#me pretending to have shame in my intrests

[just-antithings]

Ok so I'm just need to get this off my chest about alot of fandom discourse and anti stuff (this is a bit messy sorry for that)

People who ship gay ships can and will be homophobic

And maybe this will be seen as a really weird take I don't mean in it in like "oh they have really bad takes about LGBTQA issues and don't understand that what they are doing is harmful" I mean it in "I think all queer people are going to hell and that homosexuality is a sin and that they are not allowed to marry or exist and should be killed but my two blorbos can make out and have gay sex because it's just a fantasy I will pray at the end of the night for forgiveness from God so it's ok uwu"

some do mental gymnastics to justify it

1- "well i see the feminine man as a woman so I'm not sinning"

2- "well my blorbos actually love eachother not like actual gay people they are just in it for the sex"

3 "it's a sin but I'll repent later"

My rule of thumb most religious people will jump hoops to justify things that they like but aren't allowed in there religious and at the same time will shame other religious people for doing the same thing because the other sin is easier for them to avoid

Some Christians will eat selfish but will shame other Christians for wearing certin clothes

Some muslims will drink alchohol but will shame other Muslims for eating pork

It's a basic fact

sins I like and have a hard time avoiding = Well I'm human

Sins I don't like and don't have a hard time resisting = bad and you are going to hell

How do I know that ? Well you see I unfortunately was homophobic I knew alot of homophobic people who shipped alot of queer ships some of them treat it like they have a porn addiction there are servers for *recovery* at least in my country's fandom

Hell me and my sister had to do mental gymnastics to justify to eachother why we shipped bakudeku and dazai and chuyya I still laugh to this day (it isn't funny giving the context that when we both discovered we ship gay ships me and my sister almost had a panic attacks thinking the other will snitch about the other and get beaten up for supporting homosexuality)

Thankfully me and my sister are better now and not homophobic anymore still have things to fix but we are doing better (fandom helped alot with that discovering that LGBTQA people are actually human who love their partners "I am sorry for the wording I really am" and not just pedophiles that are possessed by demons like we've always been told in the news and tv and every other form of media

I'm really bad at getting to the point but Anti policing certain things and calling people homophobic for doing things they don't like in fandom spaces is bad really bad an ally who ships a straight ship over a canonical gay ship are better than a homophobic person who ships the correct ships and uses the right labels and headcanons safe stuff and in real life won't hesitate to shoot a gay person

Some people (antis) need to understand that shipping isn't activism (do they think that all the people who wrote gay fanfiction in the old fandoms where actually you know ok with gay people? All of them ?) People can ship all the right stuff and be homophobic

Homophobia is hating gay people it isn't about what ship you like it isn't about what kind of media you consume and I'm tired of people pretending it is

People ship mainly because they like the pair simple as that (people shipped more gay ships because they simply weren't interested with shipping them with soulless female characters for sex appeal or female characters that simply didn't have chemistry with the protagonist and never showed intrest untill the last two chapters because boy gets girl , but the protagonists best friend on the other hand ? Their enemy ? Their mentor ? Characters that are well built and interesting and have a good dynamic) that's why I think shipping isn't activism your personal preferences aren't some form of activism sorry not sorry

People didn't make straight characters gay because they were progressive and wanted represention (I'm sure some did) but most of them liked the dynamic between these two characters that's it

And I fucking hate the why can't they be friends because they are in canon you are just whining because you want more content of them as friends and the sad truth is you have to make it yourself tragic I know

And I hate how they bully certain tags like gender bend and calling everyone homophobic in them because you know what homophobic people who use the tag do ? They move to the trans tag and pretend it's trans stuff while it is just gender bend simple as that , the people who aren't homophobic will label it correctly (I don't know how to explain it to people and I really don't want to come off as transphobic I'm still educating myself on the topic and I admit I still have unresolved homophobia so maybe I'm just wrong with this certain point and feel free to correct me if I am but gender bend and trans are two different things and it feels obvious when gender bend is tagged as trans I don't know how to explain it exactly I can't really maybe I have a biase on this topic but the greatest example I may have if the bts fandom most trans fics aren't trans they are a genderbend and I mean read and write what they want but criticism is important too"

And I also have a good laugh at the Antis who are like "you are equating pedophilia to gay people your like conservatives" when talking about censorship because no your average conservatives Christian doesn't equate it to pedophilia they think it is worse (pedophilia is not a sin just saying) they just need to be married to do it

I live in a conservative country ok ? When I was 12 I read a story about a 8 year old getting married to an 30 year old guy because her family abounded her and him being a man of god married her (it was a muslim story so adoption was a no no) and he started falling in love with her when she reached 16 and they got involved I would be ok with the story if the authors wasn't actually agreeing with all the worldviews their book had like litterly thought it was a good thing , but two teenage boys kissing in a book is seen as a moral threat to the country

So whay I'm saying here is no pedophilc writing will still exist if censorship people got they want they just need to do it in a god honoring way so all antis want if censorship of queer people there is no beating around the bush

And that gay people shouldn't have sex in literature Anti takes is something they share with homophobic people who ship queer ships do because

gay people wanting sex = predatory and bad

Straight people wanting sex = gods calling to multiply on earth or something

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#mod erin #ask #just anti things #posted without comment #pedophillia mention

[skzthoughts]

my little cum slut

felix x reader, hyunjin x reader, bang chan x reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, painful sex, force, gangbang, degradation, humiliation

Don not repeat these actions in real life

Truth or dare was gonna be the end of you. It got more intense with every second, going to a direction you weren't sure you liked. Your best friend, felix, was seating across from you on the bed, sucked into the game as though his life dependences on it. "You should go home. I have a test tomorrow, I don't have time to play."

"Wait!" Felix yelps. You wonder if he's really that bored when a mischievous grin crosses his lips. "What if we make this game more interesting?"

"Intresting how?"

"Oh, so now you want to play."

"Just set the rules already."

"Hmm," he leaned backwards in thought, his shirt revealing the outline of his abs. "got it," he said with a weird smile on his face.

"this round of truth or dare, all questions will be dangerous and inappropriate. If one refuses to answer the questions or do the dare, they will be forced to do anything the other tells them to do for an entire day."

"You'll do anything I want you to do?"

Felix nodded. "So, you in?"

You could already feel you're making a huge mistake. And yet... "I'm in." It's not like felix would make you do something completely humiliating incase you lost, right?

"it's your turn," he said calmly, a strange expression on his face. You thought for a moment, arching your back without noticing, causing the buttons of your uniform to stretch against your chest. Felix didn't mind how long you took, he like it infact, as long as he could stare at your perfect tits, imagining what it would feel like to suck them when he wins, and you'll be forced to do anything he wants you to for 24 hours.

