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12. Gossip girl, gone

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF SUBSTANCE ABUSE, MENTAL HEALTH, MATURE CONTENT AND DEATH

AND just like that, Gossip Girl went nuclear. Every tip sent in had been exposed and posted for all to see. Fights ensured, both physical and verbal across Manhattan. It was a mayhem that not even Winifred Dubois could cause... yet.

"24 tips Winifred?" Winnie heard her mom scrutinise her as she sauntered out of the living room where her parents resided in the morning.

"Relax, it's not like I'm committing crimes," she rebutted, feigning shock when they cast her glares, "oops too soon?"

"Leave, now," Luc gritted.

Winnie saluted them, "Yes, chief."

Caesar gave her a Bottega handbag (which the brand sent her for free) and her phone that had been ringing off the hook.

She groaned when she saw it was a group call and begrudgingly picked up.

"I knew Wellington sent in that tip about me and you," she heard her girlfriend's smooth voice.

"It was obvious," Winnie replied, sounding bored when Caesar passed her coat and gloves.

"And how did you know about my dad?" Julian's voice blared through her phone.

Winnie scowled, "Oh, Julian's on this call? I'm jumping off."

"All your dad's victims knew about your dad," Ginny added and everyone could tell she was smirking.

"And yes I knew about what happened," Winnie declared, putting her phone on speaker as she looked at her reflection.

Her outfit was more subtle than usual, cheaper than the previous day, give or take a thousand. It was black with hints of green instead of her favourite purple.

One look towards Caesar and he escorted out of the house and into the blistering cold. Snow fell graciously -- they rushed through it so Winnie's hair wouldn't get touched.

Julian scoffed, "All this to push your dad's campaign?"

"If the campaign is where your problem lies, your priorities are more fucked up than we thought," Winnie snorted, covering her head with her hand.

"See Jules," Audrey stressed from beside her friend.

"Fuck off hope," Winnie snapped.

"Ladies, ladies, we have a truce," Monet insisted, just as Luna joined her in her foyer with notes about the Gossip Girl tips in hand.

Winnie finally hopped into the car which Zoya already sat in, with her hair newly braided and boredom splatted on her face. The freshman wasn't on the call but she heard enough.

"Seems like it's ending now," she remarked as Caesar sat opposite them.

"Is that Zoya?" Julian gasped, "I thought you were in your room?"

Zoya scrunched up her nose.

Winnie almost flinched when Monet screeched, "You're still driving her around?!"

"What?!" Julian and Audrey yelled.

Winnie rolled her eyes, "I don't drive. She's getting a lift, you should be happy Julian that your sister hasn't been kidnapped or got lost around the city, and ended up having sex with a mole person."

"How long-winded was that excuse," Luna said scanning the whiteboard beside Monet.

"Who put 2 cents in Miss La's hole?" Winnie taunted.

"Salty... at 8 am, have you taken your pills?" Luna gibed, ignoring the glare received from Monet.

Ginny was quick to jump in, "Have you removed your head from Julian's ass?"

"Bitch," Luna snarled.

"Cunt," Winnie spat.

Zoya's eyes widened at the squabbling, but to say she wasn't entertained would be a lie.

"Ladies," Monet stressed.

"I told you the truce wouldn't last." Zoya expressed to an irritant Winnie.

Monet snapped, "I'm talking!"

"I can't be around this negative energy," Audrey grumbled, wanting to leave the call.

"Then off yourself," Winnie advised with a malicious smile.

Luna snickered, "A dead friend might boost Jules' followers. Nothing screams broken but can be fixed again like grief."

"What Lu? Maybe but Ladies! We have a truce, remember? I won't be the only one honouring it. GG exposing all of us, malicious as it may be, It was certainly a plot twist." Monet ranted, "Don't play the fucking blame game when we're all at fault. And acting like we all don't take pleasure in each other's misfortune is an even bigger lie."

"How mature," Winnie narrowed her eyes at her phone, "Are you possessed Mon?"

"Honey, not now," Monet hissed.

Winnie chuckled, "Apologies."

"I didn't send in one tip," Audrey decided to add.

"Oh Saint Audrey," Ginny drawled.

They could hear Luna's dry laughter.

"I only sent tips when I was under attack," Zoya felt the urge to defend herself.

"If I dressed like a lumber Jack, I would expect to be attacked 24/7," Luna mocked, earning a grin from Monet.

Zoya's jaw tightened, "See!"

"Lu!" Julian exclaimed.

Having heard enough of their voices, Winnie reluctantly suggested, "Annual New Year Hudson bash to continue the facade?"

Winnie and Ginny were only invited every year because the Menzies' history will their families and although the girls rarely went, they were going this year, as were their plus ones: Zoya and Billy.

"Brilliant idea," Monet cheered.

"I know," Winnie agreed, before hanging up the phone.

Zoya inhaled deeply, "It won't last."

"Oh, I know," Winnie didn't care much for the truce, so she called out to her driver, "To Brooklyn bakery please."

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The days after Christmas were more tension-filled than usual, which drove Winnie out of her house and with the help of her pill bottle she could just about stomach it.

Calls to and from her therapist worked and as much as she hated to admit it, talking to an unbiased individual about her problems was helpful.

So when she dropped by Ginny's she was happy to see not only her closest friend but her cheeky concubine also.

The Wellington penthouse was always warm and toasty regardless of the verbal domestics between Ginny's parents.

The first thing Winnie saw was the couple...? No, just the intense fling bickering on the couches with a Pixar movie playing in the background.

"You told GG I had a small dick? Why?" She heard Billy's question.

"You said I bleached my hair, babe," Ginny whined.

"I was kidding," Billy started playing with a few strands.

"And no one told you to post your dick to prove her wrong."

"And no one told GG to post about minors' anatomy, I mean I wouldn't care as long as she's actually a student," Winnie commented, seemingly irked as she adjusted her fur hat, interrupting their conversation.

Ginny rose from Billy's lap, rounding the sofa, mirroring her friend's expression and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Billy merely beamed at her as she Winnie rid herself of her coat.

"Who else would she be?" Ginny asked, gesturing one of her maids to take Winnie's shoes and other belongings.

"A good student with impeccable vocab."

"Or an English teacher."

Billy laughed, "You get your kicks arresting teachers."

"Ginny likes getting them fired," Winnie pointed out, sitting down opposite them.

"You got rid of our last French teacher for giving you an A minus," Ginny chuckled.

Winnie shrugged as she brought her knees to her chest, "You encouraged me to do it."

Ginny cooed, "And look how happy you are for it.

Winnie playfully scoffed, "Now shut up and play the movie, I've gotta be back at home in time to pack and relax."

Billy grimaced, "Do we have to go?"

"Yes."

The blondes exchanged an aggravating look.

"We all know it's Monet who's forcing you," Ginny started, earning a glare.

Billy agreed, "First the truce and now —"

" — fuck you both and press play," Winnie couldn't help but snap.

"You're being mean!" Billy huffed, throwing his head back.

"I told you not to expect anything different," Winnie deadpanned.

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Now back in her townhouse, Winnie allowed Abaddon to lay on her as she leaned on the sofa behind her. At first, he was hesitant but grew used to her stroking his fur and occasionally scratching at his stomach.

It wasn't a minute later, that Monet appeared by the door of the conservatory, eyes softening at the sight as the snow fell and stuck to the vast windows.

Initially, the De Haan teen was a little pissed and sceptical, being in the Dubois estate had her on edge, especially after the little conversation she overheard her parents talking about. Not just that, but to hear her girlfriend kept Zoya on a tight leash frustrated her, of course, she couldn't say much, considering she still represented someone Winnie loathed, but there was a truce and until there were signs of it breaking she would keep her mouth shut.

Winnie glanced up from the heated floor she sat on, to see Monet adorning a lynx hooded coat – one of the few outfits that she bought her for Christmas. Monet also wore a light brown wig perfectly installed on her head.

Real human hair since synthetic had them both on edge.

"You know I would mistake you for a stalker," Winnie teased, ruffling Adaddon's fur before he caught the familiar scent of the other heiress, causing him to rush over and greet her with happy barks.

Monet smiled as she lowered down, petting him excitedly, she too knew what it was like to receive only limited affection from Winnie.

"No stalker looks as flawless as me," she sassed, walking over to sit beside her girlfriend with Addadon in tow, who constantly looked between them.

"I can't disagree on that," Winnie paused, "No kiss?"

"Sorry," Monet murmured, cupping her face and pressing a warm kiss to her lips.

Winnie's tone lowered as she leaned into her touch, "You've been saying that a lot recently, what's up with you?"

"Minor issues that can easily be remedied, all packed?"

"Three bags and a suitcase."

"You're copying me," Monet pouted, dropping her hand to grab hers.

"No, you're influencing me," Winnie opted to say, "just goes to show how much power we have doesn't it?"

A smirk tugged at Monet's lips, "Vogue called me this morning, they want to do a profile on us."

"I got that same call. 4th of january is when they want to see us."

"Can't wait," Monet squealed at the kisses peppering her face, "Stop Win, my makeup – and just because ruined yours on boxing day, doesn't give you the right at revenge."

"Oh revenge tastes so sweet and feels so wet," Winnie's eyes darkened, "and the sounds revenge makes when she about to cu–" she chuckled at the nudge she received. "What? Too crude for you?"

"Not crude enough," the desire for Monet to spend more time with her girlfriend was peaking and as much as she loved it, she was still very cautious of when she was around her. "I need to tell you something."

Winnie quirked up a brow, "Is it what you wanted to tell me before but was too pussy to say?"

Her question made Monet playfully groan.

"I hate that you know me so well."

"Well, what are partners for? Spill."

Monet rolled her shoulders back and scanned the room, before rushing out, "I love spending time with you and being away from you irritates me. It nauseates me when you are away with off-brand Ken and Barbie. You have a hold over me that at times I want to disappear, but it makes me feel warm and safe, just as much as I feel wary and afraid that something between us," she squeezed her hand harder, staring deeply into her eyes she couldn't bring herself to look away, "-- will implode because of something small and yet, I'm still here. Call me possessive, call me a jealous bitch but when I get something, I won't let it go, unless someone forces my hand."

By the end of her confession, she had closed the distance between them, feeling the corniest sparks fly off her words and into Winnie's pretty brown eyes.

The Dubois heiress was speechless, dozens of things rested on the tip of her tongue and yet when she opened her mouth to speak, something tugged her back.

A split second was all it took for Monet's lightness and calm to deflate until soft lips attacked hers.

Winnie tried her hardest to pour everything she felt into their kiss, the ease Monet caused her to feel and sometimes the torment. From erotic pleasure to happiness she made sure her girlfriend knew what she needed to say but couldn't. Her tears fell onto Monet's cheeks as the kiss grew more in sync and passionate. It was deep and true. Between the soft whines and the breathy whimpers, they had a taste of home and what it should feel like.

Only when they pulled away did they stop to breathe and giggle like two little school girls as Abaddon barked and ran around the room.

Monet wiped away her tears and Winnie fixed her smudged make-up.

They were so caught up in their own bubble they didn't see Max walk up.

"Sigh, love makes me sick."

He caught their attention, leaning against the threshold of the conservatory.

Winnie's glossy eyes narrowed at his defeated state. Max looked exhausted and was supposed to be in Wainscott with Gideon, but opted for bashes as orgies instead. He was drugged up and fucked out and still felt the remanence of Aki and Audrey all over his mind and body.

"You look foul, how did security let you in?" Monet questioned, mildly concerned.

"Raw sex appeal," he deadpanned, disregarding the barking from Abaddon.

"And it's reeking." Winnie thought he looked raggedy, he's spirally only escalated since their sleepover.

Monet leaned against her girlfriend's shoulder, "And you're still avoiding your boorish ball and chain?"

"Not avoiding. They don't exist to me," his scowl was unconvincing.

"Until they do," the girls said in unison, making him scoff.

"God, you two are annoyingly hot together," he brought out a small container as he neared them, "I don't know whether to look away or stare profusely."

Monet glared, "Look away."

Winnie's phone rang as they stared the other down, she picked up when she saw it was her mom and regretfully answered, speaking in French alerting Margaux she wasn't alone. Neither Monet nor Max cared but were enticed by her effortless accent. Winnie was informed that her mom and dad were going to be back soon from their meeting with Nate Archibald – Billy's nephew and William's grandson.

"I always forget you can do that. It's so hot," Max remarked when the phone call ended.

Winnie huffed out a laugh, stoking her girlfriend's arm when Monet sneered, "Watch it."

Max finally cracked a crooked smile, "Oh I will."

"And you seriously need a shower," Monet added snarkily when he sat behind them.

Winnie squeezed her arm as they turned around to face him, "Oh what happened to the truce you were formidably trying to enforce?"

"You're still doing that? Post tipgate?" Max leaned back surveying the lifeless room that was full of jolly ornaments which did very little to change his mood.

Monet pursed her lips, "Attempting to —"

" — but failing," Winnie interrupted.

"Just break it, it's not like anything lasts in this world," Monet scrunched up her face at his words, "Anyway I only stopped by to give you these," he dropped the container of cookies in Winnie's lap, "and to say I'll be joining you on the post new years trip to Cancun. My dad talked to your mom about it, and says I need to spend time away."

Monet feigned glee, "Goody."

"You're riding with me and Zoya to Hudson," Winnie added. Monet held her tongue at the mention of the freshmen. "And the bleached blondes will be there too."

"My favourite lesbians won't be dry humping in the backseat? What a shame," Max tutted, suppressing the urge to scoff at Billy and Ginny's coupling.

"On the way back, yes," Winnie wasn't joking and the look in her eyes had Monet's stomach fluttering, "But meet me here first thing tomorrow," she sent a pointed look at Max, "And try to be sober."

"No promises," he sent them a wink, slapped his knees and rose.

The couple watched as he got further out of sight.

"So... wanna bathe together?" Monet suggested, watching as Winnie basked in the faint smell of the cookies on her lap.

Winnie quirked a brow, "But the way you're scowling... are you sure you won't drown me?"

"I would never kill you, honey," Monet's eyes never left hers, "or anyone," she added, making Winnie cock her head to the side and shift. "And I have to go to Jules' to help her downsize. But a good bathtime fuck is on the cards right?"

"Always."

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The ride over to the quaint weekend house was filled with silence, Zoya listened to her music, Winnie snacked on the leftover cookies, Max slept off another hangover, whilst Ginny and Billy doted and murmured delicate things to each other. Caesar drove over an hour in advance.

Zoya was shocked by the size of the grounds, even covered in snow and it looked huge.

Julian, Luna and Monet left their car first and were quick to be welcomed by Aki and Audrey. And later the property Manager Kenneth.

"Max," Winnie nudged the boy who grunted when he woke. Zoya got out with Billy and Ginny, "we're here."

"Can we turn back?" he flinched when the doors shut and they were the only teens left. "Call your mom to get us a 'copter out. The helipad is only back there."

"Maximus."

"Winfired," he mocked but reluctantly opened the door, and rounded the car to open up her side. "Milady."

"I hate you," she grumbled when they stalked towards the house.

Aki and Audrey tried tearing him away from the girl but she moved.

Caesar nodded towards Winnie and she could see he was already accustomed to Kenneth.

Monet quickly joined her, pecking her lips with a smile.

Everyone's coats were quickly taken as they were forced to interact.

"I need to smoke," Billy groaned at the pure awkwardness.

Max hummed, "The first time I'm agreeing with you."

"Oh god," Ginny scoffed at the pair of them.

"Obie! You came," Julian welcomed brightly but her smile fell when he ushered in the girl he'd been seeing.

"Everybody, this is Grace. And I hope that I'm not making a huge mistake introducing you to her," he tugged on Grace, the girl who epitomised the 'girl next door' look so effortlessly.

Winnie hid her smirk in Monet's neck.

Billy simply wrapped an arm around Ginny.

"Thank you so much for having me, Akeno," Grace's smile never faded, despite being very nervous.

Obie chuckled, "That's exactly how his mom says it."

Grace briefly panicked, "Oh, did I get it wrong?"

"No, that's how you're supposed to say it. Nice to meet you," Aki forcibly smiled from beside Audrey who did anything but.

Max zoned out and didn't notice a new person standing so close.

It wasn't until Grace turned to the Dubois heiress did she did her eyes doubled in size.

"Winnie nice seeing you again," she knew that Winnie's bodyguard wouldn't be far so she cast him a gentle smile, "Caesar you too."

The stoic man nodded at her.

"You guys know each other?" Julian was confused, as was everyone else.

Monet turned to her girlfriend with an expecting look.

Winnie hummed, "Yup."

Grace smiled at the blonde boy, who she recognised from a charity event hosted by his father, "Billy."

It was Ginny's turn to face him.

"Gracie," Billy greeted then looked away.

Ginny repeated, "Gracie?"

Monet and Luna exchanged a look, the former more annoyed than anything.

Grace beamed, "You must be Ginny, Both Winnie and Billy have told me so much about you. Just as pretty as they described. And I follow your Instagram, who knew you could make blue my favourite colour?"

Ginny's silence caused Grace to glance around.

Monet cleared her throat, "I'm Monet, Winnie's girlfriend since she told you so much about everyone excluding me."

"Mon," Winnie breathed out as her girlfriend shrugged her off.

Grace shook her head, "Actually she mentioned at the most recent charity event that you're her person."

"Oh shit," Billy whispered to a frustrated Ginny.

"Oh," Monet regretfully gulped, turning to Winnie who chose to look ahead.

Everyone else glanced around, trying to avoid the tension, but if they caught the others of another, they knew they'd laugh.

So they started introducing themselves.

"Luna," the La girl went first.

"Zoya," the freshman awkwardly waved.

Julian said, "I'm J..."

Grace cut her off, "No introduction necessary. I've been following you for years, and half the products on my face come from you. And I know this is a special weekend for y'all, and I'm honoured to be included."

"No, it was imperative that you come, actually. No, please, make yourself comfortable," Julian insisted, whilst Winnie grumbled under her breath, bringing Max out of his dissociation, but he didn't dare look up from the ground.

Everyone went to move, Monet more so to de-escalate an incoming argument, but Grace started greeting the staff who were immersed all at once.

"Hi there, Grace." she shook their hands, shocking most of the room, "Grace. Lovely to meet you."

"Hello," a maid smiled, overwhelmed by her friendliness.

"Hi. How are you?"

Julian panicked, turning to some of them, "It's so nice to see you again, uh... " she trailed off, embarrassed that she didn't know her name.

"Rosa," the head maid gritted.

Julian vigorously nodded, "Rosa."

Max finally broke from his disassociative state, " So, what did I miss?" he blinked rapidly when he saw Grace, "Who are you?"

Ginny couldn't help but laugh. "It's Obie's friend."

"It's okay, you can say it," Grace said gently.

Julian stepped forward, "Girlfriend?"

Grace waved her off, with a smile, "Oh. God, no. Not yet. I was gonna say date."

Max turned to an irritant-looking Winnie and sighed.

Aki cleared his throat, "Um... Obie, do you wanna give Grace the tour?"

"Yeah, let's go," Obie didn't hesitate to pull her away.

Julian pulled Monet and Luna over, stressing about the facade she couldn't keep up, "When you invited Camilla to dinner, I didn't think I was gonna have to act like Princess fucking Diana all weekend with a fake smile plastered on my face."

"Well I didn't know you knew Grace, Win," Monet turned to her girlfriend who was already ascending the stairs.

Max avoided Aki and Audrey's pleasantries and followed his friend.

"You never asked," Winnie retorted, shooting her girlfriend a fake smile, "Or seem to let people finish introducing you."

Monet frowned, "Win."

Everyone was dispersing, Zoya knew to find her room and so Ginny went with her.

Billy eyed the blonde as she left his view.

"William," Luna called out to him, "any intel on Grace?" Julian gawked at her, "What? It won't hurt to ask the son of a businessman, uncle to a politician and an ex-mayor of the city about the daughter of some Virginia state senator."

"He won't help Lu," Monet exclaimed, ignoring the narrowed look from the boy. "Probably blocked out her god-awful country accent every time he fell into her."

Luna chuckled.

"A little drink never hurts when you want to know someone's true nature," he replied, eyes darting between Julian and Luna, "so it won't be hard, Calloways love getting people to drink right?"

He jogged away, narrowly avoiding their glares and curses.

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Margaux had been blowing up her daughter's phone all day, but Winnie paid it no mind. On a subconscious level, she came to the weekend house to escape the hell back home, but she knew it would follow her whenever she was.

Chaos was only her friend when she created it. She thrived, but only when she embraced it and ever since she started therapy she had been almost regressing, however, Dr Anchor called it progress.

But in actuality, Winnie felt weaker, calm but weaker nonetheless.

So after unpacking, she came downstairs with a vaping Max who continued joking about wanting to take all of her pills and fade away.

Monet was stubborn and instead of apologising for the first time in a while, she had been advising Julian, therefore Winnie chose to sit towards the end of the dining table with Max, Zoya was next to join, creating a big gap between them and the others.

Billy and Ginny were no doubt fucking away their differences.

Julian chuckled as she presented a dish, "I just whipped up a little something to start our meal. I got that duck sausage that you like, so I thought..."

Obie forced out a smile, "Beautiful," then Grace cleared her throat, showcasing her own dish that was clearly homemade.

Julian gritted her teeth, "Is that pasta from scratch?"

"Just pici, it's easier than you think," Grace smiled.

"No, she's being humble. Literally, everything that she cooks is unreal," Obie was grinning ear to ear.

The whole thing made Winnie want to down a whole bottle of vodka.

Reading her mind, Max went to leave the table, but Audrey cleared her throat, " I think we forgot to make the sangria."

"That's an emphatic yes from me," Max sat back down, beside the studious girl, who neglected to see all the yearning looks from her girlfriend.

"I'll just text Kenneth to bring the wine up," Aki eagerly said, turning to Audrey.

Obie suggested, "No, Grace and I can go grab the wine. I wanted to show her the cellar."

Julian's voice rose, "No! I... Grace needs to show us how to eat her pasta."

"I can go," Zoya exclaimed, wanting to leave.

Winnie craned her neck to the side, to whisper, "Pussy."

"You're just jealous," Zoya countered childishly.

Julian hastily agreed, "Right. Z, can grab the wine?"

"Where?"

Audrey informed, "The cellar. So, go past the kitchen to the door at the base of the stairs, make a right, and then continue down that hallway until you see another stairway. And that's where it is."

Zoya squinted, "Okay"

She practically raced out of the room.

Winnie turned to the deflated boy next to her, "We should go and help Zoya."

"What?!" Audrey shrieked.

"Why?" Monet didn't want her to go, but Winnie wanted to be anywhere else.

"You read my mind, Miss Dubois," Max stood up, clasping his hands, "have fun eating homemade pasta."

The moment they made it out of the room, they both let out a sigh of relief.

"We're not actually helping Z right?"

"I doubt she's even getting the wine," Winnie chuckled.

"Hey, I need your advice," he inhaled his vape pen, as they strolled further away from the dining room, finding a vast window to look out onto the chilling landscape.

"Audrey and Aki?" Winnie asked knowingly, and when she was sent a nod she tsked, "When was the last time they made you happy? And it didn't involve fucking?"

Well, that had Max stumped.

"They want me," was all he could say.

"You need someone that needs you, like the air you breathe or whatever those insta quotes say," she smiled when he laughed, "come on you need to know your worth, drinking won't make you realize it, it will only lower your self-esteem and your standards. Don't think I don't remember our conversation about love. You're lovable. It's sickening and if you ever tell anyone I said this I'll gut you."

He was overwhelmed by the advice he received and even a little scared.

"Love you too Bear," he pulled her into a hug and she surprisingly didn't pull away.

"Fuck you Wolfe. I need to go and find Ginny."

Max pressed a kiss to head, "Ah, if she's with Billy, I might just join in."

And with that, the duo laughed and went on their separate ways.

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"I can't believe we're here. Playing nice with them. God they all give me hives. And you and Max?" Ginny's words were muffled by her initial encrusted pillow.

"What about me and Max?" Winnie sat on the edge of her bed.

The moment Winnie found the whining blonde, she was writhing beneath Billy before he was told to fuck off.

"So I need to worry about being replaced?" Ginny rolled over, pulling her duvet to her chin, concealing her modesty or at least part of it.

Winnie scoffed, turning her nose up at the smell of heterosexual sex as well as her friend's childish behaviour.

"No. And I thought you said me hanging out with him wasn't a problem?"

The blonde slumped against the headboard, "It isn't."

"You just like when I devote my time to you and only you?" a grin tugged on Winnie's lips as she made her way over.

Ginny couldn't hide her smile, "You're the same, which is why you're pissed at De Haan."

Winnie joined her, frowning slightly and rested her head against the pillows.

She stared up at the ceiling, pondering her response, "I'm pissed because she keeps overreacting. It's cute sometimes but the Ritalin is rattling my brain," she spoke through clenched teeth.

Just the day before Monet was pouring her heart out and now she was back with Julian, plotting ways to get Grace out.

Winnie didn't know what to do anymore.

"Have you thought about talking to her?" there was an edge of mocking to Ginny's tone but she felt for her friend.

"Before New Year's," Winnie answered, starting to grin when Ginny did.

"You want that New Year's fuck don't you?"

"And you don't – well another one? Still pretending your jealous to bait Billy, he looked like was gonna have an aneurysm when he saw Miss Sunshine and rainbows."

"Now that makes me think, maybe I should stay away from him until then. Makes the sex more riveting."

Winnie cringed, "Just what I needed to hear."

Ginny slapped her arm, "No, what you need to hear, is that we need to break this stupid truce. Agents of chaos want to blow shit up but it's been almost a month since we've done anything like that. And no, putting your relationship on blast isn't that."

Winnie groaned at the realisation, "Then what?"

"Whatever is happening with our families. Your dad suggesting a group trip to Cancun — not suspicious in the slightest. My parents are coming which adds to the whole White House secrecy of it all. So are you gonna tell me what's going down or not?"

Winnie wanted to look away, but she turned on her side to stare at her, eyes flooding with distress, worrying Ginny who turned to face her.

"It's nothing to do with us, we'll not us, but shit that's happened before, years ago," Winnie explained, voice laced with dread.

The blonde's heartbeat picked up, "Scale of Solange beating Jay Z to Princess Diana's existence, how explosive will it be."

Winnie's eyes nearly shot out of her head, "Explosive G, Princess Di level explosive."

Ginny absorbed it all, it was more than a warning and she knew her parents had to be involved or she wouldn't get an invite to the Cancun festivities.

"So when you say this shit will blow up everything if what?" she dared to ask.

"Let's say it might put some on top and make the rest plummet," Winnie replied vaguely, referring to those whom her parents made sure would take the fall if anyone snitched.

Ginny's eyes started glistening, "And my family?"

"I won't let anything happen to yours," Winnie vowed unaware that someone was eavesdropping on the entire thing.

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Winnie heard all about the drunken festivities of the previous night at the bar most of them had been going to since they were 12. Grace had been set up, to bring shame to her family and it worked.

The girl in question wanted to flee the mansion with ease, something Zoya fiercely advised her not to do. But it was clear on the freshman's face as she entered the room with the indoor pool that her mission had been unsuccessful.

Winnie sent a look that said not to worry but she simply frowned.

Max was over in the jacuzzi, wearing a ridiculous hat, being badgered by Audrey and Aki.

Julian and Luna rested by the side, lounging in bathing suits.

Billy was the only one swimming around.

Winnie chilled on the edge, with a towel around her hair to avoid it from frizzing. She wore a Calvin Klein swimsuit, and posted a few pictures to her story of it, tagging the brand who sponsored her.

Her legs glided through the pool, since being forced to part from tennis, some of the muscle in her thighs had weakened and she thought at times she gained weight, but forced herself not to think of such things.

She squealed when hands attacked her feet.

"Billy!"

He smiled cheekily when he resurfaced, placing his hands on either side of her legs, wetting them in the process.

"Did you hear? Grace left," He was eager to tell.

"Probably eager to fuck her twin?" She said quietly, filling his eyes with mirth.

"You know about that too?" A chesty chuckle escaped him as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, your nephew told me at the last luncheon," Winnie answered, highly amused and severely disgusted.

Nate Archibald rarely gossiped but when he did, boy did he tell all.

"Fuck, mayors find out everything, I might run against your dad," Billy joked.

"You'd win... if you killed him."

Their laughs tore through the room, alerting a certain De Haan who appeared suddenly and stalked over to them, just as Max escaped the Jacuzzi and met Luna to chat.

"Must you bother my girlfriend Van Der Bilt?" Monet's voice brought their amusement to a halt.

Her hair was tied up and her red bikini complimented her skin in ways that had Winnie salivating even though she knew she shouldn't.

The cheeky boy cocked his head to the side, "If I don't, who else will, you've been spending more time with Julian than Winnie."

"She's here now Billy," Winnie sent him a drop-it look, "it's fine."

Monet came to sit down next to her girlfriend and accidentally kicked Billy's hand out of the way causing it to slap the surface of the pool.

"You can go now," Monet wore a sickly smile.

Winnie swiped her tongue over her cheek as she scanned his darkening eyes.

"I'll find you later, Win," Billy then swam away.

Winnie's jaw clenched when Monet began fussing over her, wiping the water from her legs and even re-adjusting the straps of her thin bikini.

Monet's delicate touch was stirring up more than just anger.

"Really? Jealous?" Winnie finally breathed out, snapping her gaze over to her, annoyed with how great she looked.

"I don't like people tainting what I find to be priceless," was all Monet could say.

Winnie smiled widely, but it didn't reach her eyes, "am I still yours?" She caught the hand going to cup her face and lowered it much to Monet's surprise, "the least you could do is apologize for jumping to conclusions. You didn't have to do that so fucking publicly, it only embarrassed yourself in the making."

Monet gulped, "I know."

"Do you? And it took you hours to say anything." Winnie pulled her legs out of the pool and shot her a glare, "pathetic."

Monet seethed, "Fuck."

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"I thought you wanted space. Okay? Normally when we argue we don't speak for days and then everything comes together right? So I didn't think it would be any different," Monet expressed after finding Winnie in her bedroom.

They were still in their swimwear, but Winnie had rid herself of the towel around her head and fought the urge to tug on every strand until it was straight so it didn't look unkempt.

She scoffed, from her vanity table, "Exactly."

Monet folded her arms, "Exactly what?"

"You didn't think."

Monet cocked her head to the side, eyes dragging from Winnie's reflection to her flawless legs, trying to distract herself from the impending argument.

"... I know," she quietly admitted.

Winnie abruptly stood up to face her girlfriend, "You hurt my... you hurt me okay?" she confessed, startling Monet, "When I hurt you, you demand more than an apology you want the fucking sun, so the least you can do is say sorry." she was met with silence, "Now is the time for you to speak."

Monet threw up her hands, "Fuck okay, refresh. I was pissed about the Grace thing."

"The whole of Hudson knows that," Winnie retorted, squinting her eyes as she walked toward the edge of her bed and sat down, "and those goodnight texts or paragraphs are fucking pointless to me."

"I know that now. I would ghost me too," Monet acknowledged.

"...okay."

"But I did give you your space and now that's over," Monet walked over to cup her face. "You said I was your person, to a complete nobody. I was internally swooning trust me," Winnie's face remained blank, so Monet conceded, "And I know that's not all you want to hear. So I'm... I'm sorry."

"Was that so hard to say?"

"Yes."

"Even to me?" Winnie almost reeled back, eyes flashing with dejection making Monet panic. "You do it when it's over the smallest things."

"It's just hard for me to say, but I'm doing it for you," the De Haan teen reiterated, but it seemed that it wasn't sticking, "all of you okay?" Winnie's eyes did not change, "I'm trying, let me show you how much I'm trying."

She laid a kiss on her lips, much more forceful than before, but still, it was accepted.

Winnie knew she shouldn't have caved, but the constant battles were one less thing she needed.

So when Monet's lips trailed down her neck, her eyes fluttered shut in complete ecstasy.

Their clothes were soon lying scattered on the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment, including Winnie's necklace that she'd never seen without.

And the couple weren't seen for hours.

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"You look like you had fun," Billy stepped into the games room, seeing Winnie sitting on the edge of the pool table in loungewear, "Surprise you're not getting ready, guests are coming in two hours."

She stared at the colour-coded ball in her hand. Number 5. "I know, I'm just thinking."

Billy nodded, slipping on his father's watch as he walked towards her in his evening wear.

He knew she had taken her medication, he and Ginny had been monitoring that more than anyone. But Max had kept track of how often she ate. Billy noticed the changes to her attitude, despite how slight it had been he could tell.

But what caught him off guard was her lack of accessories, "Where's your necklace?"

She stiffened, feeling her neck to discover it was a bear, "Oh shit." She cursed, realizing Monet had taken it off.

"I never see you without it," Billy stated, furrowing his brows and slipping his hands into his pockets. "I don't like it."

She snorted, "Bold of you to assume I care about your likes and dislikes."

"You do, you act like you don't but you do," he rocked on his heels.

"Think whatever you want."

"I will, but you should know, being the daughter of the future mayor of NYC you need to know certain things," he stepped closer and their gazes finally locked.

Her eyes sharpened, "I know certain things but what do you know?"

"Our family have always been old friends, even back when —"

"My family was white? Yes, I remember those days all those centuries ago," she drew a laugh from him, "but what is it that you wanna say to me?"

He gingerly looked around, before saying, "I know."

She squeezed the ball in her hand, "You know what?"

"I'm not a dumb blonde," he stated, rather offended that she could think so little of him.

"Could've fooled me."

"I know what went down in Cancun," he reiterated, causing her amusement to fade, "you don't need to worry about me saying anything. I overheard your dad talking to mine a year ago about it." Their eyes never tore away, though hers grew harsher, "Secrets like those keep the bond between our families strong, it runs deep and nothing can break it."

Her hand wiped over her face, "What do you want me to say to that?"

"I'm on your side," Billy insisted, meaning every word.

She swallowed the knot forming in her throat, "Are you?"

She trusted Ginny more than anything, but Billy only crept into her life, well, he had been in and out of it since they were kids so she wasn't entirely sure, but she needed all the allies she could get.

"It's either sleep with the wolves or get fucked by the sheep and I've never been a bottom in my life so why start now?" Billy retorted, clasping his hands over his head.

Winnie shook her head, though, a smile formed on her face, "To the wolves."

"To the wolves," Billy's cheeky smile grew, "now let's go, Ginny says you need to take pictures."

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The Hudson mansion was now packed, and Winnie had to give everyone their credit, they looked good, but she looked better.

Julian apparently invited the entire town going against her advisor's better judgment and persisted that Obie left to find Grace, but he was adamant on staying until 12.

Winnie scanned the rooms she entered, not surprised to see Billy and Ginny sucking each other's faces, nor was she when Zoya tried to escape the lust-filled sight.

"Zoya, where are you going?" She called out to the freshman who was attempting to push through the crowd of people.

Zoya turned around, with a sheepish smile, "Shan invited me to this thing and I know I should stay but –"

"Go."

Zoya's face lit up, "Really?"

"I'm not your keeper, just go," Winnie practically shooed her away.

The Dubois heiress felt a level of happiness for the freshman and had to admit she was wearing a nice outfit, similar to her own Scarlett Dior but it was nice.

"Happy New Year Winnie," Zoya shocked both herself and the heiress with a hug. When they pulled back, she awkwardly rubbed at her neck, "I'll text you when I get back."

"I have your location," Winnie told, as glee danced around her eyes.

Zoya winced, "Creepy, but expected."

"Just being cautious," Winnie countered.

"See you next year... no alright bye."

Winnie couldn't help but laugh at the pathetic joke that echoed through her head as Zoya passed through the door and greeted her best friend.

"Tarantino bitch!" Winnie heard Shan call from a distance, only adding to her amusement.

"Miss Dubois," she turned to see Caesar standing there phone in hand, "your mother would like you to leave earlier than you expected."

"When?" Winnie's smile faded.

"5 minutes after New Year's."

"Great," she gritted.

"I'll be in the car."

She nodded as he walked away. Winnie retrieved her phone from her purse, only to see several missed calls from Margaux and 0 texts from Monet. She was being ghosted again and she didn't know why.

Billy and Ginny both cast her worried looks which she ignored and leaned against the banisters.

Her mouth craved a drink but mixing one with her medication affected them deeply and she saw how Max acted and would hate to end up like that. She still hadn't put on her necklace despite desperately needing it. She missed it but thought it was better in her clutch for now.

Max wasn't far from her, moping on a couch near the staircase, drink in hand as a few of the townspeople danced in front of him, moving to the loud music.

She was dragged from her thoughts when Monet appeared, teeth gritted and eyes mean.

"I've been looking for you," Winnie breathed out.

Monet reeled back, "Really? Why?"

"What's wrong now?" Winnie sighed, "What have I done?"

"You're looking out for anyone who isn't me."

Winnie squinted her eyes, "What are you talking about?"

"Zoya was here and for what?" Monet stressed, folding her hands.

Winnie exhaled sharply, "You're like a broken record, need I remind you that you're attached to Julian's hip? But now I bite my tongue and have kept my comments to myself."

"No, your comments have said enough, well not everything. I mean -- I pour my heart out to you and yet you can't say a fucking word."

Winnie flinched back like she had been slapped.

She lowered her voice, "I thought you understood, and we don't need an audience for this shit Monet, let's go."

"Countdown starts in 5!" A guest yelled, followed by cheers.

Max caught sight of the ongoing argument but didn't think much of it.

Monet let out a humourless laugh, "No, you don't care enough to tell me what you think about me, I have to hear it from your conversations with everyone and anything else. You can speak, hiss and curse at the fucking wall but when it comes from matters of the heart, what matters to me, you're silent."

Dejection flashed across Winnie's face, but that didn't stop her girlfriend from going on.

Max caught the look on her face, it wasn't right, her shoulders were slumped and her expression was nearly broken, so he tore away from the couch and moved towards her, as did Ginny and Billy.

"You brought Billy the fiend, someone you've known for two seconds here, having these deep conversations about life and all you do is kiss me," Monet hissed.

Her words got the attention of a few others.

"De Haan, there's a time and a place," Max tried, settling a hand down on Winnie's tensed shoulders.

"Leave them to it," Audrey appeared, wanting to talk to him, but he shrugged her off, so she called over Aki.

Monet continued, hardened eyes darting between her and Max, "Really Winnie?"

"What do you want from me?" Winnie exclaimed.

Billy and Ginny were ready to get involved, hating how agitated their friend looked.

But their presence only spurred on the De Haan teen.

"Honesty, but I can't even get that. The one thing you promised me from the start of us being official. I know shit is going down Winnie," the anger in her tone sent shots around the small area, "I've known since Hulaween when you cried to me."

"Stop it," Winnie warned, glaring deeply at her.

Now was not the time for this, nor the place but everything had to be a spectacle for Monet De Haan.

"And it has to do with all of our parents right? The Menzies, The Wellingtons, even the fucking Van Der Bilts!"

Monet's voice beckoned more people towards them.

Winnie was seething as she looked around, Max was more worried than confused, despite his drunken state.

Ginny needed Monet to shut up, but her mouth was moving a mile a minute.

"Does it have to do with our trip?" Aki questioned, joining Audrey.

Julian groaned, "Again with this trip."

"What about it? kinda annoyed I'm not going," Luna added, though she was stunned by the arguing.

Ginny scowled at the pair of them, "Really?"

"You said that when shit gets exposed 'it might put some on top and make the rest plummet' and you said that to your fucking bestie, leaving me out in the cold," Monet snapped.

"That's not what I meant and besides you were fucking eavesdropping?!" Winnie's voice rose.

The look on her eyes was deadly, but Monet's was malicious.

"Classless," Ginny scoffed, drawing De Haan's attention.

"Oh fuck you!"

Luna tried grabbing her arm, "Mone I think it's time to go."

"No, she needs to hear this," Monet persisted, viciously, "that she proclaims that she won't let anything happen to Ginny's family. Not mine."

"That's not what I meant!" Winnie's wanted nothing more than to bang her hand against the wall.

Monet rapidly blinked, "I overheard you and your little pocket-sized Clinton... so I had to take matters into my own hands."

Her warning sobered Winnie's anger, "What did you do?"

Her tone was calm, too calm, causing Max to turn to the blondes, deeply unnerved.

The sounds of phones beeping tore through the room and made the group jump.

"Gossip Girl isn't anything but punctual," Monet mocked.

"Oh fuck," Billy tore away from the catastrophe to stare at the tweet on his phone.

Max stood next to him to see. Ginny tugged Winnie away to show her. Luna, Julian, Audrey and Aki hastily retrieve their phones to look.

Scenes lit up their faces.

"You were gonna let everything crumble whilst you jumped ship," Monet went on, staring deeply into her girlfriend's unmoving eyes.

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Happy Holidays, followers. Trigger warning. This post will not be pretty. We all knew that oil rigs lead to global warming but that's only one way the Dubois' had been killing the planet. Here's the other. Daddy Dubois has been allegedly covering crimes and wiping his misdeeds in the blood of victims who slipped and succumbed to wounds on their working sites. One body, two bodies, three bodies, four, the deadly Dubois' have gone against the law. Haven't you heard, that only killing animals is acceptable, not people? But let me let you all in on a little secret, the Dubois weren't the only ones in on the cover-up, but that was obvious, nevertheless, I'm sure my little helper was unaware that her family was implicated in the matter. Monet De Haan... your parents are just as bad as your girlfriends. So next time read the fine print before you drop everyone in it.

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All colour drained from Winnie's motionless face.

Julian gawked, "Oh my —"

Luna had never been speechless, but tonight was that day.

"Monet what the fuck?!" Ginny screeched.

"1 minute to new years!" Another guess bellowed, causing those who hadn't seen the post to cheer.

Max ran his hands through his hair, whilst Billy pocketed his phone and turned to the Dubois heiress.

"I didn't know everyone else was involved!" Monet's voice shook as her hand trembled. She repeated it like a chant.

"This fucks everything," Billy hissed.

Audrey turned to her boyfriend, "Aki, did you know?"

"No," Aki gulped, "I need to call my dad."

"Billy," Ginny mumbled, watching as Aki's hand quivered when he put his phone to his ear.

"I'm calling mine," Billy shakily whispered.

"My mom said to say nothing," Aki showed them the text when she didn't pick.

"Winnie!" Ginny's yell broke her from her catatonic state.

She and Billy joined her. Max is shocked, the news sobered him slightly, but he couldn't help but be on the fence.

"You just fucked everyone. And me," Winnie uttered, gaze unwavering from Monet.

The girl in question's face was a picture of pure horror, "Winnie..."

"We're done."

Monet stepped back, physically pained by her words, "What?"

Winnie gripped her phone as everything imploded. There was so much noise, that she could barely take it. She had to go, escape the chaos she had been yearning for, one look at her closest friends and she readied around to leave.

"Max, where are you going?" Audrey pleaded with him to stay, she couldn't understand why he was going with her, with them. Aki didn't take note of what was happening, his dad was screaming down the line. "Don't go."

Luna shook her head when he glanced at her and Julian begged him not to leave.

Max swivelled on his heel and walked out and towards the car, just as Caesar walked in.

An usher walked passed as the countdown was nearing with a tray of champagne and Winnie couldn't care less anymore and picked up a flute.

"But all of this ain't fucking over. You threw just cast the first stone," Winnie glared at Monet and Monet alone as she shockingly downed a drink. "New Year's resolution: this truce is officially over. The war won't end until we all go down in flames," a menacing grin tugged at her lips, "so thanks hon, you thought I was malicious before, no, I'll show you why I earned my legacy, my fucking name and my reputation."

Billy darkly laughed as he walked out, leaving Ginny to grab her best friend's hand.

"Happy New Year!" Winnie faux cheered and dropped the glass that splattered over the floor, making the others jump back.

They strutted out of the house, Caesar in tow as the room erupted in cheers, kisses and applause, most of the guests were blissfully unaware of the horrific reality dawning on the 4 friends who were frightened to their core.

What the fuck just happened?

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a/n:

i don't know why this chapter took me so long to write, but i did enjoy writing this story, as said before i won't be doing season two, i prefer to leave it like this. monet and winnie were never going to end up together, because of the nature of their characters. of course, i loved writing their pairing but it was only gonna end up blowing up and it did.

even towards the end of season 1 of the show, it was obvious that monet was plotting a breakaway from julian, but i changed that slightly. she had already seen the clues of what happened decades ago in winnie's room and there was no way she wouldn't research everything. her motives were out of jealousy and miscommunication and we've seen a lot of them between monifred throughout the story. it's just sad she couldn't trust winnie, but she was following her parent's lead and it was unfortunately the wrong choice. both girls are family-orientated but in different ways, both cutthroat and bloodthirsty, so the betrayal was only a matter of time. monet's breaking point was clearly because of winnie's loyalty to not just gimny, but her budding friendships with billy and max, and her closeness with zoya.

i loved showcasing winnie's progression with relationships, those that never grew and the others that gradually changed, max breaking away from audrey and aki and joining winnie's side despite the copious emotional red flags she showcases is wild. even now he chose her despite everything suggesting how much he values their friendship. it could be seen as a testament to her manipulative tendencies or just the fact she can be very black-and-white.

when it came down to it, winnie and ginny were never going to stray from each other and this chapter proved it. ginny knew there was so weird shit going doing, but didn't question it. even regarding the trip (which i was never going write, i was using it to allude to the sinister finale, which i hoped worked), ginny knew that all the rich families excluding obi's (surprisingly) were included and yet she kept quiet. just like the prologue stated, winnie could only trust herself, but also ginny as well as the extension of max and billy.

so i hope you enjoyed my little insight into the rich and lavish lives of the upper east side. thank you for the support, the comments and the votes. check out my other stories, if you can or reread this one.

- liv

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(Sorry, just adding on to my rant about our Cyberpunk Red campaign cos I'm so salty??? My Netrunner's bio dad is such an ass???

I hate being related to this old man??)

^ like... grateful??? My Netrunner should be grateful??? For what???

For how you lied for years and didn't tell her you're her dad cos you're afraid your affair will be revealed? (Not her fault you had an affair with someone who betrayed Arasaka)

Or grateful for how you raised her as a loyal weapon that will betray her feelings and morals for you

Is she supposed to be grateful for how you took your resentment of her bio mother's husband out on her half brother? He was so loyal to you and Arasaka but you treated him like a guarddog

And he helped Arasaka kill her bio mom! He claimed to have loved her, but he helped them kill her. I mean... she had it coming for going against Arasaka-sama...

oh wait. Is that my Arasaka indoctrinated brain speaking again?? But. I mean fine. He had no choice. I can't really blame him for this one

^ He didn't even "let" her go!! I had to force my cage open by threatening to out him and myself to Arasaka. We're both liabilities cos of her mom. If I'm going down I'm taking him with me >:T

I didn't even want to do this! I was still grateful he took us in and gave me an education... I only did it cos he was trying to teach our Rockerboy a lesson by threatening to torture him AND his friend's families

My Netrunner was literally almost Songbird... I had chills playing the DLC cos it reminded me of what happened to my character 😭

Like, I turned my insides into metal just to make you proud of me. But nothing I did was ever enough. I kept pushing myself but dad and Arasaka were never satisfied ;_;

#OK fine. My brother getting berated everyday was my fault too...#I saw it happening #but I was gaslighted into thinking dad was a good person... I did stand up for my own brother 😭#cyberpunk red is painful #help me 😭#personal #rant

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THE TALE OF FOOD

RICE DUMPLING - STORY # 1

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Eve of the Dragonboat Festival

"Let loose a groan and cover your tears, grieve for the people who live in pain..."

The setting sun shines upon waters rippling in the breeze, glittering the dragon scales beneath the lake.

Candied Hawthorn and Spring Roll sit beside the rail and kick the water with their feet as they recite Li Sao with Rice Dumpling.

RICE DUMPLING : It is this that my heart takes most delight in. Even if I died nine times over, I would not regret a thing. For if such is what my heart truly desires, I'd gladly suffer a million deaths with no regrets!

CANDIED HAWTHORN : If such is what my heart truly desires, I'd gladly suffer a million deaths...?! Deaths with no regrets?

CANDIED HAWTHORN : Whoah... That's so scary... Master, Professor Zongzi is saying things a thousand times scarier than the exams of Professor Shi! What is Li Sao anyway? I still know nothing about it!

OPTION 1 : "Focus on your lesson! It's an ancient style of poetry!" Rice Dumpling closes his books and gives a hint of approval with a slight nod. RICE DUMPLING : Li Sao, a poem composed by Qu Yuan, is a novel style of poetry that started a new genre known as the saoti poetry composed of saoti lines. Therefore, Qu Yuan's poetry is known as a classic example of the saoti style. CANDIED HAWTHORN : Salt... Salty...? Professor Zongzi, I'm... I'm even more confused than ever! OPTION 2 : "Just the rantings of someone having a bad day. CANDIED HAWTHORN : Oh, I've got it! I guess Qu Yuan is just like Professor Zongzi and enjoys writing things when he's having a bad time. RICE DUMPLING : Ahem...! Enough with this nonsense.

RICE DUMPLING : There is no need to rush things. Verses of chu is not a simple literary style, and it will take you time to appreciate it. You can simply observe how I recite the poetry and try to resonate with the emotions conveyed.

RICE DUMPLING : Long, long, had been my road and far, far was the journey; up and down I would go to seek my heart's desire...

"Long, long, had been my road and far, far was the journey; up and down I would go to seek my heart's desire..."

RICE DUMPLING : The journey is far, but my will shall remain strong. I shall pursue my ideals, no matter how deep or lofty they may be.

RICE DUMPLING : Perhaps Lingjun himself recited these lines as we walked along the river bank centuries ago.

Rice Dumpling holds the book close to his heart. His sorrow grows evident as he gazes upon the rippling waters.

Little Hawthorn and Spring Roll place their hands upon their chests and gaze far out into the lake.

Rice Dumpling suddenly sees a fragile figure walking amongst the reeds, holding a white tangerine blossom as he slowly disappears out into the lake...

RICE DUMPLING : Lingjun?!

RICE DUMPLING : At last... I actually found you! No... No, I won't let you die all alone like this! Wait for me, Lingjun, my dear friend!

RICE DUMPLING : To the sage of truth and virtue, I shall emulate your actions!

Rice Dumpling runs toward the illusion with open arms and falls into the lake.

CANDIED HAWTHORN : To the sage of truth and virtue, I shall emulate your actions!

SPRING ROLL : ...To the sage of truth and virtue, I shall emulate your actions! HAIYAH--

*SPLOSH* The students quickly copy Rice Dumpling's action and dive into the lake as well.

RICE DUMPLING : Why?! Why did you jump into the lake!?

The huge lake has its own deep currents and quickly engulfs the children... They splash around with all their might and just as it seems as though they will slip beneath the surface...

Several long canoes appear on the horizon and quickly skim across the lake's surface.

Ever since the Kongsang Office announced the rules for the Dragonboat Tournament, the Food Souls have divided themselves into teams based on the nations of the Warring States period. And Mapo Tofu often trains here with the crew of "Team Great Qin".

MAPO TOFU : Tuck your bellies in, raise your chests up high, and your hips as well! IN, PULL, DRAW, AND AGAIN-- WORK THOSE OARS AND PLUNGE THEM DEEP!

MAPO TOFU : Hey, Braised Pork Hock, why are your eyes darting around?

BRAISED PORK HOCK : Look! Master is standing on the coat and trying to tell us something... Let's get closer... Keep moving closer! Oh, dear, something bad has happened!

BRAISED PORK HOCK : Don't worry, kids! I'm here to save you all!

Team Great Qin pulls the drowning Food Souls out of the water. Rice Dumpling is the last one they rescue. His gaze remains cloudy and confused...

MAPO TOFU : Alright, nerd. You're safe o n shore! Hey, stop leaning against the Master already!

Rice Dumpling struggles to open his eyes. He points at Mapo Tofu and begins to weep...

RICE DUMPLING : Ling... Lingjun... My friend... You did all this just for us... You even got those freckles...

MAPO TOFU : What the hell? No one talks about my freckles that way!

RICE DUMPLING : Hngh... My ears are burning... You... You're Mapo Tofu-- But where's Lingjun? Where did he go?

MAPO TOFU : Lingjun? Legion? No idea. The only legion on this boat is the mighty team of Great Qin!

RICE DUMPLING : What? You don't even know who Lingjun is...? That's unacceptable! You can't row dragonboats properly without understanding the faith and beliefs of Qu Yuan.

RICE DUMPLING : My bag has a few anthologies of poetry that will help explain this event... Please, Master, hand them out for me.

OPTION 1 : Take out the book titled Verses of Chu: Beginner's Guide to Mastery An impatient Mapo Tofu grabs the book and flips through a few pages. RICE DUMPLING : ...That chapter you're reading is the famous dialogue between Qu Yuan and a fisherman about the nature of rivers. RICE DUMPLING : Alas. My dear friend once said that his entire world entered a drunken stupor while he was the only one who remained sober... MAPO TOFU : I just see two monks reciting bad mantras. He said the entire world is drunk, but I'm not drunk. No one ever gives me a drink! RICE DUMPLING : The dragonboat races are held to commemorate my dear friend. Your team would lack spirit if they fail to understand his true personality... OPTION 2 : Take out the book titled My Friend Is Like The Fog And Fire And Wind. RICE DUMPLING : Master, this biography might be a little too hard for someone like him. RICE DUMPLING : My friend has a mind as mysterious as the mist, a temperament as hot as fire, and a style of prose as elegant and free as the wind. MAPO TOFU : Oh! Isn't that a line from that cringy ass Warring States fanfic that everyone was talking about a few months ago? RICE DUMPLING : The dragonboat races are held to commemorate my dear friend. Your team would lack spirit if they failed to understand the true depths of his personality.

MAPO TOFU : Geez. Many, many centuries have passed. Dragonboat racing is now a sport that's all about muscle and power. We're definitely not doing your esoteric mumbo-jumbo.

MAPO TOFU : In fact, I think we should emulate the meat GOAT player known as Zhang Yi of Qin!

Rice Dumpling makes a big decision as he looks at the tanned rowers of Team Qin, whose muscles gleam in the blazing sun. He closes his eyes, and clenches his fists.

RICE DUMPLING : The spirit of Qu Yuan shall endure. I shall prove it to you all! In several weeks at the site of the Dragonboat Tournament...

RICE DUMPLING : Team Jingchu shall defeat Team Great Qin!

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The following morning...

As usual, the rowers of Team Jingchu are focused upon one thing as they wait in the shallow pool in the woods...

CURED MEAT PLATTER : Hey! Fish Head! Let's got a little bit to the right... I think I can feel the giant salamander hiding under the stone!

Team Jingchu busies themselves fishing as usual. The narrow dragonboat darts amongst the rocky shore and is laden with cathces of fish and shrimp.

CHILI FISHHEAD : Stop pushing me! There's a crab with huge pincers! It might grab my scarf!

CURED MEAT PLATTER : Woah! Look at that huge crab! I'll catch it with my blade, and we shall feast like kings by the bonfire tonight~!

The blade flashes and the crab is sent flying with a crack. The creature flies across the sky until it reaches the shore and manages to cling to dear life by grabbing someone's hair...

RICE DUMPLING : ...

CURED MEAT PLATTER : C-Captain? Well... You came at precisely the right time!

RICE DUMPLING : A bunch of fools are intoxicating with thoughts of pleasure and feasts... You're as hopeless as the Court of Chu before her demise.

RICE DUMPLING : I am here to supervise your proper training for the Dragonboat Tournament. From this day forth, there will be no more fooling around and no more wasting time.

RICE DUMPLING : I've been up all night reading through your information and asked Oyster Omelette, a seasoned sailor, to come up with a comprehensive training regime.

RICE DUMPLING : Hear! It begins with a five-kilometer run around the woods and a hundred sets of rowing exercises underneath the waterfall. We shall do whatever it takes to reinvigorate the martial spirit of Jingchu!

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Two weeks later...

Rice Dumpling's crew lie slumped on the meal table while catching their breath, like limp, floppy fish devoid of any dreams or energy.

CHILI FISHHEAD : Dammit... And I thought that guy was a bookworm... Where did he get all his energy from? He made us run 50 kilometers and do 751 sets of rowing exercises in these last few days alone...

CURED MEAT PLATTER : I'm going to write his name in my special book of curses and blacklist him everywhere I see...

#The Tale Of Food #ttof #ttof story #ttof script #Otome #食物语 #食物語 #食物语新马版 #ttof character story #character story #rice dumpling #rice-dumpling #ttof rice dumpling #rice dumpling story #ttof rice dumpling story

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scottsflow · 5 years

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So you’re telling me that the Cleveland show was canceled JUST because of ticket sells. Not because of, as I was told by the tour themselves, ‘many different reasons’.

Yup, I’m fucking pissed all over again. I’m pissed that it was canceled when other shows in Canada are selling at equal or lower rates when this was the ONLY US show. I’m pissed that they only pulled it then, weeks before the show actually happened, after so many people had made travel plans instead of it doing it sooner. I’m pissed that no one who runs the fucking tour could give us a god damn answer and we had to find out from the arena itself before RTR even said a word (and then had to badger then for an actual apology instead of what they said first). I’m pissed that I’m only learning the actual reason now, from Elvis’s insta story and we never got an actual apology/explanation from any of the tour heads.

How hard is it to say ‘hey guys it’s not going to be viable to go to the US because of the cost.’ or say ‘sorry we had to cancel! I know it really sucks but sales have been low across the board etc.”

Ignoring it after ruining so many peoples plans on top of costing them a lot of nonrefundable money isn’t how you deal with this shit and the fact that it was JUST ticket sales at this point really fucking sucks. If you didn’t think it was viable, here’s an idea, don’t promise something and then pull it last minute.

#still salty tessa never said a damn word about it #but for real #there are a lot of canada lows that have sold less #and it really just sucks that they like lied to my fucking face #like really? many reasons? yeah no that's bullshit #this tour is a mess #I know this rant will change nothing but I'm too angry after seeing elvis say that to not say a word

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kasssiopeia · 7 years

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Final thoughts on NDRV3

posted under cut because spoilers!

So I want to write a little review for.. i dont even know whos gonna read that? probably nobody that still wants to play the game afterwards, haha. Anyway I felt like writing a final report on what I liked or... disliked, at least for the record I guess.

Starting with characters:

When I first watched the trailer, there were quite a few characters that caught my eye. Especially Yonaga and Amami, also Saihara and talent wise I was really looking forward to Ultimate Magician cause?? Nice? Also the promo pictures oh my.. Akamatsu and Harukawa?? Hell yeah. Saihara and Momota? Yeah alright! Amami and.. whos that again? Ah yes Ouma.. well I don’t really care but sure? (haha)

Actually playing the game made me think twice on a lot of characters really quickly. First of all I immediately fell in love with Chabashira and the fact that she and Akamatsu got along was just suuuper exciting!! Also Shinguuji seemed interesting but his story seemed a bit difficult for me to understand in Japanese. After getting to know Hoshi for a bit I also became really attached to this character cause he was kinda relatable for me? and I dont mean because of the same alias, I just felt his kinda nihilism and will to sacrifice himself for the others cause they have more “will to live” hit home really closely. I think if it were me, surely I’d behave similarly. Halfway through the story I suddenly realized I really love Ouma, I don’t even know how that happened cause at first I was kinda meh towards him but smh it happens quite often that characters who pissed me off before suddenly become my bias, soo we are stuck with him now I guess? but ill talk about him in more detail later. Saihara turned out to be a true “meh i dont really care about this guy” character, Harukawa was annoying cause in the end her behaviour changed nothing and it was just plain boring. Hagakure.. I mean Momota was same, and it was even worse that these two kinda became a romantic pair cause that just made them even more boring. I could only acknowledge Momota after it was found out that he agreed to Oumas plan.

Also I ended up disliking most of the other characters, ESPECIALLY Yumeno cause she was equally boring and useless and dont act like you ever cared about Chabashira cause Im not buying that. Angie WOULD have been interesting if she had killed someone after all, but yeah whatever. Shinguuji had the potential but they decided to completely fuck over his character in his trial.

The game mode:

Tbh at this point, I cant really complain much? I gotta say I disliked logic dive and forgot how its called.. the sword mode something something. But then again I played this on pc and I think both wouldve been a lot easier with a controller. Now lets look at brain drive, which works similar like logic dive and... what? i have to pick up sex workers? Saihara’s car is full of sexy ladies? WHAT

seriously i dont know what they were thinking but that just weirded me the fuck out. The rest wasnt so bad. The new game mode they brought in wasnt so bad, relatively easy to win but to this day id need so much more time to figure out how to clear every block. The showdown thing?? pretty shit. I liked panic talk action in the previous games, but now it became a button mashing rhythm game that was.. pretty difficult aint gonna lie. Also the fact that you literally tear off their clothes until they are half naked in the end.. what. the. fuck. Climax logic was alright, but the pictures got really tiny i think? sometimes it was hard to get what was going on unless you read the description. Scrum debatte was great, and the new feature to lie? ... Meh. Smh from the trailer I got the impression that i could either lie or tell the truth. Maybe I was just too stupid to do that, but i dont think i ever had a choice to do either. If someone was able to do different, please tell me cause I was a bit disappointed. Ah also, weak point panic talk(?) where you have to listen to many characters at first. if im not wrong it was introduced as something only Akamatsu can do? because of her musical ear I mean. Well guess that was a lie,

The trials:

Probably THE main thing in dangan ronpa I mean hey we all came here to enjoy a little murder mystery right? (jk im here to romance the characters in peace mode) Let’s say I wasn’t... too impressed with them.

The first trial was pretty interesting, well done too, if it WASNT for the point that the player character herself was the killer and got executed. Wait what, you just took my character away? after the FIRST trial? Yes exactly. I’m not sure what they were thinking except adding a bit more drama and man pain for Saihara but ill write more to that later. At the end of this trial, everyone cried more for the killer than for the victim just because her motive was something as noble as “I knew we wouldnt make it in time so one of us had to kill someone.”

second trial was... incredibly weird and unnecessarily cruel, and I’m not saying this because Hoshi is my bias. Okay maybe I am. But seriously first he gets drowned and then his corpse is eaten by piranhas so theres not even anything left of him anymore? The whole creating a ropeway with a pool floating thing just felt weird to me as well but sure I wrote it off as “after two games theyll eventually run out of ways”. Speaking about the motive... it was similar to the first murder in dr1, but the fact that Toujou turned out to be some president of a country (if I got that right, I was bored and didnt bother checking unknown words) and she wanted to get out to save her people just.. what? And I said this before but I dont believe that Hoshi just “let himself get killed”. Why’d he fight for his life otherwise and leave all those scratch marks on a fucking stone sink? After the trial, again, nobody cried for the victim, they were all ridden on the killers noble idea of getting out.... okay? what

the third trial!! hell yeah!! that was finally one i could really enjoy, despite my waifu getting killed (but she was beautiful until the end). I actually dont know what really got me to like this murder, but the fact that it was definitely plausible maybe helped. Also when it happened right in front of everyone was just really exciting! The trial was... good, until Shinguujis “real identity” was revealed. His motive was pretty gross, I mean the fact that hes romantically in love with his sister and kills for her, which also implied hes a serial killer just.. idk that was weird, but FINALLY they didnt cry for the killer but for the victims.

trial four was a PAIN to get to, istg this stupid game world pissed me off to the point where i didnt wanna play anymore, also cause i heavily suspected Ouma to do something and I didnt want him gone haha. The death itself turned out to be pretty interesting (tbh i wouldve never thought theyd kill of a ero character like Iruma! ) so I’d say i liked this trial.

Dude trial five!!! hyped me up so much. I was so torn between hoping Ouma is the killer and also Ouma being the victim... if I ignore the stupid romance interval between Harukawa and Momota, I could even say this was my favorite trial. But it also heavily reminded me of Komaeda’s trial which was a bit.. weird. I got pretty pissed that in the end, Momota didnt go through with Oumas plan, therefore making his death basically useless. But boy the trial gave me so many Ouma feels, so that was nice...

The sixth and final trial... where do I even start? Well its where the whole plot comes to an end right? And the kotodama looked pretty interesting, just like the build up but then.. I understand that 4th wall breaking is cool, but do it too much or at the wrong time and its just a pain in the ass.

The trial almost had me throw away my ps vita in frustration also it was so boring i ended up skipping a lot of dialogue cause what are you even trying to get at? Not even the end or some more 4th wall breaking could fix this and literally until the end i was so bored that i just skipped through so i could unlock bonus mode... i almost feel like telling everyone, dont play this game now lol.

The story

If the beginning had you wondering, isnt that normal for all dr games? at least i thought so. normal game, normal killing, great. But the new main character! Akamatsu was pretty lovable. I enjoyed the way she brought in her talent into conversations (and left others stunned cause they couldnt relate). She was just really refreshing to play as, just the small romance-y sections with Saihara were boring (but at this point i thought its just being friends so okay) . Compared to Naegi who was seen by the others mostly as a “loser” or weakling who sometimes says something good, and Hinata whom everyone really liked, Akamatsu seemed to me like having some people who really trust her, and those who are somehow against her. AND THAT FELT RIGHT.

Too bad she literally gets killed as the murderer during the FIRST trial and replaced by Saihara who evidentally gives off a ~Naegi vibe~. Seriously why would you even do that.. It was stupid as heck, but the only good thing is that it saved us from possible Saihara and Akamatsu love story.

Continuing, Saihara loses some of his weakness thanks to Momota, and also it is hinted that Ouma can’t really be trusted or can he...? Cause what he did that was thought to be evil and possibly harmful for the others actually turned out to be a way to at least prevent one killing. After that I got the feeling that he actually grew just a little bit closer to the group and became even more helpful again.

Then we have these weird scenes with Harukawa and Momota, which are just weird and Harukawa herself was a boring character, but if you care for some tragic background and forseeable character development that of course has to end with romantic feelings, sure.

The student council thing to prevent murders from happen was actually pretty interesting and i wish theyd gone through with that just a bit more, but it was a nice turn of events.

Talking about Ouma, the moment you think hes on your side, theres this weird scene with him and Monokuma and you know somethings up. I made a post about this earlier too, wishing for him to double cross everyone and eventually turn out good, but that suddenly turned into a pretty far fetched wish after the fourth trial where hes portrayed as ultra evil and later on reveals that hes the mastermind (wait, is he really? should his black and white clothing scheme have given him away sooner?)

i guess i... didnt mind it so much except for the fact that Ouma wont appear that often anymore. he even goes as far as to say that the killing game is over, but isnt it kinda boring that the character who hinted that he was evil, turns out to be evil after all? Well a lot of things in this game were a bit boring, so... sure. We even learn that Ouma is a remnant of despair and what?? how does that even make sense. If they are supposedly students of the new Kibougamine Gakuen which was built by Naegi, Junko and Despair wouldve long been dead! Alright then? Oh yes also the whole setting ins in SPACE and those students are the last 16 humans from earth who were put in cryosleep until they reached a new planet to live on. Oh...kay? Why not I mean.

For Hope to win, everyone sets out to kill Monokuma to finally make the Killing game end for real and.. look, Ouma is helping them! Somehow that is really giving me hope for his character even if his insane laugh and incredibly creepy sprite (seriously what the fuck) are a bit unsettling...

And then.. who wouldve thought? Another killing happens but this time with a twist. Ouma wasnt actually the ultra bad guy everyone thought and guess what! Hes not even the mastermind! Thats my son. I was super happy that some faith in Ouma was restored, even tho his plan to snuff out the true mastermind reminded me of Komaeda going crazy to single out the traitor... especially cause there are quite a few similarities between those two.

So for the final trial, it seems that there are quite a few hints linking to the true mastermind being Enoshima... again? How did she even get here. But theres some weird plan from the government and the fact that Monokuma is here as well might be that someone implanted some sort of virus like in sdr2? We also know that theres definitely someone who is watching the whole killing game. And thats... where it all goes to shit.

This dangan ronpa is the 53rd installment and the people watching are actually dangan ronpa fans! surprise youre all just fictional characters who chose to be here, and so is every other dangan ronpa character! nothing is real, you dont even really exist! lololol

do i need to say any more

I think that was the worst plot twist ive ever seen? You couldve just somehow figured something out, even make it a reality tv show for crying out loud but not some bullshit like ohh the dangan ronpa fans wanna see you despair! they wanna see you have hope!

fuck. off.

if it wasnt for that ending, that game wouldve been a solid 7/10 I’d say, especially with the last 3 chapters really getting me fired up. But that shit.. Its a literal, oh we just made this game cause you fans wanted it? we didnt actually wanna make this but you keep asking for more?

HOW ABOUT YOU DIDNT EVEN MAKE IT IN THE FIRST PLACE

im gonna go romance ouma in peace mode now bye

#hoshis adventures at uni #hoshi plays ndrv3 #ndrv3 spoilers #ndrv3 review #this is nothing but a salty rant i lied

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horizondawn · 5 years

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Sure Dany could have gone after Cersei specifically and roasted her and everyone in the palace who supported her to show her breaking point. Not committing genocide on the entirty of the city, on all the innocent civilians (including women and children) who had NOTHING to do with what happened. Going mad with rage doesn't have to equal absolute carnage on the people she swore to protect and break from the chains they were held in in King's Landing.

And this isn't even touching on Jamie. His character arc was nothing but bait. You don't write a story that has so much potential about breaking a toxic relationship and throw it out the window just because. We watch things to see characters succeed in some form if that's where the story is going. It would be one thing if nothing happened between Jamie and Brienne. But there was. So much in their relationship. And to throw it out the in the same damn episode we feel like there's confirmation of this change??

We see a lot of shit in the real world. And we get that there can't be complete happily ever after in a show like this. But don't strip the dignity of what these characters went through.

I spent a lot of money buying the seasons because I didn't have any other way to watch this show. I trusted this show enough, but I've never felt so defeated. I don't even want to go back and watch again, because I'll be reminded of how pointless everything was. There was no reward. I have a hard time identifying shock value in things personally. This was a whole feast of shock value. I defended this show despite the adult content that others in my life have gotten on my case for, because I loved the development of these characters. Welp, that development was all for nothing. And now my soul feels gross for sticking with it only for this to happen.

I don't go off raging about disappointment. Most of the time I'm frustrated with the complaints in fandoms. This was absolute betrayal to why I defended this show. It showed a dirty horrible world these characters live in, but the characters were fighting their demons and inner battles to get where they've come. Only for it to literally burn to the ground.

#game of thrones #shut up heather #i lied this is my second rant because i'm beyond salty #i wasn't even a massive dany fan #but good grief that was horrible #and i can't look at jamie #because i'll see him in episode one #and he ended at the same exact point #missandie would be so dang disappointed that dany took her last words that way #she was a freaking slave #who wanted nothing more than to free the innocents from the lannister's power #and look there's no one left #that's it i'm done #i'll watch the last episode just because it is the last #but i can't see it falling even lower than it already has

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I don’t care what anyone says they can call me salty all they want unless issues are addressed it shouldn’t be forgotten just because they did one good thing/wasn’t toxic for a episode. I tend to give Mari a pass because she is legit forced by narrative to do bad shit ( like when she tried to stop adrien obsession) but everyone else particularly Adrien, Alya and friend group needs to be called out because they’re just bad

I'd say that this is less salt and more criticism of the show (even if it is tagged as salt). I do frown up on some of the cringe stuff Marinette did, but I give her a pass and defend her because she always gets punished in some way, even if it isn't her fault (with one of the most WTF?! examples being Quilin; just to give people a taste of what she has to deal with). Marinette is a character you can safely say that the narrative and/or writing decisions have screwed over (same goes for Luka, Kagami & Chloé).

On the other hand, we have people like Alya and Adrien (especially Adrien) who are always (always!) portrayed as being in the right when they're absolutely not. While I can go on a rant about how Alya acts like a hypocrite (e.g. promising Marinette to keep Rena Furtive a secret, then immediately goes behind her back and tells Nino about it) or her toxic behavior as a friend, Adrien is the worse offender here.

It doesn’t matter what he does, whether its threatening to quit in the middle of a battle (Syren), being jealous of Ladybug having temporary heroes because he couldn’t bother to show up and help her (Kuro Neko), gaslighting and emotionally manipulating Marinette (Maledictator & Oblivio), doing nothing while Ladybug has to do all the work for both of them (Oblivio), murdering Aeon (New York Special) and attempting to murder Alya (Hack-San), being reckless (every goddamn episode), having a temper tantrum and destroying someone’s property when excluded from a plan, then almost messing up said plan (Sentibubbler), lying to his friends and strangers on purpose because he wants to hang out with Ladybug (Glaciator & Copycat), being an irresponsible superhero (Prime Queen & Reflekdoll), outright refusing to help because Ladybug isn’t romantically interested in him (Glaciator & Frozer), ignoring reality for a stupid fantasy (Ladybug), hoping for people to get akumatized so he can hang out with Ladybug (Lies), emotionally cheating and ignoring Kagami who is his girlfriend (Lies), not giving a damn about Ladybug’s own feelings and fears (Truth, Gang of Secrets & Prime Queen), not giving a damn that Marinette could’ve been killed if she hadn’t been Ladybug and forcing a kiss on Ladybug (Weredad), etc.

I could go on and on, but I think you get my point. Adrien is not a good hero. He is not even a good person. The fact that he has been a victim of emotional abuse doesn’t give him the excuse to abuse other people. Seriously, whenever he opens his mouth, it’s always Me, me, me, me... He doesn’t give a damn about how others feel and he won’t do a thing until something affects him personally. He never reflects on his own mistakes, but deflects them and blames others for them. He is always portrayed as perfect, as an example that should be followed and his pity parties are supposed to make the viewer feel sorry for him.

I could blame the writing for this, but I stopped caring because just how awful it is. Kuro Neko was my breaking point, as it shows that Adrien can be responsible and competent superhero, but he chooses not to, preferring to be reckless and whine about unfair treatment when he doesn’t do a damn thing to earn anything.

Honestly, that’s why I rather prefer the Ladybug PV; and Félix over Adrien.

#Ten's Thoughts #ask #adrien salt #cat noir salt #ml salt #ml writers salt #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug pv #felix agreste #chat noir #I'm still not over Adrien's behavior in Kuro Neko.

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zodiyack · 3 years

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In Regards Of My Ex

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst

Words: 2,125

Summary: Niklaus believes deceitful gossip from Aurora De Martel about his wife and takes his anger out on her. As a result, Y/n leaves and finds comfort with Cami and Davina, who call in backup to confront the big bad hybrid about his big bad dumbassery.

Note: I’ve been in a fluffy mood as of recently HOWEVER this idea was sparked when I was feeling angsty™ so...sorry but also not sorry?

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @simonsbluee, @darling-i-read-it, @jenepleurepasbaby, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @dpaccione

Masterlist | The Originals Masterlist

Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

“That wife of yours has been sneaking around with my brother. Breaking more hearts than just yours from what I can see.”

“I suppose some people just can’t see the worthiness of the king in front of them. If I were your wife, I wouldn’t be like Y/n. I’d be committed you and never give you fib tales like her.”

“You are aware that Y/n has been plotting something nefarious against you, aren’t you?”

“I know you wanted to marry someone just as sinister as you, but perhaps you should’ve checked where her loyalty lied before tying that knot.”

Aurora fed him stories such as these, and many more, each conclusion of the lies spewing from her mouth something appalling about Y/n. At first, Klaus didn’t listen, but as her stories grew worse and worse, the faux feeling of treachery intensified. He knew it was unwise to believe anything that came from the spiteful, jealous woman...yet, his distress caused pain to strike his heart and he yearned to know the truth.

Although, in this case, the “truth” wasn’t actually very truthful.

She often told him things like that Lucien was going after his girl for the second time, first with her when she had her chance and now, his beloved wife. Klaus merely brushed it off with an honest “he tries and I’ll stake him first chance I get”. However, Aurora wasn’t finished yet. She continued to lie and deceive Niklaus about the woman who she accused of replacing her in his life. The envy and loathing Aurora felt for Y/n was her motivator, but the woman was too far up a wall to need one in the first place.

“Are you telling me the truth?” He growled, keeping his eyes trained at the wall in front of them.

“Why do you ask?”

“I need to know I can trust your bold claims. So answer me, Aurora, are you telling me the truth?”

That smug little grin, masking her deluding ways. “Of course, Nik. I would never lie to you.” Her welcome into his trust was unsurprisingly taken advantage of when she traced her finger down his arm and then brought her hand up his abdomen slowly. Klaus shoved her invasive hand off of his chest though, giving her a warning glare.

“Thank you for informing me.” That was all he said to her before he made his way out of the room in the most hurry she’d ever seen him in.

Aurora smiled conceitedly. Her plans were on the right track. Whilst Nik didn’t have the same feelings for her now as he did way back during the beginning of their story, but Aurora was determined to stir those feelings from the dead as vampirism did him and her.

She drawled under her breath, “I will have you again, Nik.” her mischievous smile grew wider, “I will have you again, and nothing can stop me this time.”

“Blasphemy!” Niklaus shouted, veins popping out from the rage coursing in his system. He neared Y/n again, the slight fear in her eyes drawing a pause for a second, guilt stilling him, but his anger took the reigns once more.

“It’s not blasphemy! I would never lie to you!”

“The falsity of your deception proves otherwise, love.” He smirked, raising his brows as to question if she would battle his words yet again. Proof was what he needed, but his vexation had drowned out all logic, including his ability to see the proof he wanted so desperately.

“What deception? What falsehood do you believe to have come from my mouth? When I married you, I vowed to be truthful and loyal. You of all people on this fucking earth should know I always keep a vow.” She narrowed her eyes at him. The betrayal he thought he felt was temporary and fabricated, but hers was 100% genuine and seething within her.

“You say that but if you were indeed an untrue person, your answer would be no different.”

“Why do you insist on proving me a traitor!? What has pushed you so far past your breaking point that you actually accuse me, your wife, as a viper?”

“Don’t you pretend like you don’t know the malicious schemes you’ve plotted against me or the affairs you’ve had with men who obviously aren’t your husband!” He couldn’t stop himself now; “I’ve loved you for centuries and you decide to be disloyal and ill-natured?!”

“Says who?!”

“Says Aurora!” After the words flew from his mouth, a tiny part of him realized just how fucked up it sounded. Just how fucked up it was that he believed her over his wife, but the hybrid was stubborn. He was too stubborn to change his belief or admit his fallacious accusations were unjust without proper evidence.

Y/n knew Aurora and Klaus’ story. Her knowledge of the ancient and long forgotten tale made her reaction thousands of times worse. “Aurora? ...Huh. You choose to believe her- that manipulative, lying bitch, over me? I thought you knew me better than that.” She wiped away a rebellious tear, “I thought I knew you better than that.”

Disappointment hung heavy on her features, drawing a feeling of shame from Klaus. Y/n glared at him one last time, her knitted brows and vaguely teary eyes evidence of the heavy-heartedness that overwhelmed her. She bit the inside of her mouth and shook her head disapprovingly before turning and walking out the front gate-doors of the Mikaelson mansion. Klaus was alone.

The sounds of Davina’s giggles echoed, Cami sitting in front of her and chuckling heartfully as well. Their laughter died off when they noticed Y/n sulking through the front doors of Rousseau's. The place was empty aside from the two women having drinks and a friendly chat. Then Y/n entered and found a seat. The atmosphere, once cheery, suddenly felt melancholy.

“Hey, Y/n, you alright?” Camille’s smile was wiped from her lips. She felt empathy for Klaus’ wife and, as a friendly person in general, she felt overcome with the need to help solve the complication that made her feel so down in the dumps.

“I’m-” She was ready to say fine, Davina and Cami knew it, but she broke down in tears before she could even shape an “o” with her lips. Both women jumped up immediately and sat in the seats beside Y/n. Though Davina couldn’t stand Klaus, she actually liked Y/n and seeing her hurt sent searing pain into her own heart.

“It’s okay, hun,” Cami wrapped an arm over Y/n’s shoulder, her other hand rubbing her other shoulder and arm comfortingly, “take as long as you need, there’s no pressure, no rush, none of that. We’ve got you.”

And so they did. The two women took turns holding Y/n as she cried, and before long, she was ready to talk. She explained Klaus’ anger and the source of their fight, the source of the fake news he’d lashed out because of. Davina and Cami shared a glance when Aurora was mentioned, both women already hating her but equally despising her even more now. Y/n sobbed, crying into Cami’s shoulder about wanting Klaus to just believe her. She said she loved him and because of that, she felt pained by his lack of belief in her.

“He’s not worth it if he can’t see how wrong that decision was-”

“I know, but he’s my husband. I vowed to love him always and forever, to never leave his side, and I intend to keep that vow...so long as he doesn’t do anything to fuck it up any more than he already has.”

The sun began to sink into the dark, not fully quite yet, but still creating it’s beautiful array of colors as a final act before disappearing for the night. About halfway through Y/n’s rant, Cami called Hayley and gave her a summary of what she knew so far. A promise of arriving as soon as she could was returned on Hayley’s end before the line went dead and Cami returned to the table.

Still not entirely after sunset yet, Hayley swung open the door to Rousseau's, catching Davina and Y/n off guard. Despite being the one who called her, Cami stayed seated. Y/n and the witch beside her exchanged confused expressions.

“Are you just gonna sit there or are you gonna tell me what the hell I need to do to Klaus?”

Y/n chuckled softly, wiping away more of the salty tears, before standing and walking over to Hayley, greeting her with a hug. “You don’t have to get involved if you don’t want to-”

“No, trust me, I have to and I want to.” She pulled away and dropped her warm smile, giving Y/n the most serious look she could muster. And as she was Hayley Marshall, it was effortlessly pretty fucking serious. “Now, I want you tell me everything,” the mom voice came out to play, “don’t leave a single detail out. Then, we can discuss what we’re going to do about it.”

“Where is he?”

Rebekah had been informed by the pissed off werewolf and bartender everything that had happened, resulting in her becoming equally upset. She welcomed Hayley inside the gates and nodded her head up the stairs. “I haven’t said anything to him, so you’ll be lucky enough to catch him by surprise.”

The werewolf nodded in understanding before pacing toward the stairs irritability. “Thanks.”

“Make it hurt!” Rebekah’s voice faded away as she walked out the gates, leaving Hayley alone to find Niklaus.

Atop the stairs, she found no sign of anyone whatsoever, but that was only on the outside. If Klaus happened to be inside on of the many rooms, she wouldn’t waste her time searching. Instead, she waited, leaning against the railing and doing a breathing exercise Y/n taught her during one lonely full-moon.

After minutes of waiting, Klaus finally walked out of a door and started for the stairs. It wasn’t longer than a minute before he stopped in his tracks and realized he’d missed something. He shot a double take in Hayley’s direction, a puzzled expression quickly finding way to his face. It seemed as though he was contemplating whether or not her unexpected appearance was a good thing or a bad thing.

When he seemingly couldn’t make up his mind, staring a few minutes longer, a heavy sigh left her mouth. She was ticked off with him before, but after hearing everything Y/n had to say, she was furious. No, more than furious. The blood boiling rage was incessantly pounding in her head, all she wanted was cause destruction and pain. A rare thing for her.

But now was not the time to lash out, not yet. She inhaled and exhaled, Hayley shifted on her feet and looked around before turning her head to Klaus and beckoned him over to her with a come-hither motion of her index finger.

“What is it?”

She looked at him, flabbergasted that he’d even ask a question as stupid as that, “What is it? What is it, Klaus?” Hayley slapped him, the man doubling back and blinking in astonishment. And not the good kind.

“How dare you lay your hands on me, you-”

“So you’re gonna yell at me now?” She crossed her arms, and unimpressed look resting upon her face. “You know, personally, I think Y/n is better off without you but she’s broken and has been bawling her eyes out nonstop for hours on end, drinking away all the pain that you’ve formed into a stake and shoved into her chest.”

He stopped, fury fleeing his face as he experienced what felt like her words body-slamming into him.

“And guess who’s been there to pick out the splinters?” She poked her finger against her chest over and over again. “Me!” Her eyes never left his, telling him just how sincere about this she really was. “Me! Cami- even Davina!” Hayley threw her hands in the air, emphasizing the shock that came with the information. “Rebekah’s on her way over now, and I’m sure Elijah will see to it that he comforts his sister-in-law as much as he can, but you?”

“I-”

She cut him off, temper still unquenched, thirsty for vengeance. “Let me finish.” She growled. Hayley looked around the room in attempt to calm herself, but it was to no avail.

“You got her into this mess. I just hope you get both of you guys out of it.” She flicked her eyes back to his, giving him her infamous dead eyed glare. “I really hope you do. And you better do it soon. Because I won’t be there to pick the splinters out for you when she realizes she doesn’t need your sorry ass.”

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satuguro · 4 years

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jurassic park

IN WHICH: one call makes tsukishima drop everything and run to you.

PAIRING: tsukishima kei x reader

INSPIRED BY: anyone else but you — the moldly peaches, space song — beach house, hikare are (moonlight version) — burnout syndromes

WARNING(S): angst, unhealthy home, parents arguing, tsukki is a simp, you’re oblivious

NOTES: this is based off of my experiences and my living conditions. my situation hasn’t gotten better, but if you’re in the same boat, please talk to someone. you aren’t alone <3

tsukishima tried to ignore how fast he grabbed his phone when he saw your contact popped up on his screen.

your contact photo was a terribly blurry photo of you having a laughing fit after taking his phone. you had taken it completely by accident and had demanded that he delete it the moment he got his phone back or else, you would “commit a crime to end up on the national news.”

he didn’t delete it. he knew you had a soft spot for him, as much as he unfortunately did for you.

it was 12:47 am, and the sun was long gone and the moon was out. tsukishima liked to tell others that he had a perfectly fine sleeping schedule, but only the closest to him knew that he couldn’t sleep early. he had tried, sure, but he just couldn’t. his mind worked better at night, anyway.

he pressed the green button on his phone and raised it to his ear, tsking as he started talking before you could. “l/n, i know i called you a friend that one time but this—“

“kei,” you sniffled, and tsukishima froze. he listened to the sound of your footsteps, and his blood ran cold at the sound of loud yelling that quickly followed. filthy curses and condescending words flowed out of his phone and right into his ears.

your parents.

“they’re arguing again,” you whispered, “i— can you come walk me to your house?” tsukishima heard a loud crash from your end, and he immediately made a beeline to the door of his room to leave.

“yeah, yeah, i’ll be there,” tsukishima walked out to his front door, passing by his mother, who was watching an old movie with his brother.

they noticed him (how could they not, he wasn’t exactly built to not be noticed), but they said nothing as he gave them a desperate look. they knew of your situation. they knew how much kei hated your parents and how he’d come home, stressed and worried out of his mind because he has just listened to you rant about them for an hour and a half.

you always felt guilty for treating him like your therapist. tsukishima always had to remind you that he truly didn’t mind.

“kei, hurry,” he heard your door slowly creak open and shut, “i... i don’t wanna be here anymore, kei.” your voice cracked mid-sentence, and the mere sound of it was like a knife to his heart.

“i’ll be there, y/n,” he pulled his shoes on quickly, “i’m gonna drop the phone so that i can run. i’ll be there, okay?” after hearing your small sound of agreement, tsukishima dropped the phone and shoved it into his pocket.

with that, he ran to your house. he had never ran so fast in his life, but if it was for you, he’d do it again. besides, years of volleyball led him up to this moment.

you were outside your house, sitting at the curb with your head in your hands. the streetlight over your head shone down on you like a spotlight, illuminating your body.

the palms of your hands pressed into your eyes so hard that you saw blooming stars behind your eyelids. you wanted to scream, you wanted to punch something, you wanted to so anything to make the pain you felt go away.

yet you sat there on the curb, numbly letting the tears hit your skin.

you heard his quick steps before he could say anything. his chest was heaving as he gasped for air, but you used your energy to briskly stand up and walk towards him. you said nothing as you stood in front of tsukishima, choosing only to let your head fall against his torso. your arms swung dead at your sides, but you didn’t have to do anything, for tsukishima knew what you were trying to say.

his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him as you finally let it all out. you wet the volleyball sweatshirt he was wearing with your salty tears, but you heard no complaints from him (for now). his hand was rubbing your back as you finally wrapped your arms around him and sobbed. you cried until your throat felt dry. you cried until that stupid lump in your throat started to ache.

it took a few minutes until your breathing finally returned to a relatively calm pace. you looked up at him, eyes glassy and red and puffy, but as tsukishima looked at you, he saw nothing but the dawning sky. you were every hue of a sunrise, every tuft of cloud, and every ray of light. you were beautiful, gorgeous, even, and tsukishima carefully wiped a last tear from your eye with his thumb.

his touch was gentle and soft, as if you were a porcelain doll that he was scared to break. he was looking at you with a look he had never given you before.

tsukishima managed a snarky smile. that little quirk of his lips that you had grown to love over the years. “you look like shit,” he lied, and you could only roll your eyes.

you never took his words seriously. maybe that was why he loved you.

you took his hand in yours and intertwined your fingers. wordlessly, tsukishima began walking you to his home, your hands still together and peacefulness finally settling in your stomach.

“do you wanna watch jurassic park at your house?” you asked softly, looking at the blond with glimmering eyes. a rare, genuine smile made its way onto kei tsukishima’s face.

“i thought you were tired of jurassic park.”

“it’s your favorite movie series,” you shrugged, turning your eyes to the dimply lit street ahead of you both. “i know you love the series, don’t deny it.”

“so?”

“so,” you chuckled, “i don’t mind it as much. just because i’ll be watching it with you.”

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wolfish-trickster · 3 years

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Liar

Loki x female!reader

Part 2 (I wanted the first part to be only oneshot, but since a lot of you asked so nicely)

Word count: 2,5K

Warning: angst, fluffy doggie

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You heard him through your door shouting your name, begging you to listen to him, to let him inside to talk to you. You didn't. Your hands tried to cover Rex's ears. Poor pup, he started shivering from all of that shouting and was clinging to you for dear life.

When Loki became quiet for few minutes you kinda expected him to kick the door, call you a bitch and leave. But nothing like that happened. Instead hard footsteps started leaving your door. You were alone once again, feeling more hollow than ever.

Sun hasn't even risen yet when you exited the Tower with Rex on the leash. You spent big part of the night making your little friend used to the feeling of being on string and he was already eager to try it out outside your room. You haven't met anyone on your way out, thank heavens.

It started to dawn when you finally got to the park you've been in yesterday. First rays of sun tickled you on your cheeks. Rex was running around, sniffing and marking every tree, chewing on grass and lower parts of benches. You threw him some branches and cones and giggled when he tripped over his small paws. He was so full of life. Unlike you.

You missed Loki. You hated him for what he did, true. But you still missed him. He was so desperate to explain, to make up with you. But you couldn't let him manipulate you anymore. You almost believed him when he called you 'love' and stayed at your door, pleading to be let in.

Almost.

Now that your dog was freshened up after a morning walk, both you and him deserved breakfast. You didn't feel any hunger, but you still needed to put something into you. Even if it will taste like sand in your mouth.

The elevator dinged on the floor containing living room and kitchen. You prayed Loki wasn't there. He wasn't, but you were greeted by another god instead.

Thor was sitting at the table, he had his back to you, but you knew he heard you coming. Rex excitedly ran towards him and started sniffing his leg. You gently pulled him backwards a little.

"Morning," you greeted, your voice a little less cheerful like it used to be.

Thor swallowed anything he was chewing and turned towards you. "What did you do to Loki?"

Of course he had to go and complain to his big bro. "None of your business," you retorted and tied the end of the leash around one of the chairs. You knew if you let your pup go you would have to chase him around the whole New York.

"It is my business. He is my brother-"

"Adoptive," you reminded him his own words he once said the first time you met.

"-adoptive brother. But still mine. Y/N, you used to be so close, why did you lash out on him like that?"

You rolled your eyes. "He deserved it," you started to pour water into kettle.

"He deserved it how?"

"Look, I know what are you going to think when I tell you the truth. But frankly, I don't care. He betrayed me- no, he lied to me. Our whole friendship was a damn game to him. I was a damn game to him. He manipulated me, played the poor sad victim of abusive father so I could get him out of the prison. Which I did! I was so stupid. You were right, all of you were right and I was wrong. He's a villain who can't be trusted," when you ended your rant you realized you gathered enough water for two cups of tea out of habit. You poured half of the kettle down the sink.

"And why do you think he did all of that?" Thor asked

You gulped down the lump creating in your throat upon remembering his words. "I heard him," you whispered loud enough for him to hear.

While the water was heating up you filled Rex's bowel with some canned meat and put it infront of his little snout.

"You must've heard wrong then."

"And how can you be so sure? You weren't even there!" water started bubbling.

"I know Loki better than anyone in this building," he pointed at his chest.

"Well, you know him wrong, just like I did! I trusted him and he-"

"He trusted you back! With his own life!"

"No," you sniffed. "He did not. And I see it now. All those nice things he did, all those hugs and gifts. He did all of it so I could trust him more," you turned away from him. "I don't know why he's still keeping up the 'good guy' facade. He knows I found out. Does he really think me so stupid to fall for his trick again?" a tear or two escaped your eyes.

"He doesn't. I have known him his whole life Y/N, he's not that kind of a person. He is genuenly sorry."

"Then why isn't he here? Why isn't he telling me he's sorry? Did he make you fix his mistake?" you asked a little too tetchily.

"Y/N, I-"

"Y/N! My dear, you are up earlier than I expected," Thor's voice came from behind you. The one in front of you, did a facepalm, pain on his face. "It is a nice sight to wake up to," the Thor behind you winked, but stopped in his tracks when he saw the other Thor hiding his face in his big palm.

You turned to the facepalming Thor. "Loki, you nasty bastard!" your hand was twitching to throw still burning kettle at his head as he let the illusion vanish, but you didn't want to scare Rex.

"Y/N, listen to me," he took a stwp forward, you step backward and your lower back hit the counter.

"And why should I?! You lied again! How am I supposed to trust you after all your lies?!"

"Technically I didn't lie, you never asked if I was the real Thor," there was his silvertongue again.

"Fuck you and your sarcasm, Laufeyson," you never wished for a puppy to finish eating more than now. All you wanted to do was pick him up and hide in your room again.

"Whoa, is this about the yelling we heard yesterday?" Thor asked.

"You heard it?" you couldn't have been so loud, could you?

"Yelling yes, topic no."

"Oh, so he didn't boast?" you glared back at the trickster god.

"No, I am a big boy, I can fix my own problems without pouring my heart out to anyone. So to answer your previous question: no, I did not make Thor fix my mistake. And for your second question: I am here now, and I am willing to apologize, even though I did nothing wrong, technically."

"Yeah, technically you only broke my trust and my heart," you took your cup of tea in one hand, put Rex's bowel in the sink and untied his leash with the second hand.

He ran before you and held you by your shoulders. "Technically I was doing what I had to."

"Yes, getting some gold digger drunk and getting in her pants is something you had to do," you tried to walk by him but his grip was firm.

"No, you misunderstood the whole situation. It was part of a mission. She was a mistress of one retired agent of hydra and she allegedly had some useful info. Tony thought that with my charm and silvertongue I could make her give it to us," his eyes seemed to tell the truth.

"And how did your conversation turn to me, huh?"

He sighed. "She saw my lockscreen and asked who was the girl on it. I had to lie. I had to tell her all those filthy lies to convince her I truly want her. My tongue burned the whole time, believe me."

You looked at him, long and hard. A sad chuckle escaped your lips. "You are a master at lying, I give you that. And this one," you slipped from his grasp, "was well thought out."

You ran to your room, leaving both brothers bewildered in the kitchen. When you closed the door behind you and let Rex go off his leash, that's when you broke. You fell down toyour knees and started crying. How could you be so stupid to fall for one of his tricks again?

You felt Rex's little tongue licking salty trials from your cheeks, his wet cold nose nudging your face. He brought you one of his squeeky toys and showed you how to play with them. He was doing anything to cheer you up.

This little guy knew you for only a day and a half and he already loved you with his entire being. The stranger in park was right, dog really is man's bestfriend.

You played with your pup. You didn't have enrgy to do anything more productive. He already understood the concept of retrieving and he always came running back to you with any toy you threw him.

When it was time for lunch, you put a leash on Rex and using secret staircases and halls to avoid kitchen and any common areas you got out. On your way to the park you bought yourself something to eat.

Rex smelled the meat in the food and stood up on two legs, begging for a treat. One does not simply resist his puppy eyes.

When you entered through the gate circling the park you spot a big familiar golden retriever. Ollie.

He recognised you and was dragging his owner by his leash towards you. The owner recognised you too. "Hello there, do you remember me?"

"Of course I do. As well as this pretty boy," you patted Ollie on the head. Rex got jealous and instead of greeting a fellow canine he tugged your jean with his tiny needle-like teeth. You scratched him behind his ears. "But of course, you are much prettier boy," as if he understood the praise he puffed his tiny chest and looked very pleased with himself.

"I see you followed my advice," the man pointed at your dog.

"Yeah, and you were right. He did make everything a little better. At times," you smiled sadly.

"Don't worry, time heals everything," he put his hand on your shoulder sympatheticly.

"I hope so," you sighed.

"By the way, seems like we are becoming dog buddies. Wouldn't it be good to know each others' names?" he changed the subject.

"Yeah, I suppose it would," you held out your free hand. "Y/N."

He took it. "Max."

You convinced Max to stay out with you as long as he could. You really didn't want to return to Tower anytime soon. You made at least 4 rounds around the enormous park, Rex gave up walking after the thrid one and you had to carry him.

Max told you how he got cheated on in more detail. How it resoluted in a big fight, flying plates and broken bottles. You told him your own situation. You had to change few details, so he wouldn't find out you are an Avenger.

"What do you think Max? Should I trust him?"

"Honestly? I don't know. He did sound like a cool guy until you got to the whole 'gold digger' part. Do you want to trust him?"

Your eyes studied dirt below your boots. "Yes, he was my closest friend. And I miss him. But I can't let myself be his toy again. I don't want him to hurt me," you hugged Rex tighter to your chest and he started licking any piece of skin he could reach, mainly your neck.

"He sounded like he was really sorry. I would try to reason with him and talk to him more, but I can't tell you what to do."

You hummed. Your bag started to buzz. You fished out your phone and looked at the icon. It was blank, but the caller ID was called 'Loki'. You made few changes at night and deleted the old selfie.

"Speak of the devil," you reluctantly picked up. "What do you want?"

"To show you a proof," his voice sounded tired and emotionless. A little hoarse.

"Why are you still trying?" you asked, tiredness evident in your voice too.

"Because I don't want to loose you. Please, just this once. Let me show it to you, and then you are free to leave. For good," he really sounded defeated. If you didn't know better you would run to him and hugged him tightly.

You pondered it a little. It could be another trick. Eventually you gave in. "Fine, I'll be there in 10 to 15 minutes," you hung up and turned towards Max. "I'm sorry, I have to go. It was great talking to you!"

"You too. Good luck!"

"This better not be one of your tricks," you entered Bruce's second lab, just as Loki instructed. He was sitting at one of Bruces desks behind a big monitor. "It isn't, trust me."

"That's something that's really hard to do," you glared.

He hid his hurt and pressed play. A video from security cameras was playing. With audio as well. You saw him pouring red wine fro him and the woman. She wasn't blond how you imagined her but the rest of her looked exactly like in your head: plastic.

Few flirts were exchanged and then you heard the part you were already familiar with. Your heart hurt and you felt Rex rub himself on your leg.

He was telling the truth. When she said what they wanted to hear, Loki touched her forhead and she stood up and left as if nothing ever happened.

He turned the video off and turned to you. You didn't know how to react. You were so glad he didn't mean those words he said. But hearing them still hurt.

"Loki, I know what you said wasn't truth, and I really want to trust you again. But..."

He hung his head. "I understand. Being friends with a liar is risky as it is," he stood up and walked toward glass doors.

'Move! Tell him something! Anything! Tell him you're sorry! Tell him you want to be friends again!' your mind screamed at you. You opened your mouth, but no words left it. You felt paralyzed.

Before he could exit completely, he turned towards you and smiled, though his eyes were hollow and wet. "He does deserve the 'best friend' title more than me," his voice broke in the middle of the sentence and left, before you could hear his heart breaking anew.

Part 3?

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pappydaddy · 3 years

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Tribulations (n.w.)

A/N: I am slowing knocking these requests down! I am so happy to finally be able to get these imagines out for you guys who have waited so, so patiently!! This one is for the lovely anon who requested Nancy x fem!reader with a secret relationship. I had no idea what to title this so I just went with a word😅! This has some hardcore angst so I hope you don’t mind! Hope you enjoy it lovely💛!

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Reader

Show/Movie: Stranger Things

Requested

Inspired by: i love you by billie eilish (slowed + reverb) (first bit) and She by dodie (second bit) *creds to owners, found in links)

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, argument, fluff.

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There was a certain comfort about hiding something so tender from everyone else. Maybe it was the fact that it remained untouched by the menacing hands of the outside world, maybe it was the fact that it laid in the shadows, unseen by everyone else. Whatever it was, Nancy didn’t have a problem continuing this charade of hiding her relationship from her friends and family. She was perfectly content on hiding the loving touches and kisses that she and Y/N shared in the confines of their rooms.

Y/N on the other hand was growing tired of being hidden. She wanted nothing more than to hold Nancy’s hand as they walked down the street in the daylight. She wanted to kiss her in front of their friends just as Nancy had done with her boyfriend’s in the past. She wanted to have the sickeningly cute relationship you saw in the movies, but yet, she was restricted to stealing kisses when they snuck away under the pretenses of powdering their noses.

“Hey, Nance,” Y/N spoke up, her teeth picking at her bottom lip nervously. She didn’t lift her head off Nancy’s chest, remaining in her comfortable position of laying between Nancy’s thighs, their stomachs pressing together. Nancy hummed, her fingers continuing to comb through Y/N’s hair. “I’ve been thinking-”

“Uh oh, thinking almost always leads to something.” Nancy commented, trying to keep the lightness of the situation, almost as if she knew exactly what Y/N was going to try and talk about. Y/N sensed her girlfriend’s nerves rising, the panic stirring under her calm surface. She pulled herself from Nancy’s embrace, suddenly the calmness she once felt a second ago turned to undeniable tension. Sitting on her knees, she faced Nancy who sat up, pulling her knees to her chest.

“Yeah, that’s kinda the whole point,” Y/N nodded awkwardly, tangling her fingers together nervously. “Um, I was just wondering when we could maybe tell people about us,” She spoke the question that had been weighing on her mind for some time. “It doesn’t have to be everyone, it can start with Robin and Steve or something, or maybe just Robin, it doesn’t matter as long as you’re comfortable, but I just want someone else to know about us.” She rambled, worried that the thought of telling everyone they knew would freak Nancy out too much.

“I don’t know, Y/N, I kind of like this.” Nancy shrugged, wrapping her arms around herself. Y/N sighed, her shoulders slumping. She knew that Nancy had worked at breaking from the mold of the perfect daughter, trying to stop living with a safety net under her at all times, but she also knew that the safety net had only dropped so far.

“Like what, Nancy? Like only being able to hold each other within a certain four walls? Is this all our relationship will be? Hiding in our rooms, stealing kisses in empty public washrooms?” Y/N pressed, gesturing to the room they currently sat in. The walls of Nancy’s room was a sight that Y/N saw pretty much daily, but right now, she would rather be anywhere else.

“Of course not,” Nancy defended, her mouth falling open as she struggled to find a way to reply to her. “But you have to admit that there is something special about keeping this,” She gestured between herself and Y/N who remained at the foot of her bed, keeping as much distance between them as she could. “Keeping us away from them.” She pointed her finger towards her window. Y/N glanced towards it before shaking her head.

“Look Nancy, I get that you’re nervous to tell people and that’s okay, but honestly,” She took a deep breath. “You might be okay with hiding us from the world, but it makes me feel like shit. It makes me think that you don’t want people to know that you’re dating me and that hurts.” Tears stung her eyes, but she hurriedly blinked them away. She kept her eyes from meeting Nancy’s brown ones, knowing that if she looked at them, she wouldn’t be able to stop the salty tears from streaking down her cheeks.

“That’s not what I meant to do, you have to trust me, Y/N/N,” Nancy pleaded, rolling onto her knees to reach for Y/N’s hands. Y/N scrambled off the bed, standing in the middle of Nancy’s room with her hands raised in the air to avoid Nancy from teaching them. She shook her head, a lump forming in her throat. “I never meant for you to feel like that, I just think it’d be better if we keep our relationship a secret for a bit longer-”

“Yeah, a bit longer,” Y/N’s voice was weak as she tried to hold back her emotions, her bitter sarcasm straining through just enough for Nancy to recognize it. “That’s what you said two months ago! And two months before that,” She exclaimed loudly. Nancy sent a panicked look to the closed bedroom door, shushing Y/N. “Christ Nancy! We’re nearing our one year anniversary and we are still keeping us a secret,” She continued. Nancy opened her mouth to talk, but Y/N unknowingly cut her off, finally meeting Nancy’s eyes. “Why,” She spoke the word softly, so softly that it was almost unheard. “Why do you want to keep us a secret?” Hurt was evident in her voice and Nancy knew that nothing she could say would make that hurt go away right now.

“I-I,” She stammered, this time, it was her eyes that dropped from Y/N’s. “I-”

“Is it because you’re dating me, a girl,” Y/N posed the question with a strained voice. This time a tear did roll down her cheek. “Because I really don’t want to think that you would be ashamed of that, but I really cannot find another reason why you would be so adamant about keeping us a secret. And if you’re not ready to come out to people yet, that’s fine. I am completely okay with that because that’s something you have to do on your own time, but all I am asking for is for you to tell me so that we can figure out where we can go from here,” She ranted her voice wobbling. She looked up at the ceiling, trying to will the tears and lump in her throat away, but it was useless. “Because I don’t want to sit here and just be a secret forever.”

“That’s not the reason! Maybe it’s part of it, but trust me when I say that I am ready to come out to my mom and brother! Even our friends, but I don’t want to fully disclose our relationship with them.” Nancy told her, her eyes wide.

“That’s the thing, Nancy,” She sighed. “I don’t want to force you to come out to anyone if you’re not ready. If you were truly ready, you would have talked about it or at least thought about before you realized that you could lose me from this,” Y/N finally shuffled back over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it, just far enough out of Nancy’s reach to let her know she still didn’t want to be touched. “I’m not saying I want to break-up, I am saying that I want to talk about this with you, but I think we both need to take some time and think about what we want separately and then talk.”

“So you want to go on a break?” Nancy’s voice wobbled this time, her bottom lip quivering ever so slightly.

“No, just take a day or two, think about it and then we can talk and see where to go from there. We need to start communicating instead of just brushing everything under the rug,” Y/N paused, hesitantly reaching her hand out to lay in over Nancy’s, their eyes connecting. “But don’t feel like you need to come out to keep me, I don’t want to force you to come out, I just want to talk.” She reminded her.

“Talk,” Nancy nodded, swallowing thickly. “We can do that.”

“Okay,” Y/N whispered, pulling her hand off Nancy’s slowly. “I’m going to go now, call me when you want to talk?” She asked, picking her bag up off the floor. Nancy nodded, her lips pressing together in an attempt to stop the trembling. She didn’t answer, too scared that she’d break down if she opened her mouth to speak.

With a final nod and a tight smile, Y/N opened the door to Nancy’s room. It felt like even more of a weight settled down upon her now that the fate of their relationship hung in the balances of uncertainty as she closed the door behind her and quickly made her way out of the Wheeler household. “Leaving so soon, Y/N, I was just going to go up and ask if you were staying for dinner tonight.” Mrs. Wheeler perked up as the teen rushed past the entrance of the dining room. Y/N stopped, backing up to peek her head around the wall, a fake smile on her lips.

“Uh, not tonight Mrs. Wheeler, thanks for the offer though! I’m just really swamped with College Applications and stuff, the busy life of a Senior!” She lied, hoping the older woman would buy it. Mrs. Wheeler hummed, nodding as if she hadn’t bought the lie she gave her.

“You’re coming to the movie night this weekend though, right?” Mike popped up, blinking at the girl. The monthly movie night. It started with just Y/N, Steve, Robin, and the kids before it expanded to include Nancy after her break-up with Jonathan.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” She told him, earning a smile from the lanky teen. “See you, Mrs. Wheeler, thank you for having me!” She called over her shoulder, escaping the seemingly cheery house as she felt like she was suffocating. She regretted bringing the topic up. She wanted to huddle back under the shade of the shadows, the protection of blissful ignorance, but she knew that if they wanted to progress this relationship any farther, they had to talk about this sooner or later.

She held onto her tears long enough to slip into her car, but the second the door slammed, her shoulders shook as tears rolled freely down her cheeks. The fear that maybe this might be the end of her relationship weighing heavily on her mind. ____

“Nancy?” Y/N gasped in shock when she pulled her front door open to see her girlfriend standing on her porch. Nancy looked up from her feet, her eyes connecting with Y/N’s. Tension and an air of awkwardness surrounded them as they stood there staring at each other.

“Um, I know you asked me to call you, but I was out driving and I thought that there was no better time to talk than now,” Nancy explained, shuffling her feet. Y/N blinked, not having expected Nancy to be ready to talk so soon (a day) after the fight. “Could I come in?” She asked the stunned girl, pointing past her into her house.

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N nodded, stepping aside as she ran a hand over her face. “Come in, and uh, sit down, my parents are out for the night so we can talk in the living room if you’d like.” Y/N swallowed, gesturing towards the empty living room.

“Thank you.” Nancy whispered in passing, slipping into the house and practically beelining towards the living room. Y/N softly closed the door, leaning her forehead against the wood of it before pushing off it and joining Nancy.

“Would you like a drink or something before we start talking,” She asked, rubbing the back of her neck. Nancy shook her head, settling down on the couch, placing her bag by her feet delicately. “Okay,” Y/N nodded, rubbing her nervous palms on her jeans. She sat on the opposite end of the couch stiffly, clearing her throat. “So, you’re ready to talk about us?”

“Yeah, um,” Nancy shifted, angling her body to look at Y/N better from the corner of her eyes. She kept her gaze on her interlocked fingers that were placed in her lap. “I gave it a lot of thought.” Nancy informed her. Y/N hummed, turning her head to look at Nancy, waiting for her to continue, but she didn’t.

“And?”

“And I am ready to come out to our friends and my mom, but I just don’t know about telling them about us.” Nancy slowly let her eyes flirt up to look at Y/N, avoiding eye contact despite being glued to her face. Y/N nodded, pulling her face away from the girl, looking off towards the wall in front of her. The lump returned, blocking her airway.

“Okay, may I ask why you don’t want to tell them about us?” She wondered, trying to keep her watering eyes from developing into tears. Her heart sinking to the bottom of her feet.

“I don’t really know, it’s just that this is good - what we have is good.” Nancy tried to explain.

“Can I ask if you feel scared to tell people about us?” Y/N once again wondered, not wanting to push Nancy into doing something she didn’t want to, but also wanting to be happy in a relationship. She wanted to be with Nancy, but if Nancy wasn’t willing to consider the option of telling someone about their relationship, Y/N wasn’t sure she would be happy in the relationship.

“No, of course not,” Nancy defended honestly, slumping when she realized that she would have to expose the real reason to Y/N. “I just don’t want anything to change. I like how this is going and I don’t want to let the world at what we have, it’s too tender and too soft for the world.”

“If what we have is too soft for the world then it’s doomed because even hidden behind a curtain of secrecy, our relationship still had to stand the test of the world,” Y/N told her, still not looking towards the slack-jawed girl. “Look, Nancy, the world will get to us, maybe even more if we keep this a secret. Change is inevitable, it will get us either way.”

“I get that, but for right now, we can protect this from the world for just a bit longer!” Nancy cried, trying to prove her point. Y/N shook her head, turning her watery eyes to look at Nancy.

“Don’t you see it, Nance? This right here,” She gestured around the room and between them. “This fight, this argument that we’re having. This is the world getting at we have. And as much as I respect your desire to stay a secret, I just can’t be happy in a secret relationship that has no signs of becoming public at all.”

“So you want to break-up?” Nancy’s question was so similar to the one she asked the other day and she wished that Y/N’s answer would be the same as it was that time. Nancy let out a breath when Y/N shook her head.

“No, I don’t want to break-up, but I want to know that eventually, we will tell our friends at least because I love you and I want to hold your hand, I don’t want to pretend to be just friends in front of everyone. I love you Nancy Wheeler and I want to show you that I love you in front of our friends because it kills me to hear them asking you if you’ve met anyone and for you to tell them no.” Y/N ranted, her eyes darting away from Nancy’s once again.

Nancy sat there, her world shattering around her at the words Y/N spoke to her. “You love me?” Nancy whispered, hoping that Y/N didn’t mean those words.

“Yeah,” Y/N whispered back, her body riddled with anxiety. She could hear Nancy swallow from the deafening silence blanketing the room. Y/N’s tongue darted out to wet her lips nervously, waiting for Nancy to say something. “If you don’t want to say it back, it’s fine. Really, and it’s okay that you don’t want to tell people about us, but I just want you to tell me that there is a chance of us telling people about us before I fall any deeper.”

Nancy watched the glistening tear roll down Y/N’s cheek, a ball forming in her throat and a suffocating weight being placed on her chest. “I-I don’t know,” Nancy stuttered out, standing from the couch, her purse dangling from her fingers. “I need to go and think more, I guess I wasn’t ready for this yet, I’m sorry, Y/N,” She rushed out. Y/N stood, her heart falling from Nancy’s hands and splattering on the carpeted floor under their feet. “I’ll call you when I’ve figured it out, okay?” Nancy fled to the door, yanking it open and darting to her car before Y/N could even get to the front door herself.

“Wait, Nancy,” Y/N called, scrambling onto the porch, watching as the girl she loved slid into a Station Wagon. “Where does this leave us?” Her voice echoed into the night, but it didn’t receive an answer. ____

The weekend rolled around faster than Y/N wanted to. She had waited for so long for Nancy to come and talk to her, but her phone never rang nor did her doorbell. Y/N regretted a lot of things. The deep regret of bringing this up in the first place still grew in her stomach, the regret of saying that she loved her in the height of emotions piled on top of that to great a giant pile of regret.

Nancy on the other hand was high strung. Her mind ran a mile a minute. Her thoughts were all occupied by Y/N. The way her touch made her feel, the way her smile lit up the world, the beautiful melody that was her laugh. Before, she wasn’t sure why she wanted to keep the beautiful relationship between them a secret, but it came to her suddenly. She was scared, scared of having this relationship fail too. She had fallen out of love with Steve easily when Jonathan crept his way into her heart then she fell out of love with Jonathan due to the struggles of long-distance. When Y/N had uttered those words to her, it re-enforced that fear, but also made it clear that Nancy was once again free falling. She couldn’t escape her feelings, they were there and they needed to be tended to. The doorbell to the Wheeler household rang through the still house, jolting Nancy out of her thoughts. It was Y/N without a doubt, the others were already piled in the basement waiting for the movie night to begin. Swallowing thickly, Nancy chewed on her bottom lip. She stood from her bed, rushing down the stairs when she heard her mom greeting Y/N with excitement. She always loved Y/N. “Y/N,” Nancy exclaimed, stopping on the turn of the stairs. Y/N snapped her head up at the call of her name as did Mrs. Wheeler. “Could I talk to you in my room for a second?” She nodded her head up the stairs, her eyes pleading.

“Yeah, of course, Nancy.” Y/N nodded, her voice full of worry and nerves. She was convinced that Nancy was going to break up with her. That this would be the end to Nancy and Y/N. Mrs. Wheeler sent her daughter a wink and a smile, causing Nancy’s cheeks to flush, but Y/N was too wrapped up in her mind to notice it. The walk to Nancy’s room was short, but right now it felt like the length of Indiana itself. The silence between them was absolutely stifling. Nancy closed the door behind them, not missing the way Y/N moved to the other side of the room - putting as much distance between them as she could.

“Hi.” Nancy breathed, turning to face the silent girl. Y/N blinked, obviously filled with anxiety.

“You wanted to talk to me?” Y/N reminded, her hands slipping into the pockets of her denim jacket. Nancy cleared her throat, nodding. She took a few hesitant steps towards Y/N, not too many that she made her feel uncomfortable, but enough for her to get closer. From there, she was able to catch a whiff of Y/N’s calming scent from the spring breeze rolling in from the open window. Nancy took the chance to breathe it in, having missed it for the past few days.

“Yeah, I realized something while we were apart,” Nancy paused, looking down as she fiddled with her fingers. “I realized a lot actually and I’m not really sure where to start-”

“Just start where it feels natural, let your gut choose.” Y/N offered, making Nancy look up at her. The last rays of the sun shining through the window, creating a glow around her, making her look like an angel. Nancy lost her thoughts as she gazed upon her, the hues of pink and orange glowing off her skin, looking like a painting you would find in the Le Louvre.

“You mean everything to me,” She exhaled, startled that it had slipped out of her mouth. “Oh wow, okay, guess we are going with that first,” She admitted bashfully, dropping her head to face the carpet to hide the blush dusting her cheeks from Y/N. “I love you Y/N, so much and the reason I ran after you said that was because you were right, right about me being scared,” She sucked a breath in, trying to keep all the mustered up confidence that she had in her. “I was scared of those words, scared of yet another failed relationship and that’s why I was so against us telling people.”

“And what about now,” Y/N stepped one step closer, feeling hopeful. “Are you still scared?”

Nancy shook her head gently. “A little, but I’m more excited to see where this goes if you still love me.”

“Of course I still love you! It would take an awful lot for me not to love you,” Y/N smiled, taking a few more steps towards Nancy. Nancy took two steps, the two meeting in the center of the room, face to face. Their mouths were both stretched into large smiles, matching blushes painting their cheeks as they held each other. “You mean everything to me.” She whispered, leaning her face closer to Nancy’s. Nancy giggled, closing the distance between them to press their lips together.

They both welcomed the taste of each other, missing it desperately. Warmth spread through Y/N’s body, feeling like every single nerve was alive with happiness from the touching of their lips. Pulling back from the tender kiss, Nancy still held Y/N tight to her. “I want to tell them.”

“Tell them that you like girls and guys?” Y/N questioned, not knowing that Nancy had come out yet.

“I already told my family that, they are very accepting, my dad was a bit cold, but mom talked to him,” Nancy told her as if it wasn’t a big deal, but the growth of her smile told Y/N otherwise. “I want to tell them about us. I am pretty sure my mom already knows, I think she knew before I came out, but I want to tell our friends. Tonight.”

“Are you sure, I don’t want you to think that you have to do that in order for me to stay with you because I’ll stay with you regardless.” Y/N worried, not wanting to pressure Nancy into anything she didn’t want to do.

“I want to, I think it’d be a good baby step for us to slowly not be a secret anymore.” Nancy confirmed, pulling away from Y/N, but keeping one of her hands tightly in her grasp, her eyes twinkling with pure happiness.

“Only if you’re sure. You can take the reins on this one in case you change your mind, okay?” Nancy ignored this, pulling Y/N towards the door and into the hall, her fingers intertwining with Y/N’s absent-mindedly. Their hearts beat wildly in their chests as they rushed down the main stairs and dashed to the basement door. The room was already dark, the only light being from the blue screen coming from the TV, the VCR already prepped for the movie night.

“ ‘Bout time you two got down here.” Dustin grumbled from his spot on the floor next to Mike.

“Sorry, but we had to discuss something that we want to share with you guys,” Nancy could barely contain her excitement as she shared a giddy, love-struck look with Y/N. The group looked at her, Steve and Robin sitting on the couch with their feet propped up on the middle cushion. Max and Lucas sat on the floor with their backs pressed against the couch. “We’re dating, have been for almost a year.” They looked back at the group to see them all sharing looks.

“So,” Mike spoke up, as they all turned to look at the two girls again. “We already knew that. For a while now.”

“Wait, what?” Nancy sputtered, her eyes wide, her mouth falling open in shock.

“For starters, you guys are not discrete at all.” Steve broke the news, tossing a piece of popcorn into his mouth. Nancy scoffed, rolling her eyes, muttering a small ‘says you’ under her breath, earning a whine from her ex-boyfriend.

“Secondly, you should see the way you two look at each other, it was so obvious that you guys were mad for each other,” Robin shrugged. “Now hurry up and sit down so we can start this movie, I’ve been itching to see it.” Robin ordered, pointing to the armchair that was conveniently the only chair left for them.

“And we thought this would be ground-breaking news,” Y/N chuckled, shaking her head as Nancy led her across the darkroom. Plunking down in the soft chair, Nancy pulled Y/N down to sit on her lap, but Y/N shimmied so that only her legs rested over Nancy’s lap. “I love you.” She hummed, snuggling into her girlfriend.

Nancy pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I love you too, Angel.”

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