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Happy birthday anniversary

💍Pairing: heeseung x fem reader!💍

Warnings: fluff, break up, angst, cheating, cursing, crying, mentions of sex.

Note: I am so sorry this took so long to post. I really hope no one was waiting on it :(

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"Why were you out so late again?" Your dearest Boyfriend of two years said to you after you got in bed next to him.

It was two in the morning.

"I was just at the mall. Why do you ask?" He sighed.

"It's nothing. Just forget about it." He turned on his side, shutting off the night lamp.

You wrapped your arm around his waist, trying to cuddle next to him like you always did.

He grabbed your hand, moving it away from his waist.

"What's wrong, hee? No cuddles?" He always loved when you cuddled him, so you had no clue why he was rejecting you.

"I'm just hot." He replies in a dry tone. The temperature was the same as it always was.

Maybe you were exaggerating a bit, but you'd be lying if you said that your heart didn't hurt.

"Okay, goodnight, hee. I love you."

"Mhm." He replied.

Before you started to worry, you figured he was just tired. So you left him be, turning in the opposite direction of him, shutting off your nightlight.

It was four in the morning, and heeseung was still wide awake.

He turned around to look at you making sure you were asleep.

He got up from under the covers, walking over to your side of your bed.

He grabbed your phone, leafing through your recent contacts and messages. He noticed how much you were smiling at your phone lately and assumed you must have been talking to someone.

Neither of you had locks on your phones cause you both trusted each other.

Well, that was until you came home hours past your usual bedtime. Every night for the past month, which made him extremely paranoid and lonely.

At first, he didn't question it, but as time went on, he just couldn't help but think you were seeing someone else.

Why else would you come home from the "mall" empty-handed?

And more importantly, what fucking mall stays open that late?

And even more importantly, every day?

He figured you were lying. You had to be. And he had to find out why.

He continued scrolling through your phone until You started to stir in your sleep.

Before he could snoop any further, you had woken up.

"Hee? Where are you? Come back to bed, baby." you said with your tired voice, eyes still closed.

He quickly shut off your phone and went back to bed.

He wondered how you thought he would be stupid enough not to notice that you were clearly lying.

After seeing those messages, he decided if you came home late one more time, he would have to confront you about it.

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"Baby, I'm going out," you shouted from the living room.

He made an appearance, watching you getting ready to open the door.

"Again? Where are you off to now?" He said, a bit annoyed, you hadn't been spending any time with him lately, and he missed you.

A lot.

He recently bought a new game and wanted you to play it with him, but you were already gone before he even woke up.

Sometimes he'd even stay up late and wait for you to get back so you could both have dinner together, but you never showed, leaving him to eat by himself, and after a hard day's work, all he wanted is for you to cuddle him while you asked him about his day.

"Out." You answered simply, not wanting to spoil anything, you had a big mouth, and you weren't good at keeping secrets.

"Just out? Out where?"

"Just to the store" your palms started to sweat, and you shifted your eyes suspiciously.

"What time are you coming back home?"

You really had no idea. You were working on a huge surprise for his birthday, which also happened to be your guy's anniversary as well.

Flashback

You both met at a small convenience store he worked at.

You were struggling to reach the top shelf for an item when you felt someone come up behind you, and then you saw a large hand grabbing the said item for you.

You turned around to meet his eyes, and it was right then and there that you had fallen in love, call it cliche, but it was literally love at first sight.

The charming smile he gave you as you thanked him was something you knew you needed in your daily life.

So what did you do?

You went back.

Even though the drive was nearly an hour away…

It started out with a small conversation. About things you both had in common, Then you began giving him compliments, trying not so subtly to hint at the fact you liked him.

He seemed to reciprocate your advances, sneaking a few candy bars in your bags at the checkout, and soon he offered to pay for your groceries. It was his way of showing that he was interested as well.

Not long after that, he shyly asked if you wanted to stay for his lunch break, and after that, you visited him at his job and had lunch with him every single day.

The only problem was that it went on for months and months and many more grueling months.

You both knew you had feelings for one another. But neither of you knew how to say it.

You definitely knew he was too shy to make the first move.

So you decided to make it for him and yourself.

"So," you started out, picking at your fingers nervously. "We've known each other for 10 months."

"Yup," He nodded his head for you to continue.

"And we've been friends for 8 months," you gulped.

You had no idea where you were ever going to get the courage to ask him, But it felt like if it wasn't now, it would be never.

"Umm, yeah, where are you going with this exactly?" He chuckled nervously in front of you before taking a bite of his ramen. You both sat at the very convenience store where you first met.

"I don't know how to say this, but I'm just gonna say it."

His heart started pounding, and his stomach dropped.

His mind went to the worst-case scenario.

What if she doesn't want to be my friend anymore?

What if she's bored of me?

What if she- his thoughts were cut off by your next words.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" You quickly rushed out, heat rising to your cheeks. It wasn't the most romantic way to ask someone out, but he wasn't into all the fancy stuff.

"O-oh," He took a sharp exhale, raising his eyebrows slightly. Trying to process everything you just said. He was definitely not thinking you'd say anything like that.

You felt like your heart was going to explode from how fast it was beating.

You wanted to bury yourself alive. Each second that passed felt like an eternity.

If you had one wish, it would be to go back just a few minutes before you confessed to the very handsome boy sitting in front of you.

Maybe you spoke or thought rather too soon.

Cause just seconds later. He had the biggest smile on his face. His ears tinted a light shade of pink while he answered with the exact words you wanted to hear.

"I would love to be your boyfriend." He held your hand across the table. "I think this is the best birthday present I've ever gotten."

And from then on, the rest was history. You loved him so much you didn't know what to do. But you knew one thing, is that no matter what, you'd always do your best to show him just how much you loved him cause sometimes words are just simply not enough.

So you found yourself doing the most extravagant yet simplistic thing for his birthday and your guy's anniversary.

He had quit his job not long after you both got together.

He planned on moving in with you, and unfortunately, the convenience store wasn't so convenient anymore. It was at least a forty-five-minute drive away from your apartment.

He was sad to leave cause all the team members were like his family, and to an extent, they watched him grow up, but he knew he'd have to leave it behind sooner or later, so he closed that chapter of his life and started a new one with you where he knew he'd be even happier.

Everyone at the small corner store, including his manager, knew just how much you loved each other they watched you two go from strangers to friends to lovers.

Sometimes his manager gave him extra time on his breaks just so he could stay with you longer, and all the employees agreed you were the cutest couple ever.

They mentioned something along the lines of it being one of the greatest things they would ever witness. That's just how in love you both were with each other.

You were so in love that not only could everyone see it, they could feel it too.

You had contacted his manager, who was also the convenience store owner, not too long ago.

You asked if he could have the store closed on heeseung's birthday. You told him that you planned on having a special night and wanted it to be where you both met and had your first date together.

He happily agreed, and from then on, you met up with him to plan the event.

You remember the first date like yesterday.

Heeseung wanted to take you somewhere special for the first date, but he was busy with work and school, so he nervously asked if you would go on a date with him at lunch.

You being helplessly in love with him, Agreed instantly.

Was it the most expensive fancy restaurant in town?

Nope, it was the complete opposite.

But,

It was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you.

He set up the table where you both had lunch with a few white scentless candles cause that's all the store had. He picked out a single rose and put it inside of a half-empty water bottle with the wrapper torn off and a towel as a tablecloth.

He made the first meal you ever had together. Instant ramen.

"I know it's not much, but it's the best I could do" he sat across from you, his cheek resting in his palm, while he stared at you with that same smile as when you first asked him to be your Boyfriend.

You reached for his hand across the table. Returning his smile with tears welling in your eyes.

"Your best will always be the most to me." you rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb.

It was one of the greatest nights of your life, aside from your first meeting with him.

So, you wanted to replicate that night for his birthday and anniversary.

You were going out every night to make sure you got all of it exactly how you wanted it.

You tried to mimic everything from that night, so it took a lot of planning. And getting everyone back together proved rather difficult.

It was simple and yet so complicated cause you were planning on something even more special than just the scenery.

You were going to propose to him.

You made the first move initially. So why not take the first step into forever with him?

You know just how shy he is, and it would take him a lifetime to ask you because of it.

But you also know just how much he loves you. So there was no way he wouldn't say yes.

You started to worry a little when you'd stay out too long or you'd come home, and you could visibly see he was upset about your absence.

But, it was only just for one more day.

End of flashback

"Well, can you try being home at a decent hour, please?" You couldn't promise anything. This was the last day before his birthday, so everything just needed to be perfected.

"I'll try," you quickly left before you gave anything away.

He watched you walk out of the door. He pinched the bridge of his nose, followed by a loud sigh.

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You came back home at 11:47, thirteen more minutes before midnight.

You took your shoes off and tip-toed through the dark living room. The lights came on right before you could go to your bedroom.

Heeseung sat at the kitchen table across the living room of your small shared apartment.

"Hey, baby, why are you up so late?" You said nervously, hoping he hadn't already caught onto you.

"Funny, I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing up so late?"

"I was just out," He laughed bitterly.

"Y/n cut the act. I know you're seeing someone. I'm not as stupid as you think." In all the great time spent with him, this was the last thing you expected to ever hear leave his mouth.

You were shocked, to say the least.

"Hee, what are you talking about?" You made your way to him at the kitchen table.

"Save it. I saw your texts, "great! I'll see you then," and "I can't wait!" And what was the other one? Oh yeah!, "thanks so much for today, you're the best."

Those were the texts to his manager. You thanked him for closing the store and helping you set everything up.

"You went through my phone?" Your eyebrows creased together. He had never gone through your phone.

This time he laughed, but it was the most sarcastic laugh ever.

"You get caught cheating on me, and the best you have is I went through your phone. You know, I should have really known better. You and me, our relationship was just too good to be true."

"What are you talking about? I'm not cheating on you, baby, I swear," at this point, you were already bawling your eyes out.

"Don't you dare fucking call me that!" He slammed his fist on the table.

You flinched when you heard the loud bang of his fist coming in contact with the table.

"Can't believe I wasted my time with a cheating whore like you. For all you've put me through, I could have just found any random girl off the street, and that would have been better than you." He spat with so much venom in his voice.

Your knees felt weak, your tears wouldn't stop falling, and you had no idea what you could have ever done to deserve something like this.

You tried to grab his hand, but he quickly snatched it away.

"Don't you ever touch me again." He said in a warning tone.

"Hee, I swear, I'd never cheat on you. I love you too much." You wrapped your arms around his torso, trying to hug him.

He pushed your arms off of him.

"It's just so easy for you to lie, isn't it? I can't believe I didn't notice it sooner, but I'm glad I found out cause now I don't have to waste my time with you any more than I already have."

"I promise. Please, just believe me,"

"No. I should have never even believed you, to begin with."

The clock had just hit twelve in the morning, and it was his birthday and your guy's anniversary.

You reached down in your purse to grab the ring you were going to propose to him with, your hands trembling with each movement as you gripped the small suede box in your hand.

"Happy birthday" you opened the box showing him the ring.

He just stared at it blankly.

"I wasn't cheating on you. Those texts were to your old manager. I was planning on surprising you for your birthday. I was going to replicate our first date together" you smiled weakly at the thought of what could have been if he didn't think you were cheating on him.

You could see a look of shock on his face, but he tried so hard to play it off as nothing.

"This is the ring," you sniffed. “The ring I had planned to ask you to marry me with," your tears fell continuously. "But, I guess that won't happen now," you tried to smile at him.

You set his ring on the countertop.

And now, the shock was evident on his face.

You took a deep breath before wiping your tears.

You closed the small box, "I'll leave now, so I don't waste any more of your time" you went back to the door, put your shoes on, and walked out.

You don't even know how you managed to walk, let alone drive all the way to your parent's house.

As soon as you left, he grabbed the box, opening it with shaky hands.

There was a small note inside the box. You had planned on giving it to him to read before you popped the question.

"I love you more than anything in the whole world, I know I'm not very good at expressing my feelings for you, but I just want you to know that no matter what, I'll always be by your side and to prove that I'm going to ask," that was the last word in the note.

He was supposed to read it, and then when it cut off, he'd look up and see you there proposing to him.