"Alright, got it!" You said, smirking devilishly. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," his response was immediate, choosing the safer option for his first round.

"OK..." you let him wonder for a few seconds before continuing. "What. Is. Your. Dick size?"

Felix almost choked on air. "W-what?" His cheeks were painted bright, shameful red as his gaze turned downwards toward his shaft.

You decided that was the perfect opportunity to tease him. "It's that small, ha?"

Your comment made felix's head snap back up. "No it's not!"

You ignored his latest comment, pretending that you're trying to guess the size through his pants. "You know," you said, coking an eyebrow, "you can always give up and lose the bet."

"No!" He yelled, almost getting up from the bed in his frustration. "It's... eight inches."

Now it was your turn to choke. "E-eight inches?" You mumbled. Your biggest dildo wasn't that big. You wondered how well his cock would stretch you out, if it would hurt.

"Yeah, eight inches." Fekix chuckled at your disbelief. "My turn now," he said. "Truth or dare?"

"Tru- no, dare- truth, dare..."

"Come on, yn, the clock is ticking, "felix said. He didn't mind it that much, because you were seating in a way that made your skirt roll up your thighs, almost revealing the curve of your ass. But he wanted ro win, and he wasn't going to go easy on you.

"Ok, ok, dare!" Felix's mouth stretched into a lazy, devilish smirk, and you know you made the wrong choice. "Show me the most outrageous, inappropriate thing you own."

"N-no. Please, anything else..." your voice went quiet in response to the deadly look in his eyes. "You don't have to do this yn. All you have to do is give up and lose."

"No!" You refused, angrily reaching your hand into the night stand next to you and pulling out a small shoe box. You slammed it on the bed infront of felix.He raised his brows at you. "What's this?" He cooed as you lifted the lid, exposing several vibrators and dildos.

Felix's cheeks flushed red at the sight. It was just so easy, imagining him push each one of these in to you as you're tied beneath him, begging to cum, begging for mercy after he overstimulates you a billion times. How he'll just laugh in your face and slap your red, swollen, pained cunt, making you scream. How he'd try to push two dildos into your hole at the same time, watching with pleasure as you screamed in pain. He'd fuck you so hard you wouldn't be able to walk for weeks. He'd punish you so hard for ever daring to be a cum slut for anything else but his dick.

"You're such a slut," he said, Examining the toys with his eyes.

"No, I'm not," you answerd, a little Insulted.

"But you are. You're just a little cum slut, aren't you? Fucking all those dildos, you should be ashamed."

Your cheeks wee as red as a bright tomato. "Don't you start acting like a Saint now. It's my turn," you said, attempting to swith the subject.

And now it was your turn to humiliate him. You didn't fail to notice his growing bulge as he looked through your toys, and you were gonna use that for your advantage. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," felix said, eager to win and get it over with. He was gonna force you to take him like a good girl, push so hard into you that you'd see stars.

"Show me your dick."

"My- my dick?" He was sucked back into reality by your dare.

"Yeah. You said it's eight inches, and I know for a fact your rock hard now. So show me, big boy, or are you afraid it's a lot smaller than you said it is?"

Felix stood up from the bad, angrily and aggressively unbuckling his belt. "You wanna see my dick, little slut? Alright. I'll show you my dick."

Your heart pounded faster in your chest, yet you attempted to keep a cool, confident demeanor. He tugged at his pants, pulling them down to reveal his boxers. You watched, horrified, as he took his boxers off, his red cock finally free. He was huge. You started rubbing your boobs almost unknowingly, messaging and playing with your nipples at the sight.

Felix sat back down on the bed, pure anger in his eyes. "Is that too small for you?" He mocked, looking over at your tits.

"Truth or dare?" He said quietly, and this time it felt serious, dangerous.

You didn't know what was worse. You thought that if you'd chose dare, he'd just make you undress aswell. Which was bad, but not horrible. "Dare." But you realised how wrong you were when you saw the expression on his face.

"I dare you to..." he smiled, and his smile wasn't his usual sunshine smile. It was something much darker, as if a hungry demon had taken over him. "Let me that tight little cunt of yours. But not with my dick. You don't deserve that, little slut. With..." he picked the two largest dildos from the box. "These two. At the same time."

"W-what? Felix... no. N-no. It- it would hurt so much. I-"

"Than are you gonna lose? Yeah? Are you gonna give up, my little cum slut? Or are you gonna do this?"

You thought about it. It was just a bet... but thus side of felix scared you. If you lose, he could make you do much, much worse. Angrily, you took of your shirt and your skirt, remaining only in bra and underwear.

"Thats it," felix said hungrily, licking his lips. "Take your underwear off, little slut. Come here," he patted the spit next to him. You sat there completely naked, legs crossed.

"Ah-ah, toy, spread your legs wide for master." You layed back on the bad, spreading your legs to give felix a full view of your soaked cunt.

You whimpered as you felt his finger sliding down your folds. He laughed, a scary, haunting type of laugh, and you knew this was gonna be the most painful experience you ever had. "Already so wet for me, ha, slut?" Felix slept your cunt with the utmost force he could manage, making you scream in pain. It felt horrible, as though someone beaten you with a stick.

"Shut up, slut. You deserve it." Then you felt the tip of a dildo at your entrance. Felix pushed it in harsly with no warning, making you gag with pain and your legs tremble. He hit your cunt again, making you cry and sob. He just left the dildo inside while his fingers pinched your clit tightly, so much it was causing you pain and not pleasure.

"Lixie," you cried. "Lixie... please. It hurts so bad. Lixie... you said you'd never hurt me."

"Well that was before I found out you're such a slut." And then he placed the second dildo at your entrance, pushing it in harder than the first.

You screamed in agony, pain taking over your body. "I can't!" You screamed. "Take it out! Take it out! I give up, I can't!"

Felix looked excited as you carefully sat back up, still crying. He did seem to feel a bit of remorse when he frowned at you.

"Was it really that bad?" He asked.

You nodded silently, hugging your body as you sobbed. Felix came near you, wrapping his arms around you.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to your neck. "I didn't mean to hurt that much. I just wanted to punish you. And prepare you."

"P-prepare me?" You looked at him with dread as he noticed. "You have to do anything I say tomorrow, and what I say is... cone to school without underwear or bra. Just shirt and skirt."

You looked at him with shock. He can't be serious. "Yeah, do it. That was the bet. Oh, and meet me during lunch. I'll think about something more by then. Oh, during lunch, when you sit down to eat, make sure to push your butt out, so I can see that tight little push of yours. I'll get going now," he said, leaving you crying and shocked.

*****

You couldn't believe you were really doing this. Dread filled you as you made your way to the cafeteria for lunch.

