for.

corey tells himself he doesn't care about the money. he needs it, but that's not what he's having this affair for.

he's selling himself (or letting himself be bought) for affection more than money.

subconsciously, it does mess him up a little bit though.

roger's thoughts about corey possibly putting on an act lose all their credit after the first few times they do anything. there's no way corey is faking this sort of earnest inexperience.

because corey is very nervous and shy at first. he's so inexperienced and he doesn't want to embarrass himself. mostly he just let's roger do whatever he wants to him.

they always have their trysts at the allen house.

at first it's at the weekend when corey is there to do the yard and mrs allen and jeremy aren't at home, but then roger starts inviting corey around more, still when mrs allen and jeremy are out (lucky for them, his wife and child have busy social lives).

roger starts finding more time to be at home when corey can be there, working from home when he can. think blow jobs while on a zoom meeting.

roger drinks heineken, pretty much all of their hook ups begin with them having a drink, even before corey hits 21.

corey's about to get a pavlov response to the sound of beer bottles clinking together.

the first few times, they only kiss. then it gets more hot and heavy, dry humping and grinding, a hand job here and there. roger teaches corey how to give head. he fingers him to get him used to the feeling because he's never done this before. they stay in the kitchen or on the couch.

the first time corey ever sucked dick, it took him a while to take it down all the way, even with roger guiding him through it.

his eyes water and roger wipes away the tears that spill over, his other hand always in his hair.

he gets good though, very good, even though he's nervous every time. roger secretly likes that nervous look, it's such a contrast to how he actually takes it like a champ. call him the king of sloppy toppy. and he always swallows.

the first time corey got a blow job he cried. just like he did with all of his other firsts. it's actually kind of rare that roger gives corey head. corey'd rather give than receive with oral, he thinks, but really roger is just kind of selfish.

roger took corey's virginity. sometimes he even feels guilty about it.

corey cried. he tried not to, he really did, but he couldn't help it. the stretch was more than he expected, even with a lot of prep and he'd never felt so full before.

("just the tip," roger had promised, to see if he could take it. it felt okay, corey had nodded to keep going but didn't realise how overwhelming it'd be)

roger pets his hair, kisses his temple, strokes his dick to try and and calm him down. it starts feeling good, really good and too much all at once.

condoms? never heard if them. it's not like roger can knock him up and they're both clean so roger never even suggests it.

corey loses his virginity in the allens' bed. after that, they pretty much always do it in the bedroom.

missionary is their usual position, though sometimes corey rides cowgirl because roger likes seeing him do all the work to get himself there.

roger doesn't really do dirty talk, corey seems too innocent for that sort of thing (in the beginning anyway). he does dole out the praise though.

"good boy" "you're so good for me" "you're taking me so well, look at you" "it's okay, i've got you"

their sex life is pretty vanilla to be honest. roger isn't into anything particularly kinky, and corey hasn't figured himself out that far yet.

the thrill of "we shouldn't be doing this" is enough.

while praise is the main thing corey likes, he's also into overstimulation (once he deals with the actually overwhelming aspect of the first few time), something like dumbification (without the more objectifying aspects), and he is more than willing to do a little bit of begging. roger tries a little bit of teasing degradation on occasion, but corey doesn't like it that much; he doesn't want to feel like he's doing something wrong or he isn't good enough.

the riskiest thing they ever did was have a quickie while jeremy was at home. corey was there to do the yard (and more), but jeremy is unexpectedly at home because his playdate got cancelled. jeremy is playing upstairs in his room and when corey comes back inside from the garden, mr allen corners him in the kitchen.

he nudges corey up onto the counter, a hand going down the front of his shorts.

corey whimpers and shakes his head, "jeremy's --"

"upstairs," mr allen finishes his sentence for him, "he won't be down for a while - kids and their computers- don't worry about it."

slowly corey starts to get more comfortable and confident during their escapades, he leans into what he knows roger wants. someone young and playful who can give him a run for his money, but who will always give in, in the end.

he starts having fun, like he's playing the role of someone more confident and sexy and teasing.

roger sometimes sends him upstairs to get ready while he grabs them some beers and locks the front door. corey does as he's told, stripping off and laying in mr allen's bed and when he walks in, corey smiles at the older man, legs spread wantonly, "see anything you like?"

roger is initially surprised at how malleable and easy corey is to manhandle when he wants to be. roger is taller by a few inches, but corey had broad shoulders and broad hips, he isn't waifish by any means. roger likes how boyishly masculine corey is.

corey is very, very good at keeping secrets. he's so used to his mom's snooping and meddling that he's perfected the art of hiding things from her. and really, who else is he going to tell?

the hardest part is hiding any marks on his skin. corey is carefully not to leave any on roger, but roger doesn't always extend the same courtesy.

joan has an annoying habit of just walking into corey's room, or even the bathroom while he's in the shower, without knocking to collect his washing or talk to him or interrogate him, so he has to be careful she doesn't see anything like a hickey ln his neck or bruises on his hips or else he'll never, ever hear the end of it.

corey is a stickler for punctuality. he is always home in time for dinner. there have been a few close calls where they lost track of time and corey needed to bike hard as hell to get home on time.

a random thing corey was unnecessarily embarrassed about was that he only wears tighty-whiteys, and not even a good brand, they are classic fruit of the loom. roger literally doesn't care, it's even kind of endearing. and the darker part of him gets a thrill out of it, knowing corey's mom still buys and probably washes his underwear while corey is here getting his brains fucked out.

speaking of that darker side of roger. he knows corey is an adult, capable of making his own decisions, but there's something about him being so dependent that does something to him.

[i'm not sure if i really believe they'd go this far, but i don't think it's out of the realm of possibility] roger takes corey out of town for a dirty weekend. corey lies to his mom, roger lies to theresa.

this dirty weekend is a turning point for their sex life.

with no time constraints, they go so many rounds they start losing count.

still nothing particularly wild, but things mrs allen wouldn't do.

corey already fulfilled one of those things for him, of course. theresa would never let him do anal.

the rest are more mundane things, like doggy style and wake up blow jobs and shower sex. even just the sense of free use that means they keep going and going and going.

corey isn't delusional (he swears he isn't), but he turns off his brain for the weekend and imagines this is his real life. with roger spending money like it was nothing, on a fancy as fuck hotel room and hundreds of dollars of room service, and having all the time in the world to laze around in bed watching movies and having zero expectations placed on him.

the boldest and hottest thing corey did on that trip was pull roger's wedding ring off with his teeth when he put his fingers in his mouth to get wet. even corey doesn't know what possessed him to do that, but the way roger practically fold him in half to fuck him afterwards, he's glad for the divine inspiration.

that is also the first time they literally sleep together after having sex, and they end up getting, perhaps dangerously, sentimental. corey just wants to be held and roger is much too gentle with him for someone who claims this is just a casual fling.

in corey's fantasies when he's alone in bed, he gets off on the forbidden nature of the affair, but it never really translates to their actual encounters.

he thinks about how he does things for mr allen that mrs allen wouldn't, thinks about saying it one day because he knows it'd drive roger crazy.

"i bet your wife doesn't feel this good, does she?" "she doesn't moan like i do" "she doesn't let you ruin her".

he'd never say any of that out loud, and it leads to some of his meaner and more delusional daydreams.

selfish. corey knows deep down that he's selfish. He doesn't want to think about mrs allen or jeremy, and he wants to be mr allen's one and only. he'd let mr allen do anything to him and he knows he'd love him so well if he got the chance.

but that is never going to happen, of course. corey knows that.

corey swings between those selfish daydreams and feeling guilty. mrs allen is really nice, he doesn't want to wreck her marriage. but is it really hurting anyone, if no one ever finds out?

the final time they fuck before the accident was on the weekend before halloween.

neither of them showed any indication of wanting to stop anytime soon. if it weren't for the accident, the affair could have gone on for months more, maybe even a year -- until corey went to college.

everything that weekend was normal, their usual routine. corey raked some leaves and then got railed.

if only they knew that would be their last time, maybe they could have savoured it.

roger is the one who suggests calling corey on halloween when their babysitter cancels on them. theresa is sceptical -- she doesn't know corey that well -- but roger makes a convincing case.

he knows corey is a good, responsible kid, and it's only for a few hours. he trusts corey.

post-accident

after the accident, they never speak. roger barely even says anything while they wait for the ambulance and the cops.

the trial is long and roger watches corey but they never interact beyond being in the same courtroom.

theresa had yelled at him outside the courthouse and roger had just held her, watching as ronald acted as a buffer between corey and anyone who tried to get close, mostly the press. he bundles him in the back of their car before they start the long drive back to warren county.

a horrible, selfish part of roger is relieved that corey never told anyone about the affair. no one who mattered anyway. he might of told his therapist, but nothing could would come of it now, he thinks.

as it happens, corey never did tell anyone. not his therapist, not the cops, certainly not his mother.

he doesn't think anyone would believe him, even if he did.

roger sees corey around town. a lot. sometimes he thinks about talking to him, but he holds steady. corey killed his son, he tells himself.

(jeremy's death is the penance he has to pay for his infidelity, he thinks)

corey takes the "break up" really hard. not only is he wracked with guilt over jeremy's death, but in a single moment, his relationship with roger is over. all that attention and affection and comfort, even just having someone to alleviate the physical need of getting off, is gone.

when mrs allen rips into him at the bar, corey's stomach drops thinking she might of found out about the affair in the years since. but no, she just hasn't forgiven him for killing her baby.

the first time they speak in four years is when roger picks corey up the morning after he meets michael.

corey isn't thinking clearly. something happened to him, something that changed everything.

roger hasn't spoken to him in years, but corey knows what he wants. it's the only thing he ever wanted from him.

he's resentful that roger tries to act like he doesn't want sex, then still feels resentful when it turns out he does.

where once corey had been shy and virginal, now he doesn't care. he's not been with anyone for a long time, something is happening to him that he doesn't understand and he wants, just for a while, to have something familiar. so he just lets himself let go.

part of him is trying to process his sudden and dangerous attraction to michael, by going back to his "first love", safe and familiar mr allen.

roger is meaner now. if corey can be -- bringing up theresa in the way he does -- then so can he. he's been through a lot. he deserves to take it out on corey, especially when corey is offering himself up.

it's rough and roger knows it must hurt, at least a little bit, but corey doesn't slow down.

when corey sleeps with allyson, he thinks about how different it is this way around. wonders if this is how it felt for mr allen when he fucked him.

post-michael

corey has absolutely nothing left to lose. a combination of stress and past trauma and an untreated concussion causes him to snap.

after killing those kids -- those fucking kids -- and that dj and his momma, and with michael in tow, he finds mr allen one more time.

(he begs michael to stay outside, he wants to do this one all on his own)

he knocks on the door, "can i talk to you?", roger lets him in, because what's the harm.

corey says everything he wishes he'd said before, that morning when mr allen picked him up and they fucked in that empty lot.

he screams and yells and blames everything on roger. getting more and more nonsensical as he goes on. working himself up to just do it --

"-- it's all your fault, everything that happened is because of you. you only asked me to babysit because you'd been fucking me behind your wife's back and you knew i'd drop everything to help you, you knew i'd do it and - and i did and then everything went wrong and - and it's your fault and you never fucking loved me, you never --"

roger thinks corey is having a mental breakdown (which in a way, he very much is)

so he just stands there and takes it, letting corey get out whatever he needs to before he can take him home to his mom or call the cops or whatever.

corey takes a deep breath and leans forward. pulls roger to him and kisses him. it's messy and desperate. corey's hands twisted in roger's shirt.

then, so much like that first kill, corey stabs him. the blood gushes over his hand and roger gasps like he's been winded.

corey doesn't break the kiss, though roger isn't even an active participant anymore. he pulls his hand back and stabs him again. and again. and again.

he only pulls away when roger crumples, unable to hold his own weight. blood pools around corey's feet on the cream carpet.

corey wipes the tears from his face that he didn't even notice had fallen and goes back outside to find michael.

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

🧨 I can’t imagine there’s a hc that is unexpected with javi and bestie! 😂

🧨 An Unexpected Headcanon

Warnings: period, pregnancy, disappointment, angst.

One Month After Javier Goes to Colombia; 10 Years Ago; Laredo, Texas

You go through the motions of work, Chucho has finally gotten through to you and convinced you to eat, shower, and return to work. And you had to admit it was helping. The gaping wound leftover by Javi was still painful but it was unbearable. You’d been feeling a bit under the weather and the pain in your stomach wasn’t making your mood any better.

“Cover for me,” you tell Charlotte with a pained smile and walk back towards the bathroom. You close the door behind you and sit to do your business when you notice a familiar red stain, your period had finally come.

You cover your mouth and the sob escapes your chest. Being two weeks late had given the bloom of hope in your chest that while Javi had abandoned you, maybe you would have a piece of him. After all that night the last thing you were worried about was protection.

“Boss?” Charlotte knocks on the door and you stifle the sobs, grabbing a wad of toilet paper and wiping your eyes.

“Coming!” you call back, grabbing another wad and shoving them into your panties before pulling up your pants. You wash your hands quickly and open the door seeing Charlotte there with a worried look on her face. “What’s the matter?”

“Uhm, it’s uhm,” she shuffles her feet, “Lorraine’s sister is here, she wants a full refund for the wedding flowers.”

Your stomach drops and you feel even more sick as you wipe your eyes and check yourself in the mirror to make sure you look presentable. “How do I look?”

She grimaces and you let out a watery laugh before giving her shoulder a squeeze and walking back to the front. Lorraines sister is five years older with the same long blonde curls. “Loretta? My assistant said you needed to speak with me about the flowers for the wedding?”

She looks around the room and smiles when she sees it empty before lowering her sunglasses to the brim of her nose. “Yes, now listen here you homewrecker, my sister may have told that piece of shit Peña she would keep your dirty little secret but I know what you did.” You stomach bottoms out and you feel the bile rise up your throat but you stand your ground.

“I want a full refund for the flowers. It’s the least you could do after you ruined her life, you don’t need her money too.”