It was supposed to be one of the best days of your lives, but it ended up being the worst.

He didn't even realize he was crying until the first few tear drops hit the paper, crinkling up your note.

He inspected the ring closely. He saw a huge oval-shaped diamond embedded in a silver band.

The few words you had engraved on the inside made tears flow endlessly from his eyes.

"Y/n and hee, forever and always" to anyone else, it would have sounded so simple, but it was the same wording that his team members put below a picture of you two on your first date.

They hung it up on the wall, so whenever you both came to visit, it would be a reminder of the very special night.

He felt sick, hurt, sad, and upset.

Sick because he had lost you.

Hurt because he hurt you.

Sad cause he made you cry.

Upset because he didn't trust you.

The pain in his chest was unbearable.

He was struggling to stabilize his breath in between sobs while he tapped the call button on his phone.

The first ring was torture.

The second ring was like a stab to his chest.

The last ring made him feel like he was taking his last breath.

"Y/n," he said as if you were still there, squeezing the box that carried his ring. "I'm so sorry,"

He said the words that he wanted to say to you, except he couldn't.

Cause you were gone, all because of him.

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You woke up to what might have been a hundred notifications, if not more, on your phone. They were all from him.

From heeseung, the love of your life.

Voice message after voice message, text after text. You listen to the first voice message.

"Y-y/n, where did you go? Please, come back." The second one.

"I'm so sorry for not believing you. Please, just let me explain."

The third one.

"I miss you. My chest hurts so much," When you heard how broken he sounded in the last one, you couldn't listen anymore.

So you read a few texts.

Or maybe it was a small novel.

"Baby,"

“Where are you?”

"Are you there?"

"I miss you so bad."

"I'm so sorry."

"Please come home."

"I just need to see you."

"I need to hear your voice again." there was still more. Another voice message popped up, and you decided to listen to it.

"In case we never see each other again, I would have said yes a million times, I would have said yes so loud the whole world could hear." his voice started to crack halfway through. "I would have said yes until I lost my voice, baby. I love you so much, please come back, please come home." 98+

You held your phone to your aching chest, tears staining your cheeks and pillow.

Deep down, you knew he was sorry, but it wasn't that easy to just forgive him for calling you a cheater and not believing you.

You decided to go with your gut feeling. There was no way you'd ever love anyone more than him.

You were at least going to let him explain, maybe not take him back, but to explain and maybe give him a second chance.

You got ready for the day and headed out to your apartment.

You knocked on the door.

No answer.

You knocked a little harder.

Heeseung was fast asleep. He had passed out at the kitchen table in the same spot as when you left.

He stirred from his sleep when he heard the third knock, this time loud and clear.

He jumped from his chair, opening the door as quickly as possible.

It was you.

His baby.

He looked like a complete wreck. Out of the years you've been with him, you've never seen him like this.

Before you could do or say anything, he was holding you in the tightest hug ever.

He couldn't hold back his loud sobs and shaky breaths even if he wanted to.

"I'm so sorry," he repeated while rubbing your back. "I should have known you'd never cheat on me. I'm sorry for not trusting you, I'm sorry for not believing you, and I'm sorry for calling you names. You're none of those things,"

You could only ask one question.

"Why?" He pulled back to look at your face. His cheeks were completely covered in his tears, nostrils flaring with each heavy breath he took.

"I-I was just hurt and upset that you weren't spending time with me anymore, and you came home late a-a-and" before he could finish, he broke down again.

You could see him frown before hugging you again. A few seconds later, he started to hyperventilate. He was still trying to talk and explain, but you couldn't make out a word of it cause he was crying so hard.

You had to hug him back. It hurt so much to see him like this.

You stroked his back to soothe him.

But that still didn't work. His breaths were so out of control that it started to worry you.

You walked further into the apartment, sitting with him on the sofa, hugging him tightly.

"Hee, baby, it's okay, I understand" after all, you did come up with the trashiest excuses a person could possibly make.

Was it a reason to accuse you of cheating?

Definitely not, But you understood him.

His cries finally started to die down. Soft hiccups could be heard in the silent apartment.

You gently rubbed his back, slowly rocking him back and forth.

His heart beat now at a much more steady rhythm. But his breath was still pretty shaky.

"I didn't mean any of it. You could never be a waste of time to me. If anything, the time I spent without you was a waste." He leaned back, looking deep into your eyes. His eyes shifted to your lips, and he didn't think twice before kissing you. It was the softest, sweetest, most delicate kiss ever.

He rested his forehead against yours with his eyes closed, "y/n, please, please, forgive me."

You gave him your answer without a second thought.

"I forgive you, but baby, next time something is bothering you, just talk to me, okay?"

He nodded. "Thank you. I promise I'll never hurt you ever again." You pecked his lips, smiling for the first time since you came back.

"It's still your birthday, you know. I'm sure everyone is waiting for us at the store,"

You didn't cancel when you left cause, one, it was too late, and two, you kinda forgot about it after the whole argument.

"Really?!" He said excitedly, already looking so much brighter compared to when you first came.

"Really, baby, now go get dressed," he pecked you all over the face before rushing to get ready.

He got ready and picked his outfit. He felt his heart beating just like when you asked him to be yours.

He was nervous, but the good kind of nervous.

He came back out, and he looked absolutely stunning. He wore a white button-up and slacks, it wasn't too much, and it wasn't too little, it was perfect, just like him.

"My baby looks so handsome."

He looks down at his feet, blushing slightly. "Thank you," he mutters cutely.

"Ready?" You asked, lacing your fingers with his. He nodded, a small smile on his lips.

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Once you arrived, heeseung took in the sight before him, and all of the memories instantly came rushing back.

His eyes flashed from you to the table where he saw a single rose in a plastic water bottle with the label torn off, the same exact white scentless candles. And a towel as a tablecloth.

He didn't want to cry. He had already done so much of it already.

But the fact you did all this just for him was enough for a few tears to fall.

You wiped them from his face immediately.

"Don't cry, baby," you kissed his cheek.

"Don't worry. These are happy tears." He smiled against your lips before kissing you. "Thank you for all this. I'm so grateful to have you."

"Anything for you." You walked to the old table where you used to have lunch together, his co-workers acting as waiters pulling the chairs out for you both. And none other than his manager bringing your guy's favorite and the first meal you've ever had together.

Instant ramen.

You held heeseungs hand from across the table. After you both ate and talked about the first day you met and all the memories you shared with each other until now.

You pulled out the same box from last night.

"Where did you find that?" He asked curiously.

"You left it on the counter, baby," you stated the obvious, laughing softly.

"Oh, right," he chuckled.

"I'm sure you already know what's coming since you ruined the surprise," you jokingly said.

"I know, I'm so sorry if I had jus-" you cut him off.

He had his head hung low with a frown on his face. He was so close to crying again.

"Hey, Baby, look at me,"

He faced you, and his eyes were big and glossy.

You chuckled at his cute expression.

"The past is the past, okay?" He nodded his head, but you could still see the deep frown on his face.

"Baby, smile. You're about to be engaged," you grabbed his hand from across the table, feeling his clammy palms.

"As I said, I'm not good at expressing my feelings, but I just want you to know that I love you so much, so much that I want to spend every waking moment with you, and the only way I see to do that is by asking you the most important question ever,” you took one deep breath. "Will you marry me?" Your lips quivered slightly while you smiled at him.

He smiled that same smile you fell in love with years ago, the dim lighting from the candles making his tears visible.

"Yes,” he said almost as if he didn't understand what you were asking him, and then it hit him, "yes! Oh my goodness, yes!" You smiled, slipping the ring on his chubby finger.

You heard cheers from everyone and the loud popping of champagne bottles as they came to congratulate you both.

You and heeseung enjoyed nearly a whole bottle of champagne when you both heard a very familiar song and looked at each other.

It was the song.

The song that played on your first date together.

The same jazz instrumental that probably played a bit too many times in the one hour he went on lunch break.

He stood up. And reached for your hand.

"Dance with me?" He asked, his voice delicate and just above a whisper.

"Gladly," You flashed him your smile and joined him, standing up from your chair.

He rested his hands loosely around your waist.

"I really don't deserve you." He couldn't seem to take his mind off of last night, no matter how much he tried.

"Baby, I don't want to hear that from you again. We all make mistakes, okay?"

He sighed. "Not like that, though. I'm so embarrassed,"

"You want to know what's actually embarrassing?" You say in an attempt to make him forget about last night, and it seems to work.

"What?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, looking genuinely curious.

"That you haven't kissed me since we've been engaged."

His eyes widened immediately, a little gasp leaving his pouty lips.

"That is embarrassing" he laughed and closed the distance between you both, kissing you with his pillow soft lips, and you kissed him back lovingly.

You could hear more cheers erupt in the background, some shouting for you to get a room and others about having kids.

You both became flustered at the mention of having kids. And heeseung was the first to speak up.

He tapped his chin, pretending to think.

"Well, since you didn't get me a present," he leaned down and whispered in your ear, feeling a bit bold suddenly. "How about birthday sex?"

You slapped his chest playfully.

He laughed against your lips before capturing them in a kiss, the first of many kisses that would follow later that night.

"I love you, my baby," he says quietly.

"I love you too. Happy birthday, anniversary."

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The “98+” in that part is courtesy of my cat. she jumped on my laptop, but oddly it kinda fits with the story, so I kept it cause it was so adorable🥰

Also if anyone wants a nsfw version feel free to let me know

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So, King Boo in Days. Where to start.

When I started writing Days, I hadn't played a Luigi's Mansion game aside from a little bit of LM1 years ago before I got too scared to continue (it had ghosts!). I still liked making references here and there to the series, since it's half the reason for Luigi's characterisation being what it is these days. I've since picked up LM3 and had fun with it. Even if I don't have a proper handle on King Boo's character yet, I think I've got the rough idea.

However, my main issue with actually putting him in is that he's a final boss and I don't want to treat him as not a final boss. Equally, using him to make Luigi look tougher while weakening Bowser wasn't what I wanted to do to those characters either - any sort of curb stomp battle is not going to happen. King Boo needed to show up but not make too much of a mess because he's not part of the main plot; his appearance isn't the catalyst for Luigi and Bowser to change how they feel about each other. Trying to balance the weight of such an important character with the planned out state of the main relationship wasn't something I thought I could do justice.

That doesn't mean I don't have ideas for when he might have shown up :D

First off, somewhen around Day 24 could've been interesting. Adding him to the melting pot of Luigi in denial, Bowser coming to terms with liking Luigi more than Peach, and Peach being at the castle while trying to make plans to take back her kingdom. It would've been such a wonderful mess, but not one that I could ever have figured out how to write (especially given how long it took me to put Day 21 together). It would've derailed the plot and I would've had to have redone a lot of what I had already written for Day 27/30.

On the other hand, Day ~11 could've been very interesting. I have way more notes about how that might go down:

The scent of fresh welds mingled nostalgically with the dusty aroma of crumbled stone. Luigi hummed, satisfied with his work, as he fitted another length of pipe into place.

We open with Luigi fixing the pipework in the baths (Bowser broke some of it in Day 9 and Luigi wanted something to do while Junior was getting some lessons). The baths are also having their monthly clean out/scrub, so there's no risk of falling in boiling water or anything like that. Luigi's having polite chit-chat here and there with the cleaners until a Boo jumps out of nowhere and scares him.

Not knowing why a Boo is around, Luigi packs up his borrowed tools and heads off to ask someone what's going on (the cleaners don't know any better than him, also Luigi doesn't pick up that the Boo is similarly confused as to why Luigi is here). He tries asking a few people, but no one really knows. Eventually he reaches the throne room, where Bowser and King Boo are chatting about something. King Boo notices Luigi, tries to portraitify him, only to miss when Bowser yanks Luigi out the way with the contract warping.

Here's the tricky part, there needs to be an argument that doesn't significantly mess with the status quo. Something roughly like this:

Bowser: That's my prisoner. King Boo: That's my nemesis! [Bowser falters somewhat] Luigi: You kidnap Mario all the time, King Boo. Bowser [rallying]: Yeah, exactly! King Boo [lying through his teeth]: I would've handed him over after I'd gotten Luigi. Bowser [lying just as much]: I'll hand him over after I've gotten Mario out the way and married Peach. Luigi: ... yay.