The entire day has been absolutely horrible, having to be extra carefully to make sure no one sees your dripping pussy. It didn't help that you were horny and wet, beging for relief. And now you has to face whatever humiliation felix planned for you, not to mention that you had to bend down and show yourself to him, and probably at least another twenty students.

You took your tray and got the food, going to sit alone at the table like you always did. Placing the tray, you lifted your skirt up slightly, banding your ass backwards so that felix and his friends, sitting at the table behind yours, could get a full view.

A moment later you felt hands grasping your ass. Felix stood next to you, then he dragged your skirt down to your ankles, his other hand at your head, making sure you'd stay in the same bent position.

"Felix, we're in school," you whispered.

"I know. But all the teachers go to smoke on the roof during lunch. And now you're gonna really know what it feels like to be fucked in all holes."

"Felux- please don't-"

a loud, painful smak to your ass was enough to shut you up and make tears stream down your cheeks. You knew you'd never be able to show your face at the school again. Do many students were watching and clapping, some even filming the whole thing, probably to upload it to some port site later.

Felix kicked the tray off the table, turning you on your back and forcing to lie still on the table as he took of your shirt, exposing your tits.

Now you were completely naked infront of the entire school. Felix turned you back around like it was nothing, grabbing your hands from behind and tying his school tie around them so you couldn't resist.

"I'm sorry, yn, but a bet is a bet." He whispered in that deep voice of his. Your pussy clenched around nothing, and felix laughed. Even in his wildest dreams he didn't think he could humiliate you like this. But now he had an even better idea.

Slapping your butt, he stood on the table. "Our little yn here is so wet," he said. "She could use some help. Does anyone want to fuck her tight asshole?" Many hands were raised, but felix chose his friend, hyunjin, who also raised his hand. "Pay me a hundred bucks if you want this," he said, slapping your ass harsley and making you whine in pain.

Hyunjin frantically looked through his pockets, handing felux a wrinkled hundred dollar bill.

"Feel free," felix said, stepping away from you. "But make it painful for her," he said. Hyunjin nodded, taking off his pants. His huge dick sprung out, and you felt him placing it at your ass.

"Please hyunjin. Please don't do this-" your begging was cut off when hyunjin pushed his shaft into you, tearing you apart. It felt extremely painful and uncomfortable. You screamed when he started thrusting in and out of you, unable to take the pain. Hyunjin slapped your ass harsly, grabbing your ponytail and forcing you to arch your back towards him as he pounded into you harsly and quickly, causing you more pain than you thought possible. "Shut the fuck up, slut," he said. "Look at you, taking my cock so well. You just want it so bad, don't you?" He said, pushing two fingers into your slick cunt.

"Don't touch her pussy," fwlix said hyunjin was quick to pull out of you. "I only allowed you to touch her ass, didn't I?" He patted your ass lightly, tracing his fingers back to your pussy. "This," he said, shoving three fingers into you and making you squint in pain, "is all mine."

"Now, who wants to let little yn suck his cock?" He looked at everyone raising their hands. Even some girls did, and he thought it'd be fun seeing you lick some pussy, but that's a thought for another time. This time, he chose another one Of his friends, chan. "Hundred bucks," he said, and chan handed it out almost immediately, then walked up to you, cock already hard and free. He grabbed your face, forcing your mouth down on his enormous cock. He was only slightly smaller than felix. His hands grabbed at the side of your head, forcing you up and down his dick as he moaned in pleasure, buckling his hips into your mouth and making you gag. Seeing your reaction he pushed himself deeper inside, chocking you.

You had tears in your eyes. Unable to breathe you attempted to caught, putting your hands on his tighs and trying to push him away from you. He only fucked your mouth deeper, laughing at your misery.

"Hey, don't choke her!" Felix said, pushing chan away from you. "Can't you see she can't breath?" Chan chuckled, but felix knelt by your side, staring into your eyes.

"Are you OK baby?" He asked. You silently mouthed no. Felix cupped your face, wiping the tears, and for a second you thought he'd stop this, but you were naive to think so.

"But a bet is a bet, yn. I'll look after you. I'll make sure they aren't being to harsh. And I'm gonna make you cum, ok baby? I promise."

"Take it easy on her," he said to hyunjin. Felix kneeled infront of your pussy, gently kissing your clit. He trailed small kisses up until he reached your entrance, sticking his tongue in and making you moan in pleasure. He rubbed your clit slowly, and soon you were reaching your high, cumming all over felixs face. "Good girl," he said, slowly pushing a finger into you as you panted. He fingered you at a painfully sloe pace, and you felt hyunjin picking up the pace with his thrusts as he was about to cum, making you yell as the pain hit you. Chan grabbed your face again, shoving his cock into your mouth and fucking you slowly.

Hyunjin came inside you, pulling out, finally relieving you of the pain. Instead felix took off his pants and boxers, placing his tip at your entrance. "I'm gonna do it now," he warned. Chan came in your mouth exactly when felix pushed into you slowly. You swallowed his cum and he finally pulled out of you, allowing you to breathe properly.

Felix started thrusting in and out of you, thrusts grow sloppier as he reached his high, thrusting into your tight cunt harshly and hitting your g spot with extreme force, making you scream in pleasure. You both came at the same time.

Felix freed your hands and helped you put your clothes back on. Before you could even blink, he came to the students that filmed everything and deleted the footage from their phones. You were grateful that the video wouldn't end up on the Internet, at least. Unfortunately you couldn't delete the memory of the thirty students that sat in the cafeteria. It was strange that no one else came here, you thought, and then you realised felix must've locked the doors after you walked in.

Felix was back at your side soon enough, helping you sit down. "What are you looking at?" He yelled, and everyone else went back to minding their own business as if nothing had happened. "I'm not gonna talk to you anymore," you said.

Felix didn't like that. "Is there anything I can do for you to forgive me?"

You thought for a moment before a great idea for revenge came to you. "First give me the two hundred bucks." Felix handed you the cash. "Second, hyunjin is bi, right?" Felux nodded, confused. "Well, then take your pants off and let him fuck you right here, infront of everyone."

Felix protested. "If you want us to still be friends, this is what you have to do. Don't worry, lixie. I'll make sure he won't be to hard on you, maybe I'll even help you cum."

Felix couldn't believe he was seriously about to do this. But since he felt like you were his only true friend... he took of his pants slowly, looking at hyunjin with dread as the taller boy stepped closer, taking off his pants as well.

"Good luck, lix," you whisperd, "fighting."

I might make a part two in which felix is being fucked by hyunjin. Anyway, this is all fiction and not a good thing to do to anyone at all so don't repeat these actions in real life.