You nod, silent and pull out your binder of paid invoices. It’s a large order, more than half of Laredo was invited and when you open the register you know you don’t have enough in cash here. “I can give you half, but then I’ll need to run to the bank to get the rest,” your voice is barely more than a whisper.

“Then go,” she taps her fire engine red heel on the floor glaring at you, “I’ll wait while you go get it. I never want to step foot in this store again.”

You nod and walk back over to Charlotte who is trying her best to look like she heard nothing. Bless her. “I need to run to the bank, can you watch the store?”

“Yeah boss,” she mumbles and you turn heading back towards the front when she grabs your hand. You turn and she pulls you in for a tight hug, whispering in your ear. “Lorraine was a moron, anyone could see how much he loved you. I won’t tell a soul.”

Tears burn your eyes and you nod squeezing her back tightly before heading quickly out past a seething Loretta and over to the bank. And to Charlottes credit, she never spoke a word of it ever again.

[rpd-rookie]

Hi! I saw that you're requests are open so i decided to write mine lol. How about the reader being jealous of Ada Wong because she thinks Leon still has feelings for her? And then Leon confesses to the reader and reassures her he only sees Ada as a friend(at best). Just some angst and fluff basically. Thank you!

There it is. I hope I won’t disappoint. ;-) It’s angst. It’s fluff. You’ve been warned. 

Blue Is His Favourite Colour - Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Sitting there in your blue dress, you were staring at the woman in red in front of you, scrutinizing her with - what you hoped - was an expressionless look as she was calmly drinking a cup of coffee, her legs crossed like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct.   But the truth was, if looks could kill then the one you were giving right now would be the deadliest. You were not only looking daggers at her. No you were looking an entire arsenal right now (rocket launcher included), feeling an intense jealousy eating you up more and more with each second passing in her presence.     But that didn’t make Ada Wong drop her serene demeanour nor her over-confidence.

“That’s a good coffee.” You frowned at her sultry voice that was nothing else than her usual voice, you were sure of it. After all, that woman was oozing so much sexiness it was making you sick. “But I guess you didn’t pretend to be Leon to just chitchat with me around an espresso.”           “What’s going on between you and Leon?” She smiled and placed her cup on the coffee table before her, fixing her beautiful almond-shaped black eyes on you.     A scoff escaped her lips showing how amusing this situation was for her. But you wisely chose to ignore it. The woman in front of you was the kind that loved playing games. It didn’t take a genius to see it. It was part of her femme fatale persona. “You look way younger than I imagined. Guess that explains your insecurity.” You gritted your teeth at her commentary, probably because she was somewhat right. But the thing annoyed you the most was that she knew about you which meant Leon had talked to her about you. “And you look way older than what I imagined. Guess that explains the stripper dress.” You scornfully eyed at the short tight red dress she was wearing and that fitted her like a glove, not sure that this was appropriate for an afternoon coffee with a friend (which was the reason you had found to make her come here when you had texted her last week, pretending to be Leon). “That being said, you don’t answer my damn question.” “Ouch.” She grinned, not an ounce hurt by your words, before she eventually slouched a bit into the couch, knowing that you would not let her live your place without answers. You slightly glared. Even her lazy drooping posture was attractive. That was enraging. But despite your uncontrollable contempt for the woman, there was a part of you that couldn’t help but silently admit she was a very beautiful woman and that secretly wished you would look like that yourself. Even just a tiny bit. After all, you two couldn’t be more different.

Ada was the woman of all men’s dreams. Sexy, confident, mysterious. The type of girl that used to overshadow you in high school and definitely the type of woman that could outshine you even today. Who were you, wearing that baby blue dress, in front of that bombshell in a red dress? No wonder Leon had a thing for her. Cause he had, right?

“What do you want to know?” Ada asked. Finally, someone ready to talk and not treating you like a paranoid.             “The truth.” That was simple as that.       You were tired of Leon’s secrets. You were tired of him not telling you anything whatsoever about the mysterious Ada whose name was written on the silver compact powder you had accidently found in the drawer of his night stand one night when you were simply looking for a condom. But most of all, you were tired of fighting with him each time you were trying to put a conversation about her on the table.           “That might take a while. We have a lot of history. It goes back to Raccoon City.” You nodded, that sentence not coming as a surprise but tugging at your heartstrings nevertheless. Of course they had history. Had she been a one-night stand or just a simple ex-girlfriend, Leon would have never eluded all your questions about her. He would have talked about her as freely as he had talked about his previous girlfriends.     “But I strongly believe Leon would tell it better than I would. You should ask him.”

You were not stupid. You knew she wanted to hear you say it. You knew she wanted the ‘He doesn’t trust me and I don’t trust him’ speech, the crying and everything that went along with it and you were sure as hell not going to give her that satisfaction.           “Look, Y/N. You seem to be a sweet girl - a bit jealous and insecure sure, but sweet. I’m sure you’ll give Leon a flock of blue-eyed baby Kennedys playing in a garden with your golden retriever.”           “Seems like you played that scenario quite a few times in your head actually.” You spat. “I have yes. But I was never playing the role of the brood mare.” You fleered, not liking the comparison at all. But then again, Ada didn’t really exude mother material to you. “Let me guess. You were the homewrecker.”       Ada laughed, enjoying your sass a bit too much than she would have expected. “What I’m saying is that that scenario is what Leon secretly wishes. But that’s not what I wish. We’re different he and I and believe me when I say we both came to realise a long time ago that we would never work. I can’t give him what he wants. We can’t be endgame; despite the feelings we can have for each other … or had, since, judging by the feminine touch of this apartment, you must have definitely been living here for a while.”

Her long monologue barely comforted you. Actually your brain had stopped functioning at the ‘feelings we have for each other’ part. That bit had hurt like hell. Guess looking an entire arsenal at Ada Wong is useless when she has the right dagger to pierce your heart in her perfectly manicured hand.       “You’re wrong. He still has feelings for you. I can feel it in my bones.” You struggled to keep the nascent tears in your eyes, not wanting to look weak, or worse, childish.     “Y/N” Ada sighed and bent over to put a hand on your knee. Her voice was suddenly very compassionate. It surprised you. She was about to say something when the door of the apartment slammed open.

Leon barged in the living room, furious and - to your surprise - not even a bit astonished to see Ada sitting on the couch, meaning he knew that she would be here. “You can’t be serious!” He harrumphed, clearly mad at you and you couldn’t blame him. You had gone behind his back after all. “Alright. I believe it’s my cue. I’ll let you two discuss this among yourselves.” Ada stood up, took her coat and without saying another word headed towards the main door. “Thanks for calling, Ada.” Leon said as he glared at you. Of course she had told him. “Anytime.”

The door shut, leaving you and Leon in the heavy silence of your apartment. You didn’t dare to look at him, dreading to cross his eyes and most importantly fearing the inevitable argument. And right now, given the circumstances, you were certain that this one would make the walls tremble like never before. “Why would you do that, Y/N?” He sounded hurt. Was he trying to make you feel guilty? Because that was working but you didn’t need him to feel guilty right now. “Texting Ada, really? I thought you trusted me.” Those last words made you go through the roof.             “I thought you trusted me.” You repeated, probably louder than intended. “But at least you know how it feels now!”           “I know how what feels? My girlfriend spying on me?” He shouted, mimicking your tone. “That’s overstating things, don’t you think?” That was not the time for sass as Leon made it crystal just by the way he narrowed his eyes and slightly shook his head, showing how exasperated he was. “Then tell me what is it that you’ve done?”   “I went looking for the truth that you were refusing to give me. And guess what? That hurt like a bitch! Do you have any idea how I felt in front that woman?” He threw up his hands in annoyance. “You’re the one who invited her!”     “Yeah but it is your fault. I would have never asked her to come if you had been honest with me. At least, Ada told me what I wanted to know.”             “Oh, and what amazing thing did you learn?” He fixed his eyes on you with a ‘go on, give me your bullshit’ look that you found so irritable.         “Nothing very particular but the part about your ‘long history’ and your ‘feelings’ was more than enough to make me understand I was right all along and that YOU. WERE. LYING.” You pointed your finger at him to accentuate each word. But you weren’t done just yet. You needed to vent a little bit more. “She’s not ‘no one’ or ‘nothing that should concern me’! You have feelings for her.”         “ You got to be kidding me! How can you think that?”   “ Oh easy. A) we don’t keep a girl’s compact in a night stand if she means nothing.” Leon rolled his eyes, not believing you were mentioning that stupid compact again. “Here it goes again.”         “ And b) …” You weren’t even able to finish your sentence that Leon escaped the living room in the direction of your bedroom. He wasn’t leaving this fight? Right? Right?

“I’m not finished, Kennedy!” You yelled as you rushed to follow him. “Oh, but I am.” He growled as he opened the drawer of his nightstand. “I. am. fucking. done!” He said as he gritted his teeth, rummaging through the drawer. And suddenly he turned towards you and raised his hand. You covered your face by reflex and yelped when you saw Leon throw something with a brutality and a rage you had never thought he was capable of. Whatever is was, it smashed against the wall, far away from you with a loud clank. “There! Happy?” He asked with an angry voice before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him so violently that you jumped.  

You turned your head towards the object Leon had thrown against the wall to see what it was even if you had quite an idea. A tear rolled down your cheek when you saw the silver powder compact lying on the floor, completely shattered. You were not the kind of couple that would normally break things during quarrels.   You sat on the bed and took your face in your hands to cry your eyes out. This, all this Ada story had gone way too far. You had gone too far. You and your stupid jealousy. You and your insecurity.

You don’t know how long you sat there, thinking about all the things you had done and that had led your couple into this mess. But you knew that it was enough. You dried your tears and wiped the mascara that had run under your swollen reddened eyes before you eventually silently left the bedroom.     You found Leon sitting quietly in the living room, with a glass and a bottle of whisky in front of him that you stared at with guilt and sadness. Leon was only drinking when he was feeling terrible. And if he was drinking right now, then it was undeniably your fault. You went to sit by his side, putting your hand on the glass before Leon could take another mouthful of the amber-coloured liquor. “I’m sorry.” You said softly.         Leon put the drink back on the table and looked at you, his blue eyes mirroring the same sadness and pain that were in yours.     “ I just don’t get it, Y/N. Why this obsession with Ada?”           “ No, Leon. Please. I don’t wanna talk about her anymore.” You confessed, letting another tear run down your face. “Sweetheart, we have to. Cause this whole thing is killing us and I can’t bear that.” He cupped your face with his hand, wiping the tear with his calloused thumb, waiting for you to talk, to finally tell the truth.      

“I’m afraid I’m not enough for you.” You admitted, glancing away from him. “ And when I found that stupid compact, I thought … I thought…” You didn’t know what you really thought. So many things actually. That Leon was having an affair or at least that he had feelings for another woman and that you were just a pastime, someone he would leave for her sooner or later.         “… that Ada still meant something for me.” He finished your sentence when he realised you wouldn’t. You met his eyes. If this was truth time then you needed to ask. “Does she?”   Leon sighed. But he was not annoyed at you this time. No he was annoyed at himself. “No. Not anymore. Look.” He took your hands in his. “I don’t know why I kept that silly compact. Truth is I didn’t even know it was still in my nightstand until you found it.” He had told you the same thing weeks ago. He had repeated it on and on actually but this time, contrary to the previous ones, you actually believed him. “She gave me that compact years ago, at a time when yeah, I had feelings for her. I’m not gonna lie. But here me out.” He cleared his throat to find the strength to talk to you and sat up straight on the couch.       “Ada was a part of me I will never be able to forget.” That sentence was painful. It made you sob but Leon continued. You needed to hear what he had to say. “I met her in Raccoon City. She saved my life back there and she kept on saving me many times ever since. But the thing with Ada was that my feelings for her were leading me nowhere. And whatever relationship we had, it was just some cat and mouse game meaning I was running after her and she was running away. And apart from some very occasional sex, nothing ever truly happened.” You grimaced. You could have lived without knowing that. “But I was okay with that … until I met you. And I realised that whatever I was feeling for Ada was nothing in comparison to what I was feeling for you. A love that consumes me, that gives me a purpose, that makes me keep fighting everyday and want come back home every night, that make want to make this fucked up a better place. I love you, Y/N. And I should have told you all this since the very beginning.” You sniffed, looking at the sincerity and the love in his gorgeous blue eyes. “ Why didn’t you?” You asked, genuinely curious.         “ Cause I’m stupid. Cause I thought that burying my past would be better for our couple.” That was indeed stupid. Had you known all this, it would have caused the both of you less pain “But I look nothing like Ada. How can you love me?” You asked.   “ You just said it. You’re nothing like her. You’re my everything.” He grabbed your chin and laid a soft kiss on your lips that made shed a tear because of the intense love you could feel in it. “And, didn’t I tell you that blue was my favourite colour?” He joked with a wink. Good, cause as you were gazing at his eyes, you couldn’t help but think blue was also your favourite colour.

[sdvvillagers]

This is probably one of the stranger asks, but how do you think the villagers would react to someone (maybe a young tourist during the fair) being way too forward and flirtatious with them. Also, if they have them, how their spouses would react to seeing that. You definitely don't need to do this if you don't want to, or it makes you uncomfortable btw.

You’re not wrong, this is definitely one of the stranger asks I’ve received!  But I have no problem with it, I love quirky asks because that usually means they’re a lot of fun to think about and answer!  I’ll answer anything that isn’t NSFW, so you’re good.  As for the ask, I went ahead and wrote it for the middle-aged villagers (excluding the kids for obvious reasons as well as the older residents).  Enjoy!

Caroline - Quite honestly, Caroline’s flattered.  It’s been quite some time since anyone showed active interest in her.  After 20+ years of marriage to Pierre, that spark faded a long time ago.  The idea that anyone out there is showing any interest in her is strangely exhilarating.  Caroline will glance in Pierre’s direction to see if he notices and WOW he sure does.  She can see him seething as his fists clench.  It’s at this point that Caroline has gotten everything she can out of this exchange and ends it quickly.  Just seeing Pierre’s jealousy is enough satisfaction for her.

