#she only wanted to save her family........she even wanted to help her cheating bastard of a man...........

[vonlipvig]

katharina you didn't deserve any of that augh

[myanmy]

Unrequired feelings

I LOVE ANGST!!!!!!!

Summary: You fell for Jack and you thought he liked you too, only to be proven the contary.

Word count: 1720

Warnings: cheating? But not cheating because they weren't together. (as you can see I'm very good with warnings)

Your relationship with Jack had always been weird. In the beginning it was because you were a woman and he wasn’t used to having that just yet on his ship, but he felt obligated to help you, since he was partially the reason the house you worked so hard on building burned to the ground. You were rightfully mad and against all your survival instincts, went to have a talk with the famous Captain Jack Sparrow himself and let him hear a piece of your mind. When you somehow manage to find his ship the men on his crew refused to tell you where the goddamned pirate was, but you had previously heard a lot of stories about him and the most famous one was that he was a drunk who spent the majority of his money and time on rum and women. Luckily the rumors had been right and you found him in the second pub you search, mentally you ask yourself how the hell the hundreds of people searching for him didn’t already have him locked up, the man was as obvious as a rock. You ordered him to repay the damages for your house and he obviously didn’t have that amount of money on him, so instead he offered you a deal and now you are sure you weren’t in your right state of mind, because you had accepted. 

Eventually your relationship had gotten better, the nasty looks you gave him stopped and you had even grown to like the dumb and yet so lucky bastard. Your relationship with the crew had also grown immensely, at first they seemed skeptical and even disappointed in their captain for bringing a woman on deck, but with time some just learned to accept you while the majority had become your friends and at some point you had began to see them as a family, a family that supported each other, saved each other asses while also annoying the shit out of you.

Your interactions with Jack had become strange to say the least, you would spend the whole night on the deck while drinking rum, him managing to drown a whole lot more than you, but still. You would talk for hours and hours and when there was nothing else to talk about, you would stare at the sky, laying on the wood floor of the ship while lost in your own separate thoughts, the silence always comforting and never awkward. That was until the next morning, where Jack would avoid you at all costs, when you asked a question he would answer with short answers and didn’t even bother looking at you, when he felt hungry and was planning to get something to eat, he wouldn't call you to eat with him as usual. The urge to punch his beautiful face was always huge, but you also wanted to understand what was going on with him. How can someone be talking all night about their life stories and the next day just act like you are a complete burden? 

Then Elizabeth Swann came, you didn’t hate the girl, god knows she’s in a worst situation that you are, however you didn’t like the fact that now Jack had all the time in the world for this girl he just met. It was one of those nights, where the sea was quiet and for some reason sleep just didn’t seem to be your friend today, so you grab a robe beside the bed and wrap it around yourself. Jack had stolen the robe from a rich old woman’s house and gifted it to you, saying he thought of you as soon as he saw it. The rich fabric felt like clouds in your skin, making you warmer against the cold that was surely out on the deck. You make your steps as light as possible, aware that the wood creaked with the smallest of movements. You open the door to the main deck, only to hear voices on the quarter deck above you, two voices to be precise. One you had learned to like quite a lot, the other you were just growing accustomed to. You hear Jack telling Elizabeth one of his unbelievable stories he had told you, followed by her laughing and adding a few questions, only for him to answer them quite excitedly, just like he had done with you.

You feel a weird thing in your heart, the feeling traveling up to your throat and you felt like you were back to when you were a little child, holding the tears in while telling yourself how stupid you are and how you’re over exaggerating it. You stay there for a few more minutes, your body and mind telling you to stop and listen, maybe he would leave some details out while telling that story to her, maybe he wouldn't tell her the most sensitive topics he had told you, because he had said that he hadn’t told that story to anyone else and had only told you because he trusted you, right? Right?

You stayed long enough to figure he wasn’t leaving any part out and slowly closed the door, hoping they wouldn’t notice the sound of it closing. Luckily because you were a girl, the crew had agreed that it was better if you had a little place for yourself and didn’t sleep in the hammocks between the men, you thought they were being mean and just didn’t want to be close to you, however now you were totally glad they did it. You weren’t sure if they had done it because they just didn’t like you back then or simply wanted you to be comfortable and in the process make themselves comfortable, that didn’t matter now, but you sure were glad and thankful that you had your own small tiny room for yourself. You laid on the bed and let the tears fall slowly, telling yourself that it was okay to over exaggerate while you were alone. In the morning when you wake up you can go back to the non feeling and definitely not a sad person that had lost one of the most precious friends they had.

The next weeks kept going on like this, some nights you would awake late at night and open the door to the main deck slightly, hoping there would be no voices and while sometimes there weren’t, most did and you would go back to your room, each night crying a little less.

“What’s goin’ on lass?” Gibbs asks while you try to tie some knots to keep everything in place.

“Nothing.” You answer, swiping the sleeve of your shirt on your forehead.

“There’s definitely somethin’. You aren’t even looking at him with the angry stare.” He adds.

You sigh, talking about your feelings were not something you were good at, especially when you yourself wasn’t sure what exactly you were feeling. “It’s nothing Gibbs.” You feel his eyes on you for a few more seconds, making it obvious he didn’t believe you, but eventually gave up and walked away.

That night you couldn’t even close your eyes properly and decide to try the deck, praying to whatever god was listening that they weren’t there. When you open the door the slightest bit and don’t listen to their voices, you almost let out a long breath, only when you open the door a bit more and look up, you see them…kissing. One of his hands is around her waist while the other is on the back of her head and her arms are around his neck, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss. You normally would manage the tears until you were back in your room, this time however they flowed as you watched, watched as she had everything you wanted. When you come back to your senses, you simply turn around, not caring about the open door, a clear sign that someone had been there, though you were sure they wouldn’t figure it was you.

You always knew Jack had his affairs, I mean, he was Jack Sparrow. His life involved around rum, the sea and women, but for some reason this one felt different and it hurt, it hurt so much. You didn’t want to admit it, but you had fallen for the pirate, even with you knowing it wasn't a good idea falling for a pirate, especially one with so much of a reputation. 

That night you spend crying and writing letters to your closest friends, Gibbs and some men in the crew you had befriended. You tried writing a letter for Jack, only to write his name and not a word surging in your mind after, so after hundreds of tries you give up and throw all the wasted paper on the trash. Tomorrow the ship would stop in Tortuga and you would wait until everyone got off before you put all the letters in the specific hammocks and then…you would leave. Leave this life behind, leave all the running and stealing, but mainly, you would leave him.

A short time after the sun had risen, the ship stopped in the port. Your hands were sweaty, your breath was short, and your pulse was pounding in your ears. You were nervous, and there was no way around it. This was a big moment, something you had been dreading for hours and now that it was here, all you could do was try to keep your head on straight. Your nerves were frayed, but you were going to do this, one way or another. 

After all you could hear were voices from outside the ship, the soft wind and the calm waves is when you start doing everything you had planned. You place the letters, each one gaining a tear dropping from your eyes, then you grab the essential things you had already placed in a bag. You take one last look around, flashes of good memories appearing everywhere you look, but unfortunately memories aren't enough to keep you here. You step out of the ship, knowing this was the last time you would ever be seeing it and as childish as it sounds, you mentally say goodbye, goodbye to everyone and to everything involving pirates, but more specifically Captain Jack Sparrow.

I'm writting new characters yay. Don't worry, I'll still write for Rick, trust me when I say that my crushes always stay the same, so at some point I'll write for him again. I've noticed that there isn't a lot of Jack Sparrow fanfics out here and it's so sad, I mean, it's Johnny Depp, have writers really not seen him as Jack? Anyways, so I thought I'd give it a try. Hope you guys enjoy it. 💟

[dairy-farmer]

Jaytim where Jason gets cucked by.... *gasp* Willis Todd!?

Instead of dying he simply served a long sentence and was released shortly after his son's marriage. Of course he wants to reconnect!

One of my favourite headcanons is that Jason has a mommy kink, so it would fit well if Tim shared some traits and mannerisms with Catherine.

Anyways idk if Tim would ever willingly cheat with Willis, or if this is some dubious/non-consensual scenario, but it might end with patricide, a retraumatized Jason and Tim giving birth to at least one of Jason's siblings. Not neccessarily in that order.

yes yes yseby yes ye sye s YESRESS YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i LOVE this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

where willis was never killed he just got sentenced to serve a long sentence. when he gets out its been years, a lot of his old stomping grounds have been bulldozed, crime has been severely cracked down upon due to batman's presence. a lot of the simple "honest" work that willis used to be able to use to get by has been all but made oblique. plus he's behind. since getting locked behind bars the world has essentially left him behind. his wife who used to put money on his books had stopped, not because she'd met another man but because she'd gone and died.

when willis gets out he has nothing, no one. but the rule of his probation was that he needed a permanent address where the officer could roll by and check on him at any minute.

all of willis' old contacts, mainly women who he'd messed around with, had either changed their numbers, disappeared, or moved on from him.

willis' options are limited. he'd been born nothing into nothing but he'd still made use of what he had to crawl himself up. decent looks and enough charisma to power a steamboat had been his saving grace. it was what had landed him a nice loyal woman that always put up bail money and raised his bastard.

but willis wasn't so young anymore. that dark hair had faded to streaks of gray, his features had weathered due to age. he was still good looking but not young enough to get stupid little girls to offer him anything he wanted in exchange for a little attention.

but willis was lucky. the gotham prison system had under gone revisions in recent years and a database had been established to help recently released felons reconnect with family and friends to keep them off the streets and therefore away from re-offending.

it's how willis manages to find out his son was alive and not dead in a gutter or rotting in some prison upstate.

what a pleasant surprise!

the little shit had never deigned to visit willis and the address the secretary gives him is in one of the nicer parts of crime alley.

willis can't say he didn't resent the kid a bit. getting a baby dumped on him by a girl he fucked once or twice was a pain in the ass. moreso that when he brought the baby home to catherine she'd cried.

hurt and betrayed that willis had cheated on her.

willis would admit that beneath the hard exterior, part of him had felt a churn of something in his gut at making his cathy cry. she was different from the other women, from the girls he fucked and dumped. it was why he'd kept her around, married her.

she was genuine. sweet. she looked at willis with a look of concern his own mother had never given him. she worried about him, patched him up when he'd return bruised and cut up. she was the only one who ever believed willis would make something of himself, citing willis' head for numbers which had landed him pretty decent jobs as a number runner and accountant that had given them a comfortable life.

until the baby arrived. then all of a sudden willis' meager pay was going towards diapers and milk and all the million things babies needed.

willis would admit the kid had single-handedly ruined him and cathy by draining their finances. cathy had tried to assure him it was alright, that they'd figure things out. she'd even tried going down to the welfare office to get help paying for the kid.

but she'd been rejected. both their criminal records made it so they were on their own.

it meant willis had been made to start taking riskier jobs from shadier employers. cathy had to call up old contacts and start working as a courier again just so they could make ends meet.

so willis hated the kid.

oh he pretended he didn't. for cathy's sake. she'd grown attached and willis had lost the opportunity to suggest they dump the kid at the firehouse or an orphanage.

willis admitted he'd smacked the kid around a bit. mostly when he'd cry that cathy wasn't around.

when willis had gotten the rotten end of stick and landed himself nearly 20 years in prison on a trumped up charge it hadn't felt real.

he'd felt like he was in some sort of waking nightmare as his bumbling public defender fucked up his case.

20 years was a long time to spend behind bars. some of the guys willis got locked up with turned to religion, others tied their identities to the prison gangs and sank deeper into the tar pit of crime.

willis did what he could to maintain his sanity.

until the day of his release when he's handed back the clothes he was arrested in along with his belongings. a wallet with a wrinkled 5 dollar bill, a receipt from the bus, his old house key, and a notebook of addresses that'd landed him in lockup.

willis feels lost when the prison bus dumps him on some random street corner in gotham, a pamphlet of resources in hand, alongside about 12 other inmates.

unlike most of them, willis was literate enough to actually read what was printed and made his way to the listed office. the office which directed him to the home of his estranged son that he hadn't seen since the day he got thrown over the hood of a police car for entering the wrong damn building run by the wrong damn people.

willis may be old. he may have spent the last 20 years of his life in prison. his wife may be dead, his old apartment bulldozed to make room for some gentrified apartment building, and he may have nothing but the clothes on his back- but willis still had his mouth. and that opened a world of possibilities.

jason was taller, broader. he looked disturbingly like willis' father which meant he probably looked a lot like willis.

his hands were thick and calloused, scarred over from hard work as he stood in the doorway in a wife beater and low hanging sweatpants.

willis knew what it felt like to have no lost love for a father. so he just says what it would've taken him to open his door to his father if he'd somehow come back from the dead.

jason's home is cluttered, stacks of books and knickknacks littering shelves and low tables. it's full. but full in a way that willis can tell the home is well loved and occupied. there are paintings and posters on the wall along with pictures. little details are scattered throughout the home that tell willis his son does not live alone. and he's right when he spots the curious figure lingering at the entrance to the kitchen.

willis nearly feels his breath hitch at the sight of the other person. from a certain distance, from an angle...they almost looked like cathy. short dark hair, small figure, soft sloped hips, pretty pink lips, big wet doe-like eyes, long curled lashes...

looks like his son had gotten himself a nice little woman to keep him company in this cozy little house of his.

a clench of something warm and wanting swirled in willis' gut but he pushed it down. no. he could think more on that once he was comfortable and secured a bed.

jason was reluctant. he was recently married, had started some new job at a city planning office, and had just started settling down with his little wife that introduced himself as 'tim'.

saying the right words to squirm his way in comes natural to willis, no amount of time locked up could change that, and jason's little wife also helps.

just like cathy. having faith in a stranger's words, believing that people were better than they actually were.

jason doesn't give in too easily though. willis wouldn't have either.

but willis gets the spare bedroom in the apartment and jason warns him its temporary, just until he gets on his feet and so the parole officer doesn't get on his ass about it.

willis would admit it was nice to have the privacy of a room. a bed that wasn't more of a gym mat than mattress and running hot water whenever he wanted. jason rarely left the home those first few weeks, eyes always locked on willis when he'd come out of the room. more than once he'd dump a newspaper on willis' lap and tell him to start searching the classifieds, that plenty of people were willing to hire ex-cons.

apparently jason's little wife knew better than anyone since he worked for a charity helping underprivileged youths. it must have given him some divine need to help because he often helped willis fill out job applications after willis pretended to struggle reading the words printed on the newsprint.

the night after willis' perceived illiteracy some part of jason seemed to have lightened up. he and jason are washing up the dishes when jason quietly inquired.

"can you really not read?"

of course willis could. he wasn't some kind of fucking moron.

but it seemed to earn sympathy points from people. after all there was nothing more uncomfortable seeing a grown man struggle to read. it makes people not view someone as much of a threat.

its probably part of the reason why jason starts lightening up a little. starts making short trips out of the apartment to do errands while willis remained on his best behavior.

willis was good at maintaining the facade. he'd done it for 20 years in prison, pretending to be a browbeaten, meek, mouse of a man that stuttered so hard he nearly passed out when confronted.

it had been a different kind of humiliation to endure that for 20 long years. being used as entertainment by bigger fish who'd chortle and laugh as willis had to pretend to nearly piss in pants in fear just at being spoken to.

but he'd done it. so he could survive.

being demeaned and degraded day in and day out did something to a man''s brain.

it changed him biologically. made it so the minute he got something he wanted he did anything he could to keep it.

willis was still living under his son's roof, was still at the mercy of his benevolence. was still stuck in a little room without any real freedom.

his son might believe they were reconciling to an extent but jason was still a man in his own home and that meant he couldn't help but try to make willis prostrate.

willis listens to his son fuck his little wife from the next room with a throbbing cock in hand.