After that, Luigi goes back to fixing the pipes, but with a guard watching him now (ostensibly to stop him escaping, he thinks it's just for show, Bowser's actually put the guard there to make sure there's at least a witness for anything King Boo might try). King Boo shows up to threaten him. During this, one of the cleaners/the guard refers to Luigi as 'Princess' (importantly this didn't happen during the previous confrontation) and King Boo finds the whole magical marriage contract hilarious. He laments that he ignored Bowser's wedding invite because it would've absolutely made his death to see Luigi get entangled in this mess.

I think it would be interesting from there to have a proper interaction between King Boo, Bowser, and Luigi. Highlighting why Bowser and King Boo are allies and don't mess with each other's plots. Possibly getting into a bit of what Bowser's marriage means on a larger political scale. Potentially touching on Luigi's fear of ghosts and him having to figure out how to explain it without insulting one or both of the kings.

But then I don't know! I don't feel like King Boo would just leave it at that. Maybe Bowser could work out a deal where King Boo helps him find something to break the contract (maybe he's the reason Bowser went looking in the Silicarid desert)? Though he wouldn't have done it for free and Bowser might have to deal with consequences shortly after letting Luigi go in Day 30 and I wouldn't want to leave that plot thread hanging (that's not going to stop Bowser from make the deal because he has never cared about potential consequences in his life).

Part of the problem is that around this time Luigi's starting to feel comfortable in the castle. Adding the vague threat of Boos showing up whenever they like is going to kneecap that. He's also still happy to make escape attempts and this could prompt one of those (which is another mess entirely that I'd want to do justice).

By this point, Bowser has definitely noticed that Luigi is his type, but hadn't reached the point of wanting a relationship rather than just sex. He's possessive anyway, so he's not going to give up his prisoner without a fight.

So, yeah. That's my King Boo in Days thoughts. Hopefully that ramble makes sense!

#bowuigi #days #this got long #ask

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cheer up ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ - geto

part 2 of the series - saving both me and you <3

summary : being a jujutsu sorcerer brought much attention to an individual. just as you found out that your ex used your title as a jujutsu sorcerer to become popular and cheats on you, geto was there by your side to comfort you, but most importantly, its because he loves you.

'' : fluff, can be read as a standalone

note : hii i know i said a day or 2 after posting part 1` but i was so busy and had to take some time to myself,, also part 1 wasn't doing well so i didn't know whether i should discontinue it but i felt a little bad if i dropped it being my first series that i made, so ill just finish it <3

< 2..55pm >

it was the afternoon after finishing another mission with geto, and the both of you were walking back to jujutsu high, hands cold from the milkshakes you both bought as a post-mission celebration.

it was 2 months after the break up with your ex, and although you missed him time to time, you had honestly never been better with geto by your side. he would take care of you, and stay by your side whenever you were having a breakdown, and you appreciated him for that. however, if you said that geto's actions didn't make you fall in love with him just the slightest bit, you would be lying.

"gojo, i have to ask you something."

geto sat himself across the chair which gojo was sitting on, playing a game on his phone.

"yeah, what is it?"

geto took a deep breath in, forming his words in his head before speaking.

"i like this girl, and i don't know what to do to make her like me."

gojo felt like geto had just dropped a bombshell on him. he stood up from his chair quickly, slamming his hands on the table, body leaning towards geto while he exclaimed,

"YOU LIKE A GIRL?? who's the mystery girl?? what do you need help with?? tell me tell me!"

with geto already knowing gojo's childishness to these situations, he had already expected the response. geto shushed him and told gojo to sit back down, in which he obeys obediently.

"i know i can trust you not to tell anyone when i say its y/n. i know she recently gone through a breakup, but she has improved a lot, and i hope that this can be my time to make a move. "

gojo listens attentively, nodding at everything geto said.

"well, isn't valentines day coming up soon? why not take her on a date then and confess?" gojo suggested, "give her a bouquet of chocolates ! i'm sure she'll love it."

geto shakes his head. although gojo's idea wasn't a bad one, he wasn't sure whether you liked him back, and wanted to know you more before he confessed.

" i can't just confess without doing anything to make her fall in love with me. your idea wasn't bad, but i just want to know her and make her like me before i confess." geto replied, his expressions showing an obvious thinking state.

"then...um... just help her in whatever she's doing! take her out on small hangouts, treat her to a few snacks, and make her feel loved !"

little did geto know....

you were hiding behind just one thin wall from them, heart fluttering upon hearing geto's confession and plans to make you fall in love with him.

what geto said was true. for the next few days leading up to valentines day, he had showered you with gifts and treats just like how he promised. you wanted to repay him somehow, but he always refused. you fell in love with him more and more, and you could see him fall harder too. he was your safe space, and you never wanted to leave him.

"y/n, are you free tomorrow?" geto asked, trying to hide his faint blush.

tomorrow was valentines day, and saying that you were excited was an understatement. you were more than excited, finally able to call him yours, and going on many dates with him. however, you had to hide your excitement until tomorrow, and replied casually,

"yeah, wanna hangout?"

you and geto sat at the balcony of a beautiful cafe, with many pants and flowers surrounding both of you.

"wow he has taste." you thought.

the both you were having a great time, and talked about everything. from missions, to past hangouts, to social lives. you didn't want to spend your time with anyone other than him, and hoped that he could stay by your side forever.

the both of you sat in a comforting silence for awhile, sipping your coffees and enjoying the view from the cafe's balcony. a while more, and geto broke the silence.

"these are for you. happy valentines day." geto pulled out a bouquet full of flowers and chocolates, just like how gojo suggested him to do so. his heart was beating fast from nervousness, and you could see his ears becoming red.

"you didn't have to ! you had treated me to many gifts already, and appreciate them. thank you so much."

"there's one more thing...."

it was coming. geto sat up straight, calming himself down before speaking,

"i like you a lot, y/n. even when you were missing your ex, even when you were smiling happily as we treat ourselves after missions. i like you a lot, and no one could change that. can i... be your boyfriend?"

both of your hearts knew that they wanted each other. it was just waiting for your answer.

"even when i may be slightly dramatic during certain situations?"

"yes." he replied with no hesitations.

"even if i told you i knew about your feelings and how you planned this whole thing out with gojo?"

geto's eyes widened. so you knew? was his first thought.

"you knew? why didn't you ask me about it? we could've been together earlier...."

seeing his slightly pouting face, you couldn't help but laugh from how cute he was. you leaned foward across the table and kissed his cheek, leaving him stunned.

"my cute boyfriend."

idk how to feel about this i didn't proof read but i hope it's okay help

part 1 ( part 2 can be read as a standalone honestly )

#jjk fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru fluff #geto suguru x y/n #geto x reader #jjk geto #geto fluff #jjk x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto suguru

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mirror-to-the-past · 9 months

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More (Apparently) KH3:Remind and Melody of Memory Stuff

Spiritually pounding on the windows of the Square Enix building- what do you MEAN I find out via YouTube that there's story cutscenes locked behind those egregious Data fights?? (That I'll personally beat... someday...)

(I also just went ahead and watched all the cutscenes for Melody of Memory, because I didn't want to play through a $60 rhythm game, sorryyy)

But first, Re:Mind and its sneaky, sneaky cutscenes...

Everything with Yozora has me Bonkers. I can't believe they've done this. Echoing Sora's first line in the series "I've been having these weird thoughts lately" through his own side of the story, him saying that he doesn't look like how he appears, the 'why do you know that name,' the "save Sora" while immediately drawing a gun on the man in question?? I'm just... *screaming noises* They're bringing everything together with the fiction versus reality stuff they have going on, and guys, I get SO excited when some games go meta. I'm squealing like a little girl; I'm ecstatic. Despite Sora being in (what I now know as Quadratum) and the background of the Yozora fight reflecting that, I can't help but wonder if it was another internal fight due to the arena switching to Sora's Heart Station for a second, akin to Roxas' fight in KH2.

And the music was so pretty... Yozora has a gorgeous theme. The prettier the battle theme, the more insane the KH fight, I say.

Also Riku was dreaming of Sora for a year. Lmao. He just... didn't say anything about it, while everyone was busting their asses. I'll be honest, literally the only way I could take that is that he dismissed his dreams as irrelevant- ah yes, dreaming of Sora? Nothing crazy to see here. Oh, Riku.

Also more importantly than Riku's angst deal- KAIRI WAS LAUNCHED INTO SPACE WHEN SHE WAS A PRESCHOOLER TO ACT AS A KEYBLADE WIELDER HOMING DEVICE, JESUS CHRIST. Kairi 🤝 Megamind 🤝 potentially Superman (I'm not a comics guy):

Getting launched out of their home planets into space in order to escape the destruction of their worlds, given vague and confusing scenarios and instructions to adapt to once they find a new planet, but they really just wanna chill and be loved and keep people safe.

And she's gonna train with Aqua! :D Another professional at getting launched into other worlds (realms). I hope she bonds with Ventus, as I've recently been made aware of their similarities in disposition, and how they are treated by others (hearts of pure light, designated by their groups as "the one who should stay home/be protected", wavering self confidence in their own abilities and self worth). Additionally, the hilarious potential scenarios of Kairi being like "yeah, and my favorite color's actually-" and Ventus interrupts with "Purple. I know," because the man essentially vicariously lived Sora's childhood. I'm super stoked for future Kairi screentime! Loved when she saw Xehanort in her memories and was like 'I don't care if you're a memory, data, manifestation of my heart or any other thing- I hate you, get out of my life forever. Hugs and kisses, die.' Like, 10/10, girl. Fair. Kairi's a volcano wrapped in a sweet package ready to snap at someone.

Riku's like "Y'know Ansem, I'm gonna miss you... 🥺"

And Sora's like "Xemnas, stooop all the violence. How can you take advantage of people with hearts? You should feel your feelings. You're valid, bestie. ☺️"

Kairi's no bleeding heart for baddies, she just wants everyone to get off her damn case, lol!

Also LOL at the fairy godmother of all people being the one to ship Riku off to Quadratum after Sora. My Cinderiku jokes (as well as my previous KH3 post's blurb about Riku determinedly walking into the ocean to find Sora) may not be completely unwarranted, now. Like, Miss 'specialty in dreams?' Miss "If you'd lost all your faith, I couldn't be here. And here I am." Not even to mention "a dream is a wish your heart makes," a very relevant lyric for this set of circumstances, if I do say so myself. I guess that's just gonna be another song I love and sing to myself that now makes me think of KH. 🤷 There's worse things I suppose, for example, like Buddy Holly being stuck in my head for three days straight and making me feel like I'm trapped listening to my uncle's records (thanks, Good Omens).

I ended up re-watching "Cinderella" for the first time in a while because of that part of Re:Mind and MoM. The KH association of the part with Fairy Godmother's appearance is now semi-heartwrenching, given the context of her appearance in "Cinderella," as well:

You have the vocalizing chorus throughout the opening of the scene acting as a callback to Cinderella's "A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes" song as well as reflecting her inner thoughts, and she has a dialogue with it while she sobs alone in the garden:

Chorus: Whatever you wish for, you keep...

Cinderella: "Oh, no... no, it isn't true."

Chorus: Have faith in your dreams and someday... your rainbow will come smiling through!

Cinderella: "It's just no use. No use at all."

Chorus: No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing...

Cinderella: "I can't believe! Not anymore..."

Chorus: The dream that you wish... *lyric trails off, unfinished*

Cinderella: "There's nothing left to believe in... nothing..."

[Fairy Godmother materializes next to her]

FG: "Nothing my dear? Oh, now you don't really mean that."

Cinderella: "Oh, but I do-"

FG: "Nonsense, child! If you lost all your faith, I couldn't be here, and here I am!"

[the violin and cello come in to finish the last part of the lyric] "...will come true."

Beautiful scene, really. The chorus assisting the animation is delightful... I watched Bambi and Lady and the Tramp (Bella Notte <3) a lot growing up because I loved that old-timey choral work. So dreamy...

Additional funny/sweet bit: I like how Mickey was freaking out to the point of being pinned down over Riku being unceremoniously dropped into Quadratum via Fairy Godmother's spontaneity and enabling.