Clint - At first, Clint is relatively sure he’s being teased… someone clearly put this stranger up to this, why else would some random stranger start making advances on him?  Clint becomes immediately flustered, acting nervous and awkward as he stumbles over his words.  Once he’s relatively sure that this isn’t some elaborate prank, he gets even more nervous.  What does this person want?  Are they truly interested in him?  Why?  His nerves get the better of him and he becomes so flustered that he excuses himself for some fresh air.  By the time he returns, the mysterious stranger is nowhere to be seen.

Demetrius - Bless Demetrius’ heart, the man is socially oblivious.  It doesn’t matter how flirtatious or forward this person is becoming, in Demetrius’ mind they’re just being very friendly.  Of course Demetrius will chat with them in return, smiling as they speak and feeling an odd sense of pride when they laugh at his corny dad jokes.  Well of course Robin sees this from afar and NO WAY is some stranger about to show up and hit on her husband, that’s just not happening.  Robin’s at Demetrius’ side in seconds flat and practically shrieks at this homewrecker to beat it.  Demetrius is bewildered until Robin explains what just happened and Demetrius’ eyes go wide as realization strikes.

Gus - Gus is flattered, surely, but also incredibly confused.  He’s old, he’s overweight, he doesn’t consider himself to be very interesting or attractive, and there’s a sea of eligible bachelors in town that would probably make much better options.  There’s no way he’s reading this situation correctly, maybe this is just an overly friendly tourist.  Gus politely engages in conversation with them but as it starts to become even more flirtatious, Gus very nicely turns them down.  He’s been married before, he’s gone down that road, he’s not eager to go down it again any time soon and certainly not with someone at least half his age.

Jodi - Jodi is incredibly uncomfortable.  Jodi’s a bit conservative so to receive such sudden and forward advances is incredibly unnerving, especially by someone significantly younger than herself.  With a tremble in her voice, Jodi politely tells this person that she’s married, has no interest in a fling, and excuses herself from this person before she feels any further discomfort.  If this occurs once Kent is home, odds are he’s very close to Jodi if not standing right by her side and in that case… would anyone actually start flirting with Jodi while she’s on the arm of a man like Kent? XD

Kent - This is the last thing Kent needs right now.  He just got home from the war and reunited with his family, he’s certainly in no mood to deal with unwelcome advances from a stranger and he makes this fact abundantly clear right from the start.  While Jodi’s refusal was kind and polite, Kent’s is direct.  He’s married, this is making him uncomfortable, so please leave.  The exchange is so brief that Jodi wasn’t even aware of it.

Marnie - Marnie has to say, she’s simultaneously shocked and flattered by this attention.  She’s been single for quite some time and is very receptive to someone making advances and she flirts right back.  It may be petty, but she can’t help looking around for Lewis to see if he notices… he most certainly does.  Honestly, that makes it all even better.  Marnie spends a decent amount of her time talking and laughing with this person, possibly even exchanging phone numbers.  And yet when all is said and done, Marnie doesn’t pursue it after that day.  It was fun and it made her feel alive to be flirted with like that, but the fun’s over and she’s not looking for anything more.

Pam - Very similar to Marnie, she’s just surprised and flattered that anyone even picked her out of the crowd, especially someone so young.  Though unlike Marnie, Pam’s very suspicious from the start.  While the advances are flattering, she can’t help but wonder what this person is playing at.  Surely they have an ulterior motive, though she can’t imagine what it might be.  It’s not long before Pam convinces herself that this stranger, while quite charming, is trouble and she wants nothing to do with it any longer.

Pierre - Pierre isn’t quite sure what to do about it.  He was never very forward himself so to have a perfect stranger make forward advances on him is unexpected and very confusing.  Right away he gets flustered and stammers about being married, glancing nervously around to find Caroline in the hopes that she can get him out of whatever’s happening right now… and she absolutely does.  In moments Caroline is at his side, her left hand on his shoulder to show off her wedding ring.

Robin - This… is…. HILARIOUS to her!  Much like Caroline, Robin’s very flattered by the unexpected attention she’s receiving, but she’s also incredibly entertained by it as well.  It takes everything she has to not burst into a fit of giddy giggling, someone out there is actually hitting on her and she’s quite possibly old enough to be their mother.  Robin never thought of herself as a milf, but hey, here she is being hit on by a young stranger.  Demetrius, once again oblivious to exactly what’s going on, doesn’t see this happen at all.  Once Robin’s had her fun, she dismisses the newcomer quite plainly (she does feel bad for the sudden and potentially rude dismissal, but she’d had her fun and it’s done now) and goes off to find her friends and tell them all about it.

Willy - Willy has no clue what to do with this… absolutely no clue.  He didn’t want attention, he didn’t need attention, but now there’s this random person here and there’s not really a whole lot he can do about it.  He politely excuses himself to find the nearest source of water to go fishing or just to stare out at the water and if for some reason this person follows him, the plan is basically to just ignore them until they walk away.  (INCREDIBLY out of nowhere hc of mine is that Willy is asexual… I know, I know, I’m projecting. XD You don’t have to worry about a strange ask when I provide a strange hc in exchange.)

[roccinan]

1/? simply because you have the most galaxy brain thoughts ever,,, what do you think would've happened if they waited until s5 to reveal sergio and andrés were (half)brothers?

i do know that when my fam started watching lcdp at first i was so put off. like i watched ep 1 and the prof creeped me out. ""berlin"" creeped me out. e v e r y o n e creeped me out. and i was cringing so hard becz of the short lived romance angle with alison parker. i literally did not watch s1 at all xcept for like sneak peeks. highlights being the scene where berlin discovers monica is alive and does his dramatic door by door thing? that was so SUSPENSEFUL even tho i had no idea what was going on. DOMINGO DE RESURECCION remains forever iconic.

2/? And OF COURSE the group bella ciao dance when they hit earth (hahah i thought the banda were actually like a "found family where they all love each other LOL") i am a SUCKER for found family. but anyhoo when i properly got intrigued was s2 when tokyo was kicked out (the music from that scene is still my favourite) it's just so dramatic..!! why am i telling u all this again? right, i haven't slept a wink and it's nearly 7 am pls forgive me if these rambles make no sense. i have a point with this.. i'm going somewhere

RIGHT. so when the fam actually rewound the ep cz i wanted to know WHY berlin did that (didn't fully realise how batsht crazy he can be), the russian roulette scene played. and pedro's acting. MAN. and like just that ep they made a point of showing us these flashbacks where sergio and andrés hug....

Hi anon! Thanks for stopping by- sorry took me a while to get back to you, will do my best to answer this string of messages (got all 4 parts)! Glad you like my thoughts XD

Firstly, I believe Andres/Sergio would be the biggest LCDP ship if the writers were evil enough to wait until s5 to reveal that they’re brothers asdfasdf. They’re already the two most popular male characters anyway. 

It’d be especially crazy because it’s not like they tell the actors these things beforehand either. So that means there’d probably be a Serdres vs Berlermo vs Serquel fight every 5 minutes. I mean, even if not everyone agrees on everything in the lcdp fandom, it’s the most “peaceful” one I’ve ever been in because no character really gets in the way of any other ship (like even with helermo and berlermo there’s no true conflict since Andres is dead). But with Serdres in the mix?? CATASTROPHE. Everyone out here writing essays about how much of a bastard/bitch/homewrecker/motherfucker that Andres or Sergio or Martin or Raquel is. Never a moment’s peace!! so basically, a regular fandom lmao.

Then when we find out they’re brothers, it goes from catastrophe to Apocalypse. Suddenly serquel and berlermo have the upper hand. Everyone would double down and harass the crew/cast into whatever’s going on.  Plot-wise, everything is the same though, just without Andres calling Sergio “hermanito.” Fandom however, would be a minefield! And I’m glad that’s not the case because I’d probably be an unfortunate serdres shippers XD No joke, my mother and I thought they were a couple in S1. So bullet dodged!

Secondly: haha, everyone creeped me out in S1 too, especially Berlin, I hated him, but thinking back, I think I mostly hated the fact that I didn’t hate him as much as I should have. I’ve made peace with it now but oh boy, was he a controversial figure in my head. I actually like the professor on sight though! IDK why, maybe because I thought his plans were cool or because of Alvaro’s delivery. I was afraid of an Alison Parker romance thing too- like, I do feel like she had a storyline that got dropped, but that part was quite cringey and overall unnecessary to the plot. Same with Ariadna, which was even cringier and even Less necessary to the plot. 

Domingo de resurrecion was iconic though yes! And even with all that said, I genuinely enjoyed parts 1 and 2 because it was so different from anything else I’d seen. Not content wise, but maybe tonally? IDK, they were just really bold with a lot of things, like being objectively unafraid of having the protagonists (plural because all of them did LMAO) do objectively shitty things. Really kept me in suspense from beginning to end! 

I’m usually a big fan of found families too! The funny thing is, then banda never struck me as a “family” until season 3. In 1 and 2, I was wondering what felt different about this show; then it hit me that these people remained colleagues to the end. Like, they backstabbed each other (repeatedly) and everyone was quite selfish, and only the bonds that were already there stuck. They were the opposite of a found family LOL But I think by S3, they went down the found family route and I didn’t mind because it makes quite a lot of sense for them to feel that bond after the Mint heist and almost dying/living together (and having witnessed 3 deaths together on the team). But I still doubt Berlin and Palermo were ever really part of this found family, with good reason XD

LOL the scene where Tokyo got kicked out is also among my favorites!! It was so funny and dramatic, and it was like, wow we can go anywhere with this now! Don’t worry- your rambles and thoughts are always welcome :D

I’m rolling over how you watched the Tokyo expulsion scene before the Russian Roulette scene haha. Also yes, PEDRO. Berlin may have been “controversial” to me at first, but I became Pedro’s fan from day one! Also the Hug is probably what made me like Berlin (despite my determination to hate him rip) in the first place. 

3/? ... and like now that i think about it... tokyo had real guts huh. like she KNEW berlin was close enough to el prof to know his name (fhshshs imagine if she'd heard andrés saying 'hermanito' it's unrealistic that she didn't TBH. i mean obviously they decided to make them brothers only towards the end but like in canon universe. how tf did andrés de 'i raised my bby brother since he was 12 and i'd actually die for him and his stupidly brilliant plans' fonollosa go 5 months without slipping up once and calling sergio hermanito. or like,,, i like to imagine sergio kinda gave him lots of leeway(?) sergio's a lil oblivious too but like i'm sure half of it is.. that's my dumbass older bro shut up i'm not being partial you all have city names .. andr-berlin, pass the salt. like OOF. + sergio also knew his big bro was dYiNG so like. i'm sure they were sneaking in some quality time (i hope they did 😭 gosh imagine if sergio really did not ever consider the possibility of andrés dying in the heist so he'd tell himself he needs to perfect the plan now & anyway he'll have enough time to spend w/ his brother post heist in philippines. and then ... that happened :/

Tokyo has guts in place of braincells you bet that she’d do something like this, consequences be damned XD I also think it’s unrealistic for Andres not to slip up, but I have a feeling nobody besides Tokyo really tried to spy on them in private. I headcanon that Andres instead slips up and does things like ruffle Sergio’s hair or adjust his tie when other people are around. I also think Tokyo was convinced that they were a gay couple when she saw them hug XD And if Sergio never went on to tell the banda that Berlin was his brother, everyone would be giving Palermo such awkward looks after Nairobi accused him of being in love with Berlin LMAO. 

I agree! I also imagine Sergio giving Andres leeway because he’s just so used to interacting with his brother that way haha. So either he’d go out of his way to ignore Berlin in front of everyone else or IDK, borderline telepathically communicate with him. Not even “pass the salt” has to leave his mouth- Berlin just puts salt into his food and cuts it up for him, in front of everyone who’s just staring like O.O

I actually do think Sergio never considered the possibility of Andres dying in the heist because he was just that confident in his own plan. Plus, Andres was probably the one person he expected to survive. And a lot of it has to do with Sergio’s attachment to him + Andres’ own habit of downplaying any illness/injury over the years, which I think is safe to believe canon. He was really in no condition to be in the heist, let alone lead it. Just the fact that he needs to take those injections is a big sign that he shouldn’t be there, but Sergio didn’t catch it because he’s human and blinded by faith :’) So yeah, I think Sergio was planning to spend proper time with Andres in Palawan and at Toledo, they just settled for those little moments by the fireplace. 

4/? what always also just GETS me in the feels is that el prof was shown to be this in control creepily calm dude who is miles ahead of everyone. + in the 1st Toledo class itself we see how detached,, like how impersonal he is, how professional - choosing frickin CITY NAMES?! no 'personal relationships' ? (after recruiting his older brother, a father son pair, and war cousins... oh sergio 😂 he's such a frickin nerd and i love him) but like the earlier seasons really emphasised how robotic and down right COLD he can be. it still sometimes bothers me that he put the button in the car. he lead the police to his own damn brother, his blood, who took care of him and adopted him and was terminally ill and like - UGH i try to rationalise that sergio is that cold and unbothered. or that he has strict morals. but it still bothers me becz that button really sort of tipped andres' already unstable sanity. like andrés tells denver someth like you've robbed my future and after that he just seems so much more suicidal and accepting that he can't get out of the mint alive - WHY SERGIO WHY. I KNOW THAT AT THAT POINT YOU BASICALLY DIDN'T KNOW ANDRÉS WAS GOING TO BE YOUR BROTHER YET BECZ IT WASN'T WRITTEN IN THE SCRIPT BUT WHYYYYY

That’s so funny to me too LMAO No personal relationships, then he recruits these guys. Sergio, hello?? Also can’t forget how he just recruited his own girfrleind in the second heist too. Buddy! Love this nerd.

