#that and i'm not really one to hold a grudge

[lsunstreakerl]

THE NEW SEARCH HISTORY CHAPTER!!!! sooo many more amazing moments omg

not the red bull drivers scamming max into joining on movie night 😭😭😭 it kinda feels like luring him out of his little cave of pets and baking bread using data review hdhhdhfhshd too funny, they know EXACTLY how to lure him in because they know him so well yep 🙂‍↕️

AND THEN max just being a menace instead of answering Christian seriously...he's just pulling excuses out of his ass that it's impressive 😭

AND POSSESSIVE CHARLES????? him wanting to be connected to max in every way including championship wise...and then max matching his freak by encouraging charles and telling him he's the one who's gonna break his streak...

AND LASTLY MY FAVOURITE of course it's the max and GP fishing moment...I think this definitely counts as father and son bonding ahhdhshdd I do wonder how GP managed to even convince max though, I bet he guilt tripped max or convinced him while he was high on morphine in the hospital 😭😭 (also feel like max will absolutely send charles pics of any fish he has caught while charles has an aneurysm over the ugly waders shdhd) (and the tiny mention of max uni arc 😁😁)

(AND read 1+1+1...I have so many thoughts about it but I will patiently wait till the last chapter comes out THANK YOU AGAIN FOR WRITING THESE AMAZING FICS 😭😭)

the juniors wanted a max movie night and they know exactly how to get it 😭 you have to respect it, which is why they only get in a little bit of trouble with christian, and not a lot. (this is also what makes them realize max can get away with literal murder and RB would cover it up)

If lewis were to win the championship, max's name would forever be in a hamilton sandwich on the WDC trophy, and charles literally froths at the mouth when he thinks about it, he refuses. lewis has had every other championship winning blonde boy, but max is charles', and honestly, there's so many reasons he's THIS worked up about it. One of them being that if one of them is bringing home a WDC to Ferrari, it's sure as hell not going to be lewis, not when charles has poured his blood sweat and tears into the team.

the other being that while max is perfectly content letting water be under the bridge, as far as his eye injury, charles is not, and he is very capable of holding a grudge.

and then he refuses to be the only one being possessive there, so it's really just too easy to slide carlos into the conversation, because it turns max into an animal every time, and it works, every time.

max is actually perfectly happy to spend bonding time with GP, the real convincing was the waders, which only happened because GP made a sad face at him irl. He's a clever man. (max actually took a picture with GP's fish and sent that one to charles 😭)

Max uni arc!!!

(I am at 3k for chapter four and am maybe 15% through with everything I wanted to write so I'm a little bit concerned that this chapter is going to be a complete monster.)

[demigodsanswer]

I’m going to thrice you, again, prompt idea: in Princess AU- the conversation on the beach in Greece if the *right* brother had been there.

I am addicted to alt-versions of my own fic universes. Guess we'll call this one "Found You First" They're younger, so they aren't as good at flirting yet.

~

She hadn't seen Percy in a little over a year. The last time they'd crossed paths, he was holding up Yale's Mock Trial National's first place trophy, while Annabeth fumed about Harvard's meager fifth place, even if she had come out with her own attorney award.

It was hard to hold onto that grudge now, though. When they were on opposite sides of a Mock rivalry (mock as in "trial," the rivalry was very real), he really was handsome, tan with dark hair and very pretty green eyes.

Percy bowed his head towards her, and then held out his hand. It was the first time he'd ever bowed to her. "Lovely to see you again, Princess," he said.

Annabeth took his hand, expecting him to shake it, but he simply kissed it. Annabeth's stomach did a little flip flop, and she was glad she'd agreed to this trip after all.

~

"Riley Winter was obviously the worst one!" Annabeth said. It took all of four minutes alone on the beach for them to start arguing about Mock Trial witnesses.

"Mickey Keenan was way more annoying than him! He was an incompetent cop who obviously entrapped someone," Percy said. "I was so happy when they killed him off for nationals."

"Too bad you lost to Miami that year," Annabeth said.

"Too bad you didn't have the chance to win," Percy said back. Annabeth kicked sand at him.

"Are you in law school?" Annabeth asked.

"Oh, absolutely not. Not cut out for the LSAT, let alone the Bar. I'm doing a masters at Yale," he said, as if that was somehow less impressive than law school.

"Oh? In what?" Annabeth asked.

