#2 years that she ra ended and I miss it everyday

[simpingismylive]

♡~ 2 perfect cards ~♡

Atem/Yami x f. reader

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~~~ 1. The Past ~~~

You looked at the ceiling of your room while cuddling into the blanket that covered your body. It was one of THESE nights again. These nights you just couldn't fall asleep. To much was on your mind. Thinking about who you were and who you are now. The you now couldn't be any happier. You had everything you ever could wish for. Your past self had much to go through. A lot of pain, a lot of lost, a lot of regret. But you also learned a lot from it.

'I wonder if my brother misses me? I wonder if my dad finally stopped the marriage planning. I wonder if Ferid finally gave up on me? I wonder.. if Atem found out who I really am? I want to tell him, but how? It's dangerous to tell someone about my past..', your thoughts didn't seem to stop. You sighed and turned around to lay on your side. But before you could close your eyes, a knock on the door had you almost jumping out of the bed. 'Who by ra decides to knock at my door at 3am at night??', you grabbed your shirt tightly and took a deep breath. Than you stood up and walked to the door to open it. "Yes? How can I help?", you smiled.

"The Pharao wishes to see you now. He said it's important. You shall come right this moment!", the guard spoke while catching his breath. He was running. Your eyes widened. Worried you grabbed your necklace & your cape, "Let's go. Please lead the way!", you said while closing your door, hanging the cape over your shoulders. On the way to the chambers of the pharao you thought back on how everything started. It was already 1 year since you came here. Your feelings for Atem got more powerfull by everyday that went by. And your past live got more forgotten by any day you created now.

~ 1 year ago ~

It all started as your mom passed away. The whole country was sad, more so you. Your mom was your best friend, your number 1 fan and your biggest supporter. Since your birth your father hated you. He always had more interest in your younger brother, Terin. Terin loved you, you loved Terin, you two were always together.

So as your mother passed away you and your brother got separated. Your father was the King now and his plan was to turn your brother in the new one. But there were you. You a girl, a female. You were in the way of his plan. Since you were the first born, you would've been the Queen. Your dad hated the idea. So he searched for a way to get rid of you. Lucky you, your mother always knew that. So she gave you so much knowledge. About this world, how to speak infront a lot of people, to fight in the front lines and to know when someone was against you.

The moment your dad spoke to you about marriage you knew his true plans. You tried everything possible to stop it, scared anyone away and denied any requests. But of course the King used his power to get you married. Thinking, meeting this prince he choose would slow things down a bit until you had a plan was a mistake. The moment your met Prince Ferid should change your live forever.

Wearing a nice dress, hair nicely done and waiting for him to come you yawned. 'First meeting and he is already late. Hopefully he is just some coward and steps back quickly', you sighed while playing with the necklace your mother gave you. Than the door opened, "Prince Ferid is here, my Princess", the guard said. You nodded and you rolled your eyes, "Finally! Let him in!".

Shortly after Ferid stepped in, "Nice to meet you Princess Y/N. I'm sorry for my late appearance! I brought you a present as a apology. Please-", he smirked without even bowing down. His behavior already bothered you so much that you hoped you could end this quickly. You stood up from your throne and walked down the small stairs, "Prince Ferid, I'm sorry to cut you off but I think it's not worth listen to your talking. First you let me wait and than you don't even show enough respect to bow to me. Your behavior is already lacking and I have my worrys in how this will progress in the future. So I take my marriage proprosal back this second! I nicely ask you to leave!", you spoke while directly standing infront of him. Glaring up in his eyes, not looking away a second.

Than you heard him laugh and shake his head, "I mean.. I've heard rumors about you Princess Y/N but I didn't expect this. So they are true after all. You are really pretty savage! That is exactly what I wanted in the woman I marry. You amaze me~", ferid looked down at you and smirked. Than all of sudden you felt his hand on your hair, caressing through it.

'Oh my~ Usually that is enough to scare someone. How annoying..', you thought and slapped his hand away. While stepping away from him, "Prince Ferid! I didn't say you could touch me. Please keep your hands to yourself before I cut them off! Also I asked you to leave. Or did you forget where the door is? My guards can show you to it!". You sat back down on the thron while glaring at him. Hoping he finally would give up.

"My lovely Princess y/n if you want to cut me into pieces you can gladly do so. But I'm not finished talking to you, so how can I leave? And I think your guards are knocked out since a while. Same as anyone else that could help you!", his face darkend as he said this. His eyes had this bloodlust in it. Your eyes widend as you bit your lip. 'By ra.. so he is one of those guys..'.

You sighed and looked at him. "Guards! Come and take him out!", you called but nothing happened. After a few seconds later the door slowly opened and your guards fell down on the ground, dead. Your body was in shock. Frozen. Ferid took out his sword and pointed it at you, "Princess how about you just sit down again and everything will be fine!".

'Fine, nothing is fine. Nothing will be fine!', you grabbed behind your thrown and took your sword out. Using your magic on it made it light purple. "Nothing will be fine Prince Ferid! You killed innocenct people infront of my eyes and you think I'll still marry you? You're wrong! I'm mad now. Leave please! I don't want to hurt you!", you tried again while holding your sword towards him.

But before Ferid could answer someone came in the room and knocked him down. You put your sword away and hid it behind your back. Your brother stood behind Prince Ferid and looked at you. Your brother you hadn't seen in months.

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( I hope you enjoyed! Chapter 2 will follow soon~ 💜 )

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[thatsgay-writes]

Maybe a Korra x reader who has the powers of she ra

(Female Reader)

You were a non bender and had been friends with Korra way before you found the sword. The two of you had been friends since childhood, before Korra and her parents even knew she was the avatar. You were even there when Korra found and took in Naga. When Korra was sent to the White Lotus compound, the White Lotus had tried to end all of Korra’s friendships so she could focus on her training, but you would sneak into the compound almost every night. The guards were usually asleep half the time you snuck in, so it was never that hard to sneak past them.

You were there for Korra when she would reach new achievements, mastering water bending, fire bending, earth bending, etc. You had managed to befriend Katara, who had been the first to recognize the looks of love that you sent the avatar (reminding her of how Aang looked at her). So you didn’t have to sneak in as often the older you got and would just go with Katara instead.

You didn’t go to Republic City with Korra, which broke your best friend’s heart. But she understood why, your mother had gotten sick from an unknown disease and someone had to watch your family bakery until she got better. The two of you would send letter through out the time of separation and all was going well, until your mother passed.

---

Her death had been sudden but not surprising. You had lied to Korra that your mother was getting better when in reality, the last family member you had was slowly slipping away. Not even Katara could heal your mother. You went into a deep depression soon after your mother’s funeral and threw yourself into work. The more you worked, the less time you were alone with your thoughts, the less time you were stuck in an empty house. Slowly, but surely, your letters to Korra were blander and less frequent. Your love for her never faded, but the excitement in your life had.

Finding the sword was your saving grace. You didn’t know how much longer you could last, all the days slowly meshing together into a mess. You had gone on a walk, not something you did often because it left you alone with your thoughts. But something had been, seemingly, calling out to you, urging you to walk. When feeling the urge, you didn’t hesitate to follow it, maybe it was the spirits calling you home to be reunited with you mother.

A cave, a freaking cave... Is what you thought as you stood outside of it. By now, the snow that was falling softly had picked up and you knew you wouldn’t be able to return home until it had calmed. You walked slowly into the cave, trying to make sure there was no wild animal inside of it. As you were checking the cave, a light caught your eye. You followed it to its source, interested in what shone so bright in a cave so dark.

The sword was stabbed into the ground, vines wrapped around it. The light was coming from a bright blue crystal in the middle of the hilt. Who would leave such a beautiful sword here? You wondered as you walked closer to it, looking for traps or even a dead body. When you found nothing, you grabbed the sword and pulled it from the stones and vines. As soon as it was released, a surge of power blasted you back and into the cave wall, knocking you out.

---

You kept and studied the sword after you had woken up in the cave, sword still in hand. You told no one else of what you had witnessed or found and studied in silence, continuing to run your bakery in the day time and practice with the sword through the night. The Legend of She-ra is what the sword was, or supposed to be. You read through the book that most people called a fantasy novel and not non-fiction. You read about the adventures of the best friend squad and a world called Etheria, that was filled with princesses and magic.

You had been confused of the reason that the sword had ended up on Earth but by doing more digging, you found that over thousands of years ago your earth had been Etheria. The magic of the planet slowly effecting everyone and giving them the ability to bend. You learned about how there was light and dark magic, what Raava and Vaatu were made of. How someone named Prince Peekablue created the spirit world with the last of their magic for loved ones to wait for each other before finding eternal peace. Having used their magical powers to see beyond perception to make what they imagined a reality and how the spirit world only became stronger and visible as the magic of the spirits grew.

You read how when the last She-ra, Adora, died the sword wouldn’t work again until it was needed. You read how the sword was hidden for generations until the last of Adora’s bloodline had died out and the sword was lost to the world. Luckily, there were instructions on how to use the sword and practice with it for when it was found. You thanked the spirits that Catra, Finn, and the other authors of the book had left such important information.

---

When Korra returned to the Southern Water Tribe, you weren’t there. After greeting her parents and showing her friends were they would be staying, she ran off towards her best friend and crush’s house. She had missed you since she left the South Pole and even more when you both stopped sending letters. She had tried to get over you and date Mako but it ended almost as fast as it happened. She hoped that being back at the South Pole would rekindle your friendship and maybe even let it go beyond that if she convinced you to return to Republic City with her.

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“Korra! Slow down!” Bolin yelled at the avatar as she ran towards your family bakery. Korra just rolled her eyes at Bolin, “C’mon, if you keep up with me, I’ll get you some food. They have the best kale cookies in the world!” Bolin’s eyes lit up at Korra’s proposal and he managed to keep up with her the rest of the way. Both of them ignoring how Mako and Asami rolled their eyes at the two’s childish behavior.

Korra reached the door to the bakery and attempted to enter, being confused when the door wouldn’t budge. “What the...?” Korra muttered as she looked through a window in the building to see that it was empty with chairs put on the tables. Bolin was sad that he wouldn’t be getting any cookies. Korra noticed someone standing across the street and ran over to ask about the bakery. “Excuse me? Excuse me!” “Huh? Oh wow your the avatar!” The kid said as Korra got their attention. “I... Um, yeah. Do you happen to know why the bakery’s closed?” The kid looked around Korra and at the building she was motioning to. “Oh, yeah. The bakery hasn’t been open for almost a month! It sucks too cause they had the best muffins.” The kid said with a frown, causing Korra to frown as well. “A month...” She mumbled to herself, what had she missed while she was away?