I don’t think that cold aspect of Sergio went away in later seasons either; he just had more opportunity to show a more open side of himself + without Andres, he had to metaphorically leave his comfort zone without a safety net. But in earlier seasons, he really did seem heartless at times XD Then again, we can argue that the same goes for Andres.

To be fair, I didn’t feel sorry for Andres over the button thing lol, but once the brothers reveal happened and all of Alvaro/Pedro’s headcanons came out and we know everything Andres did for Sergio, it makes what Sergio did REALLY harsh. We really just have to explain it through Sergio’s strict morals and him believing this to be the best non-fatal punishment for Andres, who at that point had convinced him he killed a hostage. And because he knew the television interview was coming up, maybe Sergio assumed Andres would use it to “clear” his name anyway. And empathy isn’t one of Sergio’s strong suits either, so through that lens, I can rationalize it.

Also it was lowkey funny to me how Andres was there like DENVER MUST DIE until he found out Sergio put the button there, then he was like “oh hermanito, you and your practical jokes <3″

Still, like you said, Andres and Sergio weren’t brothers yet at this point. They were probably supposed to be lovers lmao and had a dysfunctional Hannibal Lecter x Will thing going on. But because they made #hermanos canon, that button moment just feels very out of place now, especially given how much the two genuinely love each other.

Guess we could also say that Sergio’s just generally kinda bratty with Andres XD Like, he knows no matter what, Andres would forgive him anything. That’s how I see it anyway! 

[bytheangell]

Grow as We Go

Flufftober Day 26: Garden (Read on AO3)

“I’ll kill whoever did this to you,” Raphael says, walking out of the small tarp-covered area of his yard by the fence along the property line. He’s holding a long section of vine he had to cut from one of the tomato plants inside, now dying and riddled with holes from being eaten through. “I’m going to kill them for you, don’t worry. I’m going to find every son of a bitch who ever hurt you, and their parents, and their children, and I’m going to end each of their lives individually until--”

“Oh thank god,” comes a relieved voice from the fence. Raphael startles, looking up to see the figure of his next-door neighbor peering over the top of the fence. “Sorry, I just, uh, overheard your increasingly horrifying threats and thought you might secretly be a mob boss someone crossed or something. But you’re just talking to a plant.”

Raphael glares down at the tomato plant again, buying himself enough time to neutralize whatever expression he might have on his face over his mortification of the first encounter with the guy next door (outside of exchanging names and a few courteous ‘good morning’s in passing) being this.

“Sorry,” Raphael says, but in a ‘sorry you overheard’ and not a ‘sorry I said it’ way. He has to vent his frustrations in some way that isn’t snapping and ripping up the tomato plant entirely, after all. He’ll be the first to say he never gets embarrassed, but if he did this would come pretty damn close.

“It’s all good. I’m just glad you aren’t trying to wipe out generations of human beings over there,” Jace says. “Bug problem?”

“Yes,” Raphael grumbles. “I don’t even like tomatoes, but Simon loves them, and I’m trying to grow him a garden for his birthday and failing miserably.”

“I’m actually really good with plants, and I had a little greenhouse at my last place. I could come over and see if I can help?” Jace offers.

Raphael immediately shakes his head. Not only does he not want to take advantage of his neighbor’s kindness, but he also very vividly recalls the conversations with Simon about how Simon may have … other interests regarding Jace for them. Once they all get to know each other a little better, of course. Raphael doesn’t want to ruin that potential by abusing Jace’s kindness now… and he was actually hoping Simon would be the first of them to make any actual connection with Jace. Raphael is, to say the least, not great at winning people over.

“No. That’s way too much work, I couldn’t-” Raphael starts, but Jace is already waving his refusal off.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure one day I’ll need help with something and you can pay me back, isn’t that how neighbors work?” Jace smiles. “Anyway, I actually kinda miss it, it’d be nice to make sure I haven’t lost my touch.”

“Alright,” Raphael agrees finally, hoping Simon will forgive him for taking a chance on this, and praying he doesn’t mess it up. “Maybe you can start by figuring out what keeps eating the goddamn tomato plant?”

---

Jace wasn’t just lying to get invited over, he’s actually very good at gardens and plants in general. He starts to go over in the early mornings while Simon is sleeping in to help Raphael with natural bug repellant tips, homemade fertilizer tricks, and even pruning and general upkeep techniques that Raphael never saw on any of the websites he looked into.

And yeah, okay, maybe Jace is helping in large part because of his ridiculous crush on Simon. And yeah, okay, maybe this is an increasingly terrible idea, because the more time he spends around Raphael and his particular dark, sarcastic humor, the more he realizes that he and Raphael get along really well. Like, really well - they’re similar in a lot of ways, which normally doesn’t work out for him, but in this case, Jace finds himself completely enamored with the guy who can match his sarcasm with dry wit and clever comebacks without missing a beat.

This is extra unfortunate because this all started because Jace wanted to help do something nice for Simon, who seems like a really nice guy from the few times he met him, one of those ‘you just want to see him happy because he deserves it’ sort of people. Now Jace has to admit his crushes on his neighbors have now quickly evened out from Simon-heavy to a solid 50/50 split between them… not that it matters.

Because Simon and Raphael are very much in love, that much is obvious from everything Raphael says about them, and Jace is not a homewrecker.

Jace is, however, apparently a gardener now. He settles for being happy to help with a gift for Simon and ease Raphael’s frustrations in the process, even if his relationship with his neighbors will never be anything more than casual, neighborly friendship.

Going over once a day (“Just to keep an eye on things, look out for signs of other invasive bugs before they get out of hand, you know.”) is absolutely not necessary, but Raphael doesn’t call him out on it. In fact, Raphael’s been giving him a lot of compliments lately, from the new set of suits he’s been wearing to work to the piano playing he heard through Jace’s open window the other night. There’s also the fact that Raphael is often already there waiting for him in the morning, and if Jace didn’t know any better he’d think Raphael almost seemed eager for their daily interactions. Jace just chalks it up to being eager for the garden to work out - for Simon and all.

Speaking of Simon - it doesn’t take long for Simon to figure out when Jace is normally outside, either to meet with Raphael or to go to and from work. At first, it’s just casual greetings and small talk, but soon he’s prying for information, and Jace smirks.

“Oh no you don’t. If you think a little eyelash batting and puppy dog eyes is going to get me to spill Raphael’s secrets, you’re sorely mistaken,” Jace says, shaking his head.

Simon pouts, and it’s infuriatingly adorable. Jace has to admit to himself that under any other circumstance the look would be more than enough to get Jace to tell Simon anything. Then Jace catches his eyes lingering a bit too long on those pouting lips - and he’s pretty sure Simon does, too.

“I have to go,” he says, tearing his gaze away quickly and turning to go back inside without another word.

The next day Jace catches Simon trying to sneak around to Jace’s side of the fence in the hopes that he could see anything inside the tarp-covered area of Raphael’s makeshift greenhouse. Jace goes outside quietly, moving silently up behind him.

“Isn’t this trespassing?” Jace asks, causing Simon to jump a foot into the air.

“It, uh, isn’t what it-” Simon starts guiltily.

Jace shakes his head. “Your birthday isn’t too far away. I promise the surprise is going to be well worth the wait. Also, I think Raphael might actually murder you if you peek now, and then murder me if he finds out I let you.”

Simon laughs at that, but to his credit, he also backs away from the fence and towards Jace. “Wow, you already know him so well,” Simon jokes, but Jace can’t tell if the hint of jealousy he thinks he hears there is real or imagined.

“Not really,” Jace is quick to insist, and now he can’t read the expression on Simon’s face at all. In a moment of panic, Jace decides the best course of action is to try and spend more time getting to know Simon, too, instead of just spending less time with Raphael. “Hey, do you want to come in and grab a drink?”

Simon looks surprised by the sudden turn in the conversation, but he nods finally, a small smile spreading across his face as he accepts the offer.

---

The inside of Jace’s house has a sort of classic elegance to it that Simon hadn’t been expecting - but maybe it was influenced by the baby grand piano in the living area that Simon knows, even if it looks older and probably refurbished, had to run Jace a couple grand at least.

“May I?” Simon asks, motioning to it, and Jace nods.

“Go ahead,” Jace says as Simon takes a seat, and messes around with a few simple chord progressions just to test it out. “Raphael told me you play - that and guitar, right?”

Simon nods, playing a small portion of a song he knows from memory. “Yeah. Nothing like what you can do, though,” Simon admits, glancing at the sheet music in front of him that he can only barely begin to process.

Jace shrugs, wandering off to the kitchen to make drinks, raising his voice to continue talking as he does. “My dad was kind of a hardass about learning. I almost gave it up a little while back, actually. But I decided to pick it back up recently.”

Simon can tell there’s a story there, but he doesn’t pry when Jace keeps the details vague.

“Well, for the sake of my frequent dinner serenades, I for one am glad you did,” Simon says, getting off the piano bench and joining Jace in the kitchen.

They talk for a while, and Simon doesn’t tell him that Raphael’s already told him a lot of this, not sure how Jace would react to the idea of the two of them talking about him as much as they do sometimes. They talk about new things, too, like music and how they both came from growing up in cities, and Simon’s pop culture references often go right over Jace’s head but by the end of the night Jace has a small notepad page filled with bands and movies to check out.

“Seriously, I have so many DVDs, if you ever want to borrow something just come over and ask,” Simon insists for the 3rd time as he leaves. “We can even have movie nights!”

“I will,” Jace promises, and Simon sincerely hopes he’ll follow through on that.

It isn’t the last time they have drinks together. In fact, ever since that first invitation Simon has been strategically placing himself outside when he knows Jace is around at night, striking up a casual conversation, and getting an invitation to come in for a drink if he wants that’s turned into just a standard nightly nightcap. Each time he sits closer to Jace on the sofa as they talk, each time his lingering touches on Jace’s back, or arm, or somewhere more or less harmless, linger a little bit longer.

Two nights before his birthday, Simon practically sat in Jace’s lap while they talked, and he’s pretty sure his hand rested on Jace’s thigh for a solid 20 minutes without either of them acknowledging it around their easy conversation about the first Star Wars movie which Jace just watched, at Simon’s insistence.

“Raphael, he’s wonderful,” Simon whines, throwing himself down on the bed dramatically after he gets home. “He watched Star Wars for me,” Simon adds as if that fact alone proves his point.

“I know, Si. And we haven’t exactly been subtle, but every time I think he’s finally leaning into the idea he pulls back twice as far. But I’m positive he feels something there, you should see how red his ears get when I compliment him,” Raphael says, laughing a little.

“Raph! Be nice!” Simon says, smiling.

“I’m just afraid asking him now will make him double-down on pulling away,” Raphael admits. Simon sighs and the conversation drops for the night.

When Simon’s birthday rolls around the reveal of the thriving garden is better than he ever expected. It’s beautiful, he’s already excited to get to help take care of it now, and he’s wanted to grow his own cooking ingredients for ages! It’s perfect, not that he expected his gift from Raphael to be anything but perfect, but the garden really is above and beyond.

But there’s one thing that would set the night over the top, and Simon decides to risk everything for the chance of it. He heads over to Jace’s house to knock on his door.

---

The last person Jace expects at his door is Simon. He’d resigned himself to a night in alone, perhaps flicking through Tinder for a hookup to distract himself from the fact he’s missing his daily interactions with Raphael and Simon way more than he should be now that it’s Simon’s birthday and the gardening project is over.

“Simon? What are you doing here?” Jace asks, surprised. “It’s your-- I mean, Happy Birthday! But also shouldn’t you be celebrating?”

Simon nods. “I should. I am! But we wanted to know if you’d like to come over and celebrate with us?” Simon asks. “We’re cooking with veggies from the garden, and you can stay for drinks… or the night if you wanted.”

The night? There’s absolutely no way that means what he thinks it means, but they live next door to each other, why would Jace spend the night otherwise?

Jace shakes his head. They probably just feel bad for him being over here alone again, but he’d been alone plenty before they became friends, he’s used to it.

“I couldn’t impose-”

“You aren’t. We want you there. Both of us,” Simon emphasizes, glancing to where Raphael leans against the front door of his own house, waiting. Simon appears to brace himself before reaching out and taking Jace’s hand in his, giving it a small squeeze, and then very quickly shifting up onto his toes to give Jace a quick kiss.

Dozens of moments replay in Jace’s head during the split-second of that kiss - casually flirty comments and lingering touches he wrote off as just being overly-friendly as they happened because he’d mentally tossed Simon and Raphael in an ‘unavailable’ box. But now…

“Oh,” Jace says, the realization dawning on him. He can feel his heartbeat quicken in his chest. Chancing a quick glance over at Raphael Jace sees him unmoved, watching expectantly and entirely unbothered by the fact that Simon just kissed him.

“You don’t have to, obviously. You could just come for dinner? Or-” Simon is starting to ramble in Jace’s prolonged silence.

“I could,” Jace starts, his brain still racing to process everything that just clicked into place but not wanting Simon to think his silence is a ‘no’ because it definitely isn’t. “Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting… yeah, that sounds good. That sounds great, actually,” Jace finally manages and watches Simon practically melt with relief.

“See, I knew asking you now wouldn’t scare you away!” Simon says victoriously. Jace is still too shocked to do anything other than laugh at that before Simon continues. “You can come over now if you want! We picked so many great things from the garden, and Raphael picked up some things from the market, and...”

Jace closes his door and follows an eagerly chatting Simon across their lawns to where Raphael waits, excited for whatever tonight - and hopefully the days that follow - might bring for the three of them.

[kittyanonymity]

Hi yes, I KNOW this isn’t one of my OTHER projects, but this song gives me major Damian and Adrien vibes. I like to think Adrien and Damian could bond over shitty parents, Damian about his mom, and Adrien about his dad. Managed to get this typed up between breaks on ALiG; chapter 6 is making steady progress finally lol This would be a Daminette/Jondrien fic, with Damian and Adrien Bros. 

It won’t let me post the whole song on tumblr for some reason?? So here’s a proper link. 

More below the cut about the particular AU this spawned, as well as the lyrics. 