20 years was a long time to go without pussy. cathy was long gone but there had been no one who compared to her hot little cunt that had stretched so good around him.

willis pumped his cock listening to breathy moans and high pitched whines of jason rocking into his whore, imagining the stretch of little timmy's cunt over his cock, thinking of fucking him so hard that tender pussy would be bruised and red from the force of it all.

willis can feel his self control start to slip.

going in and taking his son's woman was highly risky and could land him out on the streets again.

but willis didn't know how many more nights he could take before his hand wasn't enough.

then willis reconnects with old acquaintances. ones who haven't changed at all.

no suspicion is drawn about him going out for a beer with old "friends". not that willis would ever consider any of the trash he surrounded himself with as anything more than 'associate'.

but they do have their uses. like one of the men who mainly dealt near the colleges and financial areas.

its not hard to score a few pills from him.

willis crushes them to a fine powder in his room using two heavy books until he had a baggy small enough to fit up his sleeve. from there it was a matter of waiting.

waiting for the next time jason would go out for a few hours.

the gods must be smiling down on willis because he catches a break.

a problem at one of the sites jason works at has had a problem and he'll be gone until the next morning fixing it.

willis doesn't act immediately even though every part of him wants to. he waits until it's lunch and prepares a glass of fruit juice for tim as usual, bringing it to him with every bit of forced casualness as he can.

tim is working and takes occasional sips of the juice and bites of a sandwich while willis hovers nearby, waiting.

eventually the pills kick in.

tim starts shifting. his head starts lolling side to side as tim massages the back of his neck. hands start scratching at the edges of his clothes and wiping away sudden sweat.

when tim stands up with a low call of 'bathroom' but then stumbles- that's when willis swoops in.

bootleg pollen was stupidly easy to obtain. it was untraceable in a tox screen, had a half life of 45 minutes, could be ingested orally, snorted, or absorbed through the skin, was borderline impossible to overdose on, increased body temperature, and made sex so much hotter.

willis had only heard whispers of it, mostly from men who were serving sentences for having used it and how they said it was fully worth it with wistful looks.

willis couldn't help but agree with them as he sank with ease into a dipping little pussy with a relieved gasp that ripped out of him. willis had to just sit there for a little, eyes closed and just feeling the vice of a hot cunt all around his cock. jason's woman let out a soft whine and little murmurs under him, his limbs lax and heavy as his head tilted one way and the other. his brows were furrowed and eyes closed as he softly squirmed, soft bottom inching away until willis reached down and pulled him closer, forcing more of his cock in until he was fully bottomed out. willis felt his pelvis be pressed flush to soft little baby cunt and how nice of jason's woman to keep himself so beautifully waxed.

willis started slow, grinding and grunting against the neck of jason's woman, trying to hold him back from going too fast for fear of cumming too quickly. but that thought left just as soon as it came and willis started furiously fucking the hole under him, insides desperate for release. willis had all day to take his time but for the moment he was going to make up for 20 years worth of fucking.

jason's woman was quite the champ. usually after a few rounds willis was getting pushed away by exhausted broads who'd whine about being too tired to keep going.

not cathy though. never his cathy, no she always let willis go for as long as he wanted until he was satiated. she'd wrap her arms around him and hold him to her while willis fucked her cunt full of load after load. even if she wouldn't be able to move in the morning, even if her cunt would be bruised to the heavens- she'd just press a kiss to willis's forehead and thank him.

god he fucking missed her. 20 years and he hadn't even known they'd buried her in some nameless fucking plot under a number instead of her name.

jason's woman looked so much like her. those pretty eyes, that soft hair, those full cheeks.

god his cathy hadn't aged a day.

willis snapped his hips into a whining cathy a little faster, letting her tilt her head back while he panted over her, nowhere near as young as he used to be.

willis pressed their faces together just like he used to when they'd spend all of saturday and sunday just fucking in their shoebox apartment. willis felt his breath grown heavier as he pumped his cock into cathy, her cunt letting out a wet thick noise everytime he tugged out.

"gnnn, cathy baby i missed you-" and he had, god willis had. he'd never had a good thing in his life but cathy oh fuck his cathy was the only worthwhile thing he'd ever had.

he's borderline lightheaded as his hips stutter, chest tightening and jaw clenching as he tightens his bruising grip on the hips of the hole under him until he's spilling and flooding hot cum into the welcoming womb below him.

willis isn't sure how long he lies there, fucking and cumming and filling a womb with his cum. it must be hours, maybe the whole the day. everytime jason's woman starts struggling a little harder, willis reaches under the couch for the baggy and dumps some over his face, pinching his nose so he has no choice but to swallow and then he's wet and loose all over again.

willis is so focused on it and lost in the sensations he doesn't hear the key in the front door turning. doesn't hear the boots and the steps. doesn't hear how they freeze, how they pause and then start moving rapidly in his direction faster and faster.

willis didn't know jason kept guns. he just assumed his son was too much of a pussy about them. but he was wrong. if he'd checked the closet beside the door or underneath the table by the kitchen he would've found the legally registered, fully loaded fire arm.

willis only sees it when he's ripped back and off tim, the glint of the metal the last thing he sees before jason empties the clip into his head.

willis is not present for the fallout, to see the way he has permanently re-traumatized his son.

his son who had believed his piece of shit father's words about reconciling, the piece of shit father he invited to his home, the piece of shit father he left with his wife, the piece of shit father he arrived home to find raping his wife.

jason is not alright. he's only ever been disappointed by father's his whole life- he should've known better. the moment his father refused to get revenge on his murder should've been the only sign he needed to know better. but jason was just determined to shoot himself in the foot everytime.

and now tim was paying the price for jason's stupidity as well.

jason is meticulous in cleaning the apartment. tim was already unconcious by the time jason arrived, pollen was scattered all beside his head.

so jason rests him on the couch and covers him with a sheet, careful to wipe between his legs to catch...emissions.

tim will awake from the pollen and remember nothing from it and maybe that will be a mercy. the only one to remember what happened will be jason whole cleaned his father's splattered brains off the wall. jason gathers what's left of the corpse and takes it out to an abandoned bridge overseeing one of the rivers in gotham that drains to the ocean.

he weighs each of his father's limbs down with a cinder block and pushes him off the railing. when his parole officer passes by jason will tell him he hadn't even known his father got out of prison.

jason cleans tim carefully, tenderly. he only has to hold himself over the toilet to dry heave once after he'd finished scraping his father's cum out of his wife.

in the morning tim wakes up in pain and delirious with a fever from the pollen.

jason tells him what happened and holds him while he cries but its hard to be traumatized over something you can't remember. its more the paranoia and the thoughts of wondering what happened that drive the depression.

weeks later the parole officer arrives looking for jason's father and it takes everything jason has to remain calm.

another few weeks and jason and tim decide they can't continue to live in their little apartment and they move. another few weeks and tim's period doesn't come and dread fills them both as they realize that it's unlikely that willis was able to get real pollen that it was likely bootleg pollen, the ones that had the effect of forcing people into ovulation.

they think about getting rid of it, they think about ignoring how they've been trying for a baby but have had no luck because jason was essentially a cadaver powered by kiddie pool magic.

they think of not going through with it.

but in the end they can't bring themselves to. they've wanted a baby so badly for so long. they can't do it.

its hard to come to terms with. they tell no one about willis, its easy because they'd told none of the family he'd been staying with them.

they assume jason is the father and he is. jason has been slowly training his mind to disregard the technicalities of genetics, to ignore how if bruce or anyone ever ran a scan on his and tim's baby they'd find he's closer to jason's half brother than son.

they ignore it. they celebrate tim's pregnancy and prepare with all the joy they were holding in for their baby.

and they're happy.

it takes awhile but they are.

their baby is born pink and screaming with a thick head of hair and the most gorgeous little eyes. she has the same little dimple as jason does when she smiles and dick coos over it when he comes to visit them.

"oh she looks so much like her daddy!"

the words only cause the slightest of aches but it fades when jason hears his daughter giggle.

they were good. they were happy.

at the very least willis had been good for one thing in his miserable life.

tim heard him say that and gave him a small, soft look before leaning up to kiss him.

two things, tim would whisper before bending down to give their baby another kiss.

jason pretended like the words didn't choke him up and rested his head on tim's, holding him close while they listened to their sleeping baby take soft, slow breaths.

[hrts4hanniehae]

clutch || three

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

also!!!! the story begins in the christmas period of 2022!!!! IF THERE ARE YEAR ERRORS IM SO SORRY!!!! i legit can't change it omfg

okay if we were being very honest, e/n was an attractive guy. well-liked by everyone, especially yn's parents -- mother. he had a good office job, loved the idea of starting a family and was rather... old-fashioned in his thoughts.

e/n had asked her out 2 years prior. she agreed because she was desperate to please her mother. but it wasn't as if she didn't like him. she did. just... not as much as she would have preferred. he was all those good things, but he didn't let her be free. he always talked her down when she brought up her art or passions. but he made her parents happy. so she suppressed it.

when he cheated on her, she didn't feel any sadness. not much resentment either. but when he stole her apartment from her, she lost her shit.

"what do you mean i can't take my apartment back? MY NAME IS ON THE LEASE!!"

"i did not sign that! that's a forged signature! how many times do i have to tell you, i have no recollection of EVER signing my apartment off to him! god why won't you even investigate the signature!"

not only did she have to deal with this bastard's theft, but now she had to deal with him at work too.

"do you know where's the bathroom?" (random museum goer)

she kindly pointed her in the direction of the nearest bathroom.

"oh yn! I didn't know you worked here." - e/n

"hi e/n. what do you need. and where's your side chick." - yn

"she went to the bathroom. i wanted to see you." - e/n

"when the fuck are you going to leave me alone? you already stole my house. what else do you want?" - yn

"yn, you're being ridiculous. just come back to me. i'll ditch her for you. i just wanted to try someone new. you're not exactly a... fun partner you know? fun in that way." - e/n

"leave me alone. i already have a new apartment. just please. i don't fucking like you anymore. just leave me alone. stop harassing me, okay? your idiotic excuses and reasonings don't make ANY sense at all. just go." - yn

"so why haven't you told your mom about our breakup? hm? do you really not like me anymore?" - e/n

"i've told you time and time again. i don't talk to my mother. at all. if you care so much, just tell her yourself. why we broke up. hm? or do you want me to get byeongho to tell her. because I will. i'm not telling her because i'm trying to help you save face. if i tell her, your father will know. and he will not be happy. i'm trying to do one nice thing for you despite you fucking another girl in OUR BED." - yn

and just like a saviour, minghao was running up to her.

"yn, your boss told me to look for you about managing my exhibit. oh. hi e/n. get lost, thanks." - minghao

"mind your own business, [redacted slur]" - e/n

security kicks him out.

"thanks, hao. my day has been ruined because of him." - yn

"i'll buy you lunch? i don't think you've had lunch yet." - minghao

"thanks but i'm good. i don't usually have lunch anyways. i'm going to head home. my shift is over." - yn

"did wonwoo tell you our friend was staying over at your place today?" - minghao

"huh. who? he didn't tell me." - yn

i guess he forgot - minghao

"lee chan, or dino. the soloist. so don't be too shocked if you see him walking around." - minghao

"right. i'll see you tomorrow for lunch, minghao. go hang out with jun." - yn

"he's filming a movie right now. how am i supposed to go see him?" - minghao

"figure it out!" - yn

she forgot about dino and walked into the bathroom not knowing he would be there. luckily, he was half-clothed.

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synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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[joyfulladywarrior]

Aemma survives au part 1

Aemma was able to survive being cut open. Everyone told her that this is a miracle from the gods. The whispers say otherwise. What good was she to the king now that there is no potential for her to give him a son? The whispers completely ignore his hand in ensuring that she doesn't give him one. Instead of sacrificing the baby to save her. He sacrifices her to save the baby and sacrificed any chance of her giving him any other baby. She often wonders what would he have done had the baby been a girl who lived...

Questioning herself, Viserys, and everything she knows was how life was for her after waking up. She didn't know how she can look at Viserys after his betrayal. She'd have preferred to have him cheat on her and beget a bastard than do this to her. She didn't know how she can face her daughter. Her daughter who saw her mutilated body and stayed at her bedside. When she lays asleep, she can hear her sometimes. Crying and praying. Her daughter who has been avoiding her and Viserys now that she is awake. It is her own fault though. She cannot blame Rhaenyra for the distance when she herself had not thought of Rhaenyra being motherless when one of her pregnancies finally (or Viserys) kills her. She had only thought of her duty and forgetting what it was to live without a mother. She used to talk to Rhaenyra about duty and how she has to give the king a son. Told her that both of them are only royal wombs. No. Aemma can't blame her. She can only hope that Rhaenyra will marry a good man but... wasn't Viserys a good man too?

Aemma's plan to avoid Viserys and talk to her daughter has failed. She could not avoid Viserys as he is the king and Rhaenyra is still running from her. A few moons has already passed and it is apparent that Viserys does not feel guilt anymore, if he ever did that is. He came to tell her that the council is pushing him to take a new wife. The problem is that the Faith does not believe in polyamorous marriages which means that they will have to annul the marriage and, in doing so, Rhaenyra will be declared a bastard. She wouldn't even be a lady. For the first time in moons, Aemma begged Viserys not to do this. She even sent ravens to her family in the Vale and Daemon for help. Neither the threat of the knights of the Vale or Daemon changed Viserys' mind. Viserys kept telling her that he would legitimize Rhaenyra after but Aemma didn't want her daughter to be stuck with a name similar to the queen who never was. As a last resort, Aemma threatened Viserys that she would leave Westeros with Rhaenyra if he continues with this decision. Viserys, being used to calm and demure Aemma, did not believe her.

It happened during the night of the marriage annulment...

There were servants who were still loyal to Aemma. They sneaked her to Rhaenyra's room and she woke Rhaenyra. Her daughter is so confused and terrified. This is the first time her daughter talked to her in moons. Even her being named a bastard hadn't moved her daughter to tears as she had hoped. She and Viserys stole her childhood from her and ruined her future. Rhaenyra was apprehensive about leaving but she followed her mother at the end and they both left on Syrax with only the clothes on their back. Aemma decided against making a stop at the Vale due to fearing Viserys trying to get them back. At first, they went to Volantis in the hopes of reuniting with aunt Saera and her cousins. She was hoping that the blood of the dragon will be thick enough for her to get some help settling in. Regardless of what everyone said about princess Saera, she is a true dragon (unlike Aemma herself and Viserys and her loyalty to the House of the Dragon is admirable. She had helped them settle in and showed the both of them freedom they never dreamed of.

[whats-wild-to-you]

Dr. Daredevil (Jay Park AU)

Chaeyeon

“You what?!”

“Chaeyeon, please! Try to understand.”

“Oh I understand just fine! Park Jaebeom is a lying, cheating bastard. He always has been!”

“He had no choice.”

“Are you hearing yourself? He's a fraud! And you're helping him!”

“We’ve never had an issue. I-”

“Because you step in every time to save his ass. Unbelievable. Every doctor in this hospital is jealous of Park Jaebeom, wishes to be just half as good as he is. Oh, the irony!”

“I only take over on the difficult cases. Today was a first.”

“You were there! You saw him. He couldn’t even remove a gallbladder without causing problems! Residents in their first year are able to do this. In his fourth year he should be able to do it blindfolded!" I released a sigh. It didn’t matter what I said to Kang Hyuntae. In his eyes Jaebeom did no wrong.

“There’s something else.”

“What now?”

“The chairman would like to see you.”

“Of course he’s in on this! How could he not be.”

“Listen to me, if you don’t want to step foot into one of Jaebeom’s ORs again, that’s fine too. But you can’t talk about this with anyone. Do you understand?”

“I’m not stupid. The minute I tell anyone about this, I lose my job. But Jaebeom gets to keep his.”

Kang Hyuntae sighed heavily, rolling his eyes at me. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Jaebeom

I left my Maserati in grandfather’s driveway, rushing up the stairs. Time was of the essence. It wouldn’t be long until he found out about what had happened in my OR earlier today. I wanted to tell him myself first, thinking he wouldn’t get mad at me.

“What were you thinking? Were you thinking at all?”

Fuck! Hyuntae beat me to it!

“Harabeoji…”

“You usually don’t make stupid mistakes. What’s going on?”

The way he asked made me think he already knew. Of course he knew! After all he announced that he was going to run a background check on Chaeyeon.

“It’s her, isn’t it?”

“No. It had just been a while since I had removed a gallbladder and I hesitated for a second. Hyuntae was too impatient and stepped in when it wasn’t even necessary.”

“Do you really expect me to believe that? Anyway, the background check on Ms. Baek revealed some interesting things. If you want to know, her file is on my desk.”

"Is she here right now?"

But grandfather didn't answer, just chuckled on his way out.

Chaeyeon

The second I stepped foot in Jaebeom’s grandfather’s mansion I felt as if I was suffocating. I panicked, like cattle that’s being led to the chopping block. A butler appeared out of nowhere, guiding Dr. Kang and me to the second floor.

Was this where Park Jaebeom lived?

I had noticed the expensive Maserati parked out front, doubting that it belonged to his grandfather. It was definitely not the house I visited a couple years ago.

“This way, Miss.”

Kang Hyuntae stayed back, only I was being led through a heavy wooden door.

I was in the chairman’s study. Shelves filled with books decorated all four walls, shelves that were floor to ceiling. In the middle of the room were two giant leather couches, two armchairs and a couch table.

The scent of books that filled the atmosphere was overpowered by that of coffee as the butler brought in a silver tray, placing it on the table. He left without a word and seconds later Jaebeom’s grandfather entered.

“Good evening, Dr. Baek.”

I nodded briefly but refused to bow down to him. Just then it occurred to me that I knew nothing about Jaebeom or his family. This giant mansion seemed awfully quiet. As I came in I looked for any clues of life. But there weren’t even family photos. Only portraits of some old men. Now I recognized one of them as Jaebeom’s grandfather.

“I assume you know who I am?”

Jaebeom must be here somewhere! Why is he hiding?

I remained quiet. Not because I was intimidated but because I had nothing to say.

“You’re an interesting woman, Dr. Baek. Resilient.”

He spoke that last word slowly, letting it linger in the room.

Was this what he wanted? To intimidate me? Resilient? Yes! I was resilient. Despite knowing what he really meant.

“Have we met before?”

“No.” I said briefly, locking eyes with him.

He was amused by my defiant stance. I was annoyed by him beating around the bush. I had a long day and all I wanted was to go home.

“Chairman, I’m not stupid. I know why I’m here. I have better things to do and I assume you do too. So let’s cut to the chase here. You wanted to see me, warn me, scare me, tell me that if I ever talked about what happened today you’d make my life a living hell.”

I watched as his expressionless face flinched until an amused smile adorned his face.

“Did I leave anything out?”

“I simply wanted to meet my grandson’s new colleague.”

“Yes, we could certainly pretend that this is the reason I'm here but we both know it’s not true.”

“Hmm.” That’s all my little outburst got him to say.

“So if you have nothing else to say to me, I would like to go.”

He made a gesture as if to say that the door is unlocked. I nodded again and disappeared.

Outside I took a much needed breath, filling my lungs with fresh air. Kang Hyuntae was waiting for me, casually leaning against the side of his car. I hadn’t paid attention before but it looked expensive. I couldn’t help but wonder if he bought it himself or if it was a bribe.