Korra tried your house too but you weren’t there. She let her friends go do whatever as she went to Katara to try and find you. “Katara!” Katara looks up from what she was doing and gave Korra a kind smile. “Korra, what can I help you with?” “Do you know where y/n is? Or her mom?” Korra asks hoping Katara knew and not liking it when Katara gained a frown on her face. “You mean y/n never told you? I had just assumed...” “Told me what?” Korra asks, worried at Katara’s reaction. Katara lets out a sigh before responding, “Korra... Y/n’s mother passed away. Y/n hasn’t been the same since. A lot quieter, more reserved...” Katara just trails off, not knowing what to say, while Korra feels like the air got knocked out of her. “What...” Korra says, not really asking, with tears in her eyes. Your mom had been like a second mother to her growing up and hearing that she sick was bad enough but finding out she was dead and that you were dealing with it by yourself, hurt more than she could imagine. Katara pulls the young avatar into a hug trying to comfort her. “Y/n has been gone for almost a month. She told me she would be safe before she left. She didn’t want me to worry.” Katara says, hoping to lessen the worry on Korra.

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You had left to go to the swamp where the Bayan-grove tree was located. You wanted to go to the spirit world and learn more about magic. You knew that only air benders were supposed to be able to go to the spirit world, but with the new knowledge of magic, you hoped you would be able to as well. So you went to the place most tapped into magic. The tree had grown right over where you read the heart of Etheria was located before all the magic in it got released. You meditated and practiced with the sword everyday, wanting to master using the sword and the other things it could turn into. You hoped that going to the spirit world could connect you with Mara or Adora or anything to help you know that you were the one meant to get the sword, that you were doing what you were supposed to do with the sword, and that you were ready to use it if need be. You weren’t able to enter the spirit until Korra opened the first spirit portal.

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You spent days in the spirits with a spirit that went by the name of Swift Wind. He was an alicorn that was the previous She-ra’s animal companion, similar to how Aang had Appa and Korra had Naga. You had inquired about when you would be able to get an animal companion but Swift said that it had to happen naturally. You didn’t know how long you had spent in the spirit world but it felt like days before you felt a sudden shift through out the spirit world. “What was that?’ You ask Swift Wind as you felt a sudden disheartening feeling. Swift Wind lifts his horn into the air and you watch as his eyes get big. “Vaatu has escaped.”

(There will be a part 2🙂)

Part 2

#lok #Legend of korra #korra x reader #lok x reader #female reader #female character #female x reader #wlw #atla #avatar the last airbender

[moongoddesskiana]

I'm just thinking about AU where you keep elements from different canons for maximum angst as well as maximum 'you done fucked up my fave' because the writers really don't understand my fave's origin story

So Jason recently left the Titans (have I ever watched more than the first 3 eps no but I've seen enough clips and fanvids) and is back to working with Bruce. They are working on a case where the criminal has diplomatic immunity, Jason goes to confront the dude who proceeds to fall off the balcony (also for kicks the dude said that no one was going to believe that Jason had nothing to do with it when Jason tried to save him and he shoved Jason off) and dies.

After this Jason is forced to go to therapy where Leslie (whom he already knows and trusts) helps him a bit though he is still very much struggling. Jason then over hears Bruce say that Jason is being too rough and is going to be taken off active duty, Jason then runs out of the manor and into Crime Alley. Bruce tracks him down and they have a conversation like the one in Titans and Jason asks Bruce not to give up on him and that he had nothing to do with the dude's death.

Not sure if I'm gonna have Bruce believe him or not, but Bruce thinks this is for the best and doesn't realize how much this fucks up Jason and worsens his feelings of being rejected. As Jason leaves the alley but is still in the neighborhood an old neighbor flags him down saying they have some of his family's old things. Jason sneaks back into his room and goes over everything in the box hoping to find some of his mom's old things, what Jason actually finds is his birth certificate. The mother's name starting with an S but otherwise unreadable. Jason doesn't feel like he has anyone to go to and tries to track down his bio mom.

Cross referencing Willis addressbook he finds 3 possibilities, I'm gonna be lazy and say that Sheila was in town for like enough time for Jason to find her in Gotham. Meanwhile Joker broke out of Arkham and Batman's on the case and thinks that Sheila's job's local warehouse known to not usually be in use is Joker's next move. Sheila tells Jason she has to go to a meeting but to meet up later when Bruce runs into Jason.

Bruce asks Jason where he's been and what is he doing on a Joker case (it's been like a week since Jason left the manor only leaving a note saying that basically reads I know when I'm not wanted don't do a obligatory search.). Jason for a second thought Bruce had been looking for him and that he actually cared until he asked what Jason was doing on a case, Jason's sense of rejection escalates.

Bruce says that Sheila workplace might be in trouble but that he was also checking out another lead. Jason tracks down Sheila to warn her that the Joker might be up to something using her work's warehouse, she's like sure kid uh huh until he shows he the Robin suit. Then Sheila says to help her search the warehouse before her meeting which was to happen at the warehouse so that they would know if anything bad was inside.

Jason says that he should call in Batman just in case when they round a corner in the warehouse and the Joker is there. Jason (in Robin suit) turns to Shelia to yell at her to run when she pulls out a gun and points it at Jason telling him "sorry kid looks like you trusted the wrong person this time."

Jason is then tied up and beaten with a crowbar, whilst Sheila sits back and smokes on a nearby crate. Jason goes unconscious and Sheila is tied to the warehouse while the Joker says there can be no witnesses. Jason tries to get them both out of there while he struggles to move, they make it to the door when he hears a timer seconds away from zero while Sheila tries to open the door. Jason covers her body with his own while resigning himself to death. The warehouse explodes.

First responders are already on the scene when Bruce gets there. Sheila is alive long enough to tell Batman that Jason was a good kid, a better kid than one she thought she would make. The first responders found Jason before Bruce did, Robin was pronounced dead on arrival.

Everything is happening in between season 2 and 3 btw, well at least until Red Hood arrives.

Dick hears about the explosion over the news and rushes to Gotham, team in hand. They miss the funeral. Dick finds out that Jason had been missing for a week before that and is pissed Bruce didn't tell him. A month later Tim forces his way into Robin and gets assistance from the Titans who welcome him with open arms.

3 months after his death Jason crawls out of his grave, Scarecrow and the League of Assassins are working together (don't ask why idk either) and Jason stumbles across a meeting. Someone notices Jason isn't responding properly and they began experimenting on him eventually realizing that one of Scarecrow's toxins makes him less fearful and respond to orders more. Talia grows to give a shit and puts him in a Lazarus Pit before she is sent away but still partly in charge. Ra's says to drug him before he wakes up and to make Jason reliant on the drugs and on the League of Assassins.

Jason is trained up for a year before they put him on the scene as a figurehead but not really in charge of anything Red Hood. Jason tries to keep civilian casualties as low as he can, tries to keep things centered on ending Gotham's crime and criminals. He makes his number one rule no drugs to kids, no harm to children, no exceptions.

Two lackeys who drugged Robin were made as examples. Jason himself was still force fed Scarecrow's toxin every day.

The code name Red Hood was one of the few things that he had been given control over a nice little Fuck you to the Joker (still alive and kicking) which he had a do not engage order for so he couldn't kill the guy himself (not that he thought he would be able to even with the toxin). Jason tries to use it as a force of change, a force of good for Gotham. Sometimes when the drugs were wearing off he wondered how much harm he was doing compared to good, and how easily he killed criminals.

The league of assassin's pulls out of Gotham for reasons Jason doesn't know about, Jason tries to get clean while an imposter with meta abilities impersonated Red Hood in order to get to Hank and does Gotham harm. The titans have been in town for most of the time btw. The meta, a telepathic shapeshifter, bumped into Jason read his mind and figured Jason Todd would be a good cover for them while they did this and they could implant memories into Jason later and no evidence would lead back to them especially because of Jason laying low and trying to detox alone.

So yeah Jason still murders people but the stuff in the show making someone snap their neck, civilian casualties that shouldn't have happened and killing Hank, that was a meta in this because I can't see even a very fucked up Jason doing those things.

Everyday the meta tracks Jason down reads his mind and implants new memories. Jason tries to get help but that keeps getting stopped or people refuse to help him for the things they think he did.

The meta is taken into custody when someone realizes that that isn't Jason because either he called one of them or one of them saw him one the street collapsing. This leads to so much confusion epically since Jason has two sets of memories the stuff he did do (duffle bag of heads) and things he didn't do (kill Hank). In the process of sorting his memories the Titans realize how much they fucked up with Jason especially when they hear him say 'Arkham is to good for me, I need to be put down, I'm poison.' After hearing him whimper in his sleep begging Bruce not to put him in Arkham, to not leave him with the Joker.

Jason and Tim mostly get along and become siblings, but Gar is the only Titan who didn't really hurt my fave from what I know. The rest didn't really treat Jason as one of them and didn't try to understand him or empathize. I heard that Kori was also okay with him but then I saw a clip from 3x08 and I was like :/

Don't have anything else currently for this idea

#batman #robin #jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #dick grayson #nightwing #dc titans #titans live action #l rambles #l rants #l ramble #l rant

[sparkleofpizza]

The archer - Tim Drake x reader 3/?

The archer - Tim Drake x reader 3/?

Requested: no

Warnings: swearing, flashback in italic

Taglist: @isthataladybag

Summary: Y/n Queen will be living in the Wayne Manor for a while, and Dick Grayson decided to be the Cupid between her and his little brother Tim Drake.

Word count: 2.918

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

Tim trusted Bruce. He trusted Bruce a lot, he was Batman after all, he took care of the city very well and would never let a known threat just live there normally. But Tim was a detective as well, he felt a bit bad for it, but he had to dig a bit on you. 

After finding out you are Oliver's sister and not Roy’s, and that you had been trained by Talia al Ghul, he realized he knows nothing about you or your past. If it was anyone else staying at his house, he would've already found out all of their secrets and everything they had ever done in their life. He couldn't let a silly crush get in the way, or your pretty conquer smile. He felt very bad for snooping around, but he had to do it. It was who he was. 

You were out for the day, you had to take care of a few papers at Gotham University since you would be studying there in a few days. You had invited Tim to accompany you, and he really wanted to, specially since you knew nothing about Gotham and could easily end up going somewhere dangerous (everywhere was a bit dangerous, but still). He told you he had to work on a few papers for Wayne Enterprises and suggested you invited Jason to join you. 

So now, there was Tim. Sitting alone in his room, laptop open, a mug of warm coffee by his side, and he was ready to look you up. He started typing, doing the thing he always does when he needs to dig dirty on people he is tracking for a case - he still felt terrible about doing this behind your back, but he pushed it to the back of his mind, it was just the crush he had on you talking louder than common sense. 

Y/n M/n Queen. Birthday: xx/xx/xxxx. Birth place: Star City.