(also this whole album/band kicks ass, I highly recommend) 

((ALSO ALSO this is actually a Brucelie -BruceXEmilie-fic too))

tw for casual weed smoking mention I guess? and abuse themes definitely

I am your son, you are my mother I'm on my own, you're not my lover Don't tell me how to live

I am your son, you are my father You led us like lambs on our way to the slaughter Who do you think you are?

One, two, three I know you lied to me I can see Now that I'm free

It's me and the black roses  X6 

I am your son, she's not my mother You think she's perfect, to me, just another Do you think it's okay?

But I am your son, for worse or for better Despite the fact that you a homewrecker I guess that's who you are

One, two, three I know you lied to me I can see Now that I'm free

It's me and the black roses  X18

SO the idea here is this. 

Obviously the parts in the beginning about the mother are from Damian’s point of view, and about the oppression he dealt with while in her care. Talia for those who aren’t as into DC is just, WOW levels of awful. She’s controlling, and very much trying to map out all of Damian’s life; and when Damian’s young, he’s fine with this. It’s kind of a classic case of ‘mother knows best’, but at its absolute worst. This starts to change once Damian goes to stay with his father in canon of course. Age Range for Damian: 10 to 12 or so?

The next three lines of lyrics are more from Adrien’s/Chat’s perspective; the ‘lambs led to slaughter’ are Adrien and the rest of the Miraculous team, and it really is about how angry Adrien is at his father for what’s he’s done to his family, and his friends. I imagine in the background during this part Adrien realizing his father is Hawkmoth during the final altercation; Gabriel will try to Akumatize him, and before Ladybug can step in, Chat cataclysms the butterfly, and just starts. BEATING THE HELL OUT OF HIS FATHER. They’re like 18 at this point, and his transformation wears off as he goes to take the Miraculous, and once it does, Gabriel kicks him off. The fight gets ugly, but Ladybug had managed to before this fight, fix the peafowl miraculous. And when she heals Emilie while Chat’s fighting, the woman wakes up in time to see her son go flying. She beats his ass with the assistance of Ladybug. It’s gonna get sappy after that. Ages for this Adrien/Mari: 18; they’ll leave paris 4 years later, to Gotham.

Following that, the next four lines I generally see being from both boys; Damian, once he’s embraced living with his father and brothers, and becoming Robin, reflecting on how his mother was wrong; and Adrien, once his father is in prison and he moves to the states with Marinette, Chloe, and his mother and begins to find peace without the overbearing nature of his father. Maybe there will also be some true Felix and Adrien bonding?? Amelie will definitely show up cause like, holy shit, hr sister is back???! Once again, here’s ages: Mari/Adrien: 22, Damian: 23, Jon: 21

The ‘Black Roses’, for me, can be interpreted in a couple different ways. One, both boys hail from wealth; Adrien as a model, and Damian as both an Al Ghul, and the Wayne heir. Canonically, we know Bruce cultivates roses, and I’d imagine they’re grown in grief; much the same for Adrien, as his father didn’t much care for any flowers until his mother ‘died’. Two, it could just symbolize both boys breaking away from, and grieving, what they never really had; albeit, a bit angrily given the tone of the song. 

And following the first chorus, we dive a little into how Damian feels about Selina, initially. He doesn’t trust her, doesn’t want her around his family, and certainly not around his father, who is, disturbingly, the more stable parent (we all know how fucked up Brucie really is, poor man) the boy’s had. And he maybe resents Bruce a little bit, cause like, why couldn’t he have loved Talia? Why this woman? When Selina and Bruce break up, he’s even more angry because he’d been starting to like Selina and seeing them both hurting is annoying for him. It does pass of course, like things usually do. He’s shocked when Bruce introduces Emilie. It’s hard not to like her though. Selina and Bruce break up when he’s 15, and he meets Emilie when he’s 23.

The next Few lines are once again more Adrien focused, his own reflecting on how he’s his father’s son. By this point in the lyrics, he’s met Jon, and he’s terrified of hurting him how his father hurt Emilie; he doesn’t want to be anything like Gabriel, but the media has done a bit of a number on him the last few years. This is where he and Damian also start to find they have a bit more in common than they thought. 

I like to imagine the last bit of the song is these 2 blessed boys bonding over trauma slowly but surely, feat. Adrien teasing Damian over Mari (because she’s literally everyone’s crush!!), and Damian hissing half threats back to tell Jon about the hearts in Adrien’s notebook. With a guest appearance from!! Overprotective Bros Damian and Adrien with a Visiting Nino, who’s really just happy to have a Third Bro, and So Stoked to be Here. Chloe and Marinette are wondering where they went wrong. Damian teaches Adrien how to deal with trauma in a Better Way, and Adrien teaches Damian how to Be Silly. 

(Three Older Robins are S C A R E D )

AND THIS ISN’T EVEN THE PROPER OUTLINE. 

Ages by the end are all about 23 or so, one moment, math time.... 

Ok, yeah, 23 or so. As fun as it is writing teenagers again, I love writing them as adults because it opens up the door for deeper character introspection, and i am A SLUT for that shit! Plus that means Jason and Tim can smoke weed and no one can tell me otherwise. OOH AND I’M SO EXCITED FOR EMILIE AND ALFRED BONDING!!! THEY’RE BOTH PEACOCKS! I do NOT need another story to write but wow this idea is really growing on me I tell you what. 

And this doesn’t even hardly TOUCH on what Marinette and the girls have been up to in the background because holy shit. A team made of Mari, Chloe, and Emilie with Alya as back up when she shows up, plus Amelie; add in the Wayne girls and it’s CHAOS.

And Bruce, well. 

He can’t remember a time when the manor was so lively; and he surprisingly wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

I might put together a proper outline at some point but who knows lol It’s taken me ages to get the will to type this out; I’ve had this in my head since like October of 2019 I think?? so a few months

also I totally blame the inclusion of Brucilie on @kandoesfanfics-writes or littlekittykanny over on Ao3; I’ve absolutely fallen in love with the way they write Bruce and Emilie and it found its way in there! Thank you for introducing me to this beautiful ship!! <3

see you guys soon hopefully! <3

small tag list cause I think you guys might like this idea :3 

@casualdarkness  @northernbluetongue  @2sunchild2  @ivymala07  @chez-pezeater  @persephonebutkore  @weird-pale-blonde-person  @crazylittlemunchkin  @thequestionablyhuman  @da-tasuky  @vivilakitty  @zerotosiki  @mikantsume  @fandomkitty8  @miraculous786 

[fvkxisla]

bonjour guys, gals, and non-binary pals. it me. it your girl Lo. i’m 25, been slowly moving across the state and immunocompromised so this “inside funtime” has been a TRIP for me! my obsessions include hot sauce, good character development, theatre, cats, the sims, improv comedy, and spicy quality memes. have my messy monster Isla    ♥

•(more about the girl below)•

tw: death, age gap relationships

(JESSICA ALEXANDER, CISFEMALE) - Have you seen ISLA DUBOIS? ISLA is in HER SOPHOMORE year. The THEATRE/DANCE MAJOR is 20 years old & is a SCORPIO. People say SHE is CHARMING, ALLURING, LICENTATIOUS and CONNIVING. Rumors say they’re a member of CALLOWAY. I heard from the gossip blog that SHE IS SLEEPING WITH TWO OF HER PROFESSORS.

○ isla marguerite dubois was born in quebec, canada to two natives of nice, france. her father is a defense attorney to a bunch of global businesses and her mother is a beauty mogul.

○  needless to say, my baby is l o a d e d. growing up, her family had a few housekeepers and she and her siblings had nannies to watch them after school. as she grew up, she never wanted for anything. isla is the definition of being born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

○  speaking of siblings, isla has three older brothers. she is the only girl out of the four kids and the baby, so she knows how to get what she wants pretty damn well. she’s only had 20 years of experience

○ being raised like that, she has a tendency to sound really…..entitled. honestly, she doesn’t mean to sound like an absolute stuck up bitch, but that’s her language. the girl can be very caring and sincere if someone can stand the outer shell of some annoying ignorance about the 99% of the world.

○ she had a fourth brother, but he unfortunately passed away when she was 13 in a motorcycle crash. he was a bit estranged from the family so they weren’t the closest. however, the incident has made her a bit wary around motorcycles.

○ ever since puberty, isla has been obsessed with boys. it’s almost been excessive how many boys she goes after. if you are a male (and straight/bi, my girl has some standards here) there is about a hundred percent chance she will try and hit on you. partner or not. isla is also a bit of a notorious homewrecker.

○  having cultivated this obsession for boys, isla has developed a new talent: using them for her own gain. she is a serial dating manipulator. if you have something to offer her, isla will get close to you and sexually/romantically manipulate you into giving her that advantage. after she’s gotten that, she’ll expertly make the break off seem like the right thing at this time.

○  isla doesn’t have a lot of female friends. to quote rachel from friends “yeah, girls don’t tend to like me.” she does have her core girls though.

○  theatre is her life. not only does she want to become an actress, she is also a budding star within her program.

○  besides theatre and boys, isla’s life revolves around dance. she started competitive dance at the tender age of 3. she competed religiously until she was eighteen. isla still attends and TA’s at some of the dance classes offered.

○ the professors she’s sleeping with? Her married theatre professor and a much old psych professor. both are exchanging her “favors” for good grades and opportunities. this is not the first time she has exchanged sex for personal gain. it probably won’t be her last either.

More is sure to come as I think of it, but this is the gist. Now for some:

Wanted Connections

the best friends ;; her partner in crime, the ying to his yang. the pair or more that are typically attached by the hip, consult each other, and couldn’t live without one another.

the partier ;; the sound of too loud music and the taste of warm, cheap beer are the defining characteristics of this friendship. these two may give each other recognition in the halls, but as soon as the word ‘party’ is involved, these two are together. the best of friendships always start smashed.

her girls ;; not many females like isla, but these girls are that exception. her ride or dies. she’d kill or hide a body for these women.

the one? ;; these two flirt so much, they might as well just get it over with and date. however, many steps have to be taken to get there. are they willing to make those steps?

the big ex ;; these two seemed to be so in love. …or not. maybe they ended on a good note, maybe it went down in flames. all that’s known for certain is that they went from the cutest couple to barely speaking.

fwb ;; having a friend is good. having a friend who has sex with you is better. no strings attached.

just a hookup ;; they’re for sex and nothing else. harsh but true.

the toy ;; isla’s own little toy. she uses them for whatever reason and makes them think they’re her one and only. will she break her shiny new toy? maybe. she’s not known for being careful.

the scorned ;; whether this is an ex hookup’s  partner or someone she used and threw away, she burned this person. all she can seem to give them is a shrug emoji.

HMU! ~Lo

[elains]

BOOK REVIEW: HOUSE OF EARTH AND BLOOD, Crescent City Book I, by Sarah J. Maas.

First off, my sincerest thanks to @scraphim, who listened to my comments and rants with the patience of a saint and encourage me to put them down. Second, english is not my first language, so my apologies if there's anything confusing or awkward.

General Rating: ★★ 1/2

THERE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A CUT HERE OUT OF COURTESY BUT TUMBLR MOBILE IS BEING ITS IMPOSSIBLE SELF SO DO MIND THE RATING BEFORE CONTINUING.

Congratulations, Sarah J. Maas. You got me to sit down and write a review for a book, something I hadn't done (officially, anyway, might as well count the endless conversations with my friends) in a long while. Unfortunately, House of Earth and Blood was one more disappointment in an ever-growing list, and this review was born not out of pure, simple enjoyment, but of how much reading this bothered me.

Let me start by saying that I wanted to like this book. I did. I don't buy books which I don't think there's a chance I will not enjoy, I have way too much to do with my life and little money to spare on that. I hoped Sarah would go back to the early days of ToG, when the writing wasn't so choppy I kept questioning what is her problem with commas and when the characters weren't more and more of the same. Or perhaps that she would go back to ACoMaF, which at the time I loved reading.

Silly, silly me. The thing about having an eye-opener to something is that you can't go back. It's not so simple to close your eyes and pretend the bad doesn't exist, doing so feels irresponssible. I'm not sure her books have changed much, perhaps it was just me, the reader, whose perspective changed.

Let's go into the detail, then. Warning for spoilers of her previous books:

• THE LENGTH. It. Is. Ridiculosly. Long. I would say that length itself it's not necessarily a bad thing, something can be long but engaging. HoEaB's problem is that it drags on, to the point I had to put it down I don't know how many times out of frustration that nothing relevant happened. The infodumps do not help AT ALL, making the whole experience even more tiresome. I'll talk about worldbuilding separately, but jesus, so much unecessary information whose only purpose was to add to the wordcount and could have been woven into the story more organically. Readers are not dumb, they can make simple inferences, you don't need to explain every little detail.

The story only picks up and runs like the devil itself is chasing it in the last like, 20 chapters or so. Considering there are 97 of them... Yeah. It could have been a shorter, more direct and overall just more engaging.

• THE WORLDBUILD. I'll give Sarah J. Maas a point: it is more elaborate and refined compared to ToG and ACoTaR, whose worldbuilding are in general quite shallow and in the later's case, nearly nonexistent. However, the use of names blatantly lifted from real-world mythology and places bothered me to NO END. In a book which is built around those mythologies as their main source of inspiration, I can understand. Not here. Look, Maas can come up with original fantasy names, there are even some in HoEaB itself. But unless it's meant to be purposeful and Crescent City is to be Earth All Along, it's just jarring and feels lazy. It's not something new— refer back to the Illyrians and the Myrmidons.

Archean? Valbara? Pangera? Hel? REALLY? And those are just place names. Might as well name something Proterozoic. Or Laurasia.

The Roman inspiration, which was supposed to be a big thing from all her talk felt extremely loose and barely there. Oh sure, there are legions, a governor, the SPQR/M, and some names which to me, a portuguese speaker, where so cringy I had to laugh (Like Gelos and Cervo. You know, literally Ices and Stag or in that case Hind), but they did not feel Roman to me, naming aside. You could literally have named them anything else and it'd still have worked.