"Classics. I'm thinking about applying for a Ph.D., but I'm not sure. I'm a bit burnt out at the moment," he said, slumping back in his beach chair for dramatic effect.

Annabeth nodded sympathetically. "Classics is cool, though."

"I'm excited to be in Greece and actually see some of the things I write about," Percy said.

"My dad and I are getting a private tour of the Parthenon this week, if you want to join us," Annabeth offered. "Maybe you could teach us something."

Percy was smiling, really smiling, and excited boyish grin. "Really? Would that be okay?"

Annabeth smiled back. "Sure," she said. She needed to get married, and people were starting to worry she had no real interest in men. Taking Percy, a man she was absolutely interested in, on a trip to the Parthenon might help her in a few different ways.

Percy looked like he was about to say something, but then paused. "Your shoulders are pink," he said. "Want me to get them?"

Annabeth nodded. A nice excuse for some contact.

As Percy rubbed the sunscreen onto her shoulders, chest, and back (both politely trying to ignore how incredibly intimate it was), she asked: "Are you single?" Annabeth couldn't remember seeing any women on his Instagram lately, but maybe he kept those things private.

"I am," Percy said. "I did get out of a relationship a few months ago, though. I'm mostly over it."

"Was it mutual?" She asked.

Percy shrugged. "Hard to say."

"So you got your heart broken?" She deduced.

Percy almost laughed. "A little bit."

"What was her name?"

"Frank," Percy said without hesitation, before looking up and meeting her eyes, assessing her for fear, confusion, or disgust.

Annabeth just nodded. "I'm sorry to hear about that. It sounds like he meant a lot to you."

Percy nodded, a sad look in his eyes. "Yeah," and then he squirted more sunscreen in the other hand, and started on her other shoulder. "I'm not here to use you as a beard, though. I am bisexual, if you ... believe in that sort of thing."

"Be a bit of a raging hypocrisy if I didn't," Annabeth said. Percy's eyes snapped to her face, and she just shrugged and nodded. "I had my own devastating gay break up our senior year. I thought I was going to have to go to the hospital," Annabeth said with a laugh.

"Can I guess who it was?" Percy said, finishing with the sunscreen and sitting back in the sand in front of her. Annabeth stretched a leg out, and Percy started reapply sunscreen to that as well.

"Sure," Annabeth said.

"Tristan McLean's daughter?" He said.

Annabeth laughed. "God, were we that conspicuous?"

"Probably not to straight people," Percy said, "I'm sure to them, you guys looked like very good friends."

~

Before long, it was clear that Annabeth simply could not be in the sun for long without roasting, so Percy suggested they go to the shaded bar up by the resort itself, but still close to the sand. Annabeth had accepted his offer graciously.

Percy covertly texted his cousin while Annabeth used the restroom.

Percy

from your pov, how soon is too soon to kiss the crown princess of a sovereign country

Thals

Well if it's you kissing me, any time would be too soon. if it's the swedish girl. idk go for it if she seems into it

Percy waited a full fifteen minutes after she came back to up the touchy flirting, and Annabeth leaned into it, touching his thigh under the bar and tossing her hair over her (lightly pink) shoulders. Two glasses of wine each later, and their faces were tantalizingly close together.

Annabeth kissed him first in the end, closing the distance between them with a sure and steady kiss that was sophisticated and contained, but did linger.

"So, I guess our rivalry ends here?" Percy suggested.

Annabeth smiled. "Guess so."

~

Thankfully, when her father found her, she was no longer kissing Percy. They'd gone on from their first kiss to their second to their third in record time, before deciding to go somewhere more private.

But it was on their walk to this more private place that they found her dad.

Percy sobered up and remembered his manners right away. Her father hadn't been there for his and hers initial introduction, but Percy carried out the expected protocol flawlessly. Annabeth could have swooned.

"Nice to meet you son. Ambritt, would you like to get dinner?" Her father asked her.

"Oh, sure," Annabeth said, "Percy and I were about to find something to eat ourselves," she said, hoping that didn't read an innuendo, even though it certainly was.

"Ah, well, Percy, you're welcome to join us," her dad offered.

Percy nodded. "I'd be honored, your majesty."

"Oh, please don't bother with all of that, unless you'd like me to start calling you Don Percy," her dad said.

Percy laughed. "Certainly not. But I should change before we go anywhere."