[pencilscratchins]

i may be entering my own cringe era in the new year

#i wont disclose details #BUT FEEL FREE TO GUESS #LETS JUST SAY #THEY GOT ME GALS #A CERTAIN MENACE GOT WHAT HE WANTED AND NOW IM HAVING OPINIONS #dont smoke weed kids youll become cringe #me pretending to have shame in my intrests #please i havent felt embarrassment since the last magician i dated #its all a farce so youll still respect me #but we all know im incapable of ironic enjoyment #not art #delete later #this is a safe space for all of our various cringes #its a cringe only area #this is a lateral movement for me

[dxrksong]

Chapter 2 part 2

Such a shame I only get 250 "word blocks" or whatever XP pretty sure all these chapters are gonna be split into 2 at this point!

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You sighed again, leaning into the couch

"When I first woke up….I was 100% on who I was. I was just this normal person, working a normal job with normal friends and everything. Not this century old DA that was trapped in a mirror. I'm still not but now….I don't know. I'm getting flashes of memories, strange powers like the *snaps fingers* Area spell! That's it. And it's just….I-I don't know. Am I actually the DA and I had just fallen into a coma and lost most of my memories? Or did I snatch the DA's mirror sealed body when I died?"

The Google seemed to blink in confusion at that.

"Elaborate. I'm curious on the situation"

You nodded before continuing, telling the red Google about the world you were in before you were shot to death, explaining to ego what exactly those artists and songs were you asked about earlier. 

"I see….mind if I give my honest opinion?"

"Go for it"

"I think. To combat the loneliness of being stuck in the mirror. Your brain put you into a coma like state to pretend as if everything was ok. The songs and artists were subtle wake up calls to tell you something was wrong. The fact you've managed to dream up everything so accurate is staggering but that's what I think."

A coma like state…..

"So….does that mean….I'm a dream? Like…..not real? But-I'm still here! If I'm a dream then does that mean-"

Google grabbed you by your shoulders in an attempt to side hug.

"Apologies Y/N. It was not my intention to cause distress. I just meant that it's possible that you are Y/N in every shape and form. You're just in a different shell than your used to. Like molting for most common insects except in reverse."

You sniffled, wiping at your eyes

"You think so?"

"I think so! Sure, you may be diffrent. But inside, you're still you. Like the caterpillar that turned into the butterfly! It's still the same old caterpillar, just in a different form!"

 That made you feel a little better. But you couldn't help but wonder if Dark and Wil would accept that. They seem to be expecting this DA but you're nothing like them. You frowned softly as you mulled it over. You can't keep pretending like this that everything is ok…..

"The Host wishes to enquire the wellbeing of Y/N"

The host said as he entered the room

"Heh…..not too well. These answers have been VERY helpful but it kind of left me dreading the confrontation of Dark and Wil about the state of THEIR Y/N if you get what I'm saying" 

The Host hummed, sitting down at his desk

"Perhaps Y/N should stop paying attention to others and focus more on themselves, take a chance to relax"

"What do you suggest I do?"

"There's a garden in the back. The tree near the pool has good shading around this time of day."

You nodded, standing up

"I think I'll try that. Thanks Host." 

The Red bot spoke up, stopping you

"Do you wish me to come with Y/N?"

"Uhh….do you WANT to come with? I think I remember something about your main objective is to kill all humans" 

You just realized you poured your heart out to a murderous robot that will most likely use all that knowledge against you and you don't know how to feel about it. 

I mean…..You're already dead. Is it possible to get even MORE dead?

All the bot did was nod before getting up

"Since my primary objective is to destroy humanity, it's also of my intrest to find out how to do so"

"So I'm your guinea pig then?"

"Affirmative!"

You couldn't help but laugh

#wkm y/n #wkm colonel #wkm celine #wkm damien #wkm #wkm darkiplier #wkm wilford #wkm au #wkm the district attorney #wkm the seer #wkm the colonel #wkm the mayor #markiplier egos #who killed markiplier #markiplier #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #The Host #googleplier

[monstaxdirtywonk]

                                         Deadly Love

Synopsis : A lonely prince with apathy for life finds intrest in Agatha, a young noblewoman that is perfect for him but married. How will his feelings grow and will they bloom to flowers or remain empty promises of love ?

Note; Loosely based on Henry the 3rd’s love that was never fully expressed for social reasons as well as the fact that his loved one’s marriage.

Prince au; Changkyun; angst mostly; Part 2 (pt.1)

  The cuisine was extremely busy today. Cooks were woken before sunrise, fire were lit roasting the finest meat. Only the best had to be provided for the king’s guests. Wine of multiple colors, inported by many countries to choose for. A king has to show off his wealth after all, it’s a power thing, you gotta make others afraid of you. Changkyun was not a terryfing side though. In fact quite the opossite, a pleasant one. His skin was beautifully warm and flawless, eyes were intense and dark resembling wolf’s ones. His side profile marvelous, just like a statue. His beauty along with the luxury all over his body made him dashing. 

It is sad to admit but his jewerly were far brighter than his eyes. His moody persona making him known as the lonely king. Diamonds are not a man’s best friend. He moved to his throne, the long furry coat made his small body basically dissapear, his hand travelled to the throne’s handle making nervous patterns that revealed just how uncomfortable he was, being the center of attention.

The Duke of Valois was an old man. Around his 50s and not the kindest of noblemen. In fact, it was odd calling him a nobleman in the first place. Changkyun was feeling sorry for his wife already. She would probably be a young no name girl that did this out of desperation or to live a luvish life. No matter what he wanted them to leave already. More pretending and theater that can put great actors to shame.  

“His highness Duke of Valois and lady Agatha’

Changkyun blinked gazing over them. They were dressed in white and green, matching their color pattern to show love and connection that was obviously not there.Their arms were exteded outwards in an elaborate way, hands connected and cold. He glanced over her and spoke out:

‘Your majesty, my lovely wife Agatha’ she bowed and looked at his eyes. It was at this moment, it happened. The colorless room filled with orange, lilac and pink. Shades of the sunset everywhere, his eyes bighter than ever. He couldn’t even smile back at her, his face frozen in time and thoughts. He was unable to process, to think or to talk. It felt surreal, he could’t feel his body as if he was flying around the clouds. 

Luis made a sound to alert him it was time for an answer.

‘Oh yes, welcome to my p..to my palace’

‘Should we feast now my king? This was along trip so far and we are exhausted and hungry’.

‘Y..you are indeed. Accept my hospilatily and dine along with me’

Dinner was excellent. Such food reminded of godly ambrosia bit Changkyun didn’t eat much. He didn’t want to make it obvious but his eyes kept moving her side. There was something supernatural, maybe magnetic about this situation. 

‘My king, everything has been great so far but I miss some music. What about playing some and maybe have a dance?’

In a slight nod of his hand violin started playing. He turned his head to the side, trying to collect his thoughts.

‘My wife would like to dance your majesty, but I am too old for that. Would you give her this dance?’

His eyes grew wide, unable to believe what the duke just said. What is this weird game of faith right now coming to? He doesn’t want to, her scent is a poison to his nose. He will want more, much more than just a dance. 

‘Please,your majesty’ her voice, sweet like honey. Every single one of his senses was a slave to her existence. How can he deny anything to her ?

He simply stood up, gesturing to welcome her and bowed slightly giving her a smile. 

#monsta x #changkyun #i.m #im #angst #prince #changkyun imagine #monsta x angst #monsta x fluff #changkyun fluff #changkyun angst

[aoibhinnthewoodlandprincess]

Main Love intrests reacting to you cheating. Asra

Asra

You hadn't meant to fall out with Asra, buy honestly you just felt so frustrated when he would just up and leave. Telling you this time had just made it worse.

You hadn't meant to and you weren't sure how it had happened. One minute you were browsing the stalls and the next a strangely familiar person was bumping in to you.

"I am so sorry... wait MC?"

"Do I ... do I know you?"

"You and your friend came to help my village..."

"Oh..."

"You look upset, may I buy you a drink, maybe chat. It might make you feel better?"

It had felt so good to just let it off of your chest and to talk to someone. Asra had been gone longer than usual and you felt lonely.

Waking up on the shop floor you couldn't help but notice the heat coming off of the person next to you

"Asra?"

The person stirred and it was not Asra.

"You need to go now" you woke the sleeping person roughly passing them their clothes and hurrying them.

You sat for what felt like hours replaying over and over the previous events. Guilt, shame and disgust swimming in your mind. How could you? Asra didn't deserve this. You were startled from your thoughts

"MC I'm home! Did you miss me?" The playful smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth

"Asra I..." you were cut of as he wrapped you in his arms swinging you round before placing a passionate kiss to your lips

He stepped back eyeing you, concerning littering his beautiful features. He placed a hand on your forehead.

"Are you ok my love? Do you need me to get Ilya?" At that moment a very concerned faust popped her head over his ahoulder

"No I am fine. I just need to talk to you I have done something unforgivable..."

Asra stepped towards you taking your hands

"You? Do Something unforgivable?"

He raised an eyebrow. You couldn't look him in the eye. Your stomach tied in knots.

" while you were gone I... It was just so lonely, things got out of hand. I never wanted this to happen. I love you. I don't want anyone but you"

Asra stepped back confusion and then understanding staining his face. His violet eyes flashed with pain.

"I don't believe you, you wouldn't. MC no! Tell me it's not true" his hands clutched over his chest, over his heart. You could feel it. The breaking, the aching.

"I'm so sorry Asra, please tell me what to do! How do I fix this?" Asra slid down the wall with his head in his hands, tears streaming down his face

"Fix this? How can we? How could you! You were my missing piece, my other half, do you understand? I trusted you...I LOVE you "

He went quiet, you dropped to his side and went to wipe away a tear only for him to pull away.

The after math

It took asra a long time to look at you again, at least in the eye.

He still loved you of course but he couldn't bring himself to touch you. No matter how much both your hearts craved it's other half he just couldn't.

Then one day as you were about to walk out the shop door you felt something tug at your ankle. It caused you to trip and smack right in to something warm and familiar, the same rythmic beat under your hand

"MC! Are you alright my love?"

You looked up in to those oh so familiar lavender hues. And we're hit with the realisation.

"What did you call me?"

Asra blushed a deeper crimson then he had ever been before.

"My... love. MC I can't pretend I'm not still hurting but I can't stand keeping myself away. Avoiding each other and the shop. Sleeping with our backs to each other. I still love you"

You looked down avoiding his gaze and catching slight movement in the corner of your eye, a wriggley snake like movement.

"Asra I could never apologise enough... but I love you too"

#asra x mc #the arcana asra #asra x apprentice #asra the magician #fan apprentice #heartbreak #potential angst

[maraki-of-the-fandoms]

Thoughts on les miserables bbc episode 5

Not the worst but a large part was fights so there wasn't enough dialoge to mess up....they still mess it up

Thernadier escapes with no help of gavroche and the patrominate and a suspensfull plan

He pretends to die for cholera....which is stupied....my first though was they didn't check for pulse

Some point out that they didn't know about pulse but even back then they knew to check for heartbeat and breath

And cholera is a very messy disease with messy obviouse symptomes...difficult to fake

They trie to robe rue plumet and half the gang is missing

And they have the part with eponine trying to stop them but here is useless!!

She just screams a little and stops when they threat her with a knife and they leave because of dogs....so thats a strong intresting character...not like the boring females in the book where she curse them tells them to die and scares them and force them to leave

And an other strong character who faints when she meets the love of her life...i have seen patriarchy sexist movies for the 60-70 with the same fainting women but that was worst....not like that boring book where she expecting him and the kiss

And in here the keep kissing a lot of time because there is no reason to talk and get to know it's other...not like that boring book where they meet for weeks and talk and they don't kiss because they respect it's other and they care for personality

And we don't how long they see it's other here but it's not long...propable it's only the (2) times we see

Marius tries to ask his grandfathers permision to marry and it's quite good scene

Although we don't know how long he was gone

Or how much gillenormand missed him

Or that Marius needs permision because he is basically a minor(he will be adult by the law at 25)

And we see gillenormand chase after marius but in the book he was to late because he is old and slow and marius didn't listen becase he was already gone and the poor grandfather lost all hope

And we don't have the all conversation to see that the grandfather has a point to worry about the marriage because marius is penniless at this point and looks the poor part...and in this version he doesn't no cosette long enough

So the revolution begans and i don't care about anyone at the baricade which is a shame

Gavroche is ok and cute and acts like a gamin for the most part...

...but when he has a gun acts like a gigling murderous psycho!!

The amis are some pansies and kinda cowards

The amis (or what they left of them) need support to follow the revolution?! They need to persuade from a worker to follow(who is not Feuilly for some reason)because it's not like they where one of the main organizer revolutionary groups

They just shit and drink must of the time

And when the revolution begins we see them at the funeral full of fear which is stupied because they just began the fights and in the book they are prepared and it's not they're first revolotion...they were part of the 1830 jule revolution

They are lots of people in the funeral who openly carry guns!!! What the hell?! Where is the police?! They see them and they just stare when they expect a revolt....just take some safety measuremants you fools(but can you blame them when their boss only carres about valjean?)

The fights are good and they try...but half the time it copies the 2012 movie with out the epicness of the music...the music tries to make it suspensfull but there is no epic and drama in it and it's out of place half the time(generally the fight is good and tries more than the whole script)

I thing they are to many people...not so in the funeral but later in the baricades...makes me wonder why they fail

Marius threatens to blow the baricade!!(yeeeee) ...when his not on the baricade and I think his closer to his friends than his soldiers(nitpicking here but it's kinda funny) and start hunt the soldiers away while screamming like a bear(whyyyyy) because aparently we must have at list one bear scream per episode and at this point I'm to scared to ask why

They had the flag and mabeuf and somehow they didn't make it work....why didn't even know why he was there...we didn't had him became friend with marius, try to make his project work,to try to share his knowledge and passion and end bankrupt,to try to survive,to get him stay unnotice from the goverment who said they would help him,to get him find a purse full of money and retarn it to the police will he could ise it to buy food,sell everything he loved to aford food and hope he would die before he sell everything...when he went to the baricade he had sell his last thing(to help his sick servent) and he knew he would die for starvation...he decided to go to fight for something better because he had lost everything and had nothink else to lose...he decided to die heroicle...when they ask a volunteer for the flag everyone knew it was a suicide mission...but he still went and chose his one death instead of the slow one chosen by the society and died will saying basically the most epic screw you to the wrong society...he couldn't kill anyone in the baricade because he was too peacefull for that so he decided to be the first martyr instead for somone young...that was mabeuf in the book and we never see him

Eponine dies and the change her last words which is a discreace to the character and the intresting build up hugo did for her

Valjean hasn't appear yet....instend we have someone who drags his daughter and locks her inside...he grabs gavroche and forsefully take(basically steals) the letter...he doesn't care that the kid is going to a fight!!! He doesn't try to give him money to help it....he doesn't see a kid breaking lambs and says to it "cool break as many you want" he just scares it and than reads his daughter letter gets angry for the man whose gone take here and decides to grab a knife(they focus on that) and goes to the baricade...if i didn't read the book i would guess his going for a good old murder!!! And we didn't see the conflic to "let marius die it's an idiot who is gone take away my only happiness or it's a boy it's not right to think like and be happy about that his death and cosette would be sad... gona try and still hope for his death but at least it would not be my fault"....honestly valjean in book is the swetty but awesome grandpa we all want and need who has a habit to feel guilt and insecure over everything(just like half the people I know including me)

Javert still missing...and OMG his worst even for geoffrey rush version(not the actor....he was actually the only thing that make enjoyable)!!! He is the must borring flat oneminded obsess over valjean version of all and it' ironic because "this is a book accoured version who does justice to the book unlike the awfull musical" and the book!javert is the least obsess of all and the most intresting funny sarcastic human version.....here he has so much power that he has do deal with the preparation and the plans to stop the revolt and he doesn't care about that he cares about valjean!! How he even achive the promotion with this focus!! Really everything it happens it's valjeans fault!! I'm sure he blames valjean even for the rain or the cholera!! Can't he focus?!?!?! He goes to the baricade because he things valjean is the leader and it's his fault(a bloody revolution!!!) And when his men try to stop him from going he insist to go because he is the only he can deal with valjean....he goes to the baricade and ask for valjean!! He is caught and arrested and the baricades and he still ask for valjean and still thinks he is the leader!!!! In book he was a really low member of the police with little power little money outside of society but he believed in law and order...he was just follow orders from his bosses when his at the baricades and from the law when it's about valjean....when he gets arrest he is calm fearless and full of sarcasm and it's so admirable...in the bbc version I dislike him and want him died just to sut up and stop being such a pain in the ass and feel sorry for his officers who have to listen to his whine and it's horrible because he is my favourite character in the brick and one of my favourite fiction character generally

Not the worst episode but they messed already most of things so they didn't have much to screw up...But they have messed so much that I hate to watch the scenes with my favourite book characters(valjean javert)and not only and want them to live the screen because they are annoying and horible people( almost everyone is in this version expept for 3-4)...at this point I care most for the poor officers who have to deal for javert!! Can't wait to see them destroy the derailed

#bbc les miserables #les miserables bbc #les miserables #bbc les mis salt #les mis bbc #les mis #bbc les mis #javert #jean valjean #valjean #mabeuf #my reviews

[xdawndragonx]

Amethystdia’s Backstory

@amethystdia @dramaticmari

For the irl Villain! AU. This is a present! Hope you guys like it~

Ame was cold. It was dark. She ran away from home. Home wasn’t even “home”, it was just a place where she had a bed, food and a small, small place to call her own.

It was about time to run away.

She grit her teeth and growled. Pulling her backpack full of her essentials closer to her to try and warm up, she growled and sniffed the chilling air.

“It’s not fair. Why can so many others be happy, yet I have the worst "family”.“ Ame hissed quietly. She didn’t stop walking though, salvation was near within this heartless Kingdom. So many times she had asked them to help her. They simply scoffed at her and told her to shush. Told her to watch for the prettiest and the purest. Told her that her parents were perfect. Told her to stop whining about nothing.

Her parents. They looked like the perfect pair from the outside. Her mother; fair, pale, angelic. Her father; crisp, cool, loving.

But remember what they tell you, "Never judge a book by it’s cover”.

Her mother was obsessed with staying young and beautiful. She neglected her because of her obsession with beauty.

Her father wasn’t any better. He constantly went out for publicity stunts. He never stayed home for too long, the most longest time she remembered was 10 minutes. 10 minutes.

It was just unfair.

So this is what happened. Light. She could see light. She was getting closer.

This place. She needed to get away from this place. It smelt of makeup and plastic.

Ame began to run. It was huge. Cars parked outside, patiently waiting. Planes were carefully lined up, waiting for take off. She didn’t have a ticket, but she didn’t need one to get out of here.

She’d be able to find food by watching the trashcans. Some people would throw away perfectly good food, still packaged because they were under the impression that you wouldn’t be able to bring anything edible through the way to the plane vendors.

She went inside and audibly sighed as a burst of warm air hit her body, soothing it from it’s pains.

Right. She needed that plane. To get to there, the place in which dreams came true.

Taking the backpack off her shoulders, she breathed out a huge huff of air. It was now or never.

“Fake Passport? Check. Emergency Currency? Check. Old aeroplane ticket? Check. Sketchbook?-”

Ame loved her sketchbook. It contained all of the fashion designs that she had thought up, from when she was only 6 to now. It was her precious. Ideas for clothes, accessories and touches of makeup.

“Check.”

Ding-Ding

…

She ran into the ticket checking lady when the time for the plane was just about to leave. The tickets the lady had in her hands scattered all of the floor, including Ame’s ticket. Ame said that she saw her father go onto the plane and the reason as to why she was late was because she was getting some water for said father.

Ame smiled as she realised that the Lady was hurrying her to go onto the plane as she began to pick up all the scattered tickets.

5.

4.

3.

2.

1.

Lift off.

Ame went straight to the toilet and waiting for it. This was the perfect excuse for not sitting down yet, as she watched all of the seats for middle class. There had to be empty seats, especially at the back.

She smiled. There were.

…

She had successfully gotten away from home. To a place where dreams came true.

This airport smelt of work, effort and ambition.

She quickly scampered out and asked for directions to the nearest care home or orphanage. That would be her bunking site.

“Next… Oh, part time job!”

…

She couldn’t aquire a part time job.

“Too young. Your license does prove that you come from a high fashion-business chain, but from your sketch work and age, I’d say this is a fake.”

“That card is not a fake! I am a close relative to the owners of this fashion company! I am not lying!”

“Suuurreee you aren’t little girl,”

“Fine. I’ll go. You’ll regret it though.”

…

She began stealing. Money was getting less and less everyday so it was a good pastime to do so.

Sneaky as a fox she was.

Some orphans even called her “Foxtrot” as a joke sometimes, as she gave some of her spare change over to them, telling tales on how she did so. They were like her cousins in a way. Close enough, but not too close.

It all began with that person who defied her. In the job office, saying she was a fake.

She sure gave him Hell after that.

She pretended to leave the building, and then waited at the Staff Exit for that pompous human to show up.

He did in the end show up, not to mention looking rather scruffy. Loose coins in trouser pockets, untied tie and a very fine trenchcoat that would sell rather well.

It would be a shame if that trenchcoat was taken. It would be an even bigger shame if he lost all that loose change… So, she went for it, sneakily under the cover of the darkening sky, hiding in foliage of trees and shrubs.

Ame crouched, the adrenaline on what she was about to do was intoxicating. Flooding her sences like a numbing blanket. She was alive. It was almost fun in a way, doing something that scandalous and having a high percentage of getting caught, but it just excited her.

She was going to commit a crime. Why did she not feel scared doing so? Why did it only make her go crazy with anticipation? Was it because of the way she grew up?

Ame needed a distraction to be able to get to his pockets quick enough.

She thought, taking off the backpack that she carried so dearly around with her. After all, it kept her most precious object, why would she just leave it lazily somewhere?

“… A note. A creepy letter. That would be enough to distract him.”

…

It worked. The slap-dash creepy letter she had written had in fact worked! It was almost comical in a way, with a page from her sketchbook and an inky, ball-point pen she carried with her sketchbook she had managed to create a silly, horror note.

She watched him slowly walk up to the crumpled note, clearly interested, before bending downward to reach for it.

It was at this moment she let out an ear-piercing screech that had rattled her own throat.

She inwardly smirked as she watched her victim freeze up in fear.

This was when she sprung into action.

“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!”

She pretended to scream, waiting for the man to do something, anything first.

As she had predicted, he began to run, towards the sound of her voice.

She shuffled quietly into the bushes before turning so she was following behind him in the shadows. It was really getting dark now, some highlights of sun shining in her eyes.

“Wait… There’s nobody here…?”

She pounced onto his back, making sure her hand was forcefully keeping his neck down on the ground. She kicked him hard in the groin with her shoed foot to make him double over in pain and she began to steal the coins that resided in his back pockets.

He still hadn’t seen her face. He was beginning to think of fighting back, so she hit him hard on the back of his head to try and divert his attention.

Funnily enough, it was successful.

She then began to swiftly reel up the lovely trenchcoat he wore, replacing it with a ragged, drappy scarf she had found left on a park bench.

“That should let him not notice the coat for a little…”

She then ran for her life, and never looked back.

Now, it was just a part of her daily routine.

She had become a master stealer.

…

She was sitting at a public food court. Residing silently in the corner at the very back so she wouldn’t attract attention.

She was chewing on a sandwich she had managed to hussle out from being thrown away whilst still in packaging whilst drawing in her sketchbook. She still longed to be a fashion designer, to have the most beautiful of garnets all on front display. It was just in her blood.

She was about to leave. Her sketchbook safely in the bag hanging on her shoulders.

A figure approached her. A fairly young man wearing a befitting, ominous black coat and matching hat. All she could see was the malicious smirk plastered on the stranger’s face.

“Greetings Foxtrot… Or should I say Ame? You’ve been on my radar for a while and I am personally very intrested with you.”

Ame inhaled.

“I’m sorry sir, you must of mistook me for another person.” She answered evenly, beginning to try and walk away without even glancing back.

“Ah-”

He blocked her way out with his wide frame.

“I’m afraid Miss Ame, that I defiantly know I’m not mistaken. I’ve been following you ever since you did your first knock-out crime. Oh? That seems like a long time ago now I think about it. It was very entertaining watching you grow.”

“Listen here Sir, just get straight to the point and what is it that you want from me?” She hissed, almost bearing teeth in the process.

“I’d like to recruit you as a personal designer as well as material provider for my group. Your designs flourish in that sketchbook of your’s. I know about your current financial situation and I will willingly pay you for your services. Don’t worry, I’m not lying sweetie. I’ve seen your potential first hand~” He practically purred.

“How much? What times will I work? How can I even trust a shady person like you to begin with?” She bit out, gritting her molars. She clutched her bag closer.

“Payment? Ah, I’d think about more than 50 per hour. Your schedule is all up to you, the minimum amount of time you have to come is 2 days.”

“Hnn… You promise I’ll get to be a fashion designer?”

“Of course dearie.”

“Deal.” Ame instantly replied. She inwardly grinned.

Now, Amethystdia works for “heLPless” as the group’s personal styler and supplier. Content and happy with herself as bit by bit she creates her own clothes by stealing from others. Material and design.

“Mother, Father, are you proud of me yet? I finally have my own clothes lines!”

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The End! I’ve been working on this for a long time- ^^;; Hope you guys enjoy. - Dawn/Sem

#random stories #sister amethystdia #the helpless villain squad #irl au backstories #irl villain au #heroes and villains #i made you a foxy lady- #i hope you like it! #this is why i've been so inactive aaaaa

[dontbeallupinmyfriesdawg]

Fake Kalijah dating to ditch her exs...go ;)

“Pick out a suit, I need someone to go with to this and you’re it handsome,” 

Elijah looked up weerily from the document on his desk he was hunched over. Katherine stood hovering over him, a trademark look of impatience plastered on her face; clasped tightly between her manicured fingernails she held a small embroidered card with her name on it. Elijah put down his pen and glanced over at the time in the corner of his laptop screen.

“And good morning to you Katerina,” he murmered, both amusement and exhaustion evident in his tone.