'You sent my son to the big city ALONE?! He could get mugged, he could get lost, he could get hate-crimed, he could-'

*jump cut to Riku, and he's trying to gauge the value of Earth Money by spying on hot dog stands. He sheds his first known tear of the series by trying to figure out public transit routes*

Anyway, in the words of Cid:

"But what happens next?!"

#kingdom hearts #kh3 #melody of memory #kh3 remind

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Your humble editress is usually quick to say "No, of course Aristasia wasn't a cult!", usually. But sometimes, I feel as if perhaps it was a bit too close to being a cult for comfort. It definitely varied from what you normally might think of as a cult, in that they didn't really recruit, and they usually played all their weird cards first thing, right out on the table. They didn't keep their strange secrets until after you were already invested in them, they wanted everyone to know, right up front, that they were aliens in exile. But maybe not in so many words. They were, of course, very happy to cozy up to girls who shared their interest, and see who were willing to to play their game (see Operation Roriita and their Femmekin/Otherkin blogging), but once they hooked you with their weird ideas, they didn't seem to want anything from you beyond your willingness to engage in long-term life theatre with them. Of course, it's also apparently true that certain girls, with certain positions of power, have allegedly used their spiritual and social power to act out what seems like obvious kinks (viewing it from this century, with what we understand now about kinks, even if it is just a bongo Tellurian's understanding) against seemingly unwilling members of their community who apparently were willing to subject themselves to such treatment because they apparently were lead to believe it was done for spiritual reasons. Maybe it was printed in bongo tabloids, but the events certainly seemed to transpire, one way or another.

To make a long post even longer, I would like to go through many of these and speak a little about my thoughts on them.

Chanting Chanting is used within the religious aspect of Aristasia/Chelouranya, but the religious side was never particularly pushed to any real degree. Instill guilt about not living up to potential This seems to be something that comes up a bit when ex-Aristasians (particularly of the Second Life era) tell their stories, and mostly it relates to feeling guilty that they're not really living a racinated life outside of the internet. No happiness outside of group The idea that the rest of the world was in an eclipse, and the world outside of Aristasian hearths was The Pit is a big one. Almost everything about the modern world was deemed disgusting. Forbid critical questions about leader The leaders (if that is what you could call Miss Martindale and Miss Langridge) had so many different personas it was almost impossible for them to have answered any critical questions about them. It's very possible that whole people have been invented, for the purpose of deflecting questions about who really founded Aristasia. Information deliberately withheld Now this is one that doesn't seem to actually have been a thing. Aristasians seemed to play all of their strange cards right at once. They wanted you to know they were aliens. If you didn't like that, you were free to leave. When, how, and with whom you have sex dictated While Aristasians generally didn't seem to care about your relationships outside of the group, it was indeed stated that if you were to be a full, inner circle, Aristasian, you were expected to give up relationships with em-ee-en. The old Artemis zines also have a lot to say about how intimacies between women shouldn't be regarded as "sex", and that "sex" should mean gender. So there is a lot of redefining what sex even entails in Aristasia, and more importantly, what is and isn't sexual. Which has lead to some behavior that is distinctly sexual in Tellurian life being regarded as nonsexual within Aristasia. This blurring of lines between sexual and non-sexual has lead to, to put it very lightly, misunderstandings. Encourage only good and proper thoughts This seems to be largely a Chelouranya idea, but encouraging their members to always be sweet and happy was important. Some emotions deemed evil See above, and also see this old Poppitops comics. Outsider vs insider doctrines Aristasians vs the rest of the world was a central theme to their lifestyle. There were a number of names for non-Aristasians, and even different Aristasian words for mundane objects. It was generally regarded by Aristasians that there was a war on, and they were fighting for the winning side. Instill fear of outside world See above. Control information at different levels within group This is something that they didn't really practice. While there was definitely the idea of inner and outer circle Aristasians, there seemed to be no secret information that would be revealed to the inner circle. New name/identity Creating a new identity was a central core of being Aristasian. If you decided to use your Tellurian name, you were at the very least encouraged to choose if you were a Blonde or a Brunette. Many Aristasians had many different names, identities, and even sexes. Distort information to make it acceptable There was a lot of information bending within Aristasia. Reading Aristasian musings often feels like it's very obvious that they're working backwards from whatever point they're trying to make to make it fit around their world views. This ranges greatly from science denial (for there's no belief in evolution in Aristasia) to their own history revision (They only ever got involved with all that Silly Monkey stuff to make money to fund their embassies, but also what they did wasn't Silly Monkey stuff anyways, because, remember, what they did wasn't sexual) Impose buddy system This one is a little bit vague, but pairing up blondes and brunettes or forming communal households was always a priority with Aristasians.

So, while it may seem like this Bingo card has a lot of marks, I still don't necessarily think that Aristasia or Chelouranya was a cult. I think that it was potentially a very toxic community, with some toxic views, run by some girls who maybe were not suited for running a community, members were free to leave if their faith in the game wavered, were not really expected to give up anything besides aesthetics, and were not actively recruited. However, I was never part of any Aristasian circles, so perhaps I'm very wrong about this.

I would like to make special note that I'm speaking strictly of the Aristasia that later transformed into Chelouranya, and not at all about the Filianic, Madrian, or Deanic religious community, which have made much effort over the decades to distance themselves from whatever Miss Martindale and Miss Langridge were doing after about 1982.

#BITE model #aristasia #aristasian #note from the editress #aristasian cult #aristasia recruitment #life theatre #filianism #chelouranya

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4, 5 and 16 if youre up to it!

4. anything that resonated with you in particular from the marble nest?

Well we have talked a bit already about it, I love everything about this game, I love it as a character study of Dankovsky and the sort-of-time-loopness of it is great too because trapping a character in a box (a time loop and/or a bottle episode of sorts) is a perfect setting for vivisecting them, but is also particularly thematically apt for Daniil because (to me) he's not about immortality per se - he rejects the concept of inevitability, of anything being predetermined and set in stone and unchangeable, up to and including the laws of nature; and death is just the ultimate expression of that; though it is of course also one of the things that the game is about at its very core, the starting point on every level: Daniil finds Simon dead. Artemy finds his father dead. Clara wakes up in a grave. The Powers That Be return from a funeral. The player sees the children burying the doll even before they even see the main menu screen. And here, this time, Daniil wakes up in a coffin; and for a day he will desperately try to save people and he will clash with them and will search for answers, in the Stone Yard, the place he was invited to in the first place, under the tower that was meant to be what he was looking for, now that place being the last refuge, the last hope; and in the end he will lose. It's a microcosm of his story, distilled to its primary elements. And it's done so, so well.

And with all that. I enjoyed the sort of overarching story that was accidentally (unplanned; going in I only knew a handful of vague spoilers I turned out to have misinterpreted anyway) created by what I did in what order, and treating my subsequent replays as one continuity through which he perhaps retains some sort of awareness. First time I played I did see most of the game's content though not everything (due to getting lost a lot and forgetting I can run faster here), but importantly I did the heart quest so then I could get the meta ending (and of course I was going to. I'm Daniil fucking Dankovsky, I'm not going to just give up and accept death, or submit to the rules of the game. Duh.) and it was just after I finished the classic bachelor's route and it was a perfect coda to it. So here we go, I won. But of course some time later I wanted to see everything I missed, so I played again. (So here we are again. Being a video game character is a kind of immortality, but definitely not any kind of freedom.) And I did pick the choice that kills you at the start, for the sake of completionism (which is where the game slaps your hand and says no, take this seriously. Once more from the top and treat it like it's real again.) And so I went back and what I did then, because the first time around I listened to Sticky but now I traded with Shrew for the lockpicks and I thought, what if I go to the infected house now? Previously I didn't find it in time, but it's 10 am now. (I've been here before; I know the solution now. I don't need to waste any time.) And oh my god how shocked I was when the game just took me to the evening in that moment. So I had to choose the time loop ending then; (no, wait, that wasn't supposed to happen. Put me back, I can figure it out. I'll get it right next time.) And I played for the last time, and I went to all the places I haven't before (like the house with faces on the walls, or the executor bonfire party), and chose some alternative dialogues here and there - and of course ended up in the same place come midnight. (It was never a puzzle to solve, after all; it was about acceptance. You can do everything right and still fail. You have explored every possibility and Death still wins. There is only one ending left.) And it's a less uplifting order of events than finishing on the meta ending, but I liked it. I found it to be a good (as in "well fitting" rather than necessarily "happy") ending for him; that he has to accept he's lost and allow himself to move on, but also good on him for fighting for so long. (It is also somewhat adjacent to my personal views on life and death. Do not go gently into that good night, be a huge bitch about it. It sometimes needs to be reckoned with that some things cannot be changed, but sometimes it is also vital to try changing them anyway. Etc, etc.)

Rest in peace, Bachelor. I hope you went to heaven and tried to pick a fight with god himself.

5. assuming the world goes on after the game ends, do you think daniil will leave the town? if so, to where?

So I made this post about the characters' post canon fates but I actually gotta expand on that:

Firstly I think in all timelines he could easily die, in a number of ways. He could get sick, or have some sort of accident. He might be careless with his life; helping with curing the sick post-termite ending without adequately protecting himself, or doing some plague- or death-related research and experimenting on himself. He might spiral into addiction, a slow self-destruction, or might straight up just shoot himself in the head.

But if he lives, I think he is in a very bad state. Physically, because he has been running himself ragged, overworked, under pressure, not eating or sleeping enough, taking unholy amounts and combinations of Substances to sleep or to keep awake, to prevent infection or cure it, etc; the exertion and exhaustion is bound to catch up with him. And on top of that, depending a little on the route and how good you are at fighting but he's been beaten unconscious, stabbed, shot, and always having to get up and keep going, not letting his body heal properly; I think he's going to deal with the consequences of that. And emotionally, take your pick: the loss of his life's work, the feeling of failure, the guilt over letting down his colleagues, the guilt over not managing to stop the plague, maybe over Eva's death too, and the general relentless horror of everything he's seen and experienced during the game...

Now it's kinda unspecified as to what sort of consequences he or his friends in the Capital might face - just losing their careers or actually jail or even death? I think he might not be entirely sure himself but he might get a bit paranoid about it, with the guilt he's feeling, afraid that if he comes back or even just gets in touch that might get people in further danger by association with him, so it's better if everyone thinks he's dead and forgets him... And then adding to that a certain kind of inertia, after he lost everything and doesn't know what to do next, he'd just hunker down in Gorkhonsk for a while I think. But as much as we all love our burda domestic bliss fantasies, I know my boy isn't made for settling down into a quiet life; I think after a period of licking his wounds and kinda just surviving day to day he'd become restless, wanting something more. And there's some weird shit in town to study and he might poke at that, if nothing else it would make him feel like himself again and occupy his mind with something else than just grief and self-loathing, but ultimately the town is lacking in resources for proper scientific work and I don't think he'd be content with just being a regular doctor with a little mad science hobby on the side.

Coming back to the Capital, then, maybe, if he'd be allowed to, though he might feel unwelcome even if he isn't outright persecuted; so I think I see him eventually moving abroad, somewhere where people either don't know him or are more receptive to his ideas regardless of past controversies, and trying to start anew. That'd be his happy ending, I think.

16. [the scariest question of them all] how would you describe their relationships... [including platonic / antagonistic / philosophers with benefits / etc.]

Daniil - Andrey: pre-canon, one night stand that was probably some sort of formative experience for Daniil and fun but not life-changing for Andrey. In the game, I think as with the utopians in general, Andrey included, Daniil becomes in their mind some kind of missing puzzle piece in the plan to realise their vision. Sucks when that doesn't happen (in my mind, even the utopian ending leaves everyone involved feeling like it's not quite what they hoped for). Should've kept it to just a casual fuck but alas.

Daniil - Peter: self-recognition through the other (uncomfortable) (unwanted) (take it away).

Daniil - Farkhad: they don't know each other, and Daniil has his own ghosts.

Andrey - Peter: Dead Ringers russian AU. Unbreakably codependent and mutually destructive. Unviably conjoined at the soul.

The twins - Farkhad: haunter and hauntees, of course. Previously rivals, and rival of my brother which is even worse. Well that's all canon. I haven't really done further thinking about it.