"Me too," Annabeth said.

"Alright, you two head up. I'll make arrangements with Hugo. Do you eat fish?" Her dad asked Percy.

"Sure do," Percy said, before looking at Annabeth, his glance telling her that was also innuendo.

They stepped into the elevator together.

"I forgot your real name was Ambritt," Percy said.

"Sure is. What's 'Percy' in Spanish?" Annabeth asked.

"Perseo, but that's actually one of my middle names. My first name is Pedro," he told her.

"Oh, you are not a Pedro," Annabeth said, taking his hand as the door opened to her floor.

"I agree," he said as she unlocked her hotel room door. "Should I leave you to get ready?"

"In five," she reached between his legs, and her eyes went a bit wide as she realized the size of it, even soft, "maybe ten minutes."

[celticcrossanon]

Hi Celta,

Thank you for expressing how you truly feel about Camilla. I’m glad that she’s being revealed for the person she is.

I got into a disagreement with a tarot reader on here because I called out her bias against the Wales. Her opinion was that William and Catherine were destroying the monarchy because they’re lazy, don’t want to work, are on ego trips against the King, especially Catherine all of last year, and they don’t want to take on assignments as ordered (which I suspect has a lot to do with reconciling with Harry, and bringing him back into the fold). She wanted to nitpick every decision and ongoing project the Wales have, and every single one was baaaaaad and destructive. All of this amid the worst health crisis they are facing, I thought it was highly unfair.

I challenged her to look at Charles as POW and asked what HIS plans were for the monarchy at William’s age (42), when he was newly married to Diana. Besides playing hide the sausage with Camilla at her sisters estate, ruminating about plants and architecture, I’m not aware of what his long term plans for the monarchy were. His decisions about the Duchy of Cornwall I’m sure were based on solid financial advice given to him by the best advisors. He’s had the better part of fifty years for his Princes Trust and Duchy to gain value on the stock exchange. What were his future plans for continuation of the monarchy really?? She got angry with me, and instead of answering the question, she blocked me, and called me a Wales worshipper and being delusional about William and Catherine.

Here we are in 2025, Charles is King and things are falling apart. It seems to me no one was asking Charles the same hard questions being asked of William. There was no accountability then and throughout Charles’ life, yet some people ( I strongly suspect Sussex sugars) are turning the screws on William and demanding the accountability they never asked of Charles. All of this to say, if you can turn back time, can you look at Charles when he was William’s age now, and ask what were his plans for the long lived continuation of his line?? It seems that’s the point of the monarchy, and Charles seemed only into having the best time, and not on thoughts of future. The future has now arrived with a bang, and now Charles seemed only to be interested in status quo. If you fail to prepare, prepare to fail.

I wish only the very best for the Wales, they have their work cut out.

Hi AnonymousRetired,

I think my main gripe with Queen Camilla is that for me, she is not acting like a queen. All the gloating and self glorifying PR is not what a Queen does, at any time, in public, and neither is showing disrespect for the country's main religion, the one of which her husband is head. It's just wrong, and it rubs me the wrong way, and then I get blunt in my assessments as I'm too irritated to be charitable.

I know a lot of people like Queen Camilla, and I am glad that she has supporters. I don't blame people for liking her. I wish I could - I wish I still had the grudging respect that I had for her before she opened her mouth and showed what she was really like - but I can't, and that is all there is too it. I wish her supporters well but I can no longer be one of them.

Some royal watchers are biased against the Prince and Princess of Wales. I have noticed that. There is no point in arguing with them as they are not open to reason or logic in that area.

They have built up their own community and their place in that community by abusing and bullying The Prince and Princess of Wales, and they are not going to change now. Part of that abuse is holding one standard for the King and Queen that is filled with excuses for their behaviour, and another, much higher standard for The Prince and Princess of Wales, where everything they do is torn apart and criticised to the nth degree, especially if there was nothing wrong with it in the first place.

What those royal watchers say about others is what they are guilty of themselves - their comments are projections of their own behaviour.

I ignore them, as what they say is of no interest to me. IMO their comments are driven by dislike, if not hatred, and/or intense envy and jealousy, and I see no reason to engage with that.

Other royal watchers prefer to focus on The King and Queen, and that is fine. I have no issue with that at all. Everyone can follow their own interests on their own blog, and others can engage or not as they wish. There is always the option of scrolling by if you don't like what another person says.