“Let me take you home.” He said, opening the passenger door.

I simply walked past him, hearing him sigh in frustration.

“You can’t walk all the way back! Chaeyeon!”

I stopped. He was right. Reluctantly I got in his car and fastened my seatbelt, avoiding eye contact.

After a while, my manic laughter replaced the silence. The whole situation was just too comical. If I had only stayed in my hometown none of this would’ve happened.

“What’s so funny?” Kang Hyuntae’s voice was laced with concern.

“I always despised this. The wealthy who had power over the weak. We live our lives quietly and unassumingly. Most of us don’t act out or try to climb the social ladder. It’s the strong and powerful who pry on us, corrupting us and using us as their pawns.”

“Chae-”

“You’re one of those. The chairman approached you, corrupted you.”

“What makes you think that? What if I was the one who came up with this arrangement?”

“You said you and Jaebeom weren’t friends in med school.”

“So?”

“So you met later. Presumably in this hospital. You were the promising star surgeon, while Jaebeom had his grandfather pull some strings for him to graduate. The poor guy wasn’t even confident in his skills.”

“Not bad.”

“What did the chairman promise you? Money? Because it couldn’t have been job security!”

I laughed at my own joke until Kang Hyuntae’s voice echoed in the small space.

“You and I, we have a lot in common. Although I lost my parents when I was really young so I had to have several side jobs just to be able to save money for med school. Jaebeom and I actually had met several times in med school when I was tutoring him. The pay was substantial and I didn’t see anything wrong with helping out a fellow student.”

“But?”

“No but. We graduated and each went their own way.”

“So the chairman approached you, promising you you’d never have to worry about money again as long as you did his grandson’s job.”

It wasn’t a question, yet I found Kang Hyuntae struggling to answer it.

“If you thought about it rationally you’d see how everybody benefits from that.”

“First and foremost Dr. Park.”

“You’re wrong! He has the most to lose. If someone uncovers his secret he won’t be able to work anywhere. He’ll be a fraud. But you, me, we perform operations others would kill to do. We gather experience.”

“You’re sick. Just like Park Jaebeom and his grandfather!”

When he stopped at another red light I just unfastened my seatbelt and got out of the car, tuning out his pleas for me to get back in.

But I had to get home somehow and so I found myself calling Lee Kangmin. He came to pick me up right away and was kind enough to not ask any questions. At first.

“Okay, I give up! Tell me why I had to pick you up off the side of the road.”

“I took the wrong bus.” I blurted out in panic but to my surprise Lee Kangmin seemed to be satisfied with that answer.

He took me home but hesitated when I got out of the car. From the corner of my eye I saw him getting out as well, silently following me.

"Wh-"

"Don't you have coffee at home?"

Lee Kangmin came from a good, intact family. His parents were over the moon when they learned their son would work in Seoul and didn't hesitate to find him a nice apartment near the hospital.

"Chae, I know you better than you think! I'm coming in, you're going to make me a cup of coffee, and then you're going to tell me what happened today."

Jaebeom

My eyes flitted over the documents my grandfather had left on his desk.

I always knew Baek Chaeyeon was a nerd, but what I didn't know was that she was incredibly smart.

Also, life wasn't kind to her. Between struggling to pay for med school and keep themselves fed, her parents worked themselves to the bone. She had lost both of them, only one year apart.

The worst part? She felt so bad for her parents's death that she blamed herself, convinced that she didn't deserve to stay in Seoul. Instead the returned to the countryside, letting her talent go to waste.

I was mad and furious the more I read.

Why was she so stupid?

I could tell the guilt was eating her alive, until Kim Donghyun extended that job offer to her. And even then I bet she didn't accept right away.

"Why didn't you just stay in Andong?"

Was that really it? The reason I froze and messed up an easy operation? Was I affected by Baek Chaeyeon?

"No. That's ridiculous!"

I poured some more whiskey into my glass and chugged it down, throwing Chaeyeon's folder in the trash.

Lee Kangmin

"Spit it out! I know it's eating you alive."

"There really isn't anything." She replied in between hiccups.

"I don't believe you!"

I wasn't trying to get her drunk, but while I was sipping on my coffee, I watched her throw back one can of beer after another. Clearly there was something on her mind.

When she was drunk, which didn't happen very often, she wasn't as observing as usual. I could gawk at her and she wouldn't even notice.

So I took a good look at her. She had changed her hair. Not drastically, but since I saw her every day, all day for the past four years, I knew exactly how she had her hair. She also started using way more makeup, and dressed trendier. Her friend Soojung was probably responsible for that.

"Am I a pushover?" She mumbled now and I had to get close to her to hear what she was saying.

"Absolutely not!"

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

"Why am I not a pushover? I'm a woman. Weak and dependant."

"Chae-chae, you have to tell me what's going on? Otherwise I can't help you!"

I was being sincere. Had anybody else listened in to our conversation, they would think I was taking advantage of the fact that she was drunk, but that couldn't be further from the truth.

I really cared about Chaeyeon. A lot. I had noticed that she often interacted with Dr. Kang and that she was uncomfortable whenever someone mentioned Dr. Park to her, but it didn't matter to me. I trusted her, and knew that her and I talked about everything.

"I can't. It's a secret." She spoke slowly, her eyes shut close.

Damn! I pinched the bridge of my nose. Something was bothering her, but I didn't want her to tell me anything in her drunken state.

"How about you go take a shower, I will cook something for you. You need food to soak up all the alcohol in your stomach."

"Food?" She said with a disgusted expression on her face.

"Yeah. I promise it'll make you feel better." I finally convinced her, pushing her towards her bathroom.

When she came back out 20 minutes later I could tell she had sobered up a bit. The smell of food didn't cause her to dry heave any longer so I placed a bowl of soup and a bowl of rice in front of her. She eagerly finished her food and washed it down with some tea.

"You know I trust you, right? I would never keep things from you, but this one's different. Knowing might get you in danger."

"I don't care! I see that you're struggling, but you're not alone. You have me, you will always have me!" I boldly took her hand in mine, squeezing it lightly. I expected her to be confused by my unusual move but she surprisingly found comfort in it.

"If I tell you ..."

"I will keep it a secret. I promise you. I just can't stand seeing you suffer alone."

She sighed heavily, trying desperately to pick up the two remaining grains of rice with her chopsticks.

"Promise me you won't judge me or hate me!"

"Me? Hating you? Impossible!"

-> next chapter

[marvelmaniac715]

This is part one of a series I like to call ‘If Chucky had Reddit’. Each post will cover a different movie or season of his show, this fic is about Child’s Play One.

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e/Throwawaydollcrisis:

r/AITA:

AITA For Kidnapping a Woman and Tying Her Up in a Secret Apartment My Girlfriend Doesn’t Know About?:

I (33M) have always wanted a big family. I’ve wanted kids since I was a little boy, and I’ve wanted a wife ever since I learnt about the concept of love and marriage.

My girlfriend (29F) and I haven’t been able to conceive a child, and honestly, I can’t see myself with her in the long-term. We share some common interests, but she’s starting to grate on my nerves a tad, and she’s not really that pretty if you really look at her.

A few months ago I met a woman who I’ll call Sophia. Sophia (30F) was beautiful, and she had the most adorable little girl who we’ll call Bella. I fell in love with this woman almost immediately, and Bella looked like she could be my daughter, and I knew that this was the family I’d been waiting for. Unfortunately, she was married, and heavily pregnant. But I’m a decent guy, I’m willing to step up and raise both of these babies with Sophia, all I had to do was get her husband out of the way.

After the funeral, I approached Sophia and asked her out on a date. I wanted to take it slow, she was still grieving after all, even if he wasn’t good for her. But apparently, I’d misinterpreted friendly conversation as flirtation, but I was in too deep by now.

I kidnapped her there and then and brought her to an abandoned apartment near a toy store. She struggled a lot and tried to escape, so I had to tie her down for her own safety. I went to pick up Bella from daycare and when I came back Sophia was crying and said that I was an asshole.

I think she just needs time to accept her situation, but what do you think, Reddit? AITA?

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Comments:

BrideofPsychostein: WTF? I know exactly who you are you cheating bastard, stay right the fuck where you are, you’re gonna get a little visit from a close friend of ours. You just wait until I give Mikey a call, you’re in so much trouble, mister!

Reply - Throwawaydollcrisis: I swear to God Tiff, you always take this shit too far. This is why I’m leaving you, honestly, you can be such a bitch over something so unimportant, it’s ridiculous.

Skeptic372: Is this a joke post? This sub is for serious posts only…

Reply - Throwawaydollcrisis: Shut up, it’s serious. Doubt me again and I’ll slit your throat. I know where you live, asshole, your location’s in your bio, idiot.

EveryDayBatman: Just got an anonymous tip old Charlie boy, get ready.

Reply - Throwawaydollcrisis: oh shit.

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e/Throwawaydollcrisis:

r/AskReddit:

Hypothetically, could I transfer my soul into a doll?:

That’s just a hypothetical, but say… I was bleeding out in a toy store. No humans nearby, could I go into a doll? I mean, they’re human looking, right? Specifically I’m talking about one of those new Good Guy dolls. Please respond quick cause I don’t know how long I have left. Until curiosity gets the better of me, nothing else I swear.

Update: 

Never mind, I solved the problem myself, thanks for nothing, guys. Really means a lot, y’know?

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e/TheGoodKaren:

r/dolls:

I’m so sorry if this comes off as rude or impossible, but does anyone know where I can get a Good Guy doll, preferably in the next eight hours?:

Please let me explain. I’m a single mother on a relatively low income, I have a little boy who’s six today, and it would make his day to have his new favourite thing as his very own on his special day. I’m really beating myself up over not having one now, but by the time he wanted one I’d already spent all the money I’d saved for presents and it was too close to his birthday. I’ve managed to find $50 in case anybody is willing to sell, please help me make my little boy’s birthday wishes come true. 

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Comments:

Magpie: Karen, is that you? You should have just asked, I know a guy in a nearby neighbourhood who’s selling one! I’ll take you there after work, we wouldn’t want to mess up the little tyke’s birthday now would we?

Reply - TheGoodKaren: Oh Maggie, you’re a lifesaver! Thank you, you’re the best friend ever!

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e/Throwawaydollcrisis:

r/AskReddit:

Should I pretend that I was sent down from heaven by a dead kid’s father so that he’ll play along with my plans?:

This is a really important question, don’t let me down this time.

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Comments:

TheGoodKaren: Uh, I have a six year old son, and speaking as a mother, that is a horrible thing to do, op.

Reply - Throwawaydollcrisis: Shut up you stupid bitch, I already hate you, don’t make it worse.

MellowYellowVibes: I’m a child psychologist, and it can be really damaging to a child’s mental development if they’re lied to in such a way. I suggest you don’t do this, op.

Reply - Throwawaydollcrisis: Why is this sub filled with idiots?

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e/Throwawaydollcrisis:

r/voodoo:

Can you kill a person with their voodoo doll?

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e/TheGoodKaren:

r/LegalAdvice:

Can a six year old boy go to prison on suspected murder charges?:

My best friend died recently, she was babysitting my little boy and he was the only one home. She fell out of my apartment’s window onto a truck below. 

My son swears he didn’t do it and that his new Good Guy doll killed her. The cops are getting concerned and I don’t want to lose my son. Could I perhaps plead insanity and get him off with a lighter sentence?

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Comments:

Truthisoutthere666: Trust the boy, it’s the doll. Check it later for yourself.

Reply - TheGoodKaren: Okay, I’ll do that later then…

ElectricDoc: I’m a child psychologist, Karen, the head child psychologist for your area. I think that perhaps your son should come and stay in my facility for a while, where we can heal his troubled mind. He wouldn’t be considered a criminal and could one day go on to live an ordinary life.

Reply - TheGoodKaren: I hate the thought of not seeing my son for so long, but if it’s what I have to do to keep him safe I’ll do it.

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e/Throwawaydollcrisis: 

r/fashion:

Do trench coats and leather jackets look good on six year old boys?

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e/Throwawaydollcrisis:

r/LegalAdvice:

What’s the legal age to drink and smoke in the US?

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e/TheGoodKaren:

r/dolls:

Good Guy question:

Hi, sorry, me again. Are the new Good Guy dolls supposed to work without their batteries? I got one for my son a few days ago and it seemed to work fine, but I was just about to throw out it’s box today and realised that the batteries were still inside the packaging. Is that meant to happen?

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Comments:

Guest224: Speaking as a doll collector who’s recently finished stocking up on at least three of all of the different name varieties for this doll, no. Your doll must be a defect. Did you buy it from a reputable source?

Reply - TheGoodKaren: Uh, no. Should I be concerned then?

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e/TheGoodKaren:

r/LegalAdvice:

Is it counted as murder or manslaughter if you kill a sentient children’s toy?

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r/news:

“Chucky did it.” Andy Barclay aged six from New Jersey claims that his prized Good Guy doll is behind recent murders in his local area:

His mother supports his delusions, and claims that her son is telling the truth. Local eye witnesses report sightings of a short figure with long red hair in striped overalls reminiscent of the popular toy being seen near the crime scenes, and ‘Chuckymania’ has swept the neighbourhood into a frenzy.

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Comments:

IronaYitz: Hey, am I the only one who thinks that this would make a great horror movie?

DonMancini: I’d totally make it. I’m gonna see if I can get my friend Brad Dourif to star in it.

[obsessedwithfanfiction]

Twisted Wonderland Writer!Yuu/MC

Yuu is a webnovelist who without a computer to post on wrote in the spare notebooks Crowley so generously gave her.

Her preferd genre is Villianess/Villian revenge.

She endes up uploading on a site Azul and Kalim made for her to write her stories after the Scarabia incedent Kalim only paid for it so she can make extra money with Azul taking a cut

Azul found out about her stories from Grim when he mentions Yuu writing whenever she can on their emergancy notebooks that Yuu carries every where and not even being held prisoner stopped her.

Yuu's stories are quickly becoming popular since no one in Twst ever wrote a webnovel

She accidently endded up creating the Villain/ess Reincarnated/Isekai/Time travel redo genre in Twisted Wonderland

So far she has three stories published:

The first is about a female Villainess who goes back in time to redo her school years before the "heroine" came and had everyone abandon her; her friends, her family, her fans, her fiance... she isn't going to make the same mistake again! She doesn't need them! She left to a neighboring country and became a successful businesswoman who took the whole world by storm! She will do it again only this time she already has all the knowlage of the past ten years before her dissownment as a cheat!!! This time she will won't lose her Acting carrier or her title as the worlds top influencer!

The second is about a normal girl who ends up reincarnated as the 'evil' villainess who bullied her way into an engagement with the crown prince. In reality the crown prince is naive and too narcissistic in his own high self-righteousness that he would run the country to the ground for his own sense of justice that the King picked the previous owner of the body to ensure the survival of the kingdom. The Queen who didn't like the Villainess on the account of her being the daughter of the one the King truley loved turned her son against her by feeding him lies and the boy who likes soft looking girls and not sharp eyed girls belives she is a spoiled cruel noble. When the herione transfers into the school because of her holy magic the prince can't help to fall for the only other person with the same ideals as him along with other eligible male leads of the otome game. The reincarnated villainess knows how the story ends with the Kingdom on the verge of sambles on account of the new freshly crowned kind King and Queen. The villainess ends up teaming up with the bastard secret son of the previous King who is the hidden boss to take save the Kingdom!

The third story is about a Male transmigrating into the body of a 'useless' duke son. He has nothing going for him not looks, not smarts, no athlectic ability, and most important of all no magic... but he read the book he knows that this 'usless' noble is actually a secret boss Villain who years later comes back to the story with unparallel beauty, knowlage on the most obscure subjects, a master fighter, and with over take magic- the abiltiy to take control of the very magic in the air and control it to his every whim. So what is he to do but to become that legend evern earlier and take over the underworld as his future self did only he won't fall for the heroine who brought the original Villain's downfall after becoming obssessed with her. Now if only the Male lead will stop trying to be his friend!!!

Yuu when she findout about Vil wanting to be on stage until the end gathers up the courage to tell Vil about her Webnovel that is going to become a visual novel soon and maybe even a movie if she agrees Azul may have already agreed for her and asks if he is intrested in another 'bad guy' role only with a diffrent ending for the villain.

This is where ADuce find out why Yuu goes to Monstro Lounge every so often, she's working with an artist to make the visual novel and Azul hosts the meetings.

Yuu already payed Kalim back and is somewhat selfsuficent

Yuu is totally going to invite Tsunotaro to the first screening of her movie.

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Notes:

The only reason I wrote this is because I just powered through chapters 2-5 of Twst.

I was going to wait until all the chapters where done since I watch Otome Ayumi's and Shel_bb translation but the Halloween event came and I needed those free gems.

and chapter 5 ended and I thougt Vil could be the hero if since Villain and Villainess stories are popular if only they existed in Twst...

I thougt if only I could go and introduce them to this genre!

Malleus, Vil, Azul, Jamil, Ida, Riddle and Leona would make a perfect love interest to a Villain/ess in any story! and bam this brain nugget was created

May come back and edit this later just wanted to get this out there quickly like as soon as I finnished writing this

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Oh, How I wish

TW: cursing, slut shaming

Maribat normal plot with a twist, and some inspiration from a writer who's no longer active from my knowledge. Enjoy <3

P.S: all the characters are very much ooc.

Chapter I.

another day has started

Marinette was tired of living already at the age of barely 17.