Moira Queen - mother (deceased) 

Robert Queen - father (deceased)

Oliver Queen - brother

Emiko Queen - half sister

Tim started reading everything he could find about you. Good student with great grades, former cheerleader, socialite knowing for mingling with important people from Star City. Has been saved by the Green Arrow a few times when kidnaped for being a Queen, and then Deathstroke's victim. Footage of you out there being Silver, in the years where you were activated the most, now a days you're hardly ever seen as vigilant. Associated with Thomas Merlyn - mercenary, Malcom Merlyn - mercenary and assassin. Joined the League of Assassins for five months after being held as a prize on a fight between Malcom Merlyn and Oliver Queen, resulting in the loss of Oliver and you being sent to the League. Trained by the whole al Ghul family. Often associated with Roy Harper and Connor Hawke. Teamed up with Red Arrow and Kid Flash before. 

Tim was pleased he didn't find anything bad about you. All of this was ok, even the League of Assassins stuff. He was relived, but now was feeling ever guiltier than before. Should he tell you what he did? Would you be mad?

He closed his laptop, rubbing his eyes. Maybe he was just tired, that's why he did all of this. There was no need for you to know any of this.

"Drake." Damian said, barging into his room, hands behind his back and chin held up high "I think we need to discuss the fact that Queen is a former member of the League of Assassins."

Tim sighted "I already looked it up, she is fine, Damian."

"Then look it up again and harder. You are letting your feelings cloud your judgment."

And with that the little boy left. 

You were sitting at a cafe with Jason in Gotham Downtown. You had already delivered the missing papers at Gotham University, and now were enjoining an iced coffee with him. He had a hat and sunglasses on, trying to hide his identity, he was supposed to be dead and hasn't made his big debute just yet. 

"So... Dick seems to be trying to be the cupid between you and Tim." he commented, taking a sip of his Frappuccino "What do you think about that?"

You chuckled "I am certainly not opposed to that."

Jason's eyebrows shot up "Really? So you are crushing on my replacement?"

"Stop calling him that, you know he didn't want to replace you." you rolled your eyes, no you didn't know that, but from what you learned about Tim, you could tell that wasn't his intention when he took the mantle of Robin "And yes, I am crushing your brother. Although I have no idea what he wants from me."

The man in front of you rolled his eyes back at you, not like you could see trough the dark lenses covering his eyes. Of course you were crushing on him, if you were already willingly to defend Tim without even knowing everything.

"Dick wouldn't have came up with this idea if he didn't think Tim was interested in you as well. But, I can try and talk to him if you want to. Please, don't."

"Geez, why did you volunteer if you don't want to?"

"Because I am trying to be nice to you."

You shook your head, sipping on your iced caramel macchiato. You only hope that Jason don't rat you out to Roy, you don't want your brother to find out about you having a crush on Bruce's son thought Roy. God knows he didn't know how to keep the gossip to himself. 

"What's the deal with you being trained by the demon's mother?"

Ah there it was, the question you knew would come eventually. You regretted telling them the truth in the first place, but you also knew that if they found out later and on their own it would have been worse. They would probably think you were trying to hide it from them because of bad motives. It wasn't, you just didn't really like to look someone in the eyes and say hey, did you know I was trained by assassins? 

"I already said it isn't..."

"Yes, it is." he cut you off, not buying any of your bullshit "I know you are not the bad guy, if that is why you are afraid of telling me the truth. I just want to know what happened. I know how the league can be... brute."

You bit on your lower lip, staring off into distance.

The air was warmer than you remembered it from a few years ago, maybe it was because you were younger and was only trying to see the best into the situation - it was like a trip, right? 

You looked out of the window, watching the trees' leafs waving with the wind, people walking in a group outside, looking for any inconvenience. You wondered how long it would take for you to be killed if you decided to escape. 

"It is time for your training." Nissa al Ghul informed you, standing at the door of the room you were currently calling yours 

"Again?" you asked, not turning around to face her, you didn't want her to see your blank face "I just finished training with your sister."

Nissa sighted, pushing back the brown hair that was around her shoulders. Her hand left the handle of the sword tucked into her belt. She had promised Oliver that she would do her best to keep his sister out of harm ways, but there was only much she could do. Going against both her father and sister was not a smart idea, and although it wasn't often that she saw eye to eye with them, they were still her family, and Oliver and you were simple... friends? Maybe, that was a complex term. 

"Yes, again. My father is waiting for you and he doesn't like when people keep him waiting."

You nodded your head. There was no point in fighting like you did the first couple of weeks. You knew you were outnumbered, and God knows when your family is coming to rescue you, if they can succeed in doing so.

As you walked around, silent footsteps, no sign of your approach, you saw Ra's al Ghul. Before you could even blink, he had his sword down to your neck, you on your knees as you helplessly stared into his eyes. His angry eyes.

"Never keep your opponent waiting. It gives him the time to explore his surrounds and learn the best path to ambush you the moment you arrive."

You pushed his sword back, not caring that the blade cut into the palm of your hand. You allowed the blood to drip on the floor, pushing yourself off the floor and grabbing your bow and an arrow from the quiver on your back.

Fighting with Ra's made you think that maybe this was going to be your life from now on. Sparring everyday until you had to kill for the first time, then sparring harder until you got sent on a mission, for your first kill. You wondered if maybe you would be stopped by your brother and friends, if you would allow them, or if not, if they'd succeed in stopping you. 

"It was just Malcom's Merlyn fault." you stated, turning your gaze to Jason who was still staring at you "He provoked my brother into a fight, I was the prize. Malcom won and the league finally got a Queen so they could mold into the perfect assassin. Thankfully, Tommy joined Oliver and they both got me out of there."

Jason nodded, it wasn't a full story like he was expecting, but hey! He doesn't like to talk about his time at the league too. Hell, he thinks not even one of his brothers know fully everything that happened there with him. Somethings are better left unsaid, and apparently, for you, this was the case. He was ok with that, that was your story to be told, and if you didn't want to share it, then you didn't have to. 

"Yeah, Roy mentioned a couple of times how much of an asshole Merlyn can be." He said, earning a laugh from you

“He knows how to be a pain in the ass.” You nodded your head in agreement “I thought Bruce had said something about it to you guys.”

Jason shook his head, it was typical Bruce to not share informations with the rest of them. Jason learned from him how to be closed off and not share his feelings, even when Dick would bother him about it.

“No, he didn’t say anything.”

You persued your lips “Oliver asked him for help at the time, you know, because of Bruce’s connections to Talia. He wanted to know the best way to outsmart her. I thought at least one of you knew...”

“Bruce probably thought it was for the best to keep this kind of information away from Damian. He doesn’t like to talk about his time at the league, I don’t like to talk about my time at the league. Dick would’ve found a way to ask us how we feel about it, and Tim... he would’ve found a way to ask us how was our time there, trying to learn more.”

You nodded your head. You couldn’t blame Bruce for not talking, you were actually relieved he didn’t, that way the boys got to know you because they wanted to, and not to prove you weren’t an assassin living in their house. You’ve never even killed anyone before, so... maybe you should’ve started the conversation with Jason by stating that fact, it would’ve been better.

“I never killed anyone.” You addded, voice just above a whisper “I thought you should know that.”

“Well, then I am glad the league didn’t break you enough to start killing.” He smiled at you

Dick was sitting at the kitchen with his brothers. Damian was going on a rant about you, exclaiming everyone should keep an eye on you, just in case.

Dick grabbed a cookie from the plate, they were still warm, freshed baked. He could understand why his little brother was worried, but Tim looking you up?

“I already talked about it with her today.” Jason sighted, presssing his hand trough his face “She isn’t an assassin, Damian! Let this go!”

“I can’t believe you were digging dirty on her.” Dick said, shaking his head in disappointment “I thought you were crushing on her! Damian said he saw you guys almost kissing yesterday!”

Tim blushed “I just had to make sure she was who I thought she was. We knew nothing about her, now we do. Her parents are both dead, she doesn’t have a criminal record, and she’s never killed anyone before.”

You stopped dead in your tracks, frowning. Did you hear them correctly? Did they look you up just to make sure you weren’t a bad person? Ok, you understand them being wary of you after they found this whole league of assassins thing out, but Tim...? You just couldn’t believe he had the nerve to do this instead of asking you, you would’ve told him anything he wanted to know.

Maybe you were being a fool, trusting him blindly when you shouldn’t. You were being a fool for just starting to fall for this boy who clearly doesn’t trust you enough like you trust him, and clearly his crush on you means nothing.

Frustrated, you went back to your room, closing the door behind you. Right now, you were regretting having agreed to wait for Oliver to come back from his missions to look for an apartment to live in Gotham.

You grabbed your cellphone from the bedside table, clicking on the screen and then holding it up to your ear.

“Hi, I need to talk to you about something.” You said as soon as he picked up

“Hello to you, too.” Connor Hawke said on the other end of the line “Who ate your ice cream?”

You rolled your eyes. Once when you were younger, Roy ate all of the ice cream there was on the fridge and you were pissed for the rest of the day. Now, every time you are on a bad mood, they would ask who ate your ice cream. Very funny.

“Hi, Connor. How are you?” You asked after taking a deep breath, taking your anger out on your best friend wasn’t going to solve your problems

“I’m fine, but you apperently aren’t. So tell me, what did Gotham do to you? Or perhaps what did the Wayne boys did to you?”

You sighted, taking a sit on the bed, Connor knew you too well. He also knew the troubles you went trough growing up as a Queen and as the Green Arrow’s sister. He was always there for you, so he knew a lot how you coped with things and how certain small things had a big impact in your life.

You started by telling him about the sparring session you had with Jason and how it ended up with everyone finding out about you being trained by the league of assassins. And then proceeded to tell him about what you overheard at the kitchen.

“I know that me being part of Team Arrow should make me understand why Tim was researching about me. We have been betrayed by people close to us before, and I really want to be resenoble about this whole situation, but...”

“But you are upset about it. You wish he had came to you to ask you all this questions.” Connor finished up your train of thoughts

“Yes, God yes! I wish he would’ve just came to me, I would’ve told him anything he wanted to know, and damn, I know this makes me sound like a fool.”

“Just a little bit.” Your best friend laughed “I am happy to see you are developing feelings for him, even if I am a bit mad he was suspicious of you. But in our line of work, we should always be too careful.”

You pushed your hair away from your face, staring at the cream walls in front of your. Connor was right, you were overreacting because you were developing feelings Tim and you wanted him to trust you because trust is fundamental in a relationship. You couldn’t help but think that if it was the other way around, you would’ve done the same thing.

“You’re right. Thank you, Conny.”

“I am always right, and please, don’t call me Conny.”

You chuckled, flopping down on bed so you could rest your back on the soft mattress.