As for accountability, that I think goes back to the media. They were fine letting King Charles do whatever he wanted and covering his activities in various ways, and the closer it got to the time King Charles would ascend the throne, the more flattering their coverage became. On the other hand, the media have a definite bias and against and, in some cases, hated for Prince William and Princess Catherine, because the two of them do not play the media's games, and the media takes it out on the couple in their coverage, including holding Prince William responsible for things that were never his responsibility in the first place and comparing him unfavourably to his father. Certain royal watchers have picked up on this trend and they follow it and apply it to everything done by Prince William and his wife.

Your arguments about comparing The King to his heir make very good points. My own preference is not to compare the two but to judge each one on their own merits. So far Prince William is winning in my eyes, but that could be my bias showing (every time I think King Charles has shown that he can be a good king he stuffs it up in some way, most recently by shoving Camilla down my throat).

[luneengene2]

Still the Same Feeling

• Celebrity!Rich!Jo x Fem!Readers

• Warnings : Sex, angst content, grammar error (Sorry, I'm too lazy to write warnings)

In the past, you left him because he was poor and could not meet your standard of living as the only daughter of a great businessman. You left him like a useless piece of trash. You used to date him because you thought he was handsome and an outstanding student in sports during school. However, slowly you get bored because he can never obey everything you want. Sometimes, you are often teased by your friends just because you are dating a poor man.

But in every life, the wheel must turn. You never thought you could fall this hard. Your father died of a heart attack, and the business that was supposed to be inherited by you was instead taken over by the partner who betrayed your father. You and your mother fell into poverty towards the end of your college years.

It's also hard for you to get a job, for almost half a year you and your mother have been relying on reserve savings which fortunately are still enough for daily food. But of course, those savings will dwindle. As a result, you have no choice but to get a job as soon as possible. In addition, your mother needs medicine for her body which is also starting to become frail.

While you were at the bottom, Jo was at the peak of his career. He became a famous basketball player who has quite a lot of wealth. He even opened a famous sports business that is spread throughout Japan. He is truly very successful and has abundant wealth.

And now here you are, being looked down upon by the man you dumped just because he was poor. Asakura Jo. The man hired you to make you his 'toy' for one night. It seems he has a big grudge against you. He felt satisfied seeing that you were now a woman who worked as a stripper in a high-class nightclub. The girl who used to always hold her chin high, now has to lower her head in shame. With a disgusting job too.

"Karma is real, Y/N. It's unfortunate that you ended up in a place like this," He said as he circled your body. Giving you a mocking look.

"How does it feel to have a hard life like that? Not choosing friends and everyone leaving you, it hurts?" He asked while playing with your hair, he mocked you. Seemingly satisfied that he got the chance to belittle you.

You clenched your fists, trying to keep yourself from crying because of the taunts and insults he threw at you. He was right, this was karma for you because you used to look down on him just because he was poor. And now, he can pay for your pride with his abundant money.

"It seems you understand your position, not answering what the 'master' said. Alright then, you're a professional after all," Jo suddenly pushed you onto the bed, he unzipped his pants and climbed onto the bed with the red sheets. You already know, this is one of the consequences of working as a stripper. Fucked by customers but at a much higher cost.

You tried to stay calm, even though your tears were already trying to rebel and come out. You had guessed, Jo would definitely play rough with you. He still remembered what you had done to him. And it really hurts.

Jo pulled the panties you were wearing to the side, he would only use your pussy for his satisfaction after being tired of meeting his fans. He just needed an outlet to relieve his stress.

His fingers stroked your pussy, chuckling like a psychopath. "Ah let's see, how this pussy is the same as before or not, before I was the only one who could feel this pussy. And now I'm not sure I'm the only one who can feel it, you've become a bitch," You closed your eyes at his words. He didn't know that he was the first person to have sex with you while you were working as a stripper at that club.

Jo didn't put a condom on his cock, he didn't care about that. In one thrust, his cock filled your pussy. Making you groan loudly because of the pain, Plus he didn't warm up, so your pussy, which is still dry, will definitely hurt.

"Fuck!" Jo growled, moving his cock in and out at a pace that he thought would be very pleasurable. Over time, your pussy gets wet and starts clenching his cock over and over again. You're not being a hypocrite, this is good. Because you haven't felt something like this for a long time.