All her hard work that she but HALF her life in to be liked by others, was ruined. She tried her best to be there for everyone, even if they were good or bad to her, she was always there.

How the hell could everyone be so fricking dumb to believe everything people were saying about her. HER! The one who always was so kind and helpful to all of them, ALL of them, even damn Lie-la Rossi before she saw her actual true colours.

The lies of the so called angel girl, got even into her family. Breaking it apart into pieces, ending up with her father divorcing her mother because Sabine got accused by liars, of cheating and being a prostitute out of her work hours. Which was no way fucking true, her mother worked her ass off at the bakery, making deliveries anytime she had to, even if it would have taken hours.

Sabine loves her job. Of course she would do everything for it! How could people be so cruel towards the kindest woman in Paris?! All her poor mother could do is cry into her daughter's shoulder, apologizing for not being by her side sooner and for not being a good enough mother for poor Marinette.

Marinette had enough. The only damn reason she didn't give up on living yet was because she still had to save Paris, even if Paris didn't damn deserve it. She had to take care of her poor heartbroken mother and Chloe, who changed drastically once she saw how badly Mari has been treated the past 2 years.

"Marinette, are you ok?" A sad Tikki said, wiping an unwanted tear off the small girl's cheek.

"Do I look ok to you Tikki? I don't want to live anymore, I lost everything I had. MY OWN FAMILY IS BROKEN AND I FEEL WORTHLESS!" Her voice losing control with each word, til the end of her speech, she was a sobbing mess on the floor.

Tikki's bottom lip started to quiver, the poor kwami was just as lost as her hero. She did not understand how people could be so cruel without proof.

After a while in which all you could hear was Marinette's sobs and the gentle hear patting of Tikki, trying her best to confort her master, a small ding was heard from heard from the girl's computer, who was once filled with pictures of no other then Adrien fucking Agreste, who turned out to be just a horny son of a dog, and a betraying bastard- wha, you lost your temper a bit. Calm down you're still telling a story. Ahem.

Her computer made a small noise, probably being a new comission or just a random fan email. Oh. Didn't you know? Marinette because a anonymous singer. All her songs being about everything that happened in her life. Her songs were really emotional, captivating the hearts of millions of teens from across the globe. Anyway.

Marinette found a bit of strength to get up to her computer, to see what the only thing that brought her joy needed.

Mari opened her mailbox, to see it was her school email. What, you thought she was that much of a dummy to use her work email and school email the as one and only? You silly goose, she's much smarter then that, she has a good hacker in her class. Who not once hacked her emails trying to find incriminating stuff but ending up not finding even the smallest proof that she was a bitch as they claimed her to be.

She opened to see that it was a... response from a competition she won some months ago? Oh. That was when she had hope she could fix everything with a school trip.

The girl opened the email to see it was a congratulations. Saying that she won the event, which meaning she and her class are supposed to go to Gotham. Why the most dangerous city in the world besides Paris would be open for tourists? Well don't ask me, its a story, just pretend it's normal.

Mari smiled a bit. Maybe this could keep her dark thoughts away for a bit, even if the others will ruin it for her. But there was a small blup of light brighten in her head.

They wanted a villain right? They're going to have a bigger villain then the Joker himself. Well, were getting there slowly.

Tikki probably read her mind since she didn't see the girl smile in months, but didn't know on what exactly she was thinking about.

Marinette rushed to her dresser and then got a scissor and cut a good chunk of her hair that has long grown longer then it was before, since she stopped taking care of herself. She looked at herself with a seductive smirk, liking the haircut. Kinda reminded her of Alice from Twilight.

Tikki watched shockingly the sudden change of attitude, but she didn't want to admit, she kinda liked seeing Marinette happy, plus, she didn't have her rebellious phase yet, did she?

"Mari, what are you doing?" The small creature flew next to her master, landing on her shoulder.

"Oh my little god, I'm gonna give them a lesson. To not mess with 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿." The girl said in a low tone.

Tikki couldn't help the tiny smile. She was happy that her holder was going to have a bit of fun.

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The next day, Marinette woke up early, getting ready for her rebel arc.

She woke Tikki up with a gentle cheek kiss and then went to get dressed

The girl dressed up in a black tank top, with a pair of big long pants along with a black jacket 2 times her size.

She out a very noticeable choker with a skeletal hand on it. Put on a bit a eyeliner and then checked herself out in the mirror

"Damn" she says then turns around to look at her back, while flirty smirking at herself

"I look hot as fuck"

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The girl walked confidently through the school hallway, catching everyone's stare

Who cares what others think? She's fucking hot!

Everything was going well, she was walking through the hallway like a bad bitch, humming some new Jagged Stone song, from an album that she got to participate in!

Everything was going smoothly until-

"Well hello slut, looks like you're walking in your mother's foot steps" no other then Alya said.

That caught Mari's attention

"What dear Alya? Mad that I'll never fuck you even if it was the end of the world? Sorry baby, I have my own standards." Marinette smirked as she finishes

A long 'oooh' was heard from the halls

The embarrassed expression of Alya was priceless, ah, so good to be a villain. Maybe Mari began to understand Lila, but She'll never have that much snake blood in her to become as much of a bitch like Lila.

"She's right Marinette! You kinda look like a whore, and I'm not trying to be rude. Cmon, let's fix you up" Agreste comes behind them with a sympathetic smile, with Nino next to him, who looks embarrassed by his girlfriend's words

"Hm? What? You've never seen a pair of tits before Agreste? With the way you're talking you'll never make a girl finish, stop with the hero act and man up" she pushes through the duo and gets upstairs slowly but surely

Adrien's anger started to build up and he unconsciously yelled-

"YOU'RE SUCH A SLUT!"

Mari paused.

"I'm trying to be the biggest fucking slut in the world...But not with you" she says as she blows them a kiss as she turns around and continues to go upstairs.

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Miss Bustier was watching the whole thing, mind her, she was kinda giggling to herself.

She missed Mari, being more confident even if she never was.

She wished she could have stopped the bullying, but the principal said that to save their school face, there should be no bullying record, and even threaten the teacher to fire her if she said something.

So the teacher had to watch the sweetest person in the world suffer, from a distance.

The bell rang and she started to walk to her class.

She got a message from Marinette last night, with information about the trip, but the woman had other plans.

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"Good morning class!" Said the teacher in an unusual happy voice

A very annoyed 'good morning' was heard from the other side of the room, probably the class being mad at Mari's sudden change of attitude.

"Before we begin, I have an announcement to make." She smirked, knowing what she will say will shock some people

The class peaked their ears and payed close attention

"One of your dear colleagues won a trip to Gotham, including full payed hotel for 2 weeks, with tour in the W.E tower, spending time with couple of celebrities and a big gala at the end of it all!" She clapped as she saw how excited they were getting.

"OMG, GIRL CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW MANY INTERVIEWS I CAN GET? IM GONNA BE FAMOUS AFTER THIS!" Alya jumps excitedly while hugging a smiling Lila

The other classmates started to chat about stuff they will do

Then.

"Who won the competition, Miss?" Rose asked shyly

"It has to be Lila, cmon Li, you didn't have to" Ivan says happily

Bustier smiled as she looked up from the trip papers slowly

"Marinette won the competition." She says with a dark smile

Everything froze, they couldn't believe their ears.

They slowly turned to the small girl who was sitting in the back, writing some notes down, not listening to anything that was happening. Until she noticed the stare fixed by so many people

"What" she says narrowing her nose, staring back at the class

"Well, since you won the competition, I say you go alone on this trip. You need a break my dear. You've been studying so much. You may take anyone who you want to take with you. Or you can take the class" she offered with a smile.

The class looks back at her with a death stare

After a bit of silence, in which only the clock was heard there was an answer.

"I'm going alone."

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hot wheels | natasha romanoff x reader

explicit, 5,2k words, f/f. meet-ugly but still very much wholesome. we love a girlboss. natasha catches some random woman keying her brand new car but decides to be the better person for once and hear the woman out. turns out, being the better person can even get one laid! warnings: singular use of the d-slur, references to an abusive ex, lesbian sex.

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Natasha gave the tall, lanky boy an unimpressed look as she side-stepped the arguing couple to avoid colliding with the annoyed, teary-eyed woman the boy was groveling to. It was nearing rush hour and there was shopping to be done before the heavy NYC traffic could steer her already busy schedule down into an unmanageable chaos.

"But, Foxy, you know I didn't mean it! I love you, more than anything!"

The items on the spy's list were checked off methodically, item after item landing in the cart with a quiet thud as the redhead maneuvered through the isles with tactical precision. The usual afternoon crowd began to fill the store, taking up the so-needed breathing space; Natasha's shopping trip wasn't a moment of leisure and with her neverending to-do list full, she hurried to the self-check-out register, flying through the motions mindlessly.

Scan, place, beep, boop, pay, load up the bags, make way to the car, load up and pedal to the metal.

Scratch that. No, scratch - Natasha's eyes bulged as she neared her shiny, brand new Charger, seeing the obvious defects even from a mile away: the paint, previously cherry red and gleaming in the sun, ruined by a series of thin, gray lines, standing out unpleasantly on the otherwise pristine vehicle.

And the culprit, who's tuft of hair peeked over the hood of the car on the other side of the Charger, almost fully hidden between her car and the large Chevrolet in the next parking spot over.

Natasha's fingers clenched around the handle of the cart as she fought the urge to reach for her knife safely holstered under her leather jacket. "Excuse me?" Tone quiet and deadly, the spy prepared herself to fight or at least slightly shake up the hooligan.

The figure froze, vaguely familiar clothing and a puffy, tear-stained face slowly rising from behind Natasha's car. "In my defense, he deserves it," the girl - Foxy - the one that was arguing in front of the store earlier, declared through a stream of angry tears. "Call the cops if you want, I don't care." It was unclear if the girl recognised her, the Black Widow, as she made no move to run for the hills, just pathetically sniffled, pocketing the keys she used to scratch Natasha's car.

"That's my car," The spy responded flatly, a great deal of amusement crawling into her face as Foxy's eyes bulged, jaw fell slack, horror plain and evident overshadowing the waterworks. Natasha quickly pieced two and two together but patiently waited for the initial shock to subside before popping a question. "A word of advice, if I may?"

Foxy nodded, dumbfounded, frantically scrambling for the contents of her pockets, searching for something with the agility of a panicking cat, more than half of the contents spilling out onto the ground.

Natasha unlocked the car, popping the trunk and loading in her bags as she raised her voice to be heard over the noise of a busy parking lot. "Don't mess with the paint, the insurance will cover it. Slash three tires - not four - or take a swing at the front bumper and the headlights," the trunk slid shut with a quiet click as the spy inspected the damages close-up. Her Charger looked like it was attacked by a pack of aggressive, feral cats with nails of steel. "And always check the number plates before committing acts of vandalism to make sure you're enacting revenge on the right person." The last part was said with a smirk.

As the spy stepped closer to Foxy, she noted the excessive puffiness of her cheeks and the shaking fingers that held a checkbook and a pen. The woman looked torn between terrified and apologetic, worrying her lip between her teeth. "I'm so, so sorry. Todd just got his new car, it's identical to yours and I didn't get the chance to memorize the number plate yet," the offending man's name was said with a pitiful growl. "How much?" She weakly motioned to the ruined bodywork.

"What'd he do?" Natasha didn't resist her curiousity, leaning against the driver's side door and sizing up the other woman. She was pretty, well-dressed and reasonably wealthy on the first sight. "Yeah, he looked like a Todd," The quip slipped from the redhead's lips as she remembered the man from earlier. Foxy looked way too good to be wasting her time on someone who looked like an adolescent that hadn't outgrown his skater boy phase.

Foxy chuckled shyly at Natasha's remark, smoothing a hand over her face. "Lord, where do I even begin..." The sigh was loud and long. "He lived in my apartment rent-free, made me give up my cat by lying about his allergies, went through nine low-wage jobs in two years, did nothing but play video games in his free time and developed a pot addiction, thus spending all his money on it," she began steadily but her tone grew in pitch with every added offence as Natasha's eyebrows climbed higher and higher. "My last straw was when he took out a loan he couldn't pay off to buy his brand new cool car," the words were spat out with venom. "I threw him out last Saturday. He's been following me around all the time," Foxy continued, growing dark in the face. "And then I found out he had been cheating on me for I don't know how long. I just... I just lost it," she finished pathetically, all but crumbling into a pile of human misery.

Natasha's face had frozen into mute disbelief somewhere around the first half of the story, repulsion and astonishment mixing into a flurry of quiet rage on the random woman's behalf. Menfolk were bizarre animals, and as much as the spy felt herself annoyed by her roommates at the tower, she couldn't help but feel relieved that the men surrounding her were far from douchebags of the casual variety. This Todd, however, was no amateur, and had done Foxy really, really dirty.

The redhead made up her mind rather quickly. "That's a lot to unpack," she carefully studied the micro-expressions on the other woman's face. "I have a couple of nice bottles of wine at my place and nobody to share them with. Care for a glass?"

Foxy's eyes widened once more. "I don't- I don't want to take up your time, I mean, I'm sure you've got more important shit to do, like save the world and y'know..." The stammering was followed by a shy look to the side.

So, Foxy had recognised her. And she didn't go running the other way like most people that encountered her in disadvantageous situations did. "I actually don't, I was just getting my shopping done for a lack of better things to do," Natasha lied seamlessly, motioning to the other side of the car. "Hop in." Mission reports and Barton's pizza date could wait.

The woman made quick way around, buckling into the seat in seconds, right before Natasha peeled off from the parking lot towards the Avengers tower at breathtaking speeds. The car was a gift from Tony - one of the rare things he managed to get right - and an absolute pleasure to drive.

"What's your name?" The redhead asked, juggling the steering and her smartphone effortlessly.

The woman rattled of her first and last name on between attempts to fix her runny make-up and wipe the dried snot and tears off her face. "Foxy is a nickname my gramps gave me, said I used to excessively play with fox pelts in the attic when I was a kid," the woman added with a snort, totally oblivious to Natasha's eyebrow raise as the spy read the information on her in-between overtaking slower cars.

Good student, good family life, stable income and good career growth in a prospective sector. What did Foxy even find in a guy like Todd? The most important information, however, was also most pleasing. No ties to any kind of intelligence gathering organizations.

As Natasha parked and popped the trunk once more, the other woman offered a hand with her shopping bags. Friday acknowledged the newcomer, startling her, causing Natasha to roll her eyes and mention, loudly, that if Tony decided to pay them a surprise visit, he may end up castrated or shot on sight, much to Foxy's bashful snickering.

Once the shopping was put away and the wine opened, the spy let herself curl up on the couch opposite the woman who studied her Spartan style apartment with curios eyes. The lack of knick knacks must've been a surprise for her: Natasha's apartment looked bare compared to what she'd seen in other's people's homes but the desire to make the environment more cozy had never been strong enough to actually act upon it. She wasn't used to staying in a place for very long.

"Do you still want to get back at the bastard?" The redhead asked once the first bottle was coming to an end. The alcohol was sitting low, pleasantly warm in their bellies and the food that they'd ordered in the middle of a casual chit-chat lulled them into a state of comfortable stupor.

"I want to gouge his eyes out and wear them as a battle trophy," Foxy was slightly slurring her words, much more affected by the wine than the stoic, experienced agent. "But I guess I can settle for petty crime or arson."

"I'm sensing you didn't tell me the whole list of grievances," true to her words, the spy felt as it there was a possibility quite a few things were being left unsaid.

Foxy sighed once again, placing the empty glass on the table and using her palm to prop her flushed face against it, blankly staring off into the far end of the room. "I came out as bisexual last year and he was giving me so much shit for it. Todd kept pushing for a threesome and when I refused, started accusing me of cheating during our fights, called me a whore a couple of times," the more she spoke, the higher Natasha's anger levels rose.

Not only was a Todd a dick, he was an abusive one. Truly, the grand prize of Asshat Lottery. "I have an idea or three," the spy twirled the remaining red liquid in her glass before downing it. "But it'll have to stay between us two."

"I'm listening," Foxy turned to meet Natasha's face, eyes considerably more alert than seconds before.

A few days past their amicable wine-and-revenge get-together, Natasha's doorbell rang as if she wasn't already had been made aware by Friday that a visitor was coming up to see her. Boxes of hair bleach and dye laid stacked on the living room table, surrounded by jewelry and assorted accessories. A pitcher of fresh sangria topped the ensemble, two clean glasses placed neatly on the tray next to it.

"Hi, Nat," Foxy's smile was a mile wide - a far cry from the sniffling sad sack of a woman the spy had first met. The nickname flowed freely from the woman's lips, as calm as Natasha's own answering grin and greeting. "I gots the stuff," waving her purse about, the woman kicked off her shoes by the door, approaching Natasha with the same smile that seemed to be more effective at lightening up the room than Tony's expensive designer lamps.

As Natasha's plan achieved a solid state, the two women had quickly come to a realization that Natasha was far too recognizable with her signature red hair and over a flurry of text messages, the decision to switch to a warm caramel blonde was made unanimously. Foxy had rebuked any and all Natasha's attempts to affirm she'd be able to do it herself and the spy gave into the other's chiding, relenting to have her hair dyed by a person who at least had a possibility of seeing the back of her head without having to perform acrobatic tricks.