(the questions)

#long one phew #that's what you get for asking me about daniil sfdgdhgj #pathologic #daniil dankovsky #the goblin talks

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eosofspades · 1 year

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okay. first half of lightfall complete!! done for the day because my brain is frying and its almost midnight but MAN I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS. HELLO

spoilers below

GHOST IS BACK!!!!!! THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN THE ENTIRE GAME ALWAYS. GHOST I MISSED YOU SO MUCH

the intro cutscenes FUCK oh my god?? i was NOT expecting the traveler's attack / the slicening to be literally the FIRST CUTSCENE?? INCREDIBLE. couldnt play the first mission properly bc my hands were shaking i was so hyped up ghsjdnfv

WHY DOES THE WITNESS JUST TAKE THE BEAM FULL FORCE. WHAT THE FUCK MAN

the tormentors are FUCKING TERRIFYING. I WAS SO SCARED. LIKE THAT GROWLING NOISE RIGHT BEHIND YOU IS ACTUALLY SO FUCKING SCARY MY HEART WAS POUNDING FOR LIKE TEN MINUTES AFTER I KILLED THE THING

stay frosty

STRAND IS SO COOL. LIKE STRAND IS EXPONENTIALLY FASCINATING AND SO MUCH FUN

i will elaborate on this more in depth another time but i need to say strand feels like what they were going for with stasis except this time they did it RIGHT. in terms of consequences/risk we HEARD all about the dangers of stasis but there were literally no side effects. this on the other hand??? ITS DONE SO PERFECTLY I CANT GET OVER IT

and CONSEQUENCES!!! obviously i knew rohan was going to die like that was completely expectable but i would NOT have guessed the guardian's own shortcomings would have been the reason. god damn

everything about nimbus is so good. i love love love that they're not actually angry or blaming the guardian for rohan's death, just accepting and ready to get justice

THAT FUCKING SCENE. THE FUCKING WITNESS POSSESSING GHOST SCENE?? HELLO??? THAT WAS SO AGONIZING TO WATCH I WAS SO AFRAID

also i lost my shit ghost was literally getting possessed and in visible pain and the guardian just fucking stood there like a sim

ON THAT NOTE THOUGH. "WE'RE IN THIS TOGETHER." AND HOLDING OUT THEIR HAND FOR HIM???? THAT IS SOME GOOD GUARDIAN AND GHOST CONTENT THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN BEGGING FOR FOR YEARSSS

all the witness scenes are so fucking cool btw that nightmare they sent to calus is WILD. i am OBSESSED with the witness' shattered glass thing but more importantly their ANGER. i didn't think CALUS is what they'd be angry about!! holy shit!!! emperor has the survival instincts of a fucking moth and if the winnower doesn't blow up the witness i want the witness to blow up calus

i NEED to know what the witness means by "we know pain." babe who hurt you

GHOST GOING "are you handling highly volatile materials?? AGAIN???" I LOVE GHOST SO MUCH IT'S UNREAL. I LITERALLY DIED AT THIS PART BC I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD. he sounded so exasperated and annoyed and affectionate i love ghost more than anything ever

^ PLUS. Rohan going "Again? How often does this happen?" and ghost yelling "TOO OFTEN" GHOST BABY IM SO SORRY AHAHAJSGVSV

THE STRIKE!! THE STRIIIKE. HELLO. i got my ass handed to me about sixteen times in a row and almost gave up for the night but holy shit was it worth it for the ending line. nezarec i KNEW you would come back to us!!! <333

side note im literally so pissed off about the reactor core mission bc the end when you're supposed to be using strand to swing out. i just fucking jumped i was so anxious and i couldn't find the strand thing and then everyone kept talking about how i used strand to get out and how amazing it was and ive just been sitting here like . guys please i know i missed out on all the fun you don't have to rub it in PLEASE

OSIRIS TRAINING THE GUARDIAN OSIRIS TRAINING THE GUARDIAN!!! MY OC HEADCANONS ARE BECOMING ACTUAL CANON. VINDICATION IS SO GOOD

when osiris yells "THAT WAS EXCELLENT" i got SO HAPPY. HE IS SO PROUD OF THEM!!!

now that said. i have NOT gotten past the strand training mission i'm about halfway through it. so i don't know if it comes up and it might not but i WOULD like to see osiris at least acknowledge that he was being too harsh before. like i know he's incredibly stressed and everything but my guy. the guardian was literally keeled over dying and osiris is like "we don't have time for this. why aren't you better at this by now"

on that note listen i love osiris so much he's my second favorite character but when he was scolding the guardian and ghost tries to come to your defense and says "we did our best" and osiris SHOUTS "we NEED to do BETTER" i got SO MAD. DO NOT RAISE YOUR VOICE AT MY GHOST

i cannot believe bungie canonically gave the guardian a cringefail compilation cutscene. power blowing up in their face. ghost and osiris shaking their heads at each other in disappointment and affection for the guardian. im losing my shit

THE FUCKING CUTSCENE WHERE OSIRIS HOLDS HIS HAND OUT AND TRIES TO TALK TO SAGIRA BEFORE HE REALIZES........ AGONIZED WAILING HEARD FROM MY HOME

this is... about as far as i have gotten. i know i'm forgetting some things but!! i am SO hyped up rn okay i am going to play the rest tomorrow

overall conclusion: GOOD SHIT. i love it here this game is the best thing that has ever happened to me

#destiny 2 #mine #lightfall #lightfall spoilers

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spacejammie-eimmajecaps · 8 months

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For the fanfic writing meme...YOU pick 10 numbers YOU want to answer! I want to see which ones of those most excite your or you have the most to say.

My attention span is horrible right now tbh, I couldn't even read through the whole list. So these are the 10 that stood out to me when I was skimming it over:

Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

One-shots because they are quick and easy (for the most part). Multi-chaps take so much more effort. Although, multi-chaps are more satisfying to finish. Pros and cons with each. I do miss one-shots, though. Been a very long time since I've written one.

Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

I used to only write as I went, which was honestly so fun. I'd surprise myself with unintended plot twists and stuff like that. But now I plan ahead, and that's very necessary for a story like SGB, which is very long, detailed, and packed with subplots. I will say, though, that while there is a plan, I let the chapter change as needed if the plan isn't working or I think of something better while drafting, and sometimes I add scenes last minute (or cut entire scenes if it just doesn't feel like it's working). Having a plan is good, knowing when to be flexible is also good.

Do you like constructive criticism?

Depends on what that looks like.

If someone wants to point out a typo, I'll be appreciative (and I do actually have a fandom friend who used to message me when she found typos in my posted works, which I am grateful for). And if there is an obvious mistake, I don't mind it being pointed out (for example, I was messing up the serve order in games and someone very kindly pointed that out, so I fixed it, and I'm very happy that they pointed it out so that I didn't keep making that mistake).

But if someone said things like, "I don't like how you wrote that" or "that character would never do that" or "you should write that differently" or anything relating to like, personal preference, I'd be annoyed and not grateful at all.

On average, how much writing do you get done in a day?

I used to be able to bang out 10-12k words in a day, back when my health wasn't so bad. Granted, the quality of those 10-12k words wasn't great at all, and part of why I write slower now is because I'm thinking about a lot more technical aspects that I used to be unaware of. Anyway, these days I can maybe get 3k written on a very good day, but 500-1000 in a day is more realistic for me now.

What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

Take a break, read books and watch shows, rest, re-read what I've already written, etc.

What’s your revision or editing process like?

1. Rough draft

2. Fill in details and missing elements

3. Focus setting/sensory details and add last minute details

4. Check that dialogue/body language matches each character (usually end up adding a few more little details as well)

5. Make sure the chapter as a whole makes sense, cut anything unnecessary, check for consistency

6. Proofreading (check line by line for typos and grammar issues)

Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

There are some fics I like to re-read maybe once a year or so, and sometimes I read a fic twice in a row if I really liked it. I'd probably re-read things much more frequently if I wasn't so busy writing.

Five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?

Hopefully not still writing SGB😭😭😭

Why do you continue writing fics?

Because I'm bored and have nothing better to do, and more importantly, because I enjoy it.

What order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

Chronological. I have to use my favorite scenes as a reward for getting that far in the story, so I don't allow myself to skip ahead.

#thanks for the ask!#stormears

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redwineconversation · 10 months

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AUS - FRA Postgame Thoughts

Straight up this is not going to happen for every WC game because I had to drag myself out of bed at 2.30am for this, and that is not happening on a daily basis. Kudos to those who are chronically online because I legitimately felt like death all day at work having been up that early. Though maybe those who are chronically online have no jobs. Who knows.

I'm also only going to review the Lyon players because I don't watch AUS players enough to pass credible commentary on them. Know thy boundaries or something.

Anyway, here it goes:

I kind of want to start with the scuffle between Le Sommer and Kennedy, even though it's not the main talking point of the game. Le Sommer doesn't lose her cool really easily. In fact, the only time that really comes close to what we saw on Friday was a game in 2019 against PSG, where the frustration with repeated bad calls from the ref started to boil over and Le Sommer's patience started to run out.

We saw echoes of that in the scuffle with Kennedy. Kennedy wasn't exactly "defending" per se, and the ref had been letting a lot of AUS fouls slide (and I'll talk more about that in a bit) while calling them on FRA. It wasn't the first time Kennedy's defending was questionable, and I think, honestly, that Le Sommer was just frustrated.

And I really want to emphasize it takes a lot for Le Sommer to get frustrated at an opponent. I've seen her snark at her teammates for making the wrong choices, and I think that's fine. Good, almost. Hold your teammates accountable for making the wrong choice. But I've rarely seen Le Sommer lose it at someone that's not on her team.

I want to say Le Sommer is professional, but to say that implies that Kennedy is not, and that's not an argument I am willing to make. What I will say is that the referee did not have control of the game, and that had consequences. So I get Le Sommer's frustration in that sense. (Old) girl just had enough and it boiled over.

I want to touch briefly on Carpenter. Apart from a couple of moments - her drive forward in the first half, crying after Bacha's injury - I actually wasn't sure she was even on the field. Granted, it was in the middle of the night, but for a few minutes, I actually wondered if I had missed a substitution. (I only realized I hadn't when Fowler scored and she popped up on the screen during the celebrations).

At the risk of sounding controversial, that's actually a good thing. If I don't remember the defender it means they were just keeping their head down and doing their job. I know Carpenter can make runs, I know she is a good defender. But she is at her best when she is just doing her job, not anything fancy. I don't remember her doing anything out of the ordinary, which means she was doing her job well. I will take that trade.

Renard played decent. Again, she didn't really do anything flashy, but I don't expect her to. I expect her to defend but more importantly I expect her to defend without doing anything that stands out - except, I suppose, her duties as captain.

And I guess that leaves me with Selma Bacha's injury.

As I said to someone privately, sometimes it's really hard to assess Bacha's injury spur of the moment. I don't feel shame in admitting this - she's dramatic and will overplay an injury. When she first went to ground, my initial reaction was simply to roll my eyes. I just wanted to go back to sleep.

It's when Bacha reached for Renard's hand while on the stretcher that I realized something was actually very, very wrong. The thing is, Bacha is dramatic but what she is not is vulnerable. Crying, reaching for Renard's hand, I didn't see the multi-Champions League winner at 22. I saw a scared kid who just wanted her captain to stay by her side and tell her things would be okay.

The good news is the initial reports say no fracture. The bad news is - at the time of this post - we don't know if there isn't any ligament damage. Best case scenario, it's "just" a twisted ankle, we all collectively pray that France and their Hot Coach make it out of the group stage and Bacha pops up in the next round.

But that is the best case. Contrary to Twitter Medical Experts - and LORDY do you guys not understand the restraint I am showing in not naming and shaming - it is more likely that we are facing a different scenario.

And that's partly on Carpenter's reaction. It's weird, really, that I am basing it on how she reacted to the foul. She wasn't near Bacha or Raso - who, I just wanted to point out, fouled Bacha six (6) seconds from the end of the game, where Bacha was nowhere near goal, and Australia was already 1-0 up. Anyway, on screen, Carpenter wasn't anywhere near it.