You see him looking up, so sexy and hot. Mouth open, sweat dripping down his neck and his top was in a mess. Jo lowered his gaze to you, your eyes and his locked, unable to look away from each other like glue.

The longer your eyes stared at him, unknowingly tears flowed from your eyes. Guilt and shame also mixed inside you. You treated him like trash, and now he's paying you back for what you did to him.

"I'm gon-gonna cum," Jo moved quickly until his cock hit your sensitive area which immediately made you moan pornographically and soon after, you were squirting heavily until it rose like a fountain.

Jo grinds his hips into you, emptying his balls inside your pussy. Making you reflexively milk his cock as well. His limp self immediately collapsed on top of your body. You could feel his chest rising and falling irregularly from the effects of his cum.

Your hands hesitate to hug him, honestly, you really miss a sincere and loving hug from him. And stupidly, in the past you threw that hug away just because he couldn't meet your standards of living. You should be able to accompany him to struggle from zero, but you don't have that kind of patience. Plus, your friends make fun of you for dating a guy whose status is lower than yours.

Jo released his cock from your pussy, he immediately stood up from the bed. Not caring that you looked quite weak after that hot activity. He opened his wallet and threw a very thick wad of bills at you carelessly. "I think that's enough to pay for a whore like you," He put on his expensive clothes again and immediately left the VIP room as if nothing had happened.

When the door closed, you immediately burst into tears, the tightness in your chest making you suffer even more. You squeezed the money he had just thrown at you tightly.

But you are aware enough, you are aware that this is indeed the karma you get for hurting someone who has sincerely loved you. Asakura Jo proves that he can reach the pinnacle of his life. Proving to the girl he 'once' loved that he could have sharp wealth.

// Ten Years Later //

Jo pulled the coat he was wearing closer because the cold was piercing his body. In fact, the AC in his car was turned off. He looked out the windows , it was raining quite heavily pouring down on Tokyo this evening.

Due to the heavy rain, the road to his house was very congested, because many trees had fallen on the road. Jo's personal driver decided to take a shortcut, even though it was quiet but it would get them there faster.

However, when passing an old building, suddenly two men in black jackets and masks blocked Jo's car, causing the driver to brake suddenly. Jo immediately panicked. He immediately contacted his men, signaling that he was in danger.

The two men in jackets forced open Jo's car door, they even hit the door handle so hard that it broke. Jo and the driver were pulled out and thrown out of the car.

"Damn dogs! Go before you end up here!" Jo bravely stood up, his emotions were so great. Not caring about the danger he would receive if he fought these two people who were definitely robbers. Jo pointed the folding knife in his trouser pocket at the two robbers.

"Choosing to fight first? Ah, I also want to see what this Celebrity is capable of," One of them made a sound and immediately attacked Jo at the same time. Jo is thankful that he studied karate before, so he can do this fight.

In a few kicks or punches, Jo managed to take down the two robbers easily. His breath was short from being attacked so crazily. He approached one of the robbers who was lying with a bloody mouth from being kicked by him.

"At least try hard if you're poor, don't rob, you idiot!" Jo hit the robber's head, grinning and taunting him with his heavy breath.

"MR ASAKURA WATCH OUT!" Suddenly, Jo's driver screamed hysterically. Making Jo immediately look back. Jo stared in shock as the robber who had also fallen pointed a gun at his head and was about to pull the trigger in a few seconds.

TAK! BUGH!

Jo was shocked when the gun suddenly flew into the air because someone kicked the robber's hand. Not only that, the robber immediately collapsed on top of his friend because he was hit on the head. Hitting him with a brick too, that must really hurt.

Jo turned to look at the person who had successfully knocked down one of the robbers. A woman in a cream-colored coat and already soaked. A beautiful woman he knew very well. The beautiful woman he last met ten years ago. The woman who was his ex-lover.

"Y/N," Jo stood up from his squatting position, his face even more shocked when he saw the woman who once filled his heart. You wiped the water that was wetting your face, letting out a harsh breath.

"Are you okay, Mr. Asakura?” You asked, Jo immediately nodded. Not believing that you and him could meet again after ten years of not seeing each other.

Jo looked at your face, so pale and looked very tired. Your eyes even had dark circles. Your lips didn't even have a normal color. However, your beauty does not fade. Your face was still the same as the last time he saw you when you and he were both twenty years old.