Foxy was an easygoing, non-problematic person. She was fun to have around, quiet but witty, with intelligent eyes and a realistic view on the world. It was something Natasha valued, alongside the lack of probing questions regarding her past or her job - her insides clenched uncomfortably at the thought of having to lie about those things, or even worse, having to admit to the wrongdoings in her past, however Foxy carefully steered away from topics that were sensitive and never gave Natasha as much as a side-eye if the spy appeared to lack some minor detail that normal women her age all seemed to be aware of.

The curiosity had her ready to burst. Nat's natural defense mechanisms were quite confused, not sure what to make of the woman who almost too friendly to be true, but the kindness in her eyes and the sometimes shy, awestruck looks she gave Natasha when she thought the redhead wasn't looking made up for it in spades.

"What do you think?" The noise of the hair dryer finally ceased, Foxy's voice echoing in Natasha's luxuriously large bathroom.

The newly-blonde spy studied her reflection with a tilt to her head. The ombre was a nice touch - her own hair was naturally darker than the caramel and honey blonde she had chosen, so the almost-brown shading at her roots took much away from the contrast between her lighter hair and darker brows. It was just another disguise for the spy, but somehow, this one felt more like home than any of the previous faces she had worn.

"I like it, you were right about the ombre," Natasha voiced her thoughts, eyes sliding over to the smiling woman behind her, feeling the corners of her mouth begin to creep upwards in involuntary response.

"You looked good with red hair, don't misunderstand me," Foxy briefly raised her hands. "But you have a light complexion and lighter colors do wonders for bringing out the youthfulness. Even if we don't have much joy these days, a good hair color is an opportunity to showcase the bit," she briefly touched her own hair in an exaggerated attempt at driving her point home.

The fun part was done, the time came to execute the revenge. It wasn't exactly anything special; rather, the plan was quite simple - let Todd make a fool out of himself in front of his friends and perhaps (a slightly, teensy possibility) get himself arrested. The two women took their time to get dolled up, not too much - but rather, adding just that little bit to themselves to easily attract moderate amounts of attention from men.

The bar was busy, noisy and full of people when the two women stepped through the door. Natasha's eyes scanned the room out of habit, easily spotting the tall, lanky Todd in the far end of the bar, laughing and boozing with equally pathetic-looking man-children. The urge to gag was almost irresistible.

The spy let herself to be led to the bar by Foxy who looked mildly uncomfortable. Natasha was sure that if she was to touch the other woman's face, it would be flaming under the circumstances. "Try to relax a little, I won't bite," with a quip to her companion, Nat ordered them a vodka cranberry each, sitting down with her back to the men. "Tell me when he notices us and starts moving this way."

Foxy nodded minutely, clutching her drink for dear life and taking generous sips to calm herself down and relax like the spy had requested. They talked about everything and nothing in between, Natasha's hand on Foxy's knee crawling closer to her hip as minutes passed by without interruption. Loud noises of men playing darts and drunkenly cheering reached the womens earshot every now and then, causing Foxy to throw increasingly infuriated glances towards her ex-boyfriend and the Black Widow's current victim of choice.

Sitting opposite the perfectly composed, smiling woman, it was clear as day she was, indeed, best of the best. Despite knowing Foxy for only a few days, Natasha managed to pull off a very convincing girlfriend: her body language was nothing short of absolutely besotted and the googly eyes the spy was making had Foxy constantly remind herself that it was only for show. There was no way this gorgeous, incredible human would be interested in someone as plain and ordinary as herself.

"Heads up," Foxy's smile suddenly grew a mile wide as she stared directly at Natasha, eyes alight with fury at the scene about to unfold. Natasha's reply was to briefly tighten the grasp on the other's leg in silent support.

"Hey, baby," Todd was drunk enough for the stench of his breath to reach both women. "Oh, I see you're with a friend," his attempt at flirting only made Natasha scrunch up her face like a cat that accidentally smelled a lemon.

"Leave me alone," Foxy stated firmly, knowing the phrase wouldn't do anything to deter her overzealous ex, but this time - she counted on it.

"It's okay, I can share," the slurred words had a couple of people nearby raise their eyebrows at the audacity.

"I'm not interested," Foxy snapped. "In fact, there is absolutely nothing your freeloading, cheating ass can bring to my table."

The woman radiated satisfaction as gasps sounded out around them; Todd was a regular at this bar and most people there knew him in one way or another. The moment of joy, however, was brief.

"Listen, bitch, you have no business talking to me like that," full of drunken bravado, the man spat angrily, taking unsteady steps closer to Foxy. "What you need is a decent man that can handle your outbursts, not some dyke..." before he could even utter another offensive syllable, Natasha had his wildly gesturing arm twisted painfully behind his back, easily forcing the inebriated man to his knees.

"Wanna try that again, champ?" Sarcasm flowed freely from the spy's lips as the patrons in the bar gasped. The civilian clothing and the new hair color might have been an effective short-term disguise but once the crowd had seen her neat little party trick and had taken a good look at her face, nobody was doubting her identity. "Call the cops, will you?" She addressed the shocked bartender who immediately scrambled to obey.

"I didn't do anything!" Todd cried out, eyes drunkenly darting between the Black Widow's quiet rage and Foxy's grim stone face.

"Huh, that's weird. Because I clearly heard and saw an attempted hate crime," Natasha's voice attained a sardonic tint. "And I have a bar full of witnesses," the spy shrugged, letting go of his arm but keeping a boot firmly planted on his back to prevent him from escaping. "I hope you have a lawyer."

Foxy snorted, reaching for her unfinished second drink. "Tough luck."

Out of the corner of her eye, she spied Todd's friends inching closer to the exit door second by second, as if they could stand a chance against a professionally trained secret agent. Luckily for them, Natasha wasn't interested in the remainder of Todd's gang of losers and merely raised an eyebrow when the other men reached the door, a tiny smirk appearing when his pleading eyes didn't cause any reaction in his friends, the spineless worms, hopping out of the door without as much as a goodbye to the man laying face-down on the dirty floor.

As soon as the police arrived, awestruck by one of the NYC's most famous superheroes just casually standing in a bar, they eagerly collected the inebriated offender, briskly escorting Todd to the squad car. The bartender and several other patrons confirmed Natasha's words that an attempted hate crime had taken place. Cops were in and out in less than fifteen minutes and the otherwise-pleasant hole-in-the-wall bar returned to its usual evening bustle.

"Celebratory shots?" Natasha laughed as Foxy exhaled, deep and slow, once her racing heart calmed down.

"My treat," the other woman motioned for the bartender and soon, a line of colorful glasses appeared in front of the women. Each downed a glass easily, slamming it back on the table. "Man, this is everything I never knew I needed," Foxy confessed with a shy smile. "Thanks, Nat. You're the best."

The spy responded with a satisfied smile, picking up another glass and holding it out for a toast. "To revenge well-deserved," the glass clicked, alcohol slid easily down their throats. "So, what now?"

Foxy's eyes shone in the bright lights of the bar, relieved and tipsy. The small empty glass twirled easily between her fingers. "Dunno," the shrug came and went. "Maybe go on vacation. To Florida."

Natasha let out a belly laugh, downing her last shot without as much as a stutter in her movements, Foxy's eyes lingering on the stray drops of alcohol running from the spy's plump lips. "A vacation with the crackheads? Romantic," the quip was received with an eyeroll from the other woman.

"Spoilsport," Foxy, too, finished her booze and placed the money and a hefty tip on the bar, tapping twice to get the bartender's attention. "I meant more like - lay on the beach, sip mimosas, look at sexy people in swimsuits..."

"Florida is for old people," Natasha objected, pulling her leather jacket back on and leading them both outside. The evening air was crisp, bringing a clearer head and re-arranging the thoughts back into a more sensible state.

Foxy easily picked up her pace to match Natasha's precise strides leading them in the direction of the former's building. The warm buzz of vodka coupled with the fresh air and her desire for retribution well-fed, Foxy settled into a comfortable silence next to the spy. They reached the building quickly, their pace brisk and distractions lacking.

"Care for a nightcap?" She didn't know what prompted her to blurt out the words; as soon as the words registered in her brain, they were already out and Foxy's face heated, fingers fumbling for the keys in her pocket, Natasha's touch still warm and lingering on the side of her leg.

The spy seemed amused, studying Foxy's nervous habits with a crooked smirk. "Sure," she agreed amicably, following the woman into the apartment building, not missing both the rigidity of her back and the added spring to her step.

A moderately sized, well-decorated apartment revealed itself behind the open door, scarcely illuminated by the NYC lights coming in from a glass wall in the living room, reflecting the vast living space furnished with a large couch.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Natasha turned around, stepping into the other woman's personal space with the grace of a predator. Two shining eyes stared back at her in the darkness, framed by fluttering lashes. Foxy's bottom lip disappeared behind her teeth, skin gleaming with perspiration.

The recently-turned blonde spy wasted no time caging the other woman between her body and the door, chests almost touching. The air around them was charged, Foxy's heart thudding loudly in her chest as she gulped. Natasha studied her expression, "You want this?" she whispered against her lips, sharing the oxygen between them.

"Ye-yeah," a short nod and a gasp later, the women were devouring each other, grasping at their hands and shoulders like they were drowning. Hot and wet and sharp from the booze, the kisses were as graceless as their fingers haste in removing each other's top layers of clothing.

The sharp corner of the living room archway dug painfully into Foxy's back, bringing an additional sense of awareness: this was real. This was happening. Natasha's blonde locks flowed through Foxy's fingers, soft and silky, a contrast to the teeth pulling on her lip in impatient hunger. Foxy grunted in response, parting from the other woman to send her t-shirt flying somewhere in the direction of the kitchen.

"Bedroom," mere minutes in and she already sounded utterly and throughly ruined.

"Couch," Natasha was equally feverish to get to the good parts. Her belt was unbuckled and the nice button-up she'd worn hung open, a plain white bra iriscendent on her alabaster skin.

Letting herself be led to the couch, Foxy could barely take her eyes off the woman in front of her, making sure she wasn't ogling Natasha outright yet secretly hoping to be caught anyway. The blonde was like a porcelain doll, unreal, firm and soft at the same time.

The moment Foxy gracelessly landed on the couch, Natasha was all up in her space, straddling the other woman with the grace of a savage cat; lips once more attached to her flesh, Natasha left a trail of hot, wet marks starting at the jawline and ending at the cups of Foxy's bra.

Not knowing what to do with her hands, Foxy grasped Natasha's hips, unable to hold back a moan heavy with lust as the spy ground down with her hips. It was exhilarating to see the other woman affected by their heavy make-out session; nothing short of absolutely smitten to see Natasha pull back, panting and disheveled, to shed her shirt and her bra.

Unable to resist the urge, Foxy's hands reached out to cup the spy's round breasts, tugging her closer to pop a rosy nipple into her mouth. Natasha shivered, arching into the caress, holding onto the other woman's hair and tugging it in the direction only she knew.

Natasha wasn't loud, she wasn't wild; her moans were more like muted gasps but her body spoke for her louder than any words: the grinding was getting more impatient, Natasha's hold grew stronger. As Foxy fumbled for the button of Nat's pants, she felt the soft, delicate lace underneath. Natasha had come prepared.

"Hold on," the spy mumbled, hopping off Foxy's lap to quickly push her pants and panties down her legs with practiced ease. The other woman followed suit, leaving herself to be bare besides her underwear, the attempt to remove them intercepted by Natasha. "Let me," quiet words tickled the skin of her throat where Nat had immediately attached her mouth.

Foxy scrambled to intake the oxygen she needed, letting herself feel the hot glide fully, having lost herself in pleasure, missing the exact moment Nat's fingertips breached the waistband of her panties. Soft and nimble, so different to a man's roughened skin, the sensation was as strange as it was sweet. The urge to arch and rock her hips against the nearest surface intensified and Foxy could only keen, quiet and high, causing Natasha to chuckle to herself.

"Enjoying yourself, sweet girl?" The miniscule trace of coyness seeped into the blonde's voice. The engorged, puffy, moist flesh of Foxy's lower lips parted eagerly to Natasha's experimental dip.

"Yeah, yes," the woman slid down, spreading her legs in invitation. "Please, touch me," begging to be filled in all the empty spaces, Foxy threw her head to rest against the back of the couch, watching Nat through unfocused eyes.

"Oh, I will," the spy purred, sliding lower to put her face next to Foxy's dripping cunt. The spy's fingers glistened with arousal and she popped them into her mouth, licking them clean before doing the same to her lover's swollen folds. The response was instantaneous and loud, Foxy shook under Natasha's expert teasing. "Stay still," she ordered quietly, patting Foxy's belly.

Molten, honeyed waves of bliss overtook common sense and awareness, tiny sparks shooting up Foxy's cunt every time Natasha suckled at her clit. The spy read her body like an open book, following the movements of her hips with her mouth, always a step ahead and slightly south. Foxy's peak was imminent, approaching rapidly, as Natasha's sweet merciless assault wrung every single drop of the thick, precious liquid out of her cunt.

It only seemed to gush more, the woman pushing her cunt into Natasha's face as the latter doubled down on her efforts to bring her to ecstasy.

The waves began deep in the pit of Foxy's stomach, making her legs tremble, her toes curl and the flutters of her cunt increase in speed and intensity. Silky soft and typhoon wet, her orgasm crashed her mind into million pieces and Nat dutifully extracted everything until the last drop with the skillful touch of her tongue and fingers.

"Tash," Foxy moaned. Her legs quivered at the slightest touch to her oversensitive cunt.

"Mhm," was the blonde's reply, contented humming getting closer and closer until the womens lips met once more in a fierce, passionate kiss.

Foxy's hands immediately sought purchase on Natasha's hips, searching for the spots that would make the spy's body song in the same way she'd done to Foxy; seemingly much more reserved, quiet but happy sighs broke past Nat's lips in response to gentle hands stroking where she was most sensitive.

"I've got a vibe in my bedroom," clarity finally broke through the orgasm haze, Foxy's brain slowly coming back to reality.

"No, I want your fingers," Natasha's reply was assertive as she moved her hips in tandem with Foxy's hand, dripping the sweetness of her around all over.

The urge to pop the fingers into her mouth was strong, so Foxy did just that, moaning at the tangy taste, Natasha's breath quietly stuttering at the sight in front of her.

"I want to eat you out," the words barely had left Foxy's mouth as Natasha flipped them so she was the one laying on the couch, spread-eagled and open for the other woman's eager mouth to explore. Wet, sloppy and so, so tender, Foxy let herself taste the arousal of her lover.

"Yeah," so soft, one could easily miss it, the approval didn't get lost in the headrush nonetheless. With grace, Foxy sought the spots that would force Natasha to break her silence with slow, broad motions until the blonde had no choice but to arch her hips into the sensations, chasing her pleasure, losing the aura of restraint she'd so carefully cultivated.

No time for self-control. The temperatures were climbing steadily with every single movement, both lost in their imperfect shared rhythm, the soft of Foxy's tongue and fingers like finest silks on Natasha's eager cunt. Two fingers slipped in without resistance, immediately seeking out the soft, spongy spot that made the blonde's toes curl and mouth open in a silent scream.

Foxy's free hand groped around for Natasha's ass hastily, bringing her hips closer to her mouth, tongue never ceasing its assault on the blonde's clit as her body grew more rigid, fingertips going white with the force she was gripping the comforter.

"Gospodi bozhe," came the mumble, the only warning before Natasha's powerful thighs locked Foxy in place as the blonde rode out her orgasm, violently shivering, dousing the other woman's face in her sweet release. Dutifully, Foxy stroked the silk of Natasha's skin everywhere she could reach, her hot breath on the blonde's pussy easing her back to Earth through the aftershocks.

Natasha's eyes opened, feeling her lover's look of adoration, and she cracked a reluctant but genuine smile. There was something about Foxy that was just so-

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Seeds

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Summary: The idea of a soulmate is well known, they will come to you one day, either as a lover or a friend. A single bond made of invisible thread is what will let you feel their emotions, joys and worries, to experience their pain and for them to feel yours.

But beware, for not all blessed unions are meant to be, if you were to hate and push them away, a slow death shall consume them and a garden will bloom within their chest, the flowers will fight and push to feel the sun from the outside, a poetic dead of a broken lover. A beautiful dead for your hollow existence.

You know that your mother was never a good person, or so you have been told.

Miranda meet her when she came from the city to the village, four months pregnant and with the false story of being “sick”, her sickness? She decided to cheat on her rich husband and she wanted to have you away from prying eyes and possibly abandon you here. Your birth giver was upfront about how "Having a bastard could ruin my lifestyle!", Mother Miranda smiled sweetly and had Alcina give your mother refugee and help during the birth, the Lady agreed and housed the woman.

On the night of your birth, Alcina held you in her arms, begging Miranda to let her keep you, but she denied. You were hers and hers alone.

As for your mother? Only Miranda knows what happened to her, but you suspect, that her body is buried somewhere in the forest, alone and forgotten, you couldn’t care any less.

Miranda was the one to raise you, to love you, the one who would be there when you were sick, to kiss your tears away when nightmares woke you up. She was the one to break your body apart and scream in our face how much of a failure you were, just like Alcina or Donna or those pesky lycans running amok outside, but within your failure, she saw minimal success, you were quick to learn how to care for her experiments, which were the signs of cadou rejection and how to treat it, at least, you could be useful until she placed you in the mansion the villagers were building for you.

You have seen so many people been brought to the lab, so many lives being taken for a selfish reason, that you grew numb, there was no anger or pain, you felt no grief when the test subjects saw you and begged for help, you did nothing for there was nothing inside you.