But the camera cut to Carpenter as Bacha was taken off the stretcher, and Carpenter was in tears, and I thought to myself, ah, shit.

Carpenter's not super emotional on the field, either. I think the only time I have seen her cry was when she tore her ACL in the UWCL final back in 2022. The kid doesn't really cry on the field, not even after a loss (and lord knows Lyon doesn't process losing like a normal team). But to see her wipe tears from her eyes, visibly distraught, I think that's when I fully realized that what happened to Bacha was really, really bad.

Carpenter doesn't cry. She wasn't anywhere near the foul when it happened, and she was still crying.

I don't think we learnt a lot from this game that we didn't already know. Herve Renard is hot expects his rules to be followed, no exceptions, which is why Majri didn't play. Becho, to my surprise but no one else's, did decent when she came on as a substitute. France doesn't have a midfield and hasn't had one since Henry was exiled. France has exactly three (3) defenders, one was captain, the other was playing LW, and the other was a RB who stayed on the bench.

And at some point Australia transformed from being a punchline to being a team we should take seriously. Do I think Australia will win it? No. Do I think they will go deep? Ehh, probably not. But I do think that if there is any team who will deliver on #UpsetsWelcome, it will be Australia. So I guess it's a give-and-take.

Finally, I'd just like to thank Carpenter for delivering #LyonBros, which is the real reason why I set my alarm for 2.30am and felt like death the rest of the day.

#all good love stories start in the rain #Ellie carpenter #selma bacha #amel majri

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got back to playing lad7 again. thoughts:

i should no longer be surprised that i play rgg games in 4-8 hr chunks!! in fact that's how I play a lot of games. and yet the surprise persists

idk if the irony of puritannical ass bleach japan's initials being BJ was intentional or not but i hope so

the gray zones? like my nuts? lol

rgg hit me up for your banter department. we can make magic

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE NEXT BOSS AFTER THE EXCAVATOR IS A WRECKING BALL AJSDKGGDHJJ

note that this happened after getting distracted from progressing the plot in incredibly elaborate ways for legit 6 hours and ending up going through as much of the yokohama sewers as possible, up until i fought (and lost to) a GIANT ROOMBA

why all the hate for heavy machinery? when can we be friends?

like seong-hui and saeko :) love that for them btw

not to interrupt that whole confrontation and the achy feelings therein or anything but how saeko and seong-hui walk on that grate in the geomijul surveillance room in heels without stumbling is a mystery to me

fuck off Nanba Angst and shut up joon-gi han + seong-hui and ichigang budding alliances. idc. i want answers to THIS question specifically

also zhao and seong-hui are siblings in my mind. no i am not sure why i believe this. it is simply a vibe ok

THE WAY I HOLLERED WHEN THE TIGER ENCLOSURE SHOWED UP

add "another tiger" to the rgg ridiculous nonhuman fights list

nanbaaaaaaaaa

just got him back. i missed him <3 feel v mushy about him and ichiban atm

the way ichiban is so happy he's rejoining he can't say anything but his name for a bit and he like shakes him and nanba wipes his tears in a really endearing way GAH. ACK AUGH. had me giggling it's all so deeply charming and lovely andjdhgsbsjjvkdjcjjdk

i have been both people in that kinda moment before and it's just a very nice and bright feeling to have, to love someone to the point of laughter, to recognize that someone beside you is experiencing that same love (which you've seen countless times in strangers and felt yourself) by its familiar tone, to see you and the other in similar friendships spanning the breadth of all humanity, of all time; to know love as the throughline of human experience and to feel that massive overarching theme in such a small moment, and somehow not be overcome by it. jeez. sincerely someone who sometimes picks up and spins her besties. glad lad7 really both captures and inspires that same bestie spinning emotion. yuck /pos

also eri is BUSTED omg. idk if y'all really used her but WOW she's kind of a beast

and joon-gi han ain't too shabby himself. more importantly though, i like his haughty little laugh he does when it's his turn. you go king

also im still haunted by how when i defeated an invested vagrant everyone in my party leveled up like 3 times. ohhh my god. bc i didn't look at the xp numbers i just saw that they jumped from 25 to 28 immediately. it takes A While to level up at that point. three at once for everyone. lord have mercy

yeag

#maybe i should make a bracket of rgg nonhumans #like all the friend/foe animals/machines bc i think they deserve more attention and it'd be funny #rgg #like a dragon #ryu ga gotoku #gotta spin some of my buddies soon. i hope they know i love them with a full heart

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3/7/24

7:10 p.m

I forgot to mention in that whole post I should also judge my mental pictures as they have changed distracted over the months.

They use to be all intrusive. The creature with hair, other things like naked body parts. Or kids 🤢 everything was frozen in time with no movement.... every Intrusive image was incredibly vivid. I could see every fucking detail.

Then they went to bunnies, Bob burgers, cartoons, video games, but I had little control over making the image..everything was still frozen in time. And out of my control. I could still the intrusive images but they became less vivid and clear. Pieces were missing such as an eye or nose or half was blacked out

Then I was able to make my own mental images a turkey with a pipe, a volleyball net a backpack whatever you name it. I couldn't picture anything with clarity but I could picture almost anything and most importantly i could stop/change bad mental images psychosis would try to cause. I would see thr creature with hair more clearly but messed up and I could put pixels in front of the face. Everything was still frozen in time. The Intrusive images stopped entirely when I tried to picture them they were almost all blacked out.

Now I had full control, I can make any picture I want. Hands and feet are either cartoon or transparent ( back in the day I would get fucked up images of hands and feet realisitcally that would bend out of shape or elongate bc i was scared or depersonalizing. That was something the voice was trying to say wouldn't happen but we would day no mental images but psychosis had a mind of its own- it turned it I to cartoon and paws like by January) now it's transparent or cartoon hands..

Now I can imagine movement. I can see people throwing a ball. I can see people moving a table.

That's how I know psychosis is getting better. I did have mental images before psychosis but they weren't Intrusive or negative in any way. I had control over them and they just weren't significant... which is why I didn't remember..

So beyond judging through voice hallucination- I'm going to keep a close eye on my mental pictures to see if I'm backtracking.

They are one of the only ways i know psychosis is going away.

Seeing mental pictures in motion may not seem like a big deal to anyone else who has a normal brain but for me it makes me cry happy tears.

I can make them all move. Having them frozen in time was scary. And I knew something was wrong. I'm crying as I write this bc that's how I know it's psychosis and that's how I know I'm getting better.

Hopefully these don't go backwards.

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Chapter 5 - Life Is A Game

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Kiara told me that she wanted to meet me on Friday when her friends are out partying. She also told me to stay back for dinner, if I could.

I said okay. Not that I was doing something productive anyway. I would have probably gone to the gym and practiced taekwondo to the point that I would faint from exhaustion and I would get carried to my bedroom and sleep. I still don't know who carries me to my bedroom, but this is not what I am supposed to be thinking about.

I was more confused about the fact that she didn't want her friends around when we were at her apartment. Weird.

I reach her apartment and it was very nicely put together, but there were some elements that looked off, like the way the Eiffel Tower was positioned and the misplaced things all over the apartment.

I also met with Alka, Kiara's maid and she is very sweet. She kept putting the things in the right way, but Kiara would just it back to her liking. I found that quite amusing.

"So, you wanted to talk?"

"Yeah..."

"About what?"

"About you."

"What about me?"

"That's what I don't understand, I mean...I don't know, there is something so mysterious about you that really intrigues me and when I tried talking to my friends, they all said the same thing."

"And what, exactly?"

"I should talk to you so that I can understand."

"Your friends have said the right thing. Whatever doubts, concerns, or just anything, you just have to know I'll be listening, and not just hearing."

"You know, I figured what was bothering me."

"And what was it?"

"You feel like as I have seen an older version of me."

"Because we are so similar to each other. And it does makes sense, in a weird way. Because the first time I had met you, I felt I was meeting with my younger self, not that I am not young anyway, but you know you get the point."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah."

"Who is he?"

"Who are you talking about?"

"The guy on your phone's wallpaper."

She means Jug.

"I told you, someone, special."

"But the way you said, it felt like you were missing him almost...as if..."

"As if?"

"I don't know. Something's off."

"So, you have called me to your apartment so that you can find out who is the guy from my phone's wallpaper? Be honest, Kiara."

"Yeah."

"What? I know I seem very approachable, which I am, but there are some sections of my life that I would rather keep personal and not public, so that means they stay with me."

"Why not telling it and make yourself free from the pain?"

"Kiara..., curiosity killed the cat." with a disapproving tone.

"And who told you that I am in pain?" 

"I can see it in your eyes. He made you very happy, probably the happiest you've been in your entire life and..."

"And..?"

"And something happened which made you split up with each other. You are probably angry at him."

"No."

"No?"

"No, I am not angry at him. I am angry at the circumstances that we had, and the things that should have happened said, and done. But you know what makes me angrier and more upset: The things that I always wanted to say to him, the things that I wanted to do with him, and most importantly the things that I always wanted to say but never had the courage because I was afraid of the consequences."

"What did you want to say to him?"

"I love you. Just come back. I am sorry for hurting you, but I am not sorry for what I am going to do."

After, a long and awkward 10 mins, I decided that I needed to leave.

"Anyway, I should go now. "

"Madam, aap pehle khana khakar chale jaa na."

"Nahin Alka. Aaj nahin. Phir kabhi. Aur  Tum mujhe sirf Priya keheke bulaoge aur kuch nahin. Tumhari madam nahin hoon main."

"And another thing Kiara. We people like solving mysteries because we know the danger is contained and does not impact our lives. People like intrigue, search, enjoy, play, and wonder. It does not mean it won't bite you back in the ass. Be careful about what you choose to do, because it will have a consequence."

Then I left before I would start crying. Life is a game, and in this move, life was winning and I was losing.

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Sarah

Anon,

I have to be honest, that name made me think of the only Sarah I've known in my life. At least so far. We're no longer friends— that's not a correct way to put it because I have absolutely no resentment towards her? I actually appreciate her or who i knew then? Aghh, I'm not making sense. What I am trying to say is that we are no longer a part of each other's life. But that's okay!! It's just something that happened? Do i miss them? Am i getting sad thinking about them? YES, Yes. That's why I was and am so confused about this ask. Do i answer this? HOW DO I ANSWER THIS?

Sooooo I then spent like twenty minutes scrolling through my blog to see if i reblogged an ask game that had names on it just in case? WAIT —okay, i checked again and nothing?

..Was this more of a 'talk about the Sarah's or Sarah I know' thing? I feel rude and intrusive speaking about someone without their permission or knowledge :/ but I know I have a "right" to speak about whatever and whomever — SIGH.

I think she blocked me, which again i was okay with because i think i asked her to, plus she has a right to do so if she wanted to, BUT

Sarah if you ever see this and you want this deleted, just let me know 👍🏼

Full disclosure, people grow and are not necessarily who they were in the past. This is my recollection or perspective of how i saw them and knew them then.

First off, she was smart, thoughtful, well opinionated if I may add, funny, FUN, a dork and supportive. She was one of my best friends 😊😊

One thing about our friendship that i loved so much was that we didn't have to force anything. It was or at least, for me, it felt so easy to talk to them about anything.

I stll remember that time she told me, "when i say im here for you i don't want you to say okay and never reach out. i want you to message me." Something like that. I appreciated that accountability so much because it was true. Some people say that and don't mean it and some people say okay but don't reach out. She taught me accountability when it came to wanting each other involved and being there for each other when able to.

She's super artistic and creative!? she crotched two stuffed animals!? She's an excellent baker!! I miss her cookies so much. She bought me insomnia cookies? And as much as i appreciate it and enjoyed them, NONE of them compared to the homemade cookies she sent. Yummm.

I'm someone who loves trying my friends interests once I deeply care about them. I'm saying that because she got me into chocolate covered strawberries for a bit hahaha, and I also bought some trunks from meundies thanks to her!! Speaking of which, EITHER I HAVE A BIG BUTT (WHICH I DO), AND BIG THIGHS OR THE MATERIAL IS CHEAP QUALITY because those underwears didn't last me a month or two before they ripped 😮‍💨. It's probably my fault because I i used them for jogging as well.

I miss her smile, her evergreen sea eyes, her humor, her randomness, her friendship.