Jo's men came with a total of three cars. They even thought you were the one who wanted to harm their master, because you were holding a brick.

Instead, they immediately grabbed you and held your arm tightly before Jo said that you were not the criminal.

"Let go-"

"MAMA!" A little girl's voice made everyone look back. The little girl who was wearing an elementary school uniform and a large bag, her umbrella was left behind. As a result, she got soaked.

The little girl pushed the person who was trying to arrest you. "Let go of my mother, she's not a bad person!" The girl hugged you tightly, her eyes showing that she was about to cry. Yes, she was your daughter, your beloved daughter.

Jo noticed who the girl was. Her body was almost half yours, quite tall for an elementary school student. Jo also noticed how the girl looked, and he found something that successfully made his heart feel like it was being pinched as hard as possible.

"It's okay, my sweet. They won't catch Mama." You hugged his body which was soaked because her umbrella had fallen earlier.

"Let's go,"

"Stop!" Jo suddenly snapped, causing you and your daughter to jump in surprise and stop in your tracks. His tall body approached the two of you with a horrified and tense face.

"Who is this girl?” Jo asked, holding your hand to stop you from leaving. He needed a clearer explanation. You tried to stay calm, turning your face away.

"She is my daughter,"

"Who is the father?”

You fell silent, slapping his hand away and not wanting to answer that sensitive question. "Ami, let's go home, honey," you smiled at your daughter, immediately pulling her away from Jo. But you were slower, Jo was the first to block you.

"Who is the father of this girl?!" Jo insisted, he felt that Ami was his. His daughter with you. Facial features couldn't lie, Ami looked like him. Ami looked at the man in front of her while hugging her mother's waist tightly.

"That's none of your business, Mr. Asakura. This girl has nothing to do with you," you said flatly, but that only made Jo even more convinced that you were lying to him.

"It would be none of my business if this girl was my daughter,"

"She's not your daughter! She's my daughter, and only my daughter! Do you understand?!" You pulled your daughter back to walk away from Jo, but unfortunately, suddenly your head felt dizzy. You felt your body was very weak.

BRUK!

Your daughter screamed in shock as you suddenly collapsed, unconscious in front of her. Jo quickly ran over to your body that was lying on the ground.

"Mama! Mama wake up! Ma!" Ami shook your body hard, she cried in panic seeing her mother suddenly unconscious. Jo knelt down, without further ado he immediately lifted you into his arms, " Jo put you in the car then turned to Ami, he smiled at the girl. Rubbing her head lovingly. "Come with me, I will make your mother wake up from her fainting,"

///

Jo stared blankly at you lying unconscious on his bed. His personal doctor had checked your condition. He said that you are malnourished and have not been eating enough. As a result, your body can be this weak.

His long fingers touched your thin face that was very pale and looked tired. Even when you were unconscious like this, your tired face did not disappear.

The girl who used to live with extraordinary abundance, has now become a woman whose life is full of great struggles to the point that her body is malnourished like this. Also finance her child's life.

Jo felt like hitting himself. He felt guilty, so guilty for ever making a part of you that was already broken even more. His ego made him that sadistic towards you ten years ago. His ego won over his true feelings. The real feeling, the feeling that he still has the same feelings for you. He still loves you, very much.

Seeing you fall, he should have been able to help you. But he chose to follow his ego because he is now at the top.

"I now understand why you broke up with me at that time. I should have understood that, not made you suffer more. I should have understood, you were just afraid of living like this if you married a poor man like me. I should have understood, you were just afraid," Jo closed his eyes, tears began to flow freely from his eyelids. He regretted, so much that he didn't try to reach out to you again.

Slowly, your eyes opened. You looked around you, a luxurious room with expensive ornaments immediately entered your eyes. You looked towards where Jo was standing, And that reflex makes you want to get up from your sleeping position.

"No, no, no, Y/N! Go back to your sleeping position," Jo held your body from getting up from your position. Your limp body certainly couldn't fight back.

You stared at him, still in shock that he had suddenly become like this. "Why am I here? Where is this? Where is my daughter?” You asked in a hoarse voice, struggling to speak. Jo smiled faintly, he reached for your hand, holding your arm gently.

"You are now at your home, our daughter is drinking hot chocolate," his voice trembled, holding back tears. His words certainly confused you.

"My home?"