“Should I talk to him about it?” You asked quietly

“If it is going to make you feel better than you should approach him with the subject, if not, let him come to you, it will be a proof if it is worth nurtrishing feelings for him.”

After you ended the call, you kept thinking about what Connor had said. He did know how to give good advise, and waiting for Tim to tell you was indeed a good test to know if it was actually worth it to have a crush on him. Maybe you shouldn’t let him know you knew. Let’s see what he’s gonna do.

After all, he wasn’t the only one who came from a family that knew how to keep emotions on check.

#tim drake x reader #tim drake x you #tim drake x y/n #tim drake imagine #tim drake headcanon #red robin x y/n #red robin x you #red robin x reader #red robin imagine #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #damian wayne x reader #roy harper x reader

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In the beginning Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these other than my Fanfiction story.

(illustrated by Yomi-Gaeru, Character officially from Kishimoto)

Chapter 1

Summary : This one week of break after 3 months of winning the 4th Ninja War will be interesting for Sakura, as she met the man who caused it all, but instantly changed directions after seeing the cherry pink haired kunoichi roaming around the Land of Mist.

Ships : Madara/Sakura, Hinata/Naruto, Side Sasuke/Sakura, Kakashi/Shizune Chapters : 20

Main Characters: Madara Uchiha, Sakura Haruno, Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha

Characters : Tsunade Senju, Shizune, Kakashi Hatake, Sai, Ino Yamanaka, Hinata Hyuuga, Genma, Orochimaru, Karin Uzumaki, Suigetsu Hozuki, Juugo,

Kaguya Otsutsuki ( mentions ), Zetsu (Mentions), Obito Uchiha (Mentions), Katsuyu, Naruto Civilians/Village Civilians

Time line : Post-war, 4th Ninja war , Naruto

Rated : T - M (in a few chapters)

Circumstances

Third Person POV :

It was 3 months after the 4th Great Ninja War has ended, people were traumatized and scared until now, others have long forgotten about the past and stayed with the present, while others disappeared on who-knows-where. Medical Ninjas were stabilizing people and children that had traumas in that situation. Medical team Sakura, Ino, Shizune, Tsunade and Hinata were in charge on taking care of each level of the Hospital. Sakura was in charge of any Physical Help, Ino was incharge of Mental Help using her Mind-Tranfer Jutsu, Shizune and Tsunade were in charge of any help, and Hinata was incharge for chakra help using her byakugan.

Ino was slacking off a little because of what happened to her father, Inoichi.

Hinata was dating Naruto for almost a month now. But hardly moved on with Neji’s death.

Shizune was still taking care of the hospital.

Tsunade was thinking on resigning as the Godaime and make Kakashi as a candidate as Rokudaime.

And Sakura. She was 17 now.

But.

Sakura didn’t know anything anymore.

All she did is.

Heal.

Fight.

Heal.

Fight.

Everything just repeats. It was getting boring, but she had to serve the village.

How she wishes that Naruto will always bother her.

How Sasuke will always call her ‘annoying’.

How Kakashi will just look at her while reading his Icha Icha. But every one of those just vanished on her own very eyes.

She hasn’t seen Naruto after a week Sasuke left.

Sasuke left the village to atone for his ‘sins’.

And Kakashi just was too troublesome to think of, many emotions that can’t be described behind that mask.

I guess the 4th Ninja war really took a big toll on her, even if Sasuke says he’s sorry for everything despite the fact he almost killed her multiple times and brought her to a heavy genjutsu, just hurts to eternity. She has never seen an such obsolete human, so cruel, so evil yet it makes him look pathetic.

Naruto probably didn’t even care about her anymore since he had Hinata but she still missed his Joyful and Loud voice.

Kakashi probably didn’t care for her too anymore, it’s considered that she can be promoted to Jounin within the year.

Sakura POV; in her mind :

“Forget Sasuke. He doesn’t care about you, he left you after only 1 week staying in Konoha, he probably will come back with a son/daughter next, or probably a wife, who knows? Pfft, Don’t let him take advantage of you this time.”

Inner spoke in my mind.

After all, I guess it’s all true, I do think it’s time to let go of these feelings. It isn’t worth it anymore, years of loving and patience, all gone to waste. But I know I dont care about it anymore. Everything is the truth, the truth does hurt.

“I guess you’re right. You will always be with me right?” Sakura spoke

“Of course Sa-ku-ra, I’m stuck with you and your mind forever, so that leaves me no choice you know?” Inner talked. And chuckled afterwards.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get too cocky”. She said as she rolled her eyes.

“Forehead? You there?” Ino said as she walked past by her.

“H-huh? O-oh yeah! I’m fine.” ‘Completely and obviously not!’

“Are you sure? You’ve been dozing off for quite sometime now. I would’ve used my jutsu to check on what’s going on with your big head”.

“Don’t even dare Pig.” She shot a glance at Ino that made her head sweat.

“Fine, fine, just tell me what’s going on next time, I won’t be too patient Billboard Brow.” Ino said sarcastically.

“Yeah, yeah, anyways, what time is it?”

“It’s almost past noon forehead, I was waiting for you to pick up lunch with me until I saw your gaze completely gone from earth.”

‘Crazy forehead girl’.

“Well why didn’t you say it now? Let’s go!”

They laughed as they went running from the hospital and going around the streets of Konoha just to reach Naruto’s Favorite place to eat.

At Ichiraku’s Ramen

“Ino pig, aren’t you eating too much?” She laughed while sipping her noodles as Ino’s soup made her choke by her words.

“HEY! DON’T MOCK ME. AND SAYS THE ONE WHO ATE 3 BOWLS OF RAMEN OFFERED BY NARUTO AND DIDN’T DECLINE!” Ino shouted at her frantically.

“Alright alright geez, your anger issues are taking a poll on you ya know? You’re getting as angry as me.” Sakura said while grinding her teeth.

“Hmph, fine, but you’re paying today, it’s your fault i’m angry like this.”

“Cheeky pig.”

‘Heh, fell right into my trap.’

Ino snorted afterwards.

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Oh how I wish it was like this everyday.

Everyday, happy.

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“Earth to sakura? Hello???”

As Sakura heard her bestfriends voice, her mind came back to reality.

“oh yeah, Hey!”

“Sakura, are you sure nothing is bothering you? You seem a little… distressed.”

Distressed? Maybe.

De-arranged? Yeah sure.

“I’m fine Ino, i’m really fine, there’s nothing I am worrying about, I’m just really stressed like you said, maybe the hospital is just too much for me right now.”

“Oh yea, Lady Tsunade said there is an opening tomorrow for people who wants to take a break for 3 days - 1 month, maybe you want to take a break? I can take your patients if you want.”

“I think that will be nice, I’ll think about it.”

“We should eat our ramen Forehead, it’s getting cold.” Ino said as she got annoyed.

Sakura nodded as a response.

‘The same as always.’

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After 2 hours of bonding with Ino, she actually got satisfied. She actually felt happy for once.

She’s happy she’s there with her, she’s happy atleast Ino was by her side.

And she actually will take Ino’s word on taking a break, she’ll maybe need it.

She was actually surprised she hasn’t seen that annoying little yellow haired boy in the streets of Konoha. What is that little fox upto?

Walking the streets of Konoha after another 2 hours of going back to the hospital, she was going back to her apartment. In a flick of her eyes, she saw a tall, busty blonde and a black haired female just about the size of her. She saw Tsunade-Sama and Shizune-san near her apartment. Thinking of what’s going on, she knows it’s about her.

She chuckled, this night will be interesting.

Seeing the two females

“Tsunade-sama? Shizune-san? What happened For you guys to pass by?”

“Ah, Sakura, welcome back, anyways I have received a letter that Uchiha Sasuke will be returning in a week, so I maybe thought to inform you and Naruto to escort him through Konoha at night, of course, Genma and the others staying at the gate won’t interfere, I have already noticed them about your appearance next week.”

Sakura’s eyes widened at what Tsunade just said. ‘That can’t be possible, why did he even come back for? To become a Konoha nin again? That isn’t right.’

“A-ah Tsunade-Sama, he is really coming back isn’t he?”

Tsunade Nodded.

“Ah I see, I understand on what we are going to do, I’ll ask Naruto instead about this, you should be going to the Hokage Office Tsunade-Sama, It’s getting dark.”

“Alright, I pass you this. This is the mission scroll, and yes, this is a mission, an A-Rank one to be exact. And also this. This is the form you’re going to need for next week, it’s not any form Sakura, this is a form of seals that can be used as a sealing technique, originating from my grandmother’s clan, the uzumaki clan, using this fuinjutsu.”

“That’s very interesting Tsunade-Sama, I’ll hold onto this.”

“Come to my office tomorrow at 8 am sharp to discuss this with Naruto.”

“Hai, Tsunade-Sama. Also- Wait!”

“Hm?”

“I heard from Ino that you’re accepting people to take a leave so maybe I thought I’ll get one, i also want to take a small break from the hospital please? Like only 1 week?”

“Hm, I’ll consider it and will discuss with you this tomorrow, I also think it will be a good time before you leaving to go get Sasuke. More like a preparation, very well Sakura, I’ll see you tomorrow.

“H-Hai!”

She hoped Naruto will be in his house or she’ll have to call on Tsunade again telling that he wasn’t seen that day. And had gone to atoms.

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Home PT. 5

Viktor Drago x Cyra (Black OFC)

Cyra (Ky-Ra) -Sun or throne

Kazimir (Kah-Zee-Meer) - Bringer or Announcer of peace

Viktor Drago is married to the love of his life, they have a 5 year old son. He is willing to do anything to keep them safe.

Warning: Kidnapping, abuse, mentions of child abuse

Flashback 4

Viktor was absent from the gym for two weeks, Ivan thought of a punishment. After coming home late and missing his alarm in the morning Ivan made him go to the countryside. One of Ivan's friends owned a farm and he had to go work there, while also doing workouts. But today he was back, Ivan had a meeting setting up his next fight in a week and he was by himself. He went through his normal routine, keeping a look out for Cyra. 

When she finally entered with the girl she was always with he smiled to himself, happy to see her. 

Cyra looked up after Anna nudged her arm. 

“There goes your giant boyfriend.” she joked. 

“Chill out, obviously he doesn't like me.”

“Oh yeah then why he is smiling, when have you ever seen Drago smile.”

“He is probably just happy to be back in the gym, leave me alone.”

Yeah Cyra was a little snappy, she missed home, she missed her brothers, she sighed as she started to stretch, not even looking over in Viktor direction. 

Viktor frowned, she didn't even look at him. Normally she would at least smile at him, mouthing a little hello. He hoped he didn't upset her in any way, he would apologize before he left. 

Viktor worked out, keeping one eye on her as he did so. Her bubbly personality just wasn't here today, she was gray like the weather. The gym slowly emptied out, Viktor pushed himself to keep going, just to watch over her. The friend left as Cyra was sitting on a row of mats doing  sit ups. 