I hope she's doing well in graduate school, if she hasn't already graduated?? I hope she's updated the Wreaths for fall, I hope life is treating her well and that she's doing okay. I hope that groundhog is still being a menace. I hope Pegasus is doing well. I hope she already wore those same leggings/outfit she uses for Halloween every year for the past 3 years? haha. I hope she's excited for the next three months. I hope life keeps blessing her. Most importantly, i hope she knows that no matter what happened between us, I will always be grateful for her 😊😊😊

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Okay, i gotta go for a jog before the heavy thunderstorms hit. Thanks for this ask, anon. I'm sad now. I'LL BE FINEEEE 😊

Sorry for the typos!! I'm not proof reading and fixing till later!!

#asks #personal #about s

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Criminal Behavior (8)

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WC: 2.9K

Pairing: Druglords Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes X Detective Original Female Character

Summary: Rose Phillips, one of the best vice detectives in the game, was given a mission to catch the biggest drug lord in all of New York. James Buchanan Barnes. Framing as a lady of the night at a hidden gentlemen’s club, her mission being to do anything it takes to lure her target into her trap. Even if it means going through one of his accomplices to get there. Will the notorious criminals fall for her trap or will Rose fall for their criminal behavior?

Warnings: Lots of swearing, violence, and mild sexual content.

Another chapter like I promised!

I actually enjoyed writing this chapter shockingly. Normally I'm a bit meh on what I've written on this story lately but I feel good about this one!

Also I just want to add if anything gets confusing please feel free to ask and I can explain everything written so far (or try my best to lol).

P.s.s. I finally get to show this gif and it makes me stupidly happy 🤪

Hope you enjoy ♡

That fucker. That stupid cocky fuck was punishing him. Sending him all the way to some hell hole in Vermont or somewhere close to that, Steve could honestly give a shit less. What he cared about was getting back home. Back to the comfort of his own bed and everyday routine instead of the infested motel mattresses and gas station coffee that made his stomach twist. Most importantly he wanted to get back to Rose. He hated how sappy that made him sound but it was true. She gave him a sort of comfort that she once gave, a comfort he thought would never return after the loss. He didn't want to risk losing it for a second time. But that mission was for another time, he had to focus on the one at hand first.

James had given him detailed instructions to find the man who's name was written sloppily on the note he had in his breast pocket. Some bank teller that got hooked on morphine after getting an organ removed, again, Steve could care less about the back story, he just wanted to get this over and done with. From the information he was given, the man had a habit of hanging around for poker night at a local bar. Tended to get out sometime between one and three am, so he waited in the alleyway around the corner. And waited. And waited. Steve had smoked the last of his cigarettes by the time the man staggered out, complaining at how the men inside were cheating him again.

As the man turned from the bar to where Steve was camping out, he grabbed the sweat stained blazer and pulled the man into the shadows. His ocd fought him mentally at the substance coating his hands making them stick like velcro to the fabric in his hands. Just add it to the list of things pissing him off right now.

"Get your hands off m- Captain, I-I mean Mr. Rogers. My word you startled me hiding in the alley like that." The man sounded like a corny cartoon character who was missing his quartet hat and bow tie.

"I have that effect on people." The man squirmed nervously as Steve's grip tightened, "You know why I'm here don't you Joey?"

The man hesitated before nodding, eyes hiding behind their lids as he gulped, "I-I don't got the money right now."

If Steve wasn’t already irritated he certainly was now, knuckles white with grip and breath picking up with each word that stuttered from the imbecile's mouth. Was it too much to ask for a simple transaction? Give a bit of tough love, take the money and go. That was only in the movies though and Steve was nowhere near being a movie star.

Just as Steve went to pummel his face into the brick wall behind them, the man raised his hands, pleading, “Please give me more time! My wife is sick with cancer, you see. She's bedridden and all our money goes to the bills except the extra I earn for overtime. That's why I'm here. A man has to have some fun too, you understand.”

“So you’re out here, gambling all the money you have and owe me while your wife may be lying dead in your bed right now? Aren’t you just the picture perfect husband?” Before the man could think of another bullshit lie, Steve threw himself away, watching the man’s head smack against the bricks, “You have one month. Just one. If I have to come all the way back to this shithole, I’ll make sure Mr. Barnes is the one that splatters your brains all over the ground.”

Tony watched the scene play out from a safe distance away, planning each step as Steve surprised him more and more with his unsure actions. To let an owing man go instead of beating and or killing the man was out of the ordinary for the Captain America. The man who did all of James Barne’s dirty work with the red, white and blue striped star vibranium shield and a sadistic smile while blood coated his face. Yet there he went, leaving the man with barely a concussion. Perfect for Stark, he had his own business to take care of.

He waltzed up behind the man, stumbling and gripping at his head, "Hey asshole, missed me?"

"Can't catch a fucking break." He mumbled under his breath, before placing a toothy smile at him, "Mr. Stark! Long time no see indeed. I'd love to stay and catch up but my poor wife is sick, I must get home to her right away."

Stark gave him a brow raise with an unamused chuckle, "Really? The whole wife is sick charades? Come on, a six year old can give a better excuse than that. Even Capsical probably knew that one was bullshit. That's why I'm surprised he took it easy on you. Can't really say I'll do the same though."

He held his hand out, releasing a shot of energy from the gadget wrapped around his hand. A prototype from a project he's been working on whenever he had enough free time. Relaxing wasn't much of his thing so he had plenty of it after work.

The man launched a few feet into the air before landing on his back with the wind completely knocked out of his lungs. Stark grew excited inside, thrilled his new toy was on the road to success. It still needed a few tweaks here and there but it was on the right path.

Stark stalked towards the gasping fish like man, a mocking expression growing, "Oh I am so sorry about that. Still a prototype, a bit hard to control at times but you know what isn't hard?" He grabbed the man by his blazer, pulling his face to meet Stark's, "Not buying from the fucking enemy."

"Tony-Mr. Stark, please give me another chance! It won't happen again, I promise."

Stark nodded slowly, thinking to himself for a moment, "You're right, it won't happen again."

With another flash of the gadget, the man's face vanished, blood splattered and pooling to the pavement as the headless body laid limp in Stark's hands. He released the body with an irritated huff, wiping his bloodied hand onto the man's suit. Blood pumped from the wound till it was drained from the remaining limbs, soaking Stark's brand new leather shoes in the coagulating substance.

"Damn it, I just bought these shoes."

The words still haunted Rose. Teasing her at how she'd given into the winter soldiers' devilish temptations and how much she enjoyed it. The detective side of her cheered, celebrating at the next step towards pinning down Barnes. Yet the emotional side of her was swallowing her whole in shame. When did she decide that this was the way around a case? By emotionally abusing herself into finding what she needed? She was in too deep at this point but the disappointing dwell remained, taunting her when she let her guard down.

James didn't want to admit it either. How he felt about her that is. He wanted to believe it was a possessive fuck and that was it, just like the others. Submissive little things they were but this mysterious woman, whose name he still didn't know, was completely different. She matched his behavior, like a lioness to his beast. Any move he tried on her she'd give right back to him, showing him she wasn't going to wait on her hands and knees for him like a good girl. She was as superior as him and knew it damn well. They were more alike than they both wanted to admit to. Fire against fire. Dangerous. Deadly. Simply disastrous. A euphoric combination if done correctly.

The light jazz music that played through the club was drowned out as the two challenged each other’s limits. Rose’s restraint against the devil’s touch, burning along her skin like cigarette being put out against it and James's patience, wearing thin as a fiber of hair that fell from her locks onto his suit, resistant until pulled hard enough, breaking with a snap. Their limits were closing in on them as they fought the inevitable.

James's thumb ran along her bottom lip, hungrily watching it pull and bounce back in place as he let it go. The lion’s growl rumbled tastefully in his chest, the grip on her throat intensifying, the cold vibranium sending pins and needles through her as it dragged up the back of her thigh, grabbing a handful of her plush backside. Rose bit her tongue, drawing the iron substance enough to coat her taste buds.

“Easy there big boy, it’s not polite to take without asking. I could so easily punish you for such a thing.” Her breath was raspy and breathless but her confidence roared, pushing at the beast with every intention of breaking him as he wanted with her.

“Oh, is that so?” He was as breathless as her, the tightness of his pants aching with need the more he watched her, lips tilted in a smirk while her eyes narrowed, scoping out her next attack. He knew it’d be one that’d make him lose himself, taking her right there, “I’d like to see you try doll.”

The emotion she held back for so long had finally broken from its twisted chain, gaining catastrophic freedom. Like a panther, it crept in the shadows low and quiet, crawling closer to the surface of her thoughts. It was an incurable hunger. She was hungry for him. For his touch, his body, him. He could feel it radiate from her when he was around her, alone and at the club. A pheromone that only they could sense and bonded to each other.

Rose drew her hands up his clothed thighs, maintaining eye contact as she neared the place that oozed with desperation. She waited patiently, locking on every emotion that ran through his eyes, lust, surprise, beautiful sex filled rage and lastly, pleasure. She almost missed her opportunity as she almost unleashed herself right then and there when the moan that released from his lips ripped straight through to her center. Tasting the iron on her tongue again, snapped her out of her lust filled daze, bringing her to the next step of brutally teasing the man folding within her grasp. Quite literally. Her grip on him was nothing one would consider gentle.

"Sit. down.” She commanded in his ear, squeezing the clothed flesh warningly.

There was that glare again, angered by the need to be obedient or else she’d punish him further by leaving. That is, if she could make it to the door in time. He already knew the answer but would save that chase for another day.

With her hand still gripping below his belt, twitching from the sting her nails were leaving, he sat in one of the velvet chairs that decorated the center of the room.

Her eyes roamed his unraveling position, breath growing heavier as she removed her hand from him, “Such a gentleman, providing quite an inviting seat for me.”, he released another growling moan as her laced core met with his, feeling the amount of heat it was truly radiating, “Good boy.”

The sound of his patience snapping seemed like it could be heard from miles away, every last bit of it leaving his body as her hips rolled against him, "God you’re in so much fucking trouble now doll.”

Trouble wasn’t the word for what he gave her.

The memory lingered both mentally and physically. She could still feel the way he touched her that night. How primal it all was. Gentle could never be used to describe it. He fucked the way he acted, arrogant and teasing. He would do everything but what his partner truly wanted, waiting for the gasped pleadings to begin but Rose knew better than to feed into his games, she was no beggar.

Rose felt his presence enter the room before his hands touched her. His fingers dancing dangerously low on her hips, his chest leaning heavily against her back, "Still dreaming of me doll? Aren't you so sweet?"

God his voice pissed her the fuck off, especially in the morning when it was gravely and low. The chill it gave her body was undeniable and she hated everything he did that gave her pleasure. She wanted this all to be painless and over with but the more time went on with him and Steve too for that matter, the heavy bitter ache hardened a little more, edging closer to shattering.

She almost completely forgot about Steve in this betrayal. Sweet, goofball Steve Rogers. The man whose been nothing but affectionate and attentive towards her and in return she’s fucking his best friend and boss. How much lower could she scoop than that?

It’s for work. An important case she can’t fuck up. And for crying out loud they’re criminals. She’ll repeat that till she succeeds. Fake it till you make it right?

Rose smacked at his hands, ignoring the way it made her skin tingle, focusing on the uncooked pancake in the pan in front of her, "Nope, I'm thinking of all the pancakes I'm going to make you watch me eat."

He tisked in her ear, his teeth grazing her lobe, "Don't be so cruel, after all I did for you last night? Maybe you need to be spanked again."

She held the urge to tilt her head for him, scrunching her shoulder instead to pry his teeth from her like a misbehaved puppy, "Don't be mistaken now, I did an awful lot to you too Mr. Barnes. I can't let you take all the credit."

She turned to face him as he tried pressing himself into her, eyes low and lips parted, inviting him to come closer. He took the bait, locking her against the counter with his arms as he welcomed himself against her body, digging the growing arousal into the front of her thigh. Another betraying kink she refused to admit, holding back the darkness that wanted to cloud her vision, begging to take control. Her consciousness cracked the whip at the hungry lioness, forcing it back into its cave. It laid, waiting impatiently, the hunger only growing as his hands ran up her belly, forcing the muscles to tighten and twitch. Before he could touch her lips, her hand, caked in uncooked batter, rubbed the sticky sweet substance all over his face.