"Yes, this is your home, your home and our daughter's,"

"Jo-"

"Forgive me, please," until finally, Jo burst into tears which of course immediately shocked you again because he suddenly apologized. "Please forgive me, forgive me that I can't understand your condition. I'm sorry for being such a jerk, Y/N please, please forgive me. I was really mean to you. I'm too evil that you don't give me the right to know about Ami," Jo kissed your hand repeatedly, his breath short. He was too gentle, he was the one who apologized, even though you had thrown him away like trash.

"Jo no, why are you apologizing. The villain here is me. I hurt you, threw you-"

"No, Y/N. I'm the bad guy here, I got you pregnant, I knew that the first time I saw Ami. Then leaving you with only enough money to eat, for God's sake, the real villain is me, Y/N," Jo lowered his head, burying his head right next to your pillow, sobbing, with his hands still holding you tightly.

"Jo, stop it. Don't apolo-"

"If I had known about Ami earlier, I wouldn't have let her life be full of hardships like I was, Y/N. She doesn't need to live in poverty." Even though you haven't said whether Ami is his daughter or not, Jo is sure that the little girl who calls you 'mom' is indeed his daughter.

"Why are you so sure that Ami is your daughter? I haven't confirmed it," you looked at him with a deep gaze. There was no trace of deceit in his eyes.

"She looks like me, a female version of me. Physical resemblance can't make you lie that girl is my daughter," Jo said with a thin smile. Seeing Ami was indeed the female version of himself. The girl was even very beautiful, tall like her father, and looked gentle.

"MAMA!" Ami entered your room with a maid running after her. Ami seemed to ignore Jo, she immediately climbed onto the bed and hugged you. "Mam, are you okay? You won't leave me, right?" Ami asked with teary eyes, you could only smile, kissing her forehead softly. Slowly, you let go of her embrace, you cupped her face and wiped away her tears.

"My dear daughter, no one will leave you. Mommy will not leave you, mommy will always be by your side," You smiled warmly at your daughter, assuring her that no one would leave her. When she cried like this, you saw a side of Jo who used to be very gentle before revenge 'attacked' him.

You stroked her head, your eyes returning to the man who was standing as Ami came to hug you. You smiled faintly at Jo, slowly turning Ami's body towards Jo. "Princess, this is your father," Ami stared at Jo closely, observing every detail of Jo from top to bottom.

"Don't you want to say hello? This is the person I often tell you about, your gentle and loving father," Jo felt like bursting into tears again when you actually gave your daughter a good impression of him. In fact, he had previously made your life even more ruined, aka made you pregnant without any clear accountability.

Slowly, Ami got up from her sitting position, approaching Jo who was standing. The girl was already ten years old, of course she already understood what was happening around her. The age where you will soon be a teenager.

If Jo wasn't strong, he might have fainted from seeing his daughter he never knew for the first time. When he saw Ami, Jo was like looking in a mirror. A very beautiful duplicate of himself.

Not only that, Jo also saw a lot of suffering from the girl. If only, if only Jo had not done something stupid, Ami would have lived like a princess, not in misery.

"Papa," Ami stared at Jo with a sad gaze, tears began to flow down from the girl. Her body froze, not believing that she had now met her father. His father, who his mother described as a gentle man.

Jo was emotional. He burst into tears and immediately lifted Ami's body into his arms. Hugging his daughter tightly for the first time. His heart ached and was filled with great regret.

[fawningoveradream]

hey for my fellow webkinz lovers here on tumblr. What's your webkinz "white whale"? Like the webkinz that got away, or a webkinz you've always wanted but could never find it being sold near you as a kid, or a particular webkinz your parents told you that they wouldn't buy for price or any particular reason?

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

GP telling Max that he's generally far too good to people on track. Not for the first time, I think that Max is far too good to people in general.

[raindropren]

I've realized that everyone's second season and onwards, there is constant talk of "nothing carrying over" and you can tell everyone kinda thinks that everyone else should forget who they were last season.

y'know, other then them. everyone has sorta been very, "Don't hold a grudge against me for past seasons! it's a totally different season!" and then they turn around and talk about their grudge towards a different person because of a PAST SEASON.

i love it. everyones alittle hypocritical!