We studied Rome (mostly the government and the legal system) in our first semester of College and it might be the student in me, but I kept wanting to see more of the government structure, the politcal system itself. In a book that dealt with law enforcement and figures in places of power, this was a part of the worldbuilding that felt lacking, and a wasted opportunity to expand on the Roman inspiration.

What gets me is that some interesting concepts could have been explored better. I kinda like the idea of the Asteri, the rifts, the summoning salts.

• HUMANITY'S PORTRAYAL. Ahahaha. Where do I even begin with this one? In KoA, I hated that Aelin loosing her human side was seen as such a big sacrifice when the Fae were repeatedly shown to be "superior": stronger, more beautiful, immortal, the list goes on. Aelin herself preferred the Fae-side, so it felt a completely pointless sacrifice. In Crescent City, it gets even worse. Humanity is oppressed, trying to fight for their freedom and their inherent rights as sentient beings, and the books keeps going on and on about the Vanir.

Forgive me, but I'm supposed to be sympathize with the Vanir? To see the Vanir main-characters go on and change the world and make it better for everyone? I'm sorry but I'm not here for that. Bryce's mother and stepfather and Briggs aside, the HoEaB could have definetely used a human PoV or just. You know. ONE THAT DOESN'T FAVOR THE VANIR IN EVERYTHING. So yeah, I'm here cheering for the humans.

• THE CHARACTERS. I like Ruhn. He read like a concerned older brother, I could relate to that, not a possessive alphahole and I was baffled when Bryce kept insisting that. Oh, he has his flaws, but overall, I like him and his friends. They're nice. Danika, too. I would have liked to see more of Juniper and Fury, and them together, instead of using their relationship as kind of a surprise. Hypaxia is another Yrene/Sorscha. I also liked Lehabah, she was a sweetheart (Also I'm sorry am I supposed to think Bryce witholding the news on her freedom to throw a party WASN'T a WTF move? That Lele just knew because she looked at the documents???)

Now, to our main duo. I found Hunt boring. Simple as that. There was nothing in him that I found captivating, nothing new in terms of SJM's Love Interests. How he kept sexualizing Bryce in the most inappropriate of moments pissed me off. His and Bryce's relationship felt to me as Rowaelin 2.0, just as they themselves read as another versions of them, and not very different ones. He is not supposed to be an "alphahole" but... I didn't feel it. Hunt felt as just more of the same.

Now, Bryce Adelaide Quinlan.. Is it so much to ask for a main character who isn't gorgeous, super special, and super-powerful? I get the appeal of the trope, I'm no so hypocritical as to say that I've not indulged in it myself, but with Sarah, it feels overdone. When all characters are beautiful, special, so powerful it... kinda loses its meaning. However, that's not what bothered me about Bryce, no, it's the fact that she could be read as PoC (Golden, Tanned skin, two very ambiguous terms. My white cousin gets golden skin when she stays too long outdoors ffs), and as a PoC myself, reading her into those situations bothered me so, so much I cannot even begin to tell you.

Her curvy, sensual, bug boobs and butts are easily one of the more sought after where I live. People would go to great lengths for such a body and no, it will not hinder your dancing career. We have a word for it roughly translates to Hot, but having men call you that as something laid out on a table for their pleasure, objectifying you is horrible. And that's what most characters do in HoEaB: sexualize Bryce again and again, playing into harmful stereotypes.

My skin crawled reading those passages. I felt uncomfortable. And it wasn't even just the nameless, countless side-characters: it was Hunt himself. Every single move Bryce made was sexualized and I hated, hated it. "She's a Queen who owns her body and doesn't care for anyone else's thoughts" is all well and good, but women like me already have the stereotype of whores, sluts, homewreckers, and it was handled in such a tone-deaf way that it touched ALL of my wrong buttons. It was just uncomfortable, and cringy.

Two and a half stars, like those bad movies we still watch god knows why.

[murfeelee]

Alright, I’ve been talking about The Witcher TV show for months and months, and now I’ve FINALLY seen it.

I've skimmed through the books here and there, but really I’m a diehard fan of the video games, particularly The Witcher 3 (I’ve played TW1 and TW2 as well). Because of all the hype, attention and love the TW3 got over the years, with even Henry Cavill being a major fan of the video games, Netflix went and made this tv show, with Cavill as Geralt of Rivia, The Witcher.

MY THOUGHTS

It was GOOD! \(^0^)/ I really liked it!

Alright, don’t get excited, I think this show had some serious problems. But we’ll start with the good before getting to the bad and the ugly.

THE GOOD

THE ACTING

Everyone was top notch, and did a fantastic job. I freaking LOVE Grandma Calanthe, omg. I wanted more of her, and Mama Tissaia, and the different sorceresses (when Sodden started I was like hooo boy, I know how this goes; the finale is WORTH the price of admission, folks).

I even liked Eclipse-Princess (her name escapes me, my bad; I was calling her Arya 2.0 in my head). Don’t think I effing missed how they threw in a nod to the Eclipse Princess from Blood & Wine; that was awesome, featuring the Black Sun “curse” again.

I already knew I was gonna HAVE to tune in to see Yennefer’s story, and it was every bit as superb as I suspected it would be. Dare I say it was THE most interesting story arc of the three? Caught me tearing up a few times. I still don’t see book/game/Polish Yennefer with her, but she did a GREAT job, nonetheless--her emotions and delivery and everything was excellent.

She sounds so dang young though, which throws me off with the timeline, cuz when exactly does Yenn’s story take place in all of this? It’s hard to match her with the more...well....matronly/mature persona we’re more familiar with in the games. But I guess she develops that over time, after getting to raise Ciri. Though this does put in better perspective why she was so mean to Ciri at first, calling her ugly and everything. She wanted a child so badly, and Geralt just...gets one by surprise, and she was feeling bitter, I see it now.

THE ACTION

And I gotta give it to Cavill. Boy can MOVE. My favorite moments with Cavill were when he was sword fighting; whoever choreographed all that needs a frikkin award. I imagined the Butcher of Blaviken just tearing up mofos, and that’s exactly what we got. And he was WERKING them pants! XD

Except we never really saw my favorite sign, Igni. Oh well. And I hate that he doesn’t have cat eyes. And the Toxicity ISTG makes him look like a vampire and makes no effing sense, but whatevs.

And sometimes he was sounding WAY too Batman or demonic with this really deep and gravelly voice -- I appreciate that he was trying to give us that gruff and sandpaper dry video game Geralt, but when they’d make him yell or be mad I was like JFC NOT TODAY SATAN. But an attempt was made, and I appreciate it. ^_^ He was fine for the most part. More than fine, even. As I said, the acting & action was great, and they played to Cavill’s strengths.

THE SPECIAL EFFECTS

I also thought the CGI was fine--not the best, no, but I’ve seen way worse in shows with bigger budgets. The dragons...eh.... And that kikimore.... Well, I’m just remembering the Polish tv show, the Hexer--BIG improvement. Trust me. O_O The practical effects were excellent. Even though they messed around A LOT with the Striga plot from TW1, and what it looked like, I did like that they stayed pretty faithful to the fight. 

THE STORIES & CHARACTERS

IMO, the best episode was E04, with Pavetta & Duny. It was just REALLY well done, and the one I was LEAST expecting. My favorite episode was E06, with the dragon, because of course. Reminded me of Hercules the Legendary Journeys, IDKY. The finale was really good, too; I love the sorceresses and all the magic. And E07 when all the plots and flashbacks come together was great.

And now for MY COMPLAINTS

THE BAD

#1) OMG WTF WAS UP WITH THE TIMELINE?

I feel BAD for anyone who’s watching this show fresh, who’s never played the games, read the books, seen the Polish Hexer tv show, played Gwent, or anything related to the Witcher world.

I was thrown off several times, as they shot from Ciri running for her life or Geralt fighting a Striga in the present time; to Yennefer learning magic in the past. Geralt & Dandelion go on adventures Shrek & Donkey style--I ASSUMED in the present, with the Sylvan, Djinn & Dragon, until an episode or two later they’re in Cintra together in the PAST, and Ciri’s not even born yet, and we’re seeing a drunk Ermion/Mousesack and young Crach an Craite (I squeed, my dad~!! His accent was on point!), and Ciri’s mom and grandma. (And WOW, the lady they got to play the mom looks just like the actress playing Ciri--are they related?)

And they do this over and over again over the episodes--present day with Ciri, eff knows when with Geralt or Yennefer. Especially since you know from the books/games that they’re both almost 100 years old. Yenn keeps throwing out “it’s been decades“ this and “years” that. But W H E N though!?!

I mean, I could follow along, sure, but they REALLY needed to make it clearer SOONER for people who have NO idea who TF these people or which kingdoms are which, that some things are happening YEARS apart from each other. Pay attention to how many times GoT shoved those maps of Westeros and Essos in our faces. Or how different shows use color filters for flashbacks or something. Properly situate the audience in time AND space--we’re not Cirilla, who can travel willy nilly between both. They bounced back and forward between past and present with the toss of a frikkin coin.

And speaking of coins...

#2) THE MUSIC WAS...Well.

Oh, Dandelion. XD

Anyone who knows me knows I fangirl HARD over the Witcher video game OSTs. And unfortunately, the music on the tv show was just...alright. :\ And for a franchise so closely connected to iconic music like the band Percival, it’s a crime against nature that the tv show never had a single track that made me go YES. Give it up for POLAND. The end credits song is okay, but I only started getting into it at like Episode 6, soooo... :\

And no, I didn’t like Toss A Coin to Your Witcher in this show. It didn’t sound like part of this medievalesque universe AT ALL, but something kinda pop/country, aimed at I don’t even know who. Sure, the dude playing Dandelion can sing. But so can Ed Sheeran, and when GoT got him to sing on the show, he sure AF didn’t bust out with the next Billboard Top 40 on us in the middle of nowhere.

#3) THE CHARACTER BONDING?

The acting was top notch...it was the plot/writing I didn’t like. Or rather, the relationships between the characters. I felt more for Yennefer & Istredd, and Geralt & Roach, and Ciri & the Elf boy (and her grandma), and even Pavetta & effing Duny/Emhyr (that royal piece of sh!te) than I did for any other characters on this whole show. And that’s a bit of a problem.

First off, I HATED how they made it seem that TEENAGED Ciri had no idea who TF Geralt was. TV Ciri’s gotta be what? 15? Geralt said something about it having been 12 years since Pavetta & Duny, but even that’s too old. Book!Ciri met Geralt IN the Brokilon or whatever forest with all the water drinking and the dryad queen and mess.

They were already obsessed with each other before the fall of Cintra even happened! Ciri was like 10 already when Geralt took Ciri to Kaer Morhen to start her Witcher training, but this girl on the show’s way older, and effing clueless. They don’t even meet til the final few SECONDS, wtf!! It’s just Destiny~! Destiny~! Child of Surprise, but we never even have a scene together~! Destiny~!

Speaking of children, we have Yennefer and Geralt, which was better, but again, WOAH with the pacing. I felt effing BAD for Istredd! :( I don’t really GET why Geralt & Yenn fell so hard for each other; I don’t really feel that connection. Geralt had just as much bonding time with that eclipse-princess! They only had the Djinn episode, really, and by the end of the Dragon episode it was already over!

I mean, yeah, in the books/game they have A LOT of ups and downs, but come on; we’ve already wasted so much time on Geralt & Triss (that homewrecking wench, I’m glad her airtime was minimal), and I just want more BAMF battle couple parents Geralt & Yenn raising Ciri already! >_<

Same with Geralt & Dandelion. Geralt’s kinda mean to him, which is fair; Geralt hates everyone. But I don’t feel where they’re friends at all, and they part at the end of the season on NOT great terms. I kinda feel Geralt doesn’t really like Dandelion at all. :( Even with the whole comedic relief Shrek schtick,

THE UGLY

#4) THE LENGTH

I dunno what’s up with all the 8 episode miniseries lately (GoT, Mandalorian, Witcher, etc), but it REALLY isn’t enough to really flesh out a story. Especially not one as convoluted as The Witcher, AKA the GoT of Poland.

Again, I REALLY feel for the casuals watching, who probably don’t know what the Conjunction of Spheres Istredd keeps referring to is, or what exactly a Witcher is, or why Ciri’s so dang special -- was Lara Dorren or the Elder Blood ever even MENTIONED???

We know Yenn’s got elf blood, but it’s waaaay more than that with Ciri -- though I don’t think they mentioned her elf blood, either, just that Calanthe’s grandmother or someone had their Banshee powers before Pavetta & Ciri.

BTW, wtf with Ermion/Mousesack? That’s gotta be a red herring or something. Cuz we know this dude’s old AF and thriving in Skellige, sooo....? TF. Why the Doppler? Why?

TBH this felt like Season 1A, if anything. I don’t feel the plot really progressed much at all, other than us getting Yennefer’s story. Ciri & Geralt finally meet (cliffhanger supreme right there), but jfc this felt like a prequel -- so much of the season was dedicated to backtracking us in a roundabout way up to the fall of Cintra, then skipping ahead to the Battle at Sodden Hill.

And why the heck did they wait so long to get to get to Vigelfortz!? That’s what I was sitting here WAITING for! You mean I gotta wait for Season TWO to see my Hanse in full force!? :( URGH. Reeeeeeeegiiiiiiiis~! :(

Maybe cut out some of the unnecessary nudity every frikkin where and tell the full frikkin story, hmm? (Yenn’s boobs look great, we got it the first 5 times. Meanwhile these cowards won’t even have a dude’s left testicle be shown on screen, but whatever.)

So yeah, those are my 4 biggest complaints.

Well, and that wig’s hard AF hair line, jfc.(I was DYING during the Pavetta & Duny scene, when Cavill was holding on to that wig for dear life. XD XD)

Otherwise, I really liked the show! B+!