Viktor walked over to her, sweat drenching his tank top to his body. 

“Hey.” was all he could say, suddenly everything he wanted to say got jumbled in his mind. 

“Hey Vik.” she leaned back on her arms, breathing heavy. 

“I am sorry…”

Cyra cut him off with a wave of a hand, “You don't have anything to be sorry about, you don't owe me anything, you are a grown ass man.”

Viktor was stuck not sure what to say, he took a few steps back as she got up and gathered her things. 

“See ya later.” and just like that she was gone. 

Viktor went back to the punching bag, confused about the interaction. On one hand she said he didn't need to be sorry, but she was clearly upset. Viktor didn't have a lot of experience with women, none as a matter of fact, at 25 he only been with one woman sexually, and that was after he won a fight, she was just a groupie The experience was short, a means to an end. Women were a distraction his father told him. Women came and went, glory was forever.

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Viktor was in the gym when they came, and he knew they would. It had been a week since Cyra and Kazi were taken, her brothers were used to talking to her everyday. The doorbell rang and Ivan got the door, telling him to keep going. They quickly fell back into old habits and Viktor didn't like it. 

Her two brothers entered the gym with Ivan in the lead. 

“Vik where is Cyra, her phone is going straight to voicemail?” the oldest of the two spoke first. 

Viktor stopped and turned towards the men, not sure what to say. The oldest, Trey, was a military veteran, now working in private security and he looked like it. He was big, not as big as Viktor but enough so that it would be a fight. 

“She left him.” Ivan said, lying. 

“Bullshit, because if she did, she would have come to us.”

“Yeah what's up drago?” The younger brother, Malik asked. Like his sister he chose college over the military, getting a graduate degree in microbiology. 

“She left me.” it pained him to say it, even if it wasn't true, because Cyra and Kazi were his world and he would never be able to function without them. 

“Why?” 

They were not backing down, whatever lie he told them, he knew they wouldn't believe it.

“Cheating, I was fucking a groupie.” he sighed, dropping his head. 

“Where did she go?” Malik asked.

“She didn't tell me.”

“So let me get this straight, your wife and son leave you and the first thing you do is hop your ass on tv to talk about a fight?”

Trey, never one to shy from a fight, got right in Viktor's face, “You are lying and I swear if anything happens to my sister and nephew I will gut your big ass and your dad. If I don't hear from here in 24 hours I will be back.”

Ivan stood with his arms folded, “You threats mean nothing, she is an american woman, they come and go as they please.” 

Trey turned to the older man, “You keep my sister name out your fucking mouth, you think I dont know about you bitch.” Trey lodges a wad of spit at the man's shoes, “I don't have any respect for you, if anything happens to my sister I will make sure you watch your son die slowly.”

They left, leaving the two Drago men together. 

“This is all your fault the least you can do is not act like she isn't in danger.” Viktor started to walk away. 

“Where are you going, get back to training.” 

Viktor spit at his feet, adding to the pile already there.

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Cyra was sitting next to the door, listening as she could faintly hear the phone conversation between Andriy and Viktor. She longed to hear his voice in person. She moved away when she heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Kazi was thankfully sleeping, they let him out this morning to play. 

“Come.” came a rough voice. 

Cyra got up and followed the men to the kitchen, on the table was her phone, the call still in progress. 

“Talk.” Andryi said. 

“Hey babe.” she said. 

“You and Kazi okay?”

“Yes. How are you vik?”

“Fine. They are going to let you call your brothers, they came looking for you today, I told them you left me, that I cheated, I need you to tell them the same thing.”

“Ok babe. I love you.”

“I love you too Cyra, tell Kazi tata miss and love him.”

The call ended. 

“Now, you are going to tell your brothers exactly what I tell you, I don't think I need to make any threats, you already know what will happen.”

They called Trey first, he picked up on the second ring. 

“Cyra?”

“Hey Trey.” she tried to make her voice light and airy, Trey could pick up on anything. 

“Don't hey Trey me, what the hell is going on. Vik says you left him because he cheated, but you don't call or answer your phone for 5 days. I go by the house and Ivan is there, what in the hell is going on?”

“Sounds about right, he was fucking some girl, I found out, I took Kazi and left, I didnt know what to do. I felt like shit.”

“Nah man this shit aint adding up. Why would you feel like shit because he fucked up, why would you think you couldn't call me or Malik? Where is Kazi? I don't even hear him.”

“He is sleeping.”

“At 2:30? “

“Yes Trey Damm, I don't need the 3rd degree from you shit I got enough going on.”

‘Let me speak to Kazi.”

“He is sleeping Trey, I just said that.”

“I dont give a fuck Cy, something aint right, this shit dont sit well with me and I am starting to get agitated. I will out ya husband so fucking quick so dont play with me.”

Cyra looked around the room, it was clear Andriy didn't like being told what to do, he didn't like that Trey was running shit, but he nodded his head. 

“Damm give me a moment.'' The phone was put on mute, she could hear Trey talking to himself about how something just wasn't right, how Viktor barely looked at other women, so how did he cheat. 

They took her into the room, she gently woke Kazi.

“Uncle Trey wants to talk to you, Kazi please don't say anything about the bad people.” Cyra cringed at calling them bad people with them in the room.

She unmute the phone, “Kazi Uncle Trey wants to talk to you.”

“What up big man?”

“Hi uncle trey.” he sounded sleepy. 

“Where are you at bud, we need to hangout.”

“I’m with Mama.”

“How was school?”

“Fine.” Cyra was coaching him to lie and she hated it. 

“When is your next soccer match man, I need to come cheer you on.”

“I dont know.”

“Let me know okay bud, you have dinner?”

This was a trick question, it was barely 3pm.

“No, I had nuggets for lunch.”

“What is mama cooking for dinner?”

“I don't know, she doesn't cook.”

Fuck Cyra thought, taking the phone.

“Are you done Trey, I gotta go.”

“Aight Imma let you go but I need to hear from you tomorrow or in a day or so. Stop ghosting me, and Imma beat Viktor big ass just because.”

“Bye Trey.” she quickly hung up, handing them the phone. 

“Come.” she was yanked off the bed and Kazi started crying. 

Back in the kitchen she was made to sit. 

“Now we have a problem, everything was fine. Why didn't you tell us you had brothers?”

“I just assumed you did your homework, plus you never asked.”

A hand was slapped on the table, making her jump. 

“This isnt a game, if they fuck up what we have going I will not hesitate to kill you and your son and be back on the next play to the Ukraine.” 

They pushed Cyra back into the room with her son, she found Kazi curled up on the side of the bed on the floor crying. They were all from Ukraine, did they know Viktor from before.

#Viktor Drago #viktor drago x cyra #viktor drago x black woman #smuttywriter #smutty writer #black writers #florian muneanu

[jadeile-writes]

Fanfic Progress Update 49

Gooood Saturday, folks! Today is the day for the Fanfic Progress Update! Stay tuned to the end of this post for a spoiler-y glimpse into the next chapter of Adventure Gone Mini AND the next chapter of Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife.

Current WIPs:

Adventure gone Mini

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild / The Minish Cap

Summary: Sidon is given his very own Sheikah Slate, the first replica Purah has managed to make, and sets out to travel with Link with the intention of registering warp points for convenient travel in the future. However, when a malfunction shrinks them down to the size of bugs, and they meet little people called the Minish, they have to change their plans from “fun adventuring” to “getting out of this mess”. Not that those two have to exclude one another. Link/Sidon.

Progress: Chapter 34 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 29th of January. Chapter 35 is halfway done and the scheduled posting date is 19th of February.

I update this fic every three weeks on Wednesdays.

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Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: Husk is just your everyday demon, minding his own business and living his afterlife mostly in self-caused misery. He’s been at it for about ten years when he rather abruptly finds himself on the Radio Demon’s radar. Suddenly his life becomes a lot more interesting. For fuck’s sake, he did not ask for this bullshit. Alastor/Husk.

Progress: Chapter 13 is the current latest chapter, and was published on 31st of January. Chapter 14 will be published on 4th of February, and chapter 15 on 7th of February. The final chapter count is 16.

I update this fic every Tuesday and Friday!

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Fine, be a part of my afterlife, jackass!

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: This is not a stand-alone story! This is a compilation of additional “filler” chapters that go between the chapters of “Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife”, starting from chapter 7. Read the main story up to that point or further before bothering with this one.

Every chapter of Afterlife is vital to the story: they bring the plot forward, each introduces a new development, each has a reason for being included. The chapters in this, however, are the ideas that couldn’t fit in Afterlife, because they don’t bring the story forward. So, additional fun Husk and Alastor content for this universe, because I feel like it!

Progress: Chapter 7 (ch.15½) is done. This fic is looking to be 8 chapters long at this time, but could still change for the better or worse.

There will be no sneak-peeks with this one. You’ll have to walk in blind each time ;)

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Experiment in Romance (previously known as Drunk Alastor)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary (temporary): Roles are reversed in many ways when a drunk Alastor knocks on Husk’s door and has no intention of going to his own room for the night. And it only gets weirder from there, leaving Husk with a most unexpected arrangement with the Radio Demon. Either it’ll be the best decision in his afterlife, or he’s simply out to break his own damn heart. Alastor/Husk.

Progress: Chapters 1 and 2 are done. Chapter 3 has been started. The plan is to start posting this once Afterlife is done with, assuming that I have this mostly written by then. No progress since the last time, as I’ve been busy with Fine, Jackass!

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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to someday:

PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)

DC Drabbles (Justice League)

Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)

Rolling with it (Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)

Possibly worth staying for (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)

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That’s it for the WIPs! Here are the promised sneak-peeks into Mini and Afterlife. (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fics themselves due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!

Mini

"-and then you showed up, and I was unable to tell you what was going on. You know the rest", Sidon finished translating Link's words to the guards.

The guard Link had ran into had apologized profoundly for his inability to understand Link, and seemed to still think it was his fault the Vaatian got away. Link felt sorry for him, but there was little he could do to help. At least the other one still had her head in the game, and was taking notes.

Afterlife

Having off days helped for a couple of months. Husk worked five days a week and then took two days off to unwind, like a regular working person would. He left in the morning-ish on his first off day – too lazy to leave the hotel the previous night – dropped by home to do whatever, hit the casino in the evening, drank away the night, found his way home, was hung over the next morning, hit the casino again, then the pub again, and returned to the hotel late the next morning with a hangover. Rinse and repeat every week. It was liberating at first. Having something to sorta look forward to at the end of each week helped him endure the work week. Having two days where he didn’t have to communicate with his co-workers or the random people at his bar helped him relax. Having two days where he didn’t have to see Alastor… helped. Maybe. Somehow. Then it became a routine, just like his days in the hotel. It was better, but… But it was still missing the chaos factor of his surprise outings with Alastor. It felt like he was back to his old afterlife; those ten boring years before he met Alastor. Except he had a day job now, which reminded him of his old life, back when he was alive. He hated being reminded of that. He was fifty years dead and better off for it.