Katherine rolled her eyes and thrust the piece of paper towards him. He took it reluctantly

“You are cordially invited to a special benefit gala hosted by the soon to be Mr & Mrs Lockwood. Black tie, non optional. We look forward to having you in attendance. Please give generously,” Elijah read out.

“Can you belive how obnoxius that is. What kind of sadistic bastard does something like this?” Katherine hissed under her breath, making herself confortable on one of the near by chairs.

“Am I right in assuming were discussing Mason Lockwood, your recent paramour and not the junior executive that collected my coffee order this morning,” Elijah queeried, turning his attention back to his paperwork; having already aticipated the answer before he got it.

“Yes, Mason. My ex fiance Mason? Cheif executive douchebag; that one.”

“And he has personally... invited you to this.. event?”

“It says my name right there in big fancy letters Elijah,” Katherine said irritably, getting up and pacing around the room.

Elijah exhaled longsufferingly, and put down his pen for the second time. 

“Katherine. I wish I had the time to go around in circles with you but I simply do not. Why don’t you explain the purpose of this visit so we can both get back to our respective responsibilities,”

Katherine turned and pouted at him.

“You make it sound as I’m bothering you,”

“Well if I said as much you’d be rather upset with me,”

Katherine’s face contorted into a scowl and Elijah had to stifle the urge to laugh. In truth Katherine was a welcome distraction from the pile of working mounting on his desk. In fact, Katherine was a welcome distraction period. His incovinient fixation with her hand’t dwindled since her and her nine inch louboutins had strutted through the front doors of the company five years ago. In his head Elijah knew having something so juvenille as a crush on a fellow coworker was unproffensional as well as foolhardy - after all the chances that he was anywhere near Katherine’s type was laughable - but his heart, however, acted of it’s own accord and refused to adere to his brain’s sensible instruction.

Hence why Katherine had spent the last 5 years barging into to his office demanding favours of every vairety and he hadn’t had the cajones yet, to turn her down and why he was most likely going to agree to whatever unreasonable favour Katherine demanded of him this time around.

“It’s simple,” Katherine huffed. “This eveing-,” She picked the card off of the desk as she spoke. “-is going to be a shit show. I’m going to have to watch my ex. Parading a around with some slut supermodel named Nadia, showing off a ring that should beon my hand; wearing an expensive dress Mason should have bought for me; fake smiling at people that I’m supposed to be pretending to care about. Why would Mason do this to me?!”

“Prehaps he’s extending an olive branch of sorts,” Elijah suggested, reclining backward in his chair. Inwardly very displeased that he was spending his morning discussing Katherine’s ex fiance. His least favourite topic, being that he was a man who had been the main source of his misery for the three short months they were engaged. 

After Mason had ended thing with Katherine in a very messy, very public way, Elijah had very privately rejoiced and Katherine, in retaliation had maxed out Mason’s black card before he’d had the chance to cancel it or demand it back, in order to ‘heal’ after the break up as well as keying his car and manipulating her way into a better position at the company so he couldn’t fire her even if he wanted to; Elijah had believed that would be the last he’d hear of the entire debacle.

Apparently not.

“He can take his Olive branch and shove it up his ass!” Katherine seethed. “This is gloating, this is him flashing his bimbo trophy girlfriend in my face,”

“So decline the invitation,” Elijah sighed looking down at his watch and ajusting it on his wrist.

Katherine stared at him as if he’d just proposed they attempt on assasination on the Pope.

“Have you not been listening to a word I’ve said?”

“I have but feigning intrest is a little above my skillset,”

Katherine narrowed her eyes giving them an even more catlike appearence, as she drew nearer to the desk.

“If I don’t go, then I’m the bitter and jealous ex. If I go alone I’m the pathetic spinster. It’s trap.” she griped.

“You arent trying to convince me that the Katherine Pierce, is unable to find herself a suitable date in order to conduct this pissing contest, for lack of a better word, with Mason at this charity event,” Elijah asked.

Katherine gave him a wry smile.

“Well obviously not. But I need someone of your refined pedigree and excellent taste in suits on my arm when I turn up to Mason’s sad little event looking like the most expensive thing in the room,”

Reminding Katherine that she wasn’t an object was on the tip of Elijahs tongue but he restrained himself and instead said.

“So want me to allow you to parade me around. in order to antagonize a man who is in all technicality my boss. All out of some persuit for petty revenge?”

“Bigger picture Elijah,” Katherine insisted. He winced as she uncerimoniously launched herself onto his desk, disregaurding any papers or stationary in her wake.

“You’re up for a premotion right?”

Elijah’s brows knitted skeptically.

“How-”

“-I have my rescources,” Katherine brushed him off.

“The point I’m making here is if Mason’s throwing a party, chances are the other company execs and higher ups are gonna be on the guest list too. You’re smart Elijah but you lack one thing that Mason doesnt.”

Elijah schooled his face so it wouldn’t be visibily evident what a dig to his ego that statement was and arched a eyebrow.

“I’m sure you’re about to tell me what that it is.” He replied disinterestedly.

“Ambition,” Katherine said bluntly.

“I have a first class buissness degree from Harvard,” Elijah protested.

Katherine scoffed.

“Yeah you and half of America.”

Elijah let out a slightly disgruntled noise, unable to hide his displeasure at Katherine’s comments and shifted unconfortably.

“You play it safe. You rely on your private education and ettiquete book to take you where you want. But people like Mason, they’re sharks; they have no shame about hosting an extravagant event in order to kiss ass or hook line and sinker a client. Whether it’s at a charity event or a strip club,”

Elijah let out a slightly strangled noise.

“See that’s what I’m talking about. I bet those squeaky clean italian shoes probably havent even step foot near a ‘gentleman’s club’ before,” she smirked.

“Believe you me men who frequent those sorts of establishments are anything but gentlemen.” 

“Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty to win.” Katherine countered. “Why do you think you’re not on the guest list hmm? Mason knows you’re up for that job. He’s probably going to let his snot nosed nephew surpass you and land him the job instead and then you’ll be taking his coffee orders. Is that what you want?”

Elijah scrubbed his hand over his face and sighed.

“Katerina as usual your flair for being overly melodramatic has interfered with your sense of reason,”

Katherine face soured. She rose from her seat and looked at Elijah squarely. 

“Just consider it.” she said quietly. “I’m presenting you with an oppurtunity. I’m giving you an in. Not to mention the chance to have moi on the tender crook of your arm-”

Elijah stifled an undignified snort.

“-And if that isn’t enough to sway you, I heard that associate from legal you were cozy with might be there,”

Elijah blinked in suprise. He hadn’t realised Katherine was aware of his relationship with Gia. The notion unsettled him even though he knew it shouldn’t.

“Think it over,” Katherine threw over her shoulder as she slipped out of the room. Her brown curls bouncing behind her.

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