You are surprised when Miranda begins to show interest in a kid, you know he was brought here years ago and somehow had managed to survive the horrors your mother put him through. Interest grew into an obsession and then into pride, hope, you will forever remember how hard Miranda screamed when her golden child came out a failure too, cursing at the skies and asking why? He had been so close to being her perfect little boy and he turned out to be yet another fuck up.

But she doesn’t throw him away, her favoritism shows when she moved him from the medical area into a room in her private chambers, never allowing you to go close to him, slapping you and kicking up a storm whenever she saw you too close to his door, even if you were passing by. But you never resent him, you can’t hate him or her, all you can do is nod and go away.

But curiosity is something hard to get rid of, and so you waited for days almost a month until Mother left to meet up with Alcina, using the moment to sneak into his room. A beautiful room, compared to yours, he had a big bed with a canopy, the thick curtains prevent you from seeing him, it feels like a fairy tale when you part the curtain to peer inside.

Truly like a fairy tale...a beautiful boy lays there, his golden hair is going gray, probably out of stress. He has a couple of scars on his face and some new ones on his arms. You feel like reaching inside and kiss him to break the spell, but it feels...wrong, like if you could tarnish him even further by touching him, like if your mother would appear and toss you aside for laying one of your dirty hands on his skin. No matter how bad you wish to be his Knight and save him, the terror you feel over defying Mother Miranda’s orders makes you stay still.

And then, it happened.

It began as an agonizing stab in your chest, it made you trip backwards painfully slamming your head against the wall, gasping for air when the pain as a needle began to pierce through you slowly making its way to your heart, a pitiful sob left your mouth, rendering you useless while your body overcomes the initial discomfort. It takes all of your willpower to get straight and look up at the ceiling through your tears, the light it's blinding and it leaves you dizzy, almost ready to empty your stomach.

Karl Heisenberg, age eleven, lays on his luxurious-looking bed, his entire body shakes painfully, breaking through his mouth, and the fever that's racking his body is the only thing keeping him from noticing that, his soulmate is standing a couple of steps away from his bed.

But how do you even know this?

Because Miranda told you about the concept of someone blindingly loving you for all eternity, who would be your other half and the missing piece to your broken existence, Dimitrescu once said that those stories were silly little fantasies, that love should be won over and one should prove to be the right person for someone else and not just have it “hand it over”.

You used to dream of the day you would feel the connection between yourself and another person, of being able to experience their joy when their eyes fell on you. But this is far from what you wanted, what you always wished for! All you can feel is pain, radiating from so many places in your body, rendering you useless, overwhelmed with anger, grief, sorrow for “yourself”.

Everything quickly piles up, so consumed by what Karl is feeling that you don’t hear the tray that falls and the porcelain plates that shatter, you vaguely register the sting of Miranda slapping you and the distant sound of her screams.

She drags you out of the room and into the cold world outside her home, across the heartless forest and you wonder...if you might end up like your mother, buried under some tree to be forgotten. But Miranda keeps walking until she throws you at the feet of Lady Dimitrescu, speaking to the tall woman and leaving you under her care, forever.

When you were younger, you used to fear the Lady. She was imposing and so strong, a self-made matriarch, but she's so careful when helping you up and guiding you through her beautiful home, her hands are so kind when she helps you to undress and sit in the tub filled with warm water, racking her fingers through your messy hair...so this is what a mother truly is like?

She only leaves you alone when she goes to fetch anything you could wear, looking displeased when she hands you a maid's uniform "We must send for the seamstress, I cannot have you wearing those shabby clothes" that, for some reason gets you to smile.

Later, her movements are soft as she runs a brush through your hair, the fire makes the wood crack and explode, filling the room with a nice warmth, something you never lacked off but that never truly permeated your body.

"Y/N, care to explain why mother Miranda was so angry, earlier?" you hear the concern in her voice, a bit of worry hidden in a stern tone.

Alcina can see you shrink a bit, as if ashamed of what you had done “I saw the kid mother keeps in her chambers” it comes out like a whisper, scared of Miranda appearing at that moment to slap you again “I think he’s my soul mate, Alcina!”

Lady Dimitrescu chuckles lightly and smiles when you turn around to look at her ”Your soul mate, some dirty man-thing? Oh my sweet girl I hope it isn’t real and you were just revolted by the sight of a man!”

“But I felt his pain and his emotions...it was scary, but maybe he will love me!”

“Just because you can feel what he feels, doesn’t mean everything will be alright. That’s why those romances are so volatile, darling! There’s no real reason for them to work beyond being stubborn and tell yourself that it will work out” the lady is classy and gracious in her movements as she poured herself another glass of wine “That the other person at the end of your bond will fall to their knees the moment they see you, but in reality, they might resent your sole existence and end up killing you!”

“Killing me?” that comes as a surprise, you have never heard of this.

“Yes...a cruel and unjust dead” Alcina brings you to her lap letting one of her hands spread over your small chest with a sorrowful look on her face “Your lungs will get infested with flowers, a bouquet of throe will bloom within your body, each day the garden will grow and fight to see the sun beyond your mouth and it will rob you of all air and kill you in no time”

She sees you wonder about it, a million questions that you wish to ask, everything falling apart when her curious daughters come into the room, moved by the rumors some maids had shared about their mother adopting another child. All too eager to know their new sister.

After that day, the topic is never brought up.

You grow and learn everything under Alcina’s guidance, the woman is hellbent on making a lady out of you. She teaches you how to read and write, about math and how to sing, applauding when you show her the gift the cadou in your stomach gave you, Midas' touch.

Her daughters and your self-appointed sisters, all laugh and joke around you, treat you like if you were another human when you are no different from their mother, another failed creation, a remainder that Miranda was cursed to not have what she wants. But the love of your little family drowns those thoughts, leaving the happiness of your existence in a nice home and the ever-presence of pain and resentment in the back of your head.

As you grow you notice, each cut and wound that leaves a scar on your skin turns to gold when made by you, but looks as pale lines when made by Heisenberg. You can’t help but laugh when the idea of being a piece of pottery repaired via kintsugi pops in your head, and for a moment you ask yourself if Heisenberg also has golden scars to match yours?

You cry the day when you finally leave the castle, trying hard to convey your love for your mother and sisters with hugs and kisses, in low whispers, promises of coming over as much as you can. The Lady kisses your forehead and sends you off with some final words of advice.

"Never lower your head and always do your best, remember you have us and we would never let you fall"

You are eighteen when you become the miracle worker of the village, crafting medicines with alchemy, signing at the church when the congregation asks you to, turning anything into gold with your touch, smiling with grace, and claiming to have been blessed with a precious gift by Mother Miranda to help the poor and keep the village off absolute agony. In the end, everything tastes like vile and ash, the forced smiles and the sweet tone of your voice make you gang behind the long veil that covers your face.

The days when you sing at the church, are the only ones when you can feel all his hatred directed at you, each painful stab making your eyes tear, yet you keep on making the people happy with hymns crafted before you were even born. If you could let him feel how similar your anger for Miranda is, perhaps the pain in your chest would dissipate, but you can't because you are hollow.

Among the villagers you are Lady Y/N L/N, the golden touch child, you are adored and blindly loved, Miranda smiles radiantly whenever she hears nothing but good words from her cattle, how much they dote on you, ready to serve without a thought, the eagerness to work under you. You may have been a failed vessel but you are a success as a flycatcher, bringing the sheep down to the slaughterhouse to be sent to the other Lords.

On meeting day, the pain and emotions that you feel seem to amplify the closer you are to Heisenberg.

As you sit beside your adoptive mother, your smaller hand in hers, while Mother Miranda speaks and praises each one of her children, lingering a bit too much on her golden child. The pressure in your chest grows, it feels like when you submerge in the tub as if your lungs were being crushed under an invisible force, ready to cough and gasp for air.

Across from you, he sits, posture closed and annoyed beyond belief when Miranda asks him to stay a bit longer after the meeting is done, you feel relief when Lady Dimitrescu gets up, opting to ignore Heisenberg in favor of bringing you back to the castle for your scheduled visit.

You two aren't even halfway through your journey back when you notice you are missing something, a small gift for today's reunion, a bag of fine jasmine tea.

"Mother, I need to get back. It seems I misplaced something, you go ahead!"

There's no time for Alcina to respond before you volt back to the church, the soft lace of your veil beautifully flying behind your hurried steps, slowly dropping your speed the closer you get to the entrance of the building, from it you can see Miranda, she as shed her mask off and is touching Heisenberg's face the way you have seen brides or wives touch their husbands' faces.

A pulse of repugnance and despise make you stumble back, pressing your back against the outer wall, it feels like the first time you met him, it's blinding and leaves you disoriented for a second, a hand flies up to your mouth when a wave of nausea hits you. He's not only pissed, he feels filthy and is suppressing a murderous intent behind a mask of indifference.

The sensation grows and grows until it's crushing you. One look up and you see him standing before you, a hand caging you between him and pillar.

"What are you doing here, freak? The tall bitch sent you to spy on me? tell her to fuck off" this isn't the first time you hear his voice, but it feels like it, even if his words are filled with malice, they taste like bitter wine for you.

"NO!...I mean...no, Lord Heisenberg. I came back because I lost something, a small bag"

"So you are afraid the dog stole from you, are you calling me a thief?" your mouth opens to explain to him once more, but the burly man only growls and steps away "Think whatever you want, I can't care any less for whatever the scum thinks of me"

Later, in the solitude of your home, you will call yourself an idiot, asking yourself why you reached for his empty hand when he turned around ready to leave, why you didn't revealed who you were, why you didn't cried when the man slammed your body against the wall.

"DON'T YOU DARE TO TOUCH ME, BITCH!" Heisenberg's tobacco infused breath hits your face, the painful stab of hatred felt like if your body were being torn apart "I CAN'T STAND PEOPLE LIKE YOU, YOU MAKE SICK!"

This time, when he turns around to leave, you don't reach out, you stay there, gasping for hair and coughing like if you were drowning, a slick sensation in your throat makes you gag and cough harder than before, both of your hands are cupped over your mouth, scared at the idea of throwing up.

Thank God you don't.

The moment passes and your body calms down, but your eyes grow wide when you see what made you gag.

A single yellow carnation petal covered in spit rests between your hands.

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Yelow Carnation: rejection and disdain

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[dagasii]

Brotherhood

Dagasi had not felt so small as the moment Ren told her that he never existed. Not the way she had wanted him to. He sat before her on the observatory floor, while she had claimed the big poofy chair. She used this space for long talks. Talks that needed privacy. Those who studied the stars were few upon the Porta Ciela’s crew, and so it was a quiet, private space. Perfect for such talks. She told him that before it all, she saw Ren as all she could never be. He was brave, and strong, and bigger than her. She looked upon him with starry-eyed adoration, when her ankles and hands were still chubby with baby fat.

“Father asked if I was leaving,” she told him. “‘Just like Ren?’ he asked. And I said yes. Just like Ren. I wanted to be like you so badly.”

And he had only looked upon her with sympathy. “The Ren you knew didn’t exist, Dagasi,” Ren replied softly. “I left because I was weak. I didn’t want to disappoint mother and father because I was their son.”

He had almost cheated on his trial, even before she had arrived to protect him, to save him -just once- like he always defended and rescued her. A sharpened rock, tucked away to cut the ropes… And then dropped out of shame for the lies he had almost told. And he had hidden for Dagasi’s just as she had for his. Ducked down to watch her struggle against the bindings for a full day. He would have cut them, he said. But she was making it on her own. 

“I left before you got all the way out,” he explained. “Brought back some game to make my lies believable. I got into some trouble with the bigger kids so they’d rough me up and nothing looked suspicious. I should have realized then how strong you were.”

He knelt before her chair. He begged her. Once, twice, he begged. “Please give me another chance. Please let me try to be the brother I should have been.”

Dagasi didn’t know what she wanted. She hated him. What he had done was unforgivable. She could never again look at him the same. Knowing what he had done, knowing that he was capable of taking their family and bastardizing all they had ever stood for. He had taken Dagasi and claimed he loved her while at the same time shattering the parts of her that were made of glass. Nowhere had felt like home since.

It is hard to know the answer to any question asked by one on their knees, before they are there. 

“Please Dagasi,” he repeated. “Just let me try. Give me some direction, and-...”

She stared down at her hands for a long moment. Sitting in the big chair, in front of the lush blue curtain, Dagasi could have looked like a monarch if she were not still in her pajamas. Wearing much else pulled at her stitches and scabs. But she carried no queenlike grace with her now, stripped of her own perceptions, given new understanding by Auggie’s departure… It was no surprise that as Dagasi stared at her own palms, she crumpled into tears.  

“How can I give you direction when I have always looked to you?”

It hurt to cry, they both knew it hurt to cry.  And so the action made Ren fly into a panic. He looked around first, for another to help. There was no other to help, for Gaspard had stepped out to allow them their peace. And so he crawled toward her, murmuring frantic soothings as he did.

“Heyheyhey,” he tried. “I asked for a lot, okay? I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I did that. It wasn’t fair.” He scrambled to wrap his arms around her, and Dagasi didn’t stop him. What Ren got was a weak flop into his grasp. And, surely enough, Dagasi’s own arms wrapping slowly around his shoulders. Ren didn’t even try to keep himself in order, then. Instead, he bowed his head, and he cried with her.

“Let me try again,” he begged her.

“Yes.”

She felt brotherhood from its other end, the next day. When a bundle of letters came. Amongst them, a letter from Auggie. They read it one by one, passing the page between members of the crew. He was fine. He made it to Ala Mhigo. They marched on Garlemald alongside the Xaela and the Qerel. All things Dagasi had known. But she was surprised by the lavender-wrapped parcel with her own name written on its top. She stole it away, and hid. She sat on the bed that she had laid in all night, in the room that still smelled like morning coffee and perfume with amber and rose.

And when she unwrapped the lavender-colored parcel, a whole stack of envelopes fell out onto the white bedsheets. Each labeled with a different but familiar name. Her own, set upon them all. “In case of the worst,” read the little note in the top corner. Dagasi’s heart met the top of her throat, and shaking hands grappled for that one. Her own letter. In case of the worst.

It was all written in Auggie’s script. Two and a half pages. His glasses still sat in her drawer, and it was all Dagasi could do at that moment to not reach for them to fiddle with their arms. But she could not break them. She was supposed to keep them safe. So she simply ran her thumb in circles upon the rough parchment as she unfolded each page.

Page One. He couldn’t muster a goodbye. He had not said goodbye to her. Because he could not stand the thought. But they traveled to fight the Telophoroi and their towers. A’gust, tender and gentle as he had ever been, was not steeled for war. He could not imagine the blade of his own sword piercing another. He was not Xaela. He was Auggie. And while the Xaela roared like beats at their adversaries, Auggie was barely come into his own. But thoughts of home brought fire to his chest…

Page Two. She, absent of any thought besides what she read before her on the page, clumsily set page one aside.

When he thought of family, he shone brighter than before. He did his part to usher in tomorrow in the face of world-ending danger. No matter the risks. No matter the costs. No matter what happened. A’gust did not call himself good. But he was intrinsically good. Always so good. It made Dagasi’s stomach drop. The good did not survive wars. The lucky did. Idealism carried one nowhere. But Auggie seemed to know that. For page two also asked that, if he not return, Dagasi pass out the stacks of envelopes. Marked with names, inside was a final message to each.

Dagasi turned her face to the envelopes scattered upon her bed… And flipped the covers to hide them from her own sight. She could not look at them. Sighing, Dagasi turned to page three.

“You have my trust more than anyone else,” it read. And the Xaela’s heart dropped. Trusted above all, with the final words of one so well-loved, Dagasi could not help but dread preemptively the rounds she would have to make. Dressed in her mourning colors. A bringer of death in far less literal a way, for once. She read on, eyes searching the page for meaning. Relief. Something to numb the ache of the fear of loss. 

“You are a sister in every way but blood.” 

Her fingertips scrunched into the page, crinkling it under a white-knuckled grip.

“Never forget how strong you are, Dagasi. Wise and graceful. That you shine, radiant and beautiful, in the dark.”

A tear landed upon the parchment’s edge, staining it blue with the makeup that had rubbed off with it. Dagasi brushed it away with her thumb.

“That you changed the life of a small Miqo’te for the better.”

Her chest burned with pitiful little sniffles. Her sides flamed up in protest.

“Thank you so much. May we see each other again. A’gust Tia.”

The air around Dagasi felt unsettlingly silent now. Still, and lonely, and heavier than the biggest load she had ever borne. The letters hidden beneath her blankets might as well have been burning a hole in her mattress, for how acutely the Xaela knew of their presence. The Ishgard chill seemed more acute now, and Dagasi wrapped her arms around herself in the closest to a hug she could get, with no one but herself and the letters around.

After a long moment, she wiped her cheeks with the heel of her hand, smearing little blue trails from her ornate eyeliner across her flesh. She would deal with it in a moment, but for now, Dagasi simply pressed one finger to the linkpearl, set on a chain that had been wrapped around her horn so that it could function like any other decoration, and still be heard from. 

It was silent for a time, until she caught a low, shuddered breath. 

“A’gust? Auggie?” She asked. It was hoarse and wavering. The obvious result of her own tears. But she did not care. She waited.

And she got no answer.

mention of @strange-eorzean-tales​ and @truth-and-sun​

[spike-and-faye]

Hello, I require your infinite wisdom please!! :O So I just finished cowboy bebop and I am so confused like who the fuck was Julia. WHAT was Faye's past. I literally never process tv shows and the bebop was not immune to my stupidity LMAO like... I guess the ending just really confused me, from what I gathered Spike and Vicious were friends? But then they weren't? And Julia dated Vicious but also Spike? And he? Went after Vicious even after Julia had died? I am Confusion. Please help. Thank u...

Oh BABEY I am so glad you asked! :) Be prepared for a long answer and I apologize in advance for how incoherent it will probably be.

ALSO Please note: this show is fucking complicated. I have watched it all the way through several times a year, every single year, for over a decade now, and I am *STILL* finding new shit every time I watch it. It's packed with symbols, motifs, allusions and underlying themes that are just so rich. It is so extraordinarily well-written that it could give a lot of classic literature a run for its money. I'm literally working on an in depth literary/film analysis my husband lovingly calls my Manifesto on the series right now. SO PLEASE don't beat yourself up about not catching everything on the first go round.

HEY BTW for anyone who hasn't finished the show, please know there will be MANY spoilers ahead!

Anyways ~

1.     Spike / Julia / Vicious:

The information we get on Spike's past, including Vicious and Julia, is pretty limited considering how big of an impact they have on the story. We get our first glimpse in Session 1: Asteroid Blues, then again in Session 5: Ballad of Fallen Angels, Sessions 12 + 13: Jupiter Jazz, and Sessions 25 + 26: Real Folk Blues. I recommend reviewing these episodes for you Julia and Vicious fix.

What we know:

Spike and Vicious were both members of an organized crime syndicate called the Red Dragons, which is roughly analogous to the Yakuza or the Mafia. Their positions in the organization are not clear, but there are some images alluding to them being hitmen, and they likely rose up in the ranks as they were close acquaintances of Mao Yenrai, a Capo of the Red Dragon.

Spike and Vicious were close comrades. Spike taught Vicious everything he knew about fighting, and the two had a deep trust in each other. Which Spike fucked up ….

^^Vicious looks hot asf here

Julia was Vicious' lover/girlfriend. One night in 2068 (three years prior to the time we watch in the Bebop) Spike is injured, presumably from a syndicate-related fight and he passes out in front of her door. She takes him in and nurses him back to health and he SIMPS HARD for her. We’re all but told he's in LOVE love with her. They start an affair, and Spike tells her he's ready to abandon the whole life - the syndicate, Vicious, Mao, all of it - and they could run away together.

WELL Vicious finds out about this whole affair, and is DOUBLY betrayed because his literal best friend and girlfriend have been having an affair, and tbh I think he was just as jealous of Spike's attentions as he was of Julia's. (Whether or not it’s a sexual thing for Spike … well … I have my own headcanons about that). SO when he finds out they're going to run away together, he gives Julia an ultimatum: you can either kill him, or I'll just kill you both. Spike had written her a letter about meeting him in the graveyard to start their new life together, which she tears up to hide his location from Vicious. (This is the falling ripped up pieces of paper we see in Spike's flash back in Session 5).

^^ r/gifsyoucanhear

**NOTE: There are those who disagree with this view, (looking at you Cowboy Bebop wiki) instead suggesting Vicious and Spike were buds in the past, but then hated each other once they were both considered as potential successors to Mao. That's why Vicious wanted him dead, and he was enlisting Julia (who he didn't necessarily have a romantic connection to) to help kill Spike since he knew Spike loved her. Personally, I think there is plenty of evidence that Vicious also wanted Julia, and in fact was already with her, when Spike started seeing her. If you want me to cite my sources please send an me an ask about it :)

Spike gets the idea, whether by her just not showing up or word around the syndicate being like YO Vicious wants you dead. Despite Vicious' ultimatum to Julia, he was gunna kill Spike either way. SO he sets up an ambush, and SadBoy™ Spike walks intentionally into their trap. Somehow, he doesn't die, though the entire syndicate thinks he did. (Note Annie's reaction to seeing him alive in Session 5). It’s also implied that this is where he lost his eye.

HIS EYE - possibly the most important symbol in the show so I do have to mention it. In episode 26, he explicitly explains to Faye that one of his eyes only sees the past. (PS this isn't dissimilar to Jet's arm… we can get into that another time). Basically, he's constantly living halfway in the past and halfway in the present, and describes the past like a dream he can never wake up from. Because dysfunctional or not - the syndicate WAS his family. (Again - see his relationship with Annie, Mao, and Vicious (prior to Spike's betrayal)). It's his reminder that Julia didn't run away with him, and that he'd left behind that life for her. (He didn’t know she was being threatened until the final episode). Basically Spike is hyper-fixated on what he had and what could've been.

Not long after this, Spike starts bounty hunting because like? What else is he going to do. He doesn't care if he lives or dies but if he has to be alive, he may as well be able to eat. He joins up with Jet Black on the Bebop.

TL; DR: Spike stole Vicious' lover, Julia, so Vicious made Julia choose between her killing Spike or Vicious killing them both. She instead went into hiding and Spike thought he'd been stood up. He fake died and got the hell outta dodge.

2.     What was Faye's past?

Ok let me start by saying Faye is my wife and my life. HOWEVER I hated her the first time I watched this show circa age 13 because I thought she was annoying/vain/shallow (also because #internalizedmisogyny lol am I right fam). Good news! She is all those things! But she's also very lonely and scared and an amnesiac and secretly a sweetie and she realizes she loves the crew of the Bebop like family.

SO my wife's backstory:

she was born in the 1990s (#only90skidsremember). There's some debate over her race/nationality, but due to the images of her hanging out in Merlion Park in Singapore, my bet is that she's Singaporean. She comes from a wealthy family with a big house, and we see some utterly *adorable* film of her as a child/young adolescent in Session 18: Speak Like a Child. I cry everytime </3

^^ Holla for the representation

In 2014, circa age 20, she and her parents were going into space when the shuttle they were on had some kind of malfunction/accident and it killed an unknown number of people, including her parents. At the time, the technology didn’t exist to be able to save her, so she was put into a cryogenic sleep state. Meanwhile, the Lunar Gate accident occurs, breaking up the moon and causing rock showers on Earth's surface. Most people died, moved to Mars, or settled underground.

She wakes up from her cryogenic sleep in 2068. (Also the year Spike leaves the syndicate.) She's 'woken' by the corrupt Dr. Bacchus who plans on charging her for the years and years of medical debt she's accrued. (See Session 15: My Funny Valentine.) Luckily a lawyer takes interest in her case (Whitney Haggus Matsumoto) and tries to help get rid of her debt. The two fall in love, but turns out Whitney is a Scumbag. He's actually Dr. Bacchus's nephew, and faked his death, writing Faye as the sole inheritor to his will. This means she'll take on all his debts. So baby girl has LOTS of debt at this point.

In the intervening years prior to her joining the Bebop, she gambles, cheats, gains a lot of street smarts, and adopts a very seductive character to get her way. She joins the crew on the Bebop in Session 3: Honky Tonk Women.

TL;DR: Faye is Austin powers

YIKES this is so long I am so sorry. Bitches are obsessed with this show. (I am bitches)

3.     The Ending

Okay I'm going to present this in the way, in my scholarly opinion, would be correct, though there are SO many interpretations other than simply 'Spike died :/".

To understand the plot of the last couple episodes we actually have to go back to Session 5: Mao is instructed* to sign a treaty with a rival syndicate called the White Tigers. (*He's instructed by The Van (Council of identical creepy old men) who are the actual head of the dragon. I think we only see them in Session 26.) Well - Vicious is a Bastard Man and he and his fellow mutineers blow up the White Tiger guys' ship and slit Mao's throat. Before he dies, Mao is like "Gotdamnit if Spike was still here this shit wouldn't have happened." Later in the Cathedral battle, Vicious explains to Spike he killed Mao because Mao 'lost his fangs'. He planned on killing Spike for good her, IMO, so there'd be no rival to take over as Capo for the Dragons.

^^These guys are The Van btw

THEN in Session 25, the Van basically catches Vicious and is like “you killed Mao and now you have to go to Time Out.” The Van also decides to just kill everyone associated with Vicious, just 2 B safe. That's why there's a big ass shootout at the Loser Bar where Jet and Spike are chilling, drinking, (missing Faye and Ed and Ein lol) and Shin (younger brother to Lin, who's helping Vicious overthrow the Dragon) explains all this to Spike. OH and PS JULIA IS ALIVE AND HERE IS HER LOCATION :). (**Notice Spike's reaction at this point is different than his reaction in Jupiter Jazz when he hears there's a Julia on Calisto. Much less excited… hmm…).

SO THEN you know we get some flashbacks of the past as previously explained *and* Julia just happens to run into Faye. She recognizes that Faye is one of Spike's friends from the Bebop (she was keeping tabs on him it seems) and picks her up. Faye doesn't know who Julia is but is like damn bitch I'm a little gay for you. (I mean … that may just be my bi ass projecting, but Faye is REALLY struck with her. Look at how she describes her to Jet, I mean come on.)

 Faye's like, 'we should team up' and Julia says 'no thanks but also tell Spike to meet me at *the place*'. Meanwhile back on the Bebop Spike and Jet are talking and Spike goes on about some dream woman who was his other half. (We assume he means Julia … I have my reasons to doubt this … I have a lot of angry DMs about my opinion here lol but I just do not give a fuck (: I can expand on this in another post or you can refer to the title of my fucking blog haha) Personally, I think Watanabe personally left this specific scene open ended, the same way he does with the ending and various other things.

more like SIMP Spiegel

ANYWAY Faye comes back to the Bebop to tell Spike about Julia, and Jet gets intel from a former cop buddy that there's some shit going down with the Dragons. (Again, the Van is hunting down everyone ever associated with Vicious, including your pal Spike). Bebop is attacked, Faye tells Spike what's up with Julia, and he heads out.

 PAN TO VICIOUS chained up - about to be executed - but what's that!? It's a bird!? It's a pla- no it's just a bird. (With one glowing red eye … hm … reminds me of Spike, also the drug Red Eye. Pls let me know if you have any thoughts on this). Just a bird with a BOMB! Explosion (RIP bird c. 2065 - too soon), Vicious kills the elders, his buddies show up and are ready to go fuck shit up.

this show could not be more of an aesthetic

MMMPhhh okay RAINY CEMETERY. Spike and Julia. She draws a gun, explains why she didn't meet him that day, and then hugs him. Now Spike is not *great* at showing his emotions but he literally just stands there. Maybe it's a stoic expression of how sad he is that he never knew she still cared, when it seemed like she dumped him. Maybe he's finally getting some closure on his past. Maybe the past doesn't mean the same thing it used to. (I'll elaborate later on this).

They go to Annie's to get stocked up on stuff, she lets them know she denied knowing Spike was still alive and hey also the Van was assassinated by Vicious and his guys so. Watch out for that. Then her shop is surrounded by Vicious' guys and she dies :(. Spike and Julia escape to the roof, but she's shot and dies in Spike's arms, and says 'it's all just a dream' :(. (Refer to: Spike living in a dream of the past).

Anyway Jet SAID he wasn't gunna go after Spike but. Jet's parental instincts kick in (oh yeah he was shot in the leg earlier btw) and he goes to Sitting Bull to see if he knows where Spike is. He basically says yeah Spike's about to die somewhere. (I want to do a further analysis on all the Sitting Bull scenes.) Well conveniently Spike returns to the Bebop, eats, tells his story about a tiger-striped cat. (At one point Jet asks if he's going there for her, and Spike is like well she's dead now so whatever). THEN we get to the scene where Faye is like HEY YOU CAN'T GO OFF AND DIE ASSHOLE and he's like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I 've been living in the past so I might as well see if I'm living now. (**This will play heavily into my interpretation of the ending). Faye is pissed, shoots the ceiling and he goes off to the syndicate headquarters to fuck shit up.

He basically John Wicks his way through the building, Shin dies, he and Vicious have the big boss battle and whatnot. He kills Vicious and stumbles back out down the stairs and says "Bang!" and collapses. We pan to the sky and see a star fade away.

Well that explains the plot … now here's what I think happened!!! ALSO may I mention, anon - you picked up on something I feel like a lot of people miss out on. Why *did* Spike go back to kill Vicious if Julia was already dead??

Basically, once it became clear that anyone associated with Vicious was being killed, Spike knew they'd hunt him down, and they weren't beneath Kill-Billing their way to him, (i.e. systematically destroying this companions to get to him). And for all his apparent indifference - he really loves his new found family. Jet is literally like an older brother to him. Ed is a little sister. Ein is well … a very good boy. And Faye? Well the relationship is complicated, and I'm not going to get into the 69,420 reasons I ship them here, but I think it is beyond argument that he really does care for her, even if that just in a filial way. He didn't want the syndicates to kill them for their association to him, or in order to get to him. So he did what he had to do to protect them. *AND NO* I am not saying that he didn't love Julia. But it was clear that his desire was no longer to run away with her. I think he genuinely loved and cared about her, but at some point between Jupiter Jazz Pt 2 and now, he accepted that their time together was over. Now he had a new raison d'etre, which is the Bebop.

I think at this point Spike has 'woken up' to reality (as he implied to Faye in their final conversation in episode 26: "Look at these eyes. One of them is a fake, because I lost it in an accident. Since then, I have been seeing the past in one eye, and the present in the other. I had believed that what I saw was not all of reality...I thought I was watching a dream that I would never awaken from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over." (This is from the sub btw I'm too lazy to look up the dub transcript.) He wasn't going there to die, he's going to find out if he's really alive. This line is fucking cool and everything - but it's implications are multitude. I won't go into them all here but basically : what makes him alive now is that he's free from his past. He's alive because he has this new family and protecting them is all he really wants now. Spike was protecting Jet, Faye, Ed, (and Ein) by going and facing the entire syndicate, knowing that their lives would all be in danger.

SO - did Spike die? Well again - Watanabe has purposely and artfully left this open ended. Well, if we're following the symbolism from Sitting Bull, then yeah, the man is as dead as disco, and wouldn't that be a fitting ending? BUT at the same time, Spike always refers to having 'died' before (meaning when he was ambushed by the syndicate, and they all thought he died, and he pretty much did). Don't forget that in  movie (takes places roughly between episodes 22 + 23, and yes, was made AFTER the series but whatever) he like .. DIES dies. He goes to the afterlife and everything. He wakes up to find he's chilling with Sitting Bull, who's like nah it wasn't your time to die yet. So the fact Sitting Bull confirms Spike will die in the final episode, means yeah, Spike is pretty much dead.

BUT -- okay now hear me out -- could this death in the final episode be a death to his previous life? The person he was in the syndicate? Now that he's extinguished the Red Dragons for good, is it not possible that its merely *that* life which has ended? That's the optimist in me saying that, but if it keeps me from staying up all night crying, I guess it'll have to do. Watanabe definitely wants to leave it up to the viewer, so whatever you think, I feel like there's validity to it.

WELL any anon, sorry for the fucking lecture - and believe me, I could've said MUCH, MUCH more - but I enjoyed this question. I always love talking about this show so please all you fuckers feel free to message me or send an ask about anything any time. I am really slow at replying because #life'sAbitch.

Love you all.

SY,SCB <3

[wrienne]

My Cheating, Amnesic Fiancé

Chapter 10: His Ring

Namjoon and Seokjin’s eyes widened, though you got no reaction from Yoongi. He was like an ominous presence, sitting at an angle you could only watch him through your peripheral view as you stared down at your hands.

“How?” asked Namjoon. “And how do you know that?”

“Yes, isn’t amnesia both incurable and irreversible?” wondered Hoseok. "That's what the doctor told us."

“Starting with that...”

While explaining what you and Kim Sejin had spoken about that morning and the battle plan you had organized all day during school, all six of them were quiet. You finished with, ���...I figured I could grab some of his clothes as well as hear your ideas about my plan.”

“It sounds like some kind of movie plot,” said Seokjin dubiously.

“Exactly what I told your manager,” you said and smiled half-heartedly. “But this is the only option we have. I, for one, refuse to let Jungkook lose all that he’s fought for. What all of you have fought for.”

“Even if it’s a slight chance, there’s still a possibility,” said Namjoon in agreement.

“What would you have us do, then?” asked Jimin.

“If you could write down a list, just as I have,” you said as you showed them your scribbles, “I’d have something more recent to go on from. I have never been very close to him, especially since his debut, so your input would help tremendously.”

“Why help him then?” Taehyung regarded you warily. His hard expression had gradually morphed into one of focus and attentiveness, but now you saw it teetering. Would he flare up again? “What do you have to gain?”

“Would you stop it?” Hoseok gave Taehyung a harsh glare, which made Namjoon and Seokjin look curiously at him. Hoseok pointed at Taehyung. “This one almost lost it downstairs, blaming Jungkook’s accident on (Y/N). Taehyung, you coming at her doesn’t exactly help the situation.”

“Hyung,” said Taehyung coolly. “Everyone with half a brain understands that she and Jungkook parted on unfriendly terms. Have you ever heard him curse like that - especially to a girl who is supposed to be a ‘family friend’? And he wouldn’t speak to anyone at all until Sejin-manager had taken us to the bar. She made him drink and run out on the street.”

“He’s halfway right,” said Seokjin as he scrutinized you. “I’ve never seen our Jungkook that mad.”

“Exactly,” said Taehyung triumphantly. “So you better tell us the truth: what do you have to gain from Jungkook?”

“Nothing,” you said earnestly, then fumbled as you tried to structure the rest of your reply. Technically, you had absolutely nothing to gain from Jeon Jungkook’s potential recovery and reascent to the music industry’s top. Meanwhile, it would take you more than three months of hard work and utter, genuine dedication to even have a shot at getting him to Japan. It could all just prove to be a waste of time. Minutes, hours, days, weeks better spent on you and yourself. Not to mention, that bastard had been unfaithful to you for who knows how long, in addition to having treated you sometimes like air, sometimes like dirt and sometimes like you were his worst enemy in the world.