[punkscowardschampions]

Grace & Ava

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Grace: so rude Grace: she NEVER talks to me but the judgement is REAL 👀🔪 Grace: poor & a reformed hoe!? not in her house, honey Ava: and you didn't even homewreck her son's marriage so Ava: this is gonna be fun Grace: but I will if she tries to marry him off to some beautiful, rich, virgin or whatever Ava: I don't think they're that old school 😂 Ava: only if he managed to get a virgin pregnant Grace: don't even Grace: it's literally the one thing that would maybe score me points with her & I can't talk about it Ava: as satisfying as it'd be to throw out when she's being the most judgmental Ava: not worth it Ava: but you are gonna come, right? Ava: James wasn't sure Grace: yeah, I'm not trying to have a breakdown at her dining table soooooo Grace: of course we are, he practically begged me onto a flight to not have to go alone Grace: his sister has like 5 kids & Teddy can't deal with any of them Grace: what happens when you 👰👴 I guess Ava: Yeah Ava: I heard Ava: I just want them to have a good time Ava: James and the kids Grace: they will Grace: you've done amazing so far setting it all up Ava: there's nothing I can do to jazz up the guestlist Ava: it's bad enough that she might show but we can't plan for it Grace: Teddy thinks she will & Jay will have a meltdown, that's why he's totally dreading it Ava: I don't think she will Grace: idk but he's convinced Grace: he says she LOVES to make an entrance & bring drama Ava: Potentially Ava: I think she doesn't care enough about the kids, but that she doesn't intentionally want to hurt them Ava: just James Ava: there are better ways, after all, her parents are going to be there, they'd stop her before she could really do anything Grace: 🤞🏽 cos that does make sense Grace: & we all want you to be right, no offense to the bae Ava: If she's going to come back, she will, it'll have to be faced Ava: whether we're wearing cat ears or not Grace: yeah but like a 👶🎂 is not it Grace: even she must know that Ava: None of this is Grace: how's James? Ava: he's doing good Ava: considering Ava: it's a lot Grace: mhmm Grace: I'm avoiding Rio & Buster rn for a reason Ava: Yeah, he's mad at me Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: don't even worry he's mad at everyone for everything Grace: except Ri, duh Grace: like you said, it's a lot Ava: well it's kind of special circumstances Ava: he thinks I've picked a side Grace: cos it's that simple Grace: he's so extra & that's coming from me Ava: Maybe it is Grace: he wishes it was Grace: but it's not you & James vs him & Ri Ava: It's not that Ava: I just Ava: I don't think I agree with what he wants Grace: you want Jay to stay where she is Ava: Yes Ava: I think he's only thinking about himself Grace: well yeah, when isn't he? 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[hobiorbit]

3′s a crowd IV (m.)

relationship: kim namjoon x reader, kim namjoon x jeon jungkook warnings: angst, cheating, emotional and physical infidelity, consensual infidelity, polyamory/open relationships (done wrong, of course) summary: in which it hurts too much to let namjoon go, so you let him ruin you slowly.

“I’m the biggest dick alive.” Namjoon muttered pitifully, as Jungkook held him in his arms. The younger hated seeing Namjoon so distraught, so helpless. Jungkook shushed him.

“No, you’re not. You- we’ve made some questionable decisions. But we’re going to have to accept that, and move forward, Namjoon.” Jungkook sighed. The words he spoke felt like cotton in his mouth, soaking up every syllable, leaving him to try and wet his lips with his dry tongue. Anxiety had been eating at his stomach ever since yours and Namjoon’s anniversary.

The air in the house had been thick with tension. It was as if everyone was afraid to speak, as if it would cause your reality to shift and you would be left scrambling to find familiarity.

They were simply prolonging the inevitable, and this is what Namjoon was so distraught about. Because in your emotional- and well, even physical- absence, he realized how much it hurt to miss you, how much it hurt to not have you around.

Namjoon realized that the confidence he had in you staying with him was overzealous, and now he knew there was no way out of the fact that you were going to leave him like you should have the minute you caught him cheating.

He figures that would’ve made things easier. To see you mad, to see you stand up for yourself. Because you would’ve realized immediately that you deserved better. But you didn’t know that at the time, got so caught up in being unwanted that you stuck around, and Namjoon used it to his own advantage.

It would’ve been easier if you left right then because he wouldn’t have had the time to grow even more used to you staying beside him no matter what, whether you should’ve or not.

“I love her so much.” Namjoon heaved, throat tight and scratchy as more moisture fell down his cheeks, warming his already red skin even more. Jungkook didn’t even flinch at the older’s words, having grown used to it. Even if he was a dick to you, there was no question that Namjoon did love you.

When Namjoon had came back from his business trip to your house filled only with Jungkook, he began to sob. Jungkook had consoled him, and told him that he would have time to make it up to you.

Jungkook was a bad liar.

“I now you do.” Jungkook responded, petting at the older man’s hair in resentment. Jungkook hated what he’d slowly become without noticing. When he looked into the mirror he saw a homewrecker, abandoning all morals for a man who really didn’t love him as much as he liked to claim. And instead of staying away and assuring Namjoon that you were all he really needed, he played into the fantasy for his own fun and games, to feel just an ounce of happiness Namjoon used to provide for you.

And when he was sneaking around, with absolutely no repercussions, those decisions seems like great ones.

But during moments like these, he gets to reflect and wonder where he’d currently be if he didn’t get involved with the handsome man at his office. He could’ve been in a perfectly happy relationship himself. Jungkook’s personality was an easy one to love- usually. He could only think of one person who hated his guts, and he couldn’t blame her.

“She���s gonna leave me.” Namjoon sobbed into Jungkook's already soaked shirt, covering the thing material in tears and saliva and probably even some snot. Jungkook didn’t feel disgusted, just pitiful.

Jungkook was a bad liar.

So, Jungkook opted to pet his hand through Namjoon’s hair, offering him the most comfort he currently could. And feeling as broken as he did, he wondered how you made it so long.

-

“Thanks for letting me stay, Yoon.” You said shyly after you’d finished your breakfast, waiting next to Yoongi’s front door so you could say goodbye.

His appearance was endearing- face puffy, hair tousled and joggers hanging crookedly on his hips. You wanted to reach out and pinch his cheek, grabbing the generous amount of skin and watching as he slapped your hand away in embarrassment.

But you kept to yourself, as Yoongi shook his head. “Always welcome. Better get used to the company, anyway- I hope.” Yoongi said. What he meant was, ‘I really want to get used to you staying because if you do that means you’re done with that dickwad you call a boyfriend, and it’d be great for both of us.’

You understood completely.

“I’ll let you know how it goes.” You said softly, lips pouting outwards as you steeled yourself for your adventures to come. Yoongi wanted to lean in, to tell you that you’d do fine, give you the confidence you needed to end everything.

He opted to smooth your hair back out of your face, tapping his finger on your nose. “Do make some good decisions today. Good luck, cherry. Door’s always open.” Yoongi assured you, giving you the last push you needed to leave his house and finish what Namjoon had started.

Your heart was beating alarmingly fast, body temperature steadily rising as you neared the place you called home.

You were not scared of violence or anger. Namjoon would never hurt you- anyone, for that matter. Jungkook seemed entirely complacent with your stance on your dysfunctional relationship and on him, and didn’t seem to feel the need to challenge it.

What you were worried about was tears. Seeing Namjoon fall apart in front of you as you told him it was over. The possibility of him begging you to stay was daunting. You weren’t sure if you could stand your ground if he did. And furthermore, if he didn’t, it just proved how much he was already over you, when the thought of finally let him go was enough to bring tears into your eyes.

“You’ve got this, cherry.” You whispered to yourself outside the door to your own house, quietly and childishly. You clenched and unclenched your fist a couple of times before wrapping it around the door knob, twisting and pushing it open.

The familiar scent of Namjoon’s favorite candles wafted straight into your nose, a smell you weren’t sure you’d ever experience again, unless walking through a domestic grocery store, where memories of your first love would come flooding back to you. Shaking your head, you shrugged your shoes off and planted your bag down on the floor beside the door. It was better to leave it there, you figured, since you had every intention of staying strong and leaving anyways.

As soon as your overnight bag met the ground with a gentle thud, you heard footsteps shuffling in from the living room, racing over to see who had come in. You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and carefully as you lifted your head to see your boyfriend, and Jungkook.

“Sweetheart” Namjoon breathed, almost in shock. You looked at him, and realized that the reality of your situation had finally caught up to him. His complexion was significantly duller than usual, hair a mess and eyes red rimmed and puffy. He looked sad, and it made you sad.

“I think we need to talk.” You said, voice a quiet timber as you waited for his response. His face dropped, eyes conveying fear as they teared up, lips starting to quiver.

“Please, don’t say that, baby. I know what that means. Please.” Namjoon said, bringing a hand up to his face to cover his mouth, taking deep breaths to calm himself down as Jungkook brought a hand to his back, rubbing it in circles. The gesture didn’t ignite fire of jealousy or self pity in you, but rather just left you feeling empty.

“I have to, Namjoon. I can’t live like this anymore. I’ve been treated like shit long enough, and I think it’s time I finally get out of your hair. Namjoon, I love you, but it hurts too much. I can’t do it anymore. It’ll never be the same.” You explained to him, voice void of any emotion if once would have had. You didn’t feel passionate about this, but sad and broken. Wishing things would’ve turned out any other way.

Namjoon’s breathing intake had increased, anxious heaves leaving his mouth as he attempted to stay calm in front of you. You wanted nothing more than to go and comfort him, but you felt glued to the counter. Jungkook had barely looked at you- whether out of distaste or embarrassment, you weren’t sure.

“Come here,” Jungkook whispered to Namjoon, pulling a chair out at the dining room table. “Sit.” He finished, patting Namjoon on the back as he guided him to sit. Jungkook’s actions seemed to calm the other man down, which you appreciated. You observed Jungkook sit beside him, and you thought about sitting down with them, but opted to stand your ground- once you were done speaking your peace, you’d go and round up as many of your things you could, and as fast as you could.

“Y/N- sweetheart, I love you so much. I’m so fucking sorry you can’t see that. I’m so sorry I fucked everything up for you- for everyone. Is there any way we can work this out?” Namjoon asked you, desperately, teary eyes staring right into yours.

And you almost said yes. Almost abandoned everything you were pushing yourself towards, just to make him happy again. It hurt to tell him no while he was looking at you like that, so you closed your eyes and bowed your head.

“I can’t do it, Namjoon. I’m sorry, but I can’t do it again.” You whispered honestly, tearfully. Judging from the choked sob that left his lips, he didn’t like your answer. When you looked back up his face was stuffed into his hands, Jungkook guiltily leaning next to him as he tried to comfort the broken hearted man.

Jungkook didn’t have his eyes on Namjoon, but rather you. His gaze was no longer cold or competitive, it was subdued, almost as if he had detached himself from the situation altogether. And even knowing everything he’d done to hurt you, you couldn’t help but feel bad about the way things turned out for him, too.

You wondered if they would stay together even after you were gone.

The thought made your head swim, so you began to walk down the hall to your once shared bedroom, making a mental checklist of your absolute necessities.

“I’m gonna get my things. I’ll be out of your hair soon enough.” You said awkwardly. Namjoon’s head perked up at your words. “Huh? Where are you going? Baby, I get it, you don’t want to be with me anymore, but please think this through.” Namjoon told you, worry coating his tone. It was nice to know he still cared about what happened to you.

You gave him a sad smile. “Don’t worry, I’m in good hands. Yoongi offered to let me stay at his house until I found another apartment.” You assured Namjoon. His face soured at your words, a mixture of anger and melancholy.

“Of course he did.” Namjoon muttered darkly, shaking his head. You furrowed your eyebrows in annoyance, perking one up. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked calmly.

Namjoon looked up you, expression deadpan. He seemed to be done crying, a new stage of grief consuming him. “As if you don’t know. He was always trying to get into your pants, why do you think I fucking hated him so much? You know what, I bet you started cheating with him long before I ever laid a hand on Jungkook. Any dunce can see he loves you. Was I never good enough?” Namjoon seethed.

His words filled you with shock, for a multitude of reasons. Jungkook stiffened at Namjoon’s words, feeling as the air got thick with tension and anger. You exhaled harshly, trying not to snap.

“Namjoon, the last thing you want to do is project your issues onto me,” You started, turning around to face him, in the strongest stance you could muster. “I went to hell and back just to stay together with you, to try and be happy again. You know for a fact I’d never cheat on you. Ever. Even if Yoongi was in love with me, the only problem it could’ve ever caused was insecurity on your part. My heart only beat for you, and you decided that wasn’t good enough. I’m getting my things, and I’ll send someone for the rest- but I’m leaving, for good.” You spoke.

Your voice was shaky and it felt like electricity was running through your veins, shocking you every time you moved. Nonetheless, you quickly bolted to your bedroom, not caring to stay for a rebuttal, because in your mind you’d said everything you needed to.

For once the sadness had been replaced with something as energizing as anger, and even though it burned and twisted like fire inside of you, it was better than feeling empty.

You stuffed some of your favorite clothes into a backpack, cramming as much into the pathetic little sack as you could. You grabbed your phone charger- which you’d forgotten the first time, and crowded your arms with toiletries. When you’d grabbed everything you were capable of you rushed out of the bathroom, bristling past Jungkook who’d been watching the entire scene. Part of you wondered how much of a show you were putting on for Jungkook to prefer watching you pack after a messy breakup rather than comfort his boyfriend.

His eyes locked with yours as you walked past, and you stayed silent. Namjoon had shut himself into the guest bedroom in a fit of tears and anger, and you knew due to the loud slam of the bedroom door.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry, Y/N. I hope you find what you deserve.” Jungkook mumbled, leaning back against the hallway wall as he watched you retreat, just like he should’ve done months ago.

His words sent tingles up your spine and made you stop in your tracks. You didn’t know what to do, feeling his presence watching from behind as you wondered what to do, what to say. Lifting your head up again, you resumed your journey to the door.

“I guess I hope you do, too. Maybe this will be a lesson for all of us.” You sighed, eyes burning as a layer of angry tears coated your eyes. Bending over, you grabbed your other bag before turning around one final time, getting a hard look at what you used to call home.

Namjoon was nowhere to be found, and Jungkook stared back at you. You sent him a nod, to which he returned.

You turned around and shut the door behind you, feeling as if you’d lost half of your entire being. As you felt your heart cloud with sadness, you tried to remind yourself that this was for the best. A new beginning.

You drove to Yoongi’s house with your head held high.

-

You’d walked in without knocking, using the spare key Yoongi had given to you right when he bought the house. Rarely did you ever do it, only ever thinking about using it when Yoongi had left you in charge of his plants when he had to leave for extended amounts of time.

If you were going to be living here, there was no use in getting flustered over personal space- this was your personal space now.

The house was eerily quiet when you got in, leading you to believe Yoongi had holed himself up in his room after breakfast. He had a bad habit of returning to bed when he didn’t have anything in particular to do, so you headed down to his bedroom.

The door was open a crack, and you could hear the melodic noise of Hoseok’s laughter coming through the slight opening. You smiled to yourself, happy that you’d get to hear something so precious more often now.

However, the glimpse you’d gotten of what was happening on the other side of the door was startlingly familiar.

Thank god it wasn’t as graphic as the first time it happened- not to mention you weren’t dating either of them, anyway. However, you couldn’t help but notice the feelings the sight in front of you stirred up in your being.

Hoseok was leaning over Yoongi, blankets tossed all around them- evidence of a play wrestling match, most likely one Yoongi had initiated. The darker haired male was smiling at your best friend, leaning down and pressing kisses to all parts of his face before planting a soft one on his lips, staying there a second before pulling back, admiration in his eyes.

“You’re dumb,” Yoongi snorted. “We can’t do this right now. I don’t know when Y/N will be back, and and I’m worried about her.” Yoongi said, making you smile. At least he hadn’t forgotten about you, even though you were practically ten feet away from him.

Hoseok sighed, not feeling any annoyance at Yoongi’s word. He sat back up, staring at the ceiling. “You’re a lot more than worried about her.” Hoseok smiled, making Yoongi’s cheeks puff out in embarrassment as he sent a light slap into the other man's side.

“Don’t bring that up. It’s embarrassing. She’s breaking up with her boyfriend as we speak- well, I hope she is.” Yoongi muttered. His words filled you with confusion, causing you to bolt away from the door as you finally realized that you were eavesdropping, even if you were the topic of conversation.

You shuffled as lightly down the hallway as you could before opening the front door and slamming it shut- more loudly than the first time. Then you plopped your bags down on the floor before kicking your shoes off rather noisily, hoping at least one person would hear you before coming to find you on their own.

Yoongi practically bolted down the hallway, eyes wide as he surveyed you for any type of damage- physical or emotional. When you appeared fine, he tilted his head. He’d at least expected your face to be tear stained, but he couldn’t see any trace.

“Cherry, how’d it go?” He asked you, bringing his hands to yours as Hoseok walked out from behind him, sending you a smile and a happy greeting. You returned it, trying to push any and all thoughts about what you’d just witnessed out the window so you could assure Yoongi you were fine.

“Well, I did it.” You said, figuring you’d get the brunt of everything out of the way first. You noticed how Yoongi let out a small sigh of relief, letting his head fall a little as he relaxed. Hoseok touched you on the shoulder, causing Yoongi to let go of one of your hands.

“I have a feeling this is quite the story. Why don’t we go sit down?” He inquired sweetly, to which you nodded. Hoseok had a way of making you feel giddy inside, despite the recent events you’d dealt with. Nodding, you allowed him to lead you and Yoongi to the living room.

“Sounds like a great idea, Hobi.” You told him. You sat on the couch first, with room on either side as to let Yoongi choose whatever side he wanted. He tended to switch it up, so you’d learned to sit in the middle of the couch so he had both options open. The man ended up sitting to the right of you, and you expected Hoseok to sit next to him, but instead he sat on your other side, thigh touching yours.

Yoongi’s eyes zeroed in on how close you were, but said nothing. “So? What happened?” Yoongi asked you, finally. You rolled your eyes.

“Well, it started out… Pretty much how I expected it to. He ended up crying a lot in the beginning, and Jungkook just sort of awkwardly stood there trying to comfort him. Once I told Namjoon I was staying with you, he practically blew a fuse. His attitude did a 180, really! He told me that- that you like me… And that I was cheating on him with you long before he ever touched Jungkook. Oh my god, it made me so mad that he’d tried to paint me as the unfaithful one, when I’ve done nothing but suffer for him.” You said indignantly, feeling yourself get worked up again.

Hoseok scoffed, more caught up in the fact Namjoon had projected himself onto you- whereas Yoongi had been stunned into silence, trying to search for anything to say that wouldn’t further incriminate him- while also consciously not trying to ruin any shot he ever might have had with you.

“He’s an asshole, is what he is. You did the right thing and I’m proud of you, cherry. He has no business trying to paint you as the bad guy, don’t get caught up in that for a second.” Yoongi assured you as Hoseok’s hands had found their way to the back of your neck, lightly rubbing at the skin to help you calm down.

You wondered why Yoongi didn’t mention anything about him having feelings for you. Part of you wanted to write it off and say it wasn’t important, that if he didn’t mention it he must not even think of you in that way- he’d probably already forgotten.

But why did that hurt so much?

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a messed up widdershins-caliban family mini-theory/headcanon

[bare with me i wrote this around 1am in my time zone and thought to post it now instead of at a more reasonable period like 1pm maybe you’ll catch typos]

So Mrs. Widdershins and her first husband are clearly not part of the sugar bowl generation (i think that’s the term for vfd members who are children when the original schism happened?). They’re original schism members, since Fernald is always technically lump with the sugar bowl generation to keep things simple.

But we have Fiona, who is definitely lump with the Baudelaires and Quagmires children (idk what term is used for them). We know that Fiona’s birth happened when Fernald is a teenager: greater than or equal to 13, but less than or equal to 16. I’m excluding 17 because babies in the asoue world can remember memories one thought they wouldn’t remember and Fiona could be barely be two when recalling fernald and captain widdershins fighting and fernald’s departure, and 18 because it’s age you become an adult in the asoue world.

Other things to considers: Widdershins isn’t actually that much older than Fernald but still older than Fernald for Mrs. widdershins to accept the proposal and Mrs. Widdershins’ death may be connected to the Anwhistle Aquatic fire that took Gregor Anwhistle’s life (since she may have worked with Gregor to created the medusoid mycelium). 

The biggest thing to think about is that Fiona in the Grimm Grotto, says this about her biological father: “My father moved away!” (page 291, in my copy at least). I always thought it as sad detail how Fiona’s family is broken, but after discovering when a child takes in their steparent’s surname is like, basically an adoption, Fiona is Fiona Widdershins for a reason. 

Widdershins adopting Fiona is possible proof Mrs. Widdershins’ first husband wants nothing to do with his old family. With Mrs. Widdershins’ death, the first husband could have fought custody for Fiona (and Fernald, if he didn’t switch sides at this point) or at least visitation rights, but didn’t. Widdershins adopting his late wife’s children may have been his way of trying to keep the siblings together, but in the end could only adopt Fiona. While Widdershins will never win best father of the year, Widdershins would only win second place for worse father of the year.

The first husband will wins first place for worse father of the year, because i think he is Thursday, and left his child again in his marriage to Miranda Caliban. So, like, this is what i have theorize/headcanon: Mrs. Widdershins and Thursday are the youngest members of the original schism generation. They are sometimes mistaken as being the oldest sugar bowl generation members (that goes to monty) and are flatter.

Mrs. widdershins and Thursday always planned Fernald’s birth, and only him. Seeing how Parents with two or more children have a greater chance of dying after their children are kidnapped taken, having one child gives Fernald a greater chance to be raise by them for longer, before getting indoctrinated into VFD.

Their plan work. Fernald didn’t even had to get kidnapped taken. VFD treated him as a kid who always hang out at his parents’ workplace. Fernald got to know several of his parent’s co-workers, two including Captain Widdershins (VFD forced Widdershins to babysit Fernald as a way to toture him [Widdershins]; Widdershins ends up becoming a weird big brother figure instead -i say this because Fernald still got along with Widdershins when the photo was taken) and Gregor Anwhistle (who constantly worked beside Fernald’s mother).

As a teen, Fernald learns from his parents that he’s going to be a big brother!  he’s excited, because holy **** he gets to be a big brother and teach his little sibling everything! Mrs Widdershins isn’t as excited, but excited enough for Fernald’s sake. Thursday though...he doesn’t really talk about his feelings about his second child. When Fiona is born, Fernald and his mother care and love her. Captain Widdershins and Gregor -and other vfd member that visits the family- dotes over baby Fiona.

Thursday isn’t really involved with the family now, and starts to not come home as much. Eventually after several weeks, he moved out. A divorce happens, giving his ex full custody of the children. Within a month of the divorce proceedings, Captain Widdershins and Mrs. Widdershins begin dating. After the divorce is finalize, Widdershins finally pops the question, and Mrs. Widdershins actually becomes Mrs. Widdershins. Fernald is a bit weirded out by the fact his metaphorical big brother is dating and eventually marries his mother, but nothing really changed between them.

While this is going on, Mrs. Widdershins starts working more and more with Gregor and became close to him. like super close. Close to where Mrs. Widdershins threw herself into flames to make a blind attempt of saving of work they made together. like how a mother tries to save her own child from death.

With mom and Gregor dead, as well as Captain Widdershins ‘maturing’ and demanding respect from Fernald not as a big brother but as a (step)father, Fernald tries contacting his biological dad to ask why he isn’t fighting Widdershins’ adoption. There he learns dad flat out moved away, as well as  discovering the reason why dad left via another vfd member *coughkitcough*. While arguments between Widdershins and Fernald were always about the Anwhistle Aquatic fire and Mrs. Widdershins’s death, the ‘ban, ban, absolutely banned’ topic they fought over once and mutually agree to never bring up again is whether Fiona is really Fernald’s half sister.

(Why it became ban is something Widdershins forgot. Fernald remembers though. While upset at first, Fernald realize that in the end, it was Widdershins who returned to them, not Thursday.)

Thursday think Fiona is Gregor’s daughter. The VFD member Fernald talks to takes Thursday’s word as truth. After all, if Gregor and Mrs. Widdershins were willing to betray VFD with the Mycelium, they could have betrayed loyalties to Thursday. With Thursday elsewhere for the next several years, the VFD member gives her opinion on the topic at hand: despite the fast courtship and wedding, Fiona can’t be Widdershins’ kid, because Gregor is more closer in age to Thursday and Fernald’s mother, as well as spending more time with Gregor than Widdershins before Fiona’s birth. Thursday’s last words to her before he left the city is that he thinks Widdershins got seduced (the vfd member didn’t lie here).

Fernald think Fiona is Widdershins’ daughter. For starters, mom really did agree to date Widdershins after dad asked for a divorce. And she really did married someone who is a big brother figure to Fernald. Problem is, Fernald is already upset at the idea mom is a cheater. With the vfd member having such a low opinion on mom over the mycelium, Fernald doesn’t want to think of the possibility mom seduced Widdershins. So Fernald thinks Widdershins is the homewrecker, and just because Widdershins is Fiona’s dad doesn’t give him the right to be a father to him [Fernald].

Widdershins thinks Fiona is Thursday’s daughter. Just because he [Widdershins] and Mrs. Widdershins got to together fast doesn’t mean he was sleeping with her before hand. Sometimes people naturally fall in love and get marry fast. Widdershins even tells Fernald that Mrs. Widdershins loved Thursday and would never had betrayed him [Thursday] in any way, and that he [Widdershins] would never ruin anyone’s marriage (Widdershins legitimately thought Fernald and Fiona’s parents were the types to stay together until death).

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Thursday had asked VFD to move him away from any major water related places. At this point, Thursday still have tiny respect for Gregor and his ex. When VFD asked the reason why, Thursday said he and his ex-wife agreed to not see it each other for the time being (the divorce was not amicable). So now, Thursday works in the city. 

Thursday meets up with many sugar bowl generation members. There he meets Miranda, and they began dating. Thursday is hesitate to go further, because he got word from kit his ex agreed to married Widdershins (Thursday wonder why his ex and Gregor didn’t hook up). As time passes, he thinks Miranda is the one and finally popped the question. They had a small wedding with two guests because they don’t have the money: Miranda’s sister Olivia and another VFD member kit sent in N’s place because N is on a mission. After the marriage, the two decided to go to the island with other VFD members. Thursday gives his two cents about the newly wedded Widdershins, and leaves.

While happy with his new wife and the idea of their future child Friday, Thursday comes the realization he misses being an active member of VFD (Ishmael’s rule of the Island factor into it). While not as young as he used to be, Thursday still wants to help the noble side, even in the smallest ways. After an argument with Miranda about retirement and protecting their child from the rest of the world, Thursday ends up leaving, hoping that someday Miranda will follow suit and take their child back to the mainland.

Thursday being on the island pretty much caused him to go through an update crash course on what the hell happened. He is a bit surprised his son switched sides; but he does not believe Fernald has hooks for hands. In regards to Fiona, Thursday heard not kit but from ike and josephine that Widdershins adopted Fiona shortly after Fernald switched sides.

Thursday frankly decided to keep a safe distance from the Widdershins family as a precaution of Fiona wanting to visit him. In fact, upon his return, Thursday does everything to avoid getting into contact with them, to where they have no idea the man even return from the island.

By the time of The End/Chapter Fourteen, the last piece of news regarding Fernald and Fiona Thursday hears is more of a rumor: they’re back in the city and in the care of Widdershins, and for some reason they’re living with Gregor’s brother (Thursday thought D never adopted H in time before her death), who may or may not have adopted the Quagmires children? Thursday has enough trouble enough trying to verified the rumor Miranda and Friday are back on mainland, having the incredibly deadly viper as a pet.