[nevertheless-moving]

If moash had told kalidan about his beef with the king book 1 then none of the rest of that shit would have happened because kalidan wouldn't have sworn to protect elokhar

I mean it's probably for the best because wow genuinely it would have derailed the entire plot of the series like

Kalidan: my men and I vow to protect you and your sons with our lives

Dalinar: and my nephew, the king

Kaldan: and your niece when she arrives

Dalinar: any my nephew

Kalidan: and the kings mother

Dalinar: and you will protect The KING

Kalidan:

Dalinar:

Kalidan:

[tvckerwash]

wash tormenting the reds in the most petty ways possible because he's still pissed off about them hitting him with a car and then blowing him up in s8 is so important to me you don't even understand

[beanghostprincess]

Niji: Well, yes, I guess you're right. I don't have sob stories like all of you. I could sit here and complain how our mom liked Sanji more than me, but I don't really care. My own mother thought I was a monster... She was right, of course, but it still hurt.

[brick-van-dyke]

My dad, jokingly: "I'm badman"

Me: "haha sure" (not thinking he's anything like batman)

My dad: *left/ separated from my mum when I was a teen, started a GTA gang that helps bullied kids, ended up emotionally adopting like 8 kids and helped them through bullying, suicide, abuse, etc.*

Me: *was hurt by an abuser and had to deal with said abuser being forgiven by family around me*

Me: *gets into Batman lore*

Me: ...

"Wait a second..."

[aihaloos]

Mwahahahaha my first real fic and of course it has to be Tsukasa angst and contain mafukasa drama.

(Note: If you want context for the scene attached read the tags)

I'm clearly overcompensating for the lack of Tsukasa angst in canon but leave me be okay. SEGA neglects Tsukasa like his parents. I can do what I want. And of course, I'm a sucker for happy endings. I won't nake it end on horrible note.

And I'll try to make it good quality I promise. English isn't my first language [cry] but I'm most comfortable with it and people have told me I'm pretty fluent so hopefully it won't be full of shit...

(Hopefully I've also grown past my wattpad fanfic writer tendencies (I love people on wattpad but a lot of fics there that features x reader would just copy and paste the script, add a bit of description, rewrite tiny bits (aka write the characters fall in love at first sight), and leave it like that. (Or maybe that's twst/kny/mha exclusive... I don't know.) (Granted I do still have some scenes like that because it is a "rewrite" of the main story, but I won't copy n paste the entire thing I swear) Don't get me wrong I still love those fics, they have their charm, but I know I shouldn't be that repetitive.). I still have them, and I'm trying to shake them off...)

[anon-unofficial]

hey so. um. i was told that lmk didn't have any pain. and. haha. haha. haHa...what the f

[rotisseries]

cait and vi both could've been worse and more dramatic during and about the breakup I think

[palaceoftears]

What did consort Shu even see in him? Like I do get the teenage crush part, but then in the harem he never treated her with genuine care untill he felt bad for his own doing. Don't get me wrong, I felt awful for her and hated the emperor as always, but I still think her character was way too bland, like a Ruyi 2.0 but without all the things that make her a complex character, only with her loyalty to the emperor that in this case didn't even make sense. I think Yihuan was there to be an example of what the emperor is capable of doing because of his paranoia, and also to contrast Yanwan's opportunism with her devotion. It is funny though that the drama is showing you how Qianlong screws everyone and that being loyal to him changes nothing, but also romanticizes devotion all the time (I'm talking about all those scenes with Ruyi & Yihuan being refered as different from the others because they're the only ones that care for him). The madonna/whore complex may be a too western term to talk about this (and also I hate it when it's thrown around randomly for any comparison of two female characters) but there's definetly a patron of good girlies that genuinely love the emperor always being shown praying & charming him w their knowledge and the manipulative evil ones that use him for their own interests potrayed as seductive, sexually active (w this I mean they are the only ones whose sexual relations with the emperor are implied via more than just getting pregnant) and yearning for other men that don't love them.

[honetii]

fun trivia about me. in like early 2022 I accidentally overdosed on nyquil (didn't read the label, accidentally doubled up on a different medication that had the same active ingredient) and it was the only time I went to the ER bc I was like actively hallucinating and in the middle of a panic attack ect ect wasn't a fun time. but like a few months after this happened there started to pop up a bunch of memes about nyquil like there was lean and nyquil chicken and the hat man and I truly believed that this was the universe fucking with me. like some cosmic entity thought it was really funny that I suck at reading warning labels and decided to put nyquil forefront in the general cultural consciousness. I'm still not convinced this isn't true.