But still. Still. You couldn’t abandon Jeon Jungkook in his time of need.

“It doesn’t make sense,” said Taehyung and crossed his arms over his chest. “Jungkook told me you disliked each other, and that you couldn’t stand him. So why?”

“I just…”

You grasped after the right words. Your mind was muddled, however, so you had no choice but to simply follow the second voice-in-command: your heart.

“If you were me,” you began carefully, “would you have allowed the son of your parents’ best friend to forget his childhood dream? I’ve known Jungkook all of my life - we’ve grown up together, spent every holiday with one another and celebrated everything from birth, life and death side by side. He was horrible most of the time, I’ll say that, but he was there for me when others weren’t. You might believe my family fortunes and good name generated friends wherever I went, but no. It didn’t. I’ve been on my own pretty much all my life.”

You hadn’t meant for the conversation to suddenly turn so personal, but there you sat, pouring your heart out to six strangers. Perhaps that’s what made therapy so popular. People listening to other people’s problems.

You took a deep breath. “When my grandparents died, Jungkook was the first one to each of their funerals. When I was about ten or so and fell down a cliff during a hike with our parents and broke my collarbone, Jungkook was the one who found me and dragged me back to camp. He practically saved my life. Now, I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t have been able to look myself in the mirror if I just left him the way he is now, especially when I have a chance to help.”

No matter his betrayal.

“I have no clue what Jungkook told you about me, but I would never premeditate hurting or upsetting or exploiting him in any way.” You cleared your throat, grimacing as your windpipe had tightened with every word you said. “Now yesterday was the first time I saw you guys on stage. And though I possess no particular experience in show business or even an ounce of musical talent, I saw--no, felt that he belonged up there. Still - and I haven't told you all - would you have left him if you were me? Abandoned him for old grudges?”

You hadn’t noticed how hard you were clutching your hands together. Not until you felt the odd, ticklish sensation signifying a lack of blood and circulation did you realize that your knuckles and fingers had whitened. You loosened up and caught Taehyung’s eyes.

“No,” he said, immediately casting down his focus. “I guess not.”

“What we spoke of is private,” you said quietly, feeling your chest constrict in pain at the memory. “It is something I can never disclose. But the conversation wasn’t of a threatening or hostile nature, and if I knew he would run out drunkenly on a street because of my decision, I would have never made it. I would never, ever wish Jungkook harmed.”

No one spoke. Taehyung didn’t raise his gaze.

You sniffled. Hoseok quickly came back from the hallway with some tissues and handed you them. You wiped your eyes and were relieved to find the tissue only slightly damp. You weren’t bawling, at least, though the mere presence of tears made you frown - you didn’t exactly have something to cry for. You weren’t somber or filled with grief at the memory of your grandparents' funerals. However, you were extremely tired and weary after last night’s escapade to the hospital. And your conversation with your parents hadn’t exactly done much to brighten up your mood.

You almost chuckled. You were used to calling Jungkook stupid, but who was the bigger fool, really?

Considering how the next three months would progress, it was ironic, it truly was.

“What should we do?” asked Hoseok finally, breaking the silence.

“Let’s split up into groups,” said Namjoon after said someone’s stomach grumbled. “Jin-hyung and I will get to cooking since it’s our turn anyway. The rest of you can start with a list each.”

“What are we even supposed to write?” Jimin scratched the back of his head.

“It might be a bit personal,” you told him, “but it probably has to be in order for it to be memorable. Just write down anything you might have done with Jungkook that you feel affected your relationship in any major way.”

“Write down anything that you imagine Jungkook might have remembered up until the accident,” added Namjoon and slowly stood. “Like the time we went bungee jumping or traveled to Northern Europe.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” you said.

“And you’re going to do what with this information?” wondered Seokjin, standing also. “Isn’t it better if we just meet up with him and tell him all of this? Try to remind him while face-to-face?”

You shook your head. “I wouldn’t say he’s scared of you. But he doesn’t trust anyone and might straight-up refuse to listen to any of you. And even if some of you manage to convince him to hear you out, what if it turns out he doesn’t remember? That might make you frustrated at him or just left feeling needlessly hurt. Furthermore, I don’t want to stress him out any more than he already is. Imagine, it must be like waking up from a five or so year long dreamless sleep for him and suddenly he’s overwhelmed with the eager input from six or so people telling him he knows them the way he did.”

“Okay,” said Jimin with a nod. “Who has some pen and paper?”

“I do,” said Hoseok, then disappeared into one of the rooms. He came out with a notebook and tore out a page for everyone except you, Seokjin and Namjoon, then returned with an equal number of pens.

Namjoon and Seokjin headed into the kitchen while Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok eventually started discussing what would count as a “memorable memory”. Yoongi quietly pondered his sheet of paper, his dark gaze fixed upon the clean slate while he tapped his pen against the table surface.

He briefly found your eyes but said nothing.

Swallowing hard, you carefully unzipped your jacket and hung it over your chair as well as placed your duffel bag underneath your chair. Feeling uncomfortable just sitting there, you rose while putting up your hair with a hair tie and poked your head into the kitchen.

“Is there something I can do to help?” you asked.

Seokjin was instructing Namjoon when he stopped and looked at you over the latter’s shoulder. “No, we’ll be alright. You can just sit with the others.”

You wouldn’t have minded just sitting and watching them if not for Yoongi’s watchful eyes. But since you couldn’t exactly say that, you smiled sheepishly. “I’m sort of not used being around so many guys.”

“No male cousins or siblings?”

“None.” Your smile fell a bit. “It’s a small family.”

“How long are you staying?” asked Namjoon. He had begun washing vegetables in the sink.

“Oh, not very long,” you said quickly. “I wouldn’t want to intrude for any longer than dinner. And I told Jungkook I’d be back at six.”

Seokjin and Namjoon looked at each other hesitantly. The latter shrugged, and Seokjin found your gaze again.

“Would you mind setting the table, then?” he asked.

About half an hour later, all seven of you were busy eating homemade tteokbokki and bought gimbap. They asked you about you and Jungkook, how long you had known each other, what school you went to, and so on. The lists had been compiled into one master list, courtesy of Namjoon, who had wanted to organize all of their ideas into relevant categories, like years, members and places. You hadn’t even been aware of how hungry you had been until then and ate quicker than everyone else. Or well, almost.

“It’s almost six o’clock,” said Min Yoongi as he stood. “Come, (Y/N). Someone’s got to show her to Jungkook’s things and Namjoon is still eating,” he explained at everyone’s confused frown.

“Oh, I had almost forgotten.”

You rose and began carrying your dishes to the kitchen when Jimin stopped you. “Let it be,” he said. “I’ll take care of it. You better get back to Jungkook.”

“Thank you,” you said, then looked at everyone seated at the table. For once, Taehyung didn’t look at you with poorly disguised fury. “Thank you for the food, and for your help. I really appreciate it, and I know Jungkook would as well.”

“We’ll finish the last of the master list meanwhile,” said Hoseok as you bent to pick up your duffel bag. “Try to steal some of Namjoon’s stuff. He has way too many clothes that fall underneath the ‘hobo’ category.”

“It’s ‘boho’ I tell you,” mumbled Namjoon as he covered his mouth with his hand. “It’s a popular fashion style overseas.”

“That might be, but you make it ‘hobo’.”

Namjoon sighed as the others laughed.

You smiled at Hoseok, who returned the gesture, then turned anxiously toward Yoongi. He gestured for you to come and you followed him into the same room Namjoon and Seokjin had exited from. The bedroom was small, with only barely enough space for two single beds, a wardrobe, a tall mirror and a desk with a lamp, but surprisingly clean compared to the rest of the apartment.

Yoongi closed the door shut after you, then led you to the swelling wardrobe, which almost reached from the floor to the ceiling. He opened the wardrobe doors and pointed in a general area of blacks, jeans and whites. There was a surplus of beanies, mouth masks and brand underwear as well.

“That half is Jungkook’s,” said Yoongi as he opened the wardrobe doors and pointed in a general area. “Though some of his clothes might be in the washing machine or drying.”

“I think he can manage with this,” you said as you began placing one item after another into your duffel bag.

You didn’t know exactly how much you needed to grab, but when you considered the bleak possibility that Jungkook might not ever return to the apartment again, you decided to take everything of his at least in the wardrobe. While initially conscientious - you knew how prim Jungkook could be with his things - you took it slow, placing clothes like Tetris. Then, realizing it would take hours, you just shoveled as much as you could into the bag.

You tried to ignore the pair of slim dark eyes silently watching your every move.

“Is there anything else of his in here?” you asked Yoongi when you were finished. The duffel bag actually looked like a body bag now, but would still have some room left over for a phone charger or a headset or so.

“He has a laptop and some gadgets he carries in a small bag.”

It didn’t take you long to find the computer and you carefully placed it inside a computer bag marked “JK”. You found chargers, a mouse and a headset inside the bag first, though, which you poured into the duffel bag instead. When you were finished, however, and started toward the door, Yoongi stopped you.

You frowned and tried not to sound frightened, but felt your heartbeats surge into a gallop. “Hey, what--”

And you stopped so abruptly you almost choked on your words. You had wondered where Jungkook’s engagement band was, ever since you saw its obviously vacant place on his finger the evening before. But now you knew.

Held between his index finger and thumb, Min Yoongi raised the promise ring your parents had given Jungkook, its circular, golden shape familiar to you. His expression didn't change, nor did his voice.

“At which point of the dinner were you going to tell us about your and Jungkook’s engagement?”

[aavanireads]

Too Late by Colleen Hoover

TOO LATE - A BOOK REVIEW

- by shivani

The book follows the story of a college girl, Sloan, who’s in a toxic relationship with her boyfriend of two years, Asa. She’s bound to stay with him for reasons she cannot overlook, for a family member she cannot give up on, even though every fragment of her bone wants her to break free. Her life takes a turn for good when she runs into Carter, a guy in her Spanish class, who is the only one who can save her from the predicament she’s put into. Their bond strengthens as they keep running into each other. From the scribbling of senseless words on every surface imaginable to having secret signs of communication, they fetch a plan to escape. Except the ever so cunning and jealous Asa has a few hurdles waiting for them, making their lives crumble apart. The book is dark, graphic, and everything spice. It’ll leave your toes curling and your spine chilling.

"And that's where love finds you... in the tragedies."

That’s one way to sum up the book.

I’m a huge fan of Colleen Hoover, and though most of her books are emotional and romantic, after reading Verity, I was excited to see more of this dark side of her. And Too Late left me both impressed and disappointed by the last chapter.

I absolutely love a good dark romance with gore and this book is definitely darker than Vantablack and had me shuddering, I just couldn't put it down. Hoover definitely has a sinister side and it’s not enough—I want more.

SPOILERS AHEAD!

There are many things, little details, about the book that piqued my interest. Such as mention of Indian food. As an Indian, I love when there’s even a small mention of India or its diverse culture and cuisine (Bridgerton season 2, I see you). Asa had taken Sloan to an Indian restaurant for their first date.

“Trains and buses stole my shoes and now I have to eat raw squid.”

“I dropped a can of corn down the laundry shoot, now my mother cries rainbows.”

“Thank you. Unicorn juice helps me breathe when I listen to disco.”

Sloan’s habit of scribbling nonsensical words in her notebook, and communicating like that with her brother and Carter was so endearing to read. It made my heart melt.

Who was the star of the show? Asa (don't hate me yet, let me finish first). He was an entitled asshole, a manipulative sick bastard, a serial rapist, and a misogynist. Did I feel sorry for him? Yes, he didn't deserve what he had to go through in his childhood, it shaped him into the monster that he was. But it's no excuse for his actions. He is the villain, he isn't supposed to be roses and daisies, he isn't written to be adored, and boy did Hoover deliver. He made my skin crawl and left me wanting to read more about him. He is one hell of a complex character.

Too Late is definitely not everybody, so it’s important that you read the trigger warnings before you start reading the book. It has a lot of graphic scenes that made me want to put down the book for a while, but in the ending, it was so addicting that I ended up finishing it in a day.

Though, there are many things in the book that did not sit right with me. For starters, the insta-love that went on between Sloan and Carter (or Luke). There wasn't enough build-up and I can't imagine anyone falling that hard in love in just a matter of a week or two. Their romance was boring.

And there is Sloan. I liked her at first, it was heart-breaking knowing how she didn't have a choice and was stuck with Asa but soon I found myself wanting to knock some sense into her. First, she was a doormat. She had so many opportunities to turn the tables, given it was mentioned that she was smart as hell (as she easily figured out Carter's true intentions), BUT SHE DIDN'T. She didn't even question Asa when he showed up with the social service funding withdrawal letter and trusted him blindly. Everything that happened could've been avoided. How did she never figure Asa was cheating on her? And why the hell could she never defend herself? Why did she always depend on either Asa or Carter to save her, like a knight in shining armour? Why can’t she work harder to get a job instead of babysitting Asa in the span of two years of their relationship?

Carter was just boring too. I know he was meant to be this perfect boyfriend, Sloan's saviour. And yes, he was nice but I couldn't connect with him. He was a bit under experienced in his field of job, and very unprofessional.

There’s one part of the story that I couldn’t stand—Sloan's revenge. I still can't believe she literally had sex with Luke right in front of Asa as a form of revenge. AND LUKE WAS INTO IT??? It was embarrassing. They needed therapy just as much as Asa did.

Also, the book was too long. It had an epilogue of epilogue which, surprisingly, didn't have much substance to it. The cat and mouse chase had become repetitive by then. The drama made me feel like I was watching a soap opera.

My final rating – 3/5

Is it entertaining? Yes. But it had the potential to be better.

Would I suggest it? Yes, but I’d also suggest you read the trigger warnings beforehand.

[namelessexistence]

It’s been a while, those last days were not great to me, a loto f things happening in my personal life, but I’m back with the part 9 of 10 of my top 100 favorite characters

20 – Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer)

The TV show. I haven’t read the comic, but I want to. I admit I wasn’t always happy with the direction the writers went with this character, specially when it comes to his relationship with Chloe, maybe I’ll write an essay about the show one day. I actually did this, but then the final season came, and I have to edit it taking this in consideration. Anyway, despite all my problems with the show, I coudn’t help but grow attached to this character.

19 – Tony Stark (MCU)

Does he have flaws? Yes. But he’s still the best written character of the franchise. The first Iron Man movie as well have a lot of flaws, but, character-wise, I love it.

18 – Raven (Teen Titans)

That cartoon was a vital part of my childhood, and I know it’s the same for a lot of people from my generation. Raven was my favorite since first season, but my love for her only grew as the show went on.

17 – Ciel Phantomhive (Kuroshitsuji)

If you never watched or read and are interested in checking the story (unlikely, I think the fandom is pretty much dead at this point), my advice is that you read the manga instead of watching the anime. I was young back then, when I first had contact with this story (trough the anime, unfortunally), and I swear I coudn understand why the fandom seemed so obssessed with Sebastian when Ciel was a far more interesting character

16 – Lucifenia Trinity (Evillious Chronicles)

Is it cheating putting three characters together? Well, I’m doing it anyway. I love them so much. I don’t really care about Elluka/Levia outside the Trinity. Of course, knowing her makes it more impactful to have her finding this weird family that was doomed from beginning. Swear An Oath On That Bridge is such a bittersweet song

15 – Zuko (Avatar The Last Airbender)

Praising Zuko’s character arc is already a cliche by now, but it’s not without a reason. I was really invested on this character as a preteen, and, to my endless frustration, though I managed to convince my friends to watch atla and they liked it, I was still the only one in the group who liked Zuko. There was even this girl who would always roleplay as Mai when we would play pretend, but she always found a way to not be in a relationship with Zuko.

14 – Mulan (1998)

This movie was very importante to me. And I know that, when it comes to portraying chinese culture is not exactly... great, but it still have a lot of strenghts. I really like how the song Honor to Us All shows us Mulan’s personality trough scenes like her intefering in that game and giving back that little’s girl doll.

13 – Laurent of Vere (Captive Prince)

I normally like the complicated bastards, I already know that. No one has to tell me.

12 – Luo Binghe (Scum Villain Self Saving System)

And I’m talking about both Bingge and Bingmei. Two sides of the same coin. I just can’t resist the allure of his fear of abandoment and attachment issues. How Bingmei was so convinced near the end that SQQ would never chose him, that no one would ever choose him. How Bingge is so unhappy and so quick to try to take what Bingmei have, because as much as he mocks and look down on Bingmei, he knows that Bingmei is happier than he. That Bingmei has something he never achieved. The main difference between the two versions of Binghe is not their morality (because, let’s be honest, Bingmei is not that moral), but the fact that Bingmei is satisfied, while Bingge keeps on conquering and taking because it’s never enough. Someone once wrote that SVSSS is not about cycles of abuse, and it’s true (how could SY break a cycle he was never part of?), but PIDW is, and Binghe never realized that, and, as consequence, SY and the Other readers never realized as well. I really should do a whole post about LBH, this is getting too long, so I’ll move on.

11 – Jake Peralta (Brooklyn Nine-Nine)

He had a great character growth, but he was never a bad person to begin with. He was immature, and self-centered at times, but never purposefully cruel. I think he’s well written as well. I mean, he was basically raised by movies like Die Hard and had it as his inspiration, and that’s easy to notice in his behaviour. He’s not exactly the most complex character in this list, but I simply like him