Her face held an inch of amusement as she watched him blink back the residue from his eyes, tongue grazing over his teeth. He was pissed, which only grew her amusement more, "Now sit your ass down like a good little boy and be patient while I finish cooking."

He let out a dark laugh, his face staring her down, only centimeters apart, "Sorry, I'm not too good at listening."

She couldn't hold back the gasp from her lips as cold, sticky batter was poured over her head and down her upper body onto James's button down shirt she had stolen earlier that morning. Her eyes never left his, indescribable rage settling within them while he stared with triumph.

The anger turned into panic as she realized the black wig that's been hiding her identity in this whole charade is now coated in the substance as well and can't be washed and dried unless it's off her, if she bothered to try at all. It was to the point of being ruined, the cheap strands hard and heavy, threatening to break off.

She tried to maintain her breathing as she pushed herself away from James and the messy kitchen, walking back to the bedroom where her things remained. She needed to get out of here before anything could be revealed.

James met her in the doorway, casually filling the space with his lean body, arms lazily crossed against his pecs, "Come on doll, don't be like that. It's nothing a shower and some cock won't fix."

She ignored him, changing back into the clothes she wore from the night before, using what little fabric that remained clean on the discarded shirt to get the rest of the batter off from her arms and chest. It was mostly hardened and flaking but at least it wasn’t as uncomfortable, long enough for her to get home and shower the rest off in peace.

James followed her out the bedroom, a scowl plastered on his face, looking like the bad tempered puppy he was, "Are you really mad at me doll?"

Rose could barely hear him from her heart pounding. Here she was, already in a twisted, sadistic styled game of cat and mouse but she had no idea who was who anymore. She felt like the mouse in this situation, running right into the cat’s trap as she tried not to break into a sprint for the door. She could feel the wig’s hold slipping, strands of her real hair peeking out around her face. She was almost to the end of the hallway when she felt his presence right at her back. It was too late. She was too slow.

James had enough of her silent treatment at yet another lack of response from her, lost in her own world it seemed. Staring determinedly at the door to the apartment, her pace picking up as she edged closer. Was she running away from him? He despised being ignored especially when something was wrong and he had no clue of what caused it. When he talked to you, he expected an answer back and he expected it quickly and clearly. Stuttering pissed him off.

Rose felt the metal fingers wrap around the crusty black strands, tugging back to get her to stop. The wig could no longer hold against his grip, lying trapped around his fingers like a spiderweb, as it pulled away from her head. Her auburn hair cascaded down her back as it was released from its hold, leaving Rose paralyzed in the center of the hallway. She didn’t move, didn’t breathe. If she ran, dead. Mouthed off, dead. She was trapped, playing dead at this point, knowing either way she was going to get toyed with till she was a limp fuzz ball ready to be eaten.

The vibranium hand threw the wig across the room, replacing its grip on her throat as it spun her to face him, pinning her against the wall by her throat, "What fucking games are you playing at here Rose?”

Rose didn't act surprised or scared, even as he began cutting off her air supply, "Oh don't act like you didn't have any suspicion James. I saw how you questioned it, why I seemed so familiar to you yet you couldn’t put your finger on it. I'm surprised it took you this long to find out."

"I should kill you right here right fucking now." He growled out, rage and..hurt? In his eyes.

She let out a humorless chuckle, "I know you won't, you know why? Because I'm the only one who can please you the way you could only dream of. That's why you keep begging me to come back to warm that overpriced piece of foam for you. I give you something no one else can and I'm not just talking about my pussy."

He shook his head as if trying to push away her words from entering his mind, "Shut up! You don't know anything about me."

Her voice had grown scratchy and hoarse, a haunting sound when she tried to talk, "I know everything about you."

The sentence held so much meaning, a threatening one. It made James paranoid again, conspiracy theories building in his head as flashbacks clouded his mind. He was losing his battle with the other half of him. The half they made him. The other piece of the puzzle he never wanted to connect to again. But that was a battle he could only hold back for so long at a time.

The vibranium arm hummed louder, buzzing like wasps in her ears, as he pressed her further into the wall, all sensible thinking gone. The Winter Soldier was crawling from the cave buried deep within him.

"Watch yourself Rose. James is not a man to be toyed with."

Wilson's words kept ringing through her ear as stars formed in her vision. Maybe she should've listened. Been a good girl and kept her mouth shut long enough to get what she needed and run before it was too late. But no, she was raised with a powerfully stubborn personality that lacked a care for consequences. It finally came back to bite her in the ass.

As her eyes started to close, hands falling from the cold metal extension, the grip from her throat loosened as the front door slammed open with a bang.

"What the fuck is going on here?"

Part 9

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LBTS: The moon (Julieta x Fem!Reader)

1st part || The sun || The stars || The eclipse

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"I'm not going to kiss her"

Julieta stopped at the door when she heard your voice from the patio and her feet immediately changed course. It was still a surprise to her the effect you had on her whole being since the day she met you in town when you ran to look for her because Bruno had hurt himself.

She remembered perfectly well what a surprise it was for her to see how truly concerned you were for him. You hadn't even bothered to introduce yourself or anything, you just took her hand like you'd known her all your life and led her to Bruno.

Most people wouldn't even bother to go with her after telling her that one of her siblings was hurt, but you? You had stayed there the entire time, making sure Bruno was okay before pulling him into a tight hug and scolding him for scaring you.

The next thing she knew, you were introducing yourself and your eyes had roamed her entire soul. You had the warmest smile and the most beautiful laugh that she had ever known and something just happened at that moment. Maybe it was the fact that you were the first person who treated her little brother with respect and affection, maybe it was that you had been interested, not in her gift, but in her and her love for cooking, maybe it was that you didn't have huge expectations of her, you just wanted to meet Julieta Madrigal, the girl, not the healer. Maybe it was all that and more, she wasn't sure, but suddenly it had been impossible to stop thinking about you.

So now, she couldn't afford not to see you when you were literally feet away from her. The brunette wasn't too surprised when she saw you in disguise with her brother. Another thing she loved about you was that you didn't care what others might think of you and you would always be by Bruno's side in his sometimes childish plays and games. You were happy and you made him happy and therefore Julieta was also happy. She loved watching you perform.

"Julita!" You greeted her as soon as you saw her.

As you approached her, the brunette tried to keep a neutral smile, grateful that the dark color of her skin well hid the blush that she felt growing rapidly on her cheeks.

"Hello Y/N" she smiled at you

"You're just in time!" you said excitedly "come, we needed one more"

The oldest triplet let you drag her over to the boards you were using as a makeshift stage, too busy keeping the feel of your hand in hers in her mind.

"Julieta?" Bruno asked

"Why not?" you shrugged "we need someone else"

"What about Bessie?"

"Nuno, you know I love you, Bessie knows I love her too, but I'm not going to kiss a rat" you said with your arms crossed and a straight face.

Julieta let out a soft squeak as her brain registered the word "kiss." What were you planning to put her in? And more importantly, was she going to accept?

"Well, you miss out on Bessie's acting skills" your best friend shrugged.

"So" you turned to Julieta with a smile "Would you be my princess?"

"W-what?" she gasped, she was sure her blush was now evident

"I'm the prince, Bruno is the wizard, and we need a princess" you explained "And you're already beautiful, so you're perfect"

The brunette didn't even register the moment she nodded and she didn’t even mind that it was a kiss on the cheek. Her mind just went blank throughout the play, only focusing on the fact that you had called her beautiful.

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"Mom...can we talk?"

Alma turned to see her oldest daughter fiddling with the edge of her apron, something that told her the girl was nervous. Julieta was the quietest and calmest of her children, always the most responsible and mature. Seeing her like this, like a lost child, worried her.

"Is something wrong, mija?"

"N-no" the girl assured quickly "it's just…I've been thinking and…remember when you said we should start thinking about the future? Find someone to…you know"

The older woman was surprised. She had had a talk with her three children about marriage and children, hoping to add to the Madrigal lineage as soon as possible, and although Pepa had had a few boyfriends here and there, neither Bruno nor Julieta had.

Her youngest son tried, for the good of the family, to woo a few girls, but his gift always ended up driving them all away (which is why she had been delighted to see you being so close to him when she first met you), while Julieta simply wasn't interested in anyone. Some guys caught her attention, but not enough to return their affections. So this, this was a surprise.

"Did you find someone, mija?" she asked bluntly

"I…well…I think so" Julieta murmured, she felt her face heat up and she couldn't take her eyes off the ground.

"Well, that's wonderful!" Alma said to her proudly "Who is the lucky boy? Is he handsome? Although you are beautiful, mija, I should not worry about my grandchildren's appearances. Treating you well and making you happy will be enough"

Julieta felt her heart stop at her mother's words. She was used to this, to having such high expectations placed on her shoulders, and would usually go out of her way to meet her mother's standards. But this was different, she wanted to decide on this and for once, she took the courage to speak up and choose her own happiness.

"Mom" she spoke a little louder to stop the other woman's tirade "I…she's not a man" she said as gently as she could.

The room went deathly silent and the tension could be cut with a knife. Alma looked at her daughter's face, searching for any sign of a lie. Perhaps her other children had finally managed to convince her precious Julieta to play a prank on her. Maybe she was just confused.

But her daughter's eyes told her no: this was real, this was what her little girl wanted. Her golden girl was in love with another woman. The silence lasted a few seconds, but it felt like hours to Julieta and she felt her eyes sting with unshed tears.

"Who is she?" Alma finally asked, firmly but not coldly.

"...Y/N" the girl's voice came out in a whisper.

The Madrigal matriarch felt her blood run cold. Y/N. That sweet and tender girl in whom she had placed her hopes to have grandchildren from her Brunito. You, without knowing, had made the wrong triplet fall in love with you.

"Julieta-"

"Please" the girl begged "Please mom. I never ask you for anything, please let me have this"

She didn't know where she was getting the strength to go against her mother, to plead like this, but on the few times she had really thought about marriage, it was your face she saw and she knew that it was you or no one

"Why her?" Alma asked

Julieta came prepared for that specific question and she took a small piece of paper out of her apron pocket. She offered it to her mother with trembling hands. The older woman carefully unfolded the yellowed piece and found fine writing:

Never forget how perfectly imperfect you are, princess.

Alma looked at her daughter and Julieta simply went to the counter to take the jar of sugar and a small sack of flour. She held them out to her mother to open and the other was surprised to find two more notes:

Remember that even the moon has to rest. Take care of yourself, Julita<3

You are the most beautiful thing my eyes have seen.

"How did you-"

"She always leaves me notes in places she knows I'll be able to find them. On the tomatoes, the beans, the utensil drawer" Julieta explained "she reminds me to rest from time to time and...that I'm cute?"

Alma looked at her oldest daughter and felt a pang in her chest as she recognized the same look of love that she had once seen on Pedro. She knew that you were a wonderful girl, full of sweetness, but she had no idea that you would try so hard to take care not only of Brunito but of her sweet Julieta as well.

"Mija" she spoke carefully, taking her daughter's hands to make her look at her "are you sure?"

Julieta nodded "she...she makes me feel loved. She makes me happy, mom"

Alma sighed but squeezed the girl's hands in a comforting gesture. She would have loved to have grandchildren from Julieta, but she was nobody to deny love to her little girl.

"Then you have my blessing" she smiled at her.

Julieta's face lit up and she looked at her mother with a huge relieved smile. She couldn't believe it and literally threw herself into her arms.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you. You are the best, mom"

Alma laughed and hugged her back "go find that girl" she told her "but come back before 10 o'clock"

Julieta broke away from the hug and simply nodded, turning quickly to go look for you, her heart beating at 1000 per second. The older woman got up and poured herself a glass of water to calm herself down a bit. This was a huge surprise, yes, but if it made Julieta happy, she could come to terms with it. Besides, she already adored you, so she at least was grateful that among all the girls that her eldest daughter could fall in love with, it was you.

She didn't expect that her other daughter, her precious sun, would arrive a few minutes later to throw her into a crossroads.

"Mamá, I want to marry Y/N"

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