Except he wasn't better off. He was feeling more miserable by the day.

That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!

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#fanfic progress update

[vanilla-blessing]

qb anime of the year list 2018

Anime of the Year 2018 - the year of girls going to aquariums together

I’ve seen at least one person who claimed that 2018 was the best year for anime in recent memory and I’m inclined to agree. A large majority of my top ten list is shows that I would consider perfect and even shows that blew away what I thought was possible in the medium. It was a revolutionary year and makes a strong argument that anime wasn’t a mistake after all. - qb

#1

Hugtto! Precure blew away my expectations every week for close to a year. I don’t exactly know what to say about it here, since this isn’t the last time I’ll talk about it for sure. It doesn’t even end in 2018, but it was such a huge part of my 2018 in anime that it would be inaccurate to not include it. The only way I can think to explain Hugtto! Precure is to talk about the Netflix She-ra reboot. She-ra’s a pretty basic modern Dreamworks cartoon, with some interesting ideas thrown in and likable characters, but mostly held back by what they could realistically allot for production. Because of this limitation, She-ra goes hard on a single perfect episode (if you’ve seen it, you know which one) that stands out in a big way and shows the full potential of what they set out to make. Usually, Precure is lucky to get a handful of these stand-out episodes in a season, and most of the time just gets by, due to being an annual series that can never, ever take a break. Normally, the first few episodes of a Precure season can be counted on to be strong, but the realities of anime production being hella tough inevitably catch up.

Hugtto! Precure started with an incredible opening arc, then never let off the gas pedal. Nearly every episode of Hugtto is a stand-out, never-before-seen, innovative tour-de-force. The combination of production miracles that resulted in Hugtto has been talked about by me on this blog before, (http://vanilla-blessing.tumblr.com/post/176000267859/hana-is-getting-unstable-a-pink-precure) but the length of time that Hugtto stayed in the paint, going extremely hard every single week with few exceptions, was just absurd. Every season of Precure has one or two peaks, sometimes a good season gets lucky and has even more, the best seasons bat a solid average, but are still expected to be held back by reality. Coming out of the fifteenth season of Precure with a majority of the best episodes in the entire franchise isn’t something that I can wrap my head around, but it definitely happened, mostly in 2018. It’s simultaneously a love letter to the franchise’s past, present, and future made by the biggest Precure fans on the planet, and it’s unquestionably the best season. Hugtto threw what we all knew was true and had accepted about Precure clear out the window, retroactively made older seasons better, watered my crops, brought world peace, ect.

Oh yeah and boys can be cures now. 

#2

I’m definitely not done with Revue Starlight and this won’t be the last time I talk about it. Revue Starlight essentially carried the Summer 2018 anime season on its back. Starlight absolutely dominated my anime watching schedule; my week was seriously just waiting for and watching different translations and releases with every other show being almost incidental, far less important than waiting for the song lyrics to get translated for an episode I had seen three times already. I won’t get into everything here, since I’ve already talked about it on this blog after all (http://vanilla-blessing.tumblr.com/post/179023723689/subtext-is-for-cowards-revue-starlight), but I need to reiterate that it was such a commanding, unique, stylized experience and didn’t drop a single episode in its entire absurdly high-level production. The only reasonable explanation for this is devil magic, and hell, it was worth it. Revue Starlight is probably in my top 5 anime of all time and I wouldn’t get this list out if I said everything I wanted to say about it. It’s great. Watch it twenty times. 

#3

Pop Teen Epic, or Hoshiiro Girldrop, was the most wildcard that has ever been in seasonal anime, and could have been absolutely anything. What none of us predicted was just how much of anything this show would be, encompassing an unprecedented range of artists, voice acting talent, and whatever AC-bu are, each giving their very individual takes on a self-described shitpost comic strip, sometimes covering the exact same material two or three times, with no regard for any sort of cohesion or structure.

Nothing about this idea should have been funded, nothing in Pop Team Epic has any reason to work, and as a straight adaptation probably wouldn’t have worked. PTE spun gold from trash through the raw effort of artists doing their own thing, which captures the original spirit that made the formerly-cancelled comic popular in a way that’s much too intelligent for haters to understand. Also it got a dub, which is the most ridiculously bad idea i’ve heard in my life, and it owns that it happened.

#4

Spider-man into the Spider-verse is legit the best comic book movie ever made. It’s a fun, expressive twist on the most tired superhero origin story of all time, and showcases some of the most sssssssssstyle and raw, real emotion I’ve ever seen in animation. Its particular selection of influences is brilliant and poignant, rising far above the simple fanservice you’ve come to expect from Spider-man. The unrelenting individualistic spirit of this movie will stick with you the longest in the soundtrack, bravely incorporating a side of pop music that you don’t usually get to see in big-budget productions, pulling soundcloud rappers out of their grody (i’m told) dens into the spotlight with equal importance alongside the heroic score. Spider-verse is all about establishing your own unique flavor, and it manages to overwrite every other entry in this cursed franchise with its bold taste.

#5

It doesn’t make sense to me how amazing Aggretsuko’s dub is. The impeccable timing of each line, the perfect integration with the comedy, and the optimal length of the episodes are all far beyond what I expected from a Netflix show. It not only converted the original series of shorts that I already had on my top 10 the first year into a godlike longer series I didn’t know I wanted, but went to the effort to bring real metal singers in for the karaoke. Honestly just repeat everything I said in my 2016 list and multiply it by five. I hope they make more. They’re making more.

#6

I was pretty slow to pick up anime in the Winter 2018 season, but I never missed Hakumei and Mikochi, maybe because it was like, the only simulcast on my favorite online anime streaming subscription service HiDiVE. The subs weren’t great, and it certainly wasn’t all that popular, but it was just the relaxing show I needed. Hakumei and Mikochi brought me back to my favorite non-racist parts of the Redwall series of books: friendly animals, delicious foods, alcohol, and rustic songs. I was ready to put it on my list for simply being a cute healing foodie anime, but to my surprise, it had much more in store within its tiny world: stark confrontations with mortality, a shy riverside necromancer, the inexplicable remake of The Raid: Redemption in miniature, fashion trends, frogs, carpenter weasels, carpenter skeletons, ghost celebrations, a country beetle with lofty dreams. The list of memorable people, places, and things contained in the gnomish roommates’ tiny world goes on and on.

Masaomi Ando’s directing went completely along with the storybook aesthetic, maybe even to an overall detriment, which is exactly the kind of reckless commitment to style I love to see. The distinctive paneling, constantly gorgeous backgrounds, and deliberate pacing perfectly captured the imaginative stories I loved to read as a kid, but with more alcohol, and more sophisticated themes under the surface. Even something anime rarely get right, endings, were perfectly capstoned every week with a short digest that explored more of the history, legends, and very personal lore of their small, unique world. At its core, Hakumei and Mikochi is the calming story of tiny roommates you think it is, but it’s also so much more. They have day jobs and get drunk and remodel their house after it explodes that one time. They gamble dangerously to escape a blizzard, help a photographer give herself a little credit, and rescue their neighbor from a fancy grave of her own making. By the end of the show Hakumei practically built half a town. The collective stories from their everyday adventures build into something tremendous, and it all wraps up on the most perfect ending sequence I could have hoped for, which calls back to every story thus far as a new verse of the show’s central duet is sung. In any reasonable AnimeOTY Hakumei and Mikochi would be my top anime of 2018, but this year, the competition was unreasonable. This show will just have to settle for being the best regular anime of the year.

#7

Bloom Into You is an incredible adaptation of an apparently yuri romance manga that raises the bar for anime adaptations in general. I don’t know when, but somewhere along the line I stopped expecting that serious capital R Romance anime would have a distinctive style, and gave up to the notion that there was no demand anymore and a stylized, seinen/josei romance would just never get made. Well that was 2016 and then Scum’s Wish happened which this blog has covered extensively.(http://vanilla-blessing.tumblr.com/post/168842023559/how-lerche-adapted-an-average-trashy-romcom-into, http://vanilla-blessing.tumblr.com/post/168789506264/scums-wish-and-our-messy-uncomfortable) To me Bloom Into You feels similar in concept, as a difficult romantic situation with no easy answers or completely happy people. The main perspective character, Yuu, is among my favorite romantic leads in any series; she doesn’t get romantic feelings, although she wants to, and despite being easily motivated, is kind of dispassionate. Her relationship that she was pushed into with Touko might as well be out of mutual convenience, since Touko doesn’t want to fall in love with someone who would love her back, and Yuu doesn’t think she can.

Yuu filters the developments of the series as they grow closer through a very different perspective compared to more emotional leads of usual romance stories, methodically breaking down and considering where she’s at, observing where others are at, before taking an action that makes sense to her. Her growth through the series takes a very different direction than the common dramatic formula; instead of running headfirst into misunderstandings to overcome romantic challenges, she’s compelled to take a step back and position herself in a way that allows her to understand and confront her girlfriend’s issues. The changes that she experiences herself during this process are extremely gradual, but are no less significant to her. Although the dramatic weight of the series is obviously all about Touko, the central thesis of Bloom Into You is to explore Yuu’s complex feelings, and ask to what degree our actions are dictated by our emotions. It’s a heavy topic to be sure, but what makes this anime adaptation special in particular is how the directing and production pull it off, to maybe an even stronger degree than the original material.

Bloom Into You’s most striking and noticeable feature is the incredible conservation of small movements that connect expressions naturally. Minute changes in characters’ faces are vital to observe the almost imperceptible changes in Yuu over the course of the series, and every aspect of the direction is in service of highlighting these subtle moments. In addition, repeated cinematic themes are reinforced over the show’s run, such as the use of light to impart a blinding realization, flower language to inform deeper personalities, even using a literal (not literal) cinema. Symbols such as trains, masks, and mirrors are used constantly and consistently to reinforce the show’s themes, which should be immediately obvious from the opening animation. I’m still kind of stunned that Bloom Into You’s ending theme is such a banger and managed to use an oscillating sine curve in a metaphorical way. These details might be lost without the brilliant layouts, intentionally resembling a stage, which always push the minute differences front and center. As an anime adaptation, Bloom Into You adds so much value in such a subdued, conservative way that it puts uninspired adaptations to shame.

#8 

Thunderbolt Fantasy 2 rounded out the year with a good old new-fashioned Japanese-speaking Chinese-Wuxia Taiwanese puppet show. The novelty of this wild series, like, existing at all, is still incredible to me, but I was really wowed by the new characters and the direction the series went in after the already high standards of the first season. Following the outrageous action and fights of the previous season, I did not expect that season 2’s introductory goon would 1. Live past the first episode 2. So quickly become my favorite swordfighter and 3. Have inarguably the most complete character arc of the entire show thus far. The Princess of Cruelty’s struggle against her inner and outer demons in a unreasonably stacked, desperate situation developed her into easily the most compelling character of the season, and the rest of the cast including a corrupt police officer with extremely disconcerting and bad puppet teeth, a ventriloquist rock-lutist, and a nihilist monk each bring their own unique flavors to the table. The table that they throw the puppets in the air from to make the show. All of the new elements of Thunderbolt Fantasy 2 improved an already strong formula even more, and revealed an emotional depth to the series that I’m excited to see developed further. Some people might not call this anime, but those people haven’t seen Thunderbolt Fantasy for longer than 2 seconds. It’s so anime.

#9

I blasted all available seasons of Star vs the Forces of Evil early in 2018, and it was basically my first foray into straight-up American cartoon magical girl, despite watching all the Japanese ones, which was probably an oversight on my part. That’s because Star Versus is really good, and provided a flavor of magical girl I had been missing out on. I could talk about the excellent sparkle witch aesthetic of the show, fluid animation, and hilarious comedy, but I’d rather spend this blogspace posting Star Butterfly faces. 

#10

A Place Further Than the Universe, or YoriMoi, or my preferred moniker That Antartica Anime, wasn’t on my radar until well after it had finished airing, but it stuck with me for most of the year. Although it’s definitely melodramatic at times, it utilizes this tendency in exactly the right way to enhance the individual characters’ emotional arcs. Even though I was personally sort of taken out of it for many of the girls’ personal trials, :penguin emoji: is obviously thoughtfully written and carefully constructed, and especially knows how to orchestrate an immense emotional reaction with pitch-perfect timing. If there’s one particular aspect this anime has absolute mastery over, it’s hitting that perfect note and cue to create a memorable narrative climax. And for all my bellyaching about not fully relating to some of the characters, Miyake is definitively the #1 qb-relatable character of the year.

Here’s the rest of my list. Don’t @ me about it because if its not on my top ten then it doesnt really count anymore i dont make the rules thats just how it is

11. Yuru Camp

12. Hisone and Masotan

13. Asagao to Kase-san

14. Devilman Crybaby

15. After the Rain

16. Planet With

- friend of the show @queuebae on twitter 

That’s why the 2018 anime of the year award goes to Kaiju Girls 2.

#top ten anime 2018 #top ten pop team epics #pop teen epic #pop team epic #hoshiiro girldrop #poppiteppikiu #popttippiku #bob team epic #bob epic team #PTE 2018 #Pop Team Epic Season 2

[loreta-cerela-writes]

Last night while I was at Kukuks, I had a talk with my best friend over the phone. She always makes sure to check on me every time I drink alone. Well, she’s the only person I converse with every time I drink alone and apparently she’s the only one I’m still talking to everyday since I deactivated my socials. I decided to keep my Instagram for her.

I kinda hate the fact that we are miles away. I know things would be a little less shitty if she’s here. 

Last night, she gave me a savage-wake-up-call kind of conversation. Haha! She said that I need to be brutally honest with myself and that I need to stop pretending something that I am not. 

I’ve heard that twice in a row in the past weeks. Haha!

My best friend has been with me since first grade and we kinda know everything that’s going on with each other’s life. She was there during my darkest time 2 years ago. She saw how I struggle, how I progress and everything in between. 

She told me that it pains her seeing me change and stop believing in things I used to value so much. She understood the changes but she asked me, are the changes good? Is it making you feel better?

I know I am the hopeless romantic kind of person. I am a sucker for hand-written letters, sweet little gestures and efforts, tight hugs, holding of hands, forehead kisses. I used to risk knowing it's worthwhile. The kid in me used to have so much faith in romance.

I teared up remembering the last guy I hung out with at Kukuks. I remember how I genuinely enjoyed his company. I remember thinking to myself it’s been a while since I’ve felt being myself, dropping all pretense and being in the moment with someone. I remember how I like staring at his eyes, how cute his smile is and god, those dimples. I was genuinely admiring this person. And blatantly, I remember for a split second that night, I was thinking how worthwhile it would be to be with this person for always. 

I kinda slapped my mind after thinking that because it was the first time we hung out and most probably, I was the only one feeling the connection. Maybe he didn’t. 

And I hated myself for ruining it. I knew I wanted to keep his company. I knew I wanted to know him. But my mind kept telling me that maybe he doesn’t. Maybe that’s the only night I’ll be with this person. Maybe that’s just it. And I shouldn’t hope for anything. 

And I initiated something. 

That was the pain. That was the change my best friend is telling me. I tend to rob myself from hoping that something good might come about and I always think that I don’t deserve even the chance to experience and feel something real and good again.

I realized that if I’ll be brutally honest with myself, I hate not caring. I hate suppressing my emotions. I hate holding myself back from being vulnerable to someone. I hate thinking that maybe romance isn’t for me. 

If I’ll be brutally honest, I know I am still the kid inside me. I want to genuinely love someone and be loved back. I want to trust and have faith in love. I want to spend this lifetime caring, learning, achieving dreams and growing old with someone. 

K, I know you’ll never gonna read this bec of course you don’t know I have a tumblr na and I’m too shy to reach out to you now but I’m really sorry. I wasn’t fair. I really wish I didn’t ruin things. You were so good to me but gipangunahan ra nako ang tanan. It wasn’t fair. You are a catch. You are for keeps. Lucky is the person you’ll love. 

I still think of you a lot. Most times I caught myself thinking of different ways na I could have done to not ruin things. At times I wish na you’ve met the better version of me. I wish it didn’t end. I wish I got to know you better. I wish I got to fix things or did not ruin it in the first place. You really did leave a mark even in a short span of time. 

I’ll try my best not to reach out now. I miss you. 

And self, let’s start being honest with our self now. Let’s not allow the pain and traumas to control us. And please remember these lines you wrote 4 years ago for your future self:

And I want to remind you how painful it is, how hard it is to end something so ravishing, however, no matter how excruciating the pain is, I also want to remind you how beautiful and wonderful it is to fall in love. The pain is as great as how it all begins.

You see, you can love a person in all imaginable ways you can but you also have to prepare yourself for all imaginable pain that comes along in loving others. So once you have already picked up the broken pieces, once you have already learned to love yourself fully again, don’t hold yourself back from falling and being in love. 

[themeltedheadaches]

ALL THE ASKS DO IT unless ur too busy #collegelife love u ❤❤❤❤

LOVE U BOO never too busy for u (also using this to procrastinate on my french composition so)

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

i eat my cereal………………….dry…………..

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

YES that’s literally my life now. i love it but also my nose was running today all the way to get coffee in downtown. i was in THREE LAYERS it is not even DECEMBER

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

answered! :)

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

if i’m going to be a bitch and just get plain coffee, i’m gonna get it black bc otherwise i’ll just have a white mocha or a cappuccino or something (the ppl at the campus coffeeshop know who i am. they know my order. “one sin-ful latte coming up!” thank u for fueling my Addition.) i take my tea with milk and sugar if it’s black tea ((earl gray)) or with honey if it’s green tea. if it’s white tea i’ll sometimes have it with sugar, and if it’s something like peppermint or lavender or chamomile i’ll just have it plain. IM A PICKY BITCH

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

i used to be! but now i like it. 

6: do you keep plants?

YES pls pray for them

7: do you name your plants?

answered! :)

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

poetry! i like to watercolor too, actually, though i left them at home :(

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

YES i miss my car bc that’s when i would have Prime Time to sing and hum to myself or along to whatever song i live for at the moment. (i’m into a musical rn and i can’t yell the lyrics out i’m so ANnoyed Always)

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

answered!

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

i have fucking countless at home……. at college there are quite a few too! as in: “hypothetically, vodka?,” “fuckinG,,,WHAT,” “[blow twice] [slurp sound] [tongue click] noice.,” “SHPEAKERSH OHN!,” “over there! like, over there? over there. over there?,” “just going to go kick some nutria,” and of course, the classic, “same, but jewish.” 

12: what’s your favorite planet?

URANUS actually tho it’s uranus. i had to do my planet project on it in the 4th grade and i gave my brother AND mother silent treatment for two days bc they laughed at its name. i’m very protective

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

i saw my favorite puppy on campus again today!! he’s grown so much!! also my poetry professor’s wife had a successful surgery! #GoMeredith 

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

SO MESSY………………….listen. @michelle i’ve seen ur room, and i would just accept that that is how we live now and it’s fine. it would also be aesthetic as fuck tho tbh. full of yarn and animal fur. and books. and junk food #RIFP

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

if saturn’s rings were a meter long, they would be 10000 times thinner than a razorblade! what the fuckkkkkkkkkkk

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?

UHHHHH fucking;;;;;;;;what how am i supposed to #represent my italian fmaily with this DISGUSTING question,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, jk i fuckig love risotto, just ur basic bitch peas and cheese risotto and i’ll cry. also?? gnocchi!! holy shiiiiiiiit. 

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

my hair has such good color i’d actually rather shave it all off than dye it :/

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

HHHHHHHH yesterday. LITERALLY yesterday. there was a french club meeting that served cheese and bread! so i took my Good Friend WIliam (who is not in french, unlike me), and we walk into the room, and i say “helLO!” bc that’s good manners, when you’re going to just get food and leave, and it’s dead silent. i get food and leave. william has told everyone in our entire hall twice.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

answered!

20: what’s your favorite eye color?

i’m so biased……….but……..brown………..

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

my brown leather one! it’s actually super fake leather and i got it from target!! but it’s cute and small and somehow fits everything i need to put in it, including 3 beers and my wallet and 2 phones last weekend. i’ve had for 4 years now 

22: are you a morning person?

yes! i like waking up early actually 

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

go on youtube and waste time, or walk around campus/downtown with friends, or shop!

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

yes

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

my cousin’s RV

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

my brown leather boots! wow there’s a trend here lmao. actually i’ve had two pairs of these bc my first was falling apart?? i used them first in a cosplay……in the 7th grade………..(i was matt from death note and to this day i’m STILL not fucking ashamed, i had the wig and goggles and everything.) i love them and wear them all the time, they’re so comfy and warm and stylish and i feel like a hacker badass everytime i wear them. still to this day.

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

bubblegum gives me hives i do Not enjoy it :(

28: sunrise or sunset?

sunset!

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

one of my friends down the hall will call things/ppl “cute as pie” completely genuinely!! i love her!!

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

oh yeah

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

i fucking love them thanks end of story. wearing them makes me feel cozy and put together and also atm my dorm floor is Disgusting. i sleep with them when it’s cold and my feet are dry! i have so many fun socks it’s great. i love them. socks are highly underrated.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

my friend and i were driving around evERYWHRE basically, we went from pasadena/san marino to like. hollywood all the way to beverly hills and back and it was wonderful, we stopped 3 times to chase stray cats, take shitty pictures, go to iHop, and almost died several times bc hE SNAPS AND DRIVES at NIGHT on LA FREEWAYS

33: what’s your fave pastry?

croissants, followed by scones, followed by coffeecake 

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

bunny the stuffed bunny! she’s pretty large, like as long as my torso! she’s white fabric with colored fluffy bits and very floppy, loose ears. she has green button eyes that i had my grandma sew on bc otherwise she actually scared me a bit when i was a kid, but i loved her anyway bc my great-grandmother sewed her for me in the first place. bunny still lives on my bed at home! 

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

YES! i ddon’t use them very often though bc i feel like i should save them for something. rip me

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

stromae hands down

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

clean….i’m so lazy tho

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

sudden loud noises, being startled, being touched physically when i don’t expect it, someone making assumptions about me, being dismissed, being told what i want or what i’m going to do, borrowing something of mine w/o telling me, being interrupted 

39: what color do you wear the most?

HONESTLY black bc i’m an emo bitch

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

one i’ve been wearing a lot is the fork ring i got from the portland saturday market! it’s literally the tines of a vintage fork separated from the part you hold, sanded down so it’s round, and looped into a ring shape. i fidget with it a lot and it reminds me of my mom and step-dad, bc i got it when i was with them. i wear it mostly everyday tbh

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

new american best friend by olivia gatwood in general, or thick as thieves by megan whalen turner when i re-read it out loud to my mom on the ride up to college

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

yeeeeeeS i have several! the bistro, which is on campus: it’s so comfortable, it has couches everywhere and board games and so many books and zines and the walls are half chalkboard so there’s always art or snark everywhere. the music is super eclectic (it was lorde yesterday, today when i went in it was old-school 90s rap), plus it’s student run so the coffee and pastries and food are SO GOOD. the archive, which is downtown, is really boujee as fuck but it’s SO COOL. it’s so fucking aesthetic, with brown leather stools and uncomfortable booths and vintage books and stuff everywhere. for half the day, it’s a coffeeshop, and after 7, it becomes a bar. then back home, of course, coffee bean and tea leaf is the classic

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

half my hall when we went star tripping at the start of the year!

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

honestly the last time it was genuine was probably around…….january? i was in so much emotional pain and grief, but i was surrounded by family who loved me and were in that same pain and were so happy i was with them to help and be there with them. i wasn’t serene per say, or at peace, but there was this equilibrium….

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

yes!

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

my RA told me this one this morning: did you hear about the explosion in the cheese factory in france this morning? de-brie everywhere! 

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

tomatoes 

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

spiders, YES

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

i do…………………….. it was the soundtrack to romeo et juliette (2010)

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?

everything; stickers, pressed flowers, rocks, receipts 

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

the easiest one is when i think of my roommate, davey the dog’s barking cover of “do the hustle”

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

ew

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

no, yes, no, no, it was okay

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

ME, BITCH

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

chugged an an entire pitcher of water to prove i could, three times

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

genuineness! vulnerability! eye contact! fidgeting!

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

made me feel PUMPED, and of course i did

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

i am both

59: what’s your favorite myth?

uHHHHHHHHHH i love the myth of beowulf actually bc i had to do a project on it once, i have a soft spot for it, i love all myths tho wtf

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

YES,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, recently some of my favorites are the entirety of a montage of a dream deferred by langston hughes, “totem sonnets” by sherman alexie, “on earth we’re briefly gorgeous” by ocean vuong, “one art” by elizabeth bishop

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

stupid gifts are nonexistent :/

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

noooo

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

yes lmao…….i kinda leave them be but i don’t like it if i let someone borrow them and they trash them uGH

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

Pitch Black

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

YES

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

morning glories, lavender, baby’s breath!

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

very good, thankfully, bc i am in oregon

68: what’s winter like where you live?

in LA, it’s cold and sweet and late and breathless and i adore it

69: what are your favorite board games?

jenga, clue, ??

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

NONONONONO

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?

peppermint for mornings, earl gray for evenings!

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

yes, sadly

73: what are some of your worst habits?

biting the skin around my fingers, bouncing my knees incessantly, procrastinating on my french compositions……

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

well there’s this amazing person who i met in freshman year german…….;)

75: tell us about your pets!

i WISH

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

yes :(

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

pink of course

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

i am the true hateclub: i don’t react. do not give them power. they Feed off of your Hatred

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

get me flowers, surprise me with chocolate, come up to me and compliment me on my writing, etc!!

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

at home my walls are a soft orangey-peach, which is picked bc i love it. here, my walls are very very white, which i did not pick, but am neutral towards.

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

circuit-board chips busted open

82: are/were you good in school?

ehhhhhhh

83: what’s some of your favorite album art?

MELODRAMA

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

yes! a minimalistic double-delight rose for my great-grandmother, “love ya!” in my grandpa’s handwriting, maybe a nutshell with a crown over it (for the “king of infinite space” bit in hamllet), possibly “soyez réaliste, demandez l’impossible!” (be realistic, demand the impossible!) from the french student revolution in the 60s

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

somewhat, def hawkeye or the young avengers bc i’m basic :/

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

the only one i’ve rlly ever listened to is fucking danger days, so i worship them obviously

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

i think ppl should make their own agendas :/ however, i have deeply loved secondhand lions, up, moonlight, the grand budapest hotel, and other basic bitch things

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

impressionism!! aaaaaaa!!! also just shove me in front of abstract art and i’ll fall for it!!! 

89: are you close to your parents?

so so so so close to my mom and step-dad, on okay terms with my dad

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

listen to me. I LOVE SEATTLE. art! fish market! weird side streets! mean street art! bitchy coffee!! neon everywhere!! a big fuckin needle in the sky!

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

ITALY THIS SUMMER IM SO EXCITED i’m gonna meet all my mom’s friends from her semester abroad that she’s kept, i’m gonna see what she saw when she was my age, i’m gonna see where my dad’s family is from maybe if we go south???, i’m gonna see all the places and things she used to tell me about to get me to dream big and want to see the world and experience what’s out there!! aaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

depends on the pasta

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

down bc i’m fucking lazy and also inept when it comes to doing things with hair

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

my friend across the hall from me, who is now 19 years of bitchiness!

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

stay in, study, maybe go to a kickback tho

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

lol i put them off until my computer ceases to function altogether 

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

zodiac obviously

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

fucking…….summer?? i did!

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

“feelings” by hayley kiyoko, “vacation town” by the front bottoms, “february” by beach bunny, “hard feelings/loveless” by lorde, “moon river” by henri mancini, “let me in” by flor, “a million miles away” by the plimsoles, “girls like me” by bonnie hayes, “love my way” by the psychedelic furs, the entire legend of zelda soundtrack, “place, je passe” from the mozart l’opera rock soundtrack, etc etc

#ask

[gashinamoon]

Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon week 6: Unintentional discovery

Words: 3083

Tags: Fluff, Humour, Domesticity, Slight Angst

Week 6 submission for the OHFAT hosted by @thebookjumper!

Read on AO3

Notes: This started out light and funny and ended up kind of deep in feels. But what’s new, right?I hope you enjoy this! Please let me know what you think!

This was not how Felicity had intended on her Friday night ending. She had planned to get home early, take a bubble bath, read a book with a glass of wine and then maybe actually get more than 5 hours of sleep for once. And up until 30 minutes ago, things had been going exactly to plan. She had not however, planned for this… intruder. Okay, so intruder was maybe too strong a word. It was a spider. Just a spider. But it was in her bedand it was looking at her. Or maybe that was just the wine talking. Either way, there was still a spider in her bed, looking at her or otherwise. It made her shudder to think about how close she’d been to not even noticing it, to actually climbing into bed and falling asleep next to it.

She’d lived alone for a lot of her life and she knew she should be used to this kind of thing. But this spider was huge. And did she mention that it was in her bed? Spiders in the shower she could deal with. Spiders in the sink she could deal with. Spiders on the floor she could also deal with. But spiders in her bed? Nope. No way. Totally not dealing with it.

She’d faced off with the spider for at least 30 minutes trying to assess the best way to deal with the situation (yes, it was officially a situation) that didn’t include sleeping on the couch or you know, moving out. But it didn’t matter how many times she reminded herself that she was a strong independent women who had literally faced up to Ra’s Al Ghul and Damien Dahrk, she could absolutely not get this spider out of her bed. And even if she did manage to get it out of her bed, could she really sleep in it afterwards? What if all its little spider friends decided to check out the scene whilst she was asleep? What if she woke up and there was one, or ten, on her face?

Nope, absolutely not dealing with this.

She was close to tears and/or packing a bag and booking into a hotel for the night when she remembered that she didn’t technically have to deal with this on her own anymore. This or any other situation that she didn’t really want to be in on her own. Because she and Oliver were - how had he put it? “Hypothetically dating” again. Which meant that she could call him and ask him to deal with this.

Deep down she was well aware that even if things between them hadn’t changed, she could have still called Oliver at anytime for anything and he would have come over straight away. But she hadn’t. She couldn’t let herself. Because letting him in once would have just made her brain and body forget why she was keeping her distance in the first place.

But she didn’t have to worry about that anymore. Because things between them were finally in a good place again. They were taking things slowly, but that was okay; it’s what they both wanted. Felicity wasn’t sure that calling Oliver over to her apartment at 2 in the morning fell into the category of taking things slowly, but what other option did she have? Besides, he was just coming over to deal with the spider situation and that was all.

It was.

She took out her phone and composed a text, praying that he hadn’t gone to bed yet.

Hey, are you up? There’s an… intruder in my apartment and I need you to help me get it out. The 8 legged kind.

F x

Barely 5 seconds later, her phone rang.

“Felicity?! Are you okay?!”

“Oh my gosh, Oliver, I’m fine! Can’t you understand a little humour in a text message?”

“What? Are you hurt? I read that there was an intruder in your apartment and I called you straight away. Where are you? Have you-”

“I’m fine. Didn’t you read the rest of the text?”

“Felicity. Would you have taken time to finish reading a text message if someone you cared about had told you they were in danger?”

He had a point. She probably wouldn’t. She would have just freaked out, which was exactly what he had done.

“You’re right. I’m sorry I made you panic. But honestly, I’m fine. Well, I’m not fine but physically I am and there isn’t really an intruder in my apartment. There’s just - this is going to sound really lame, okay? So I need you to promise not to laugh at me?”

“I’ll promise not to laugh at you when my heart rate has returned to normal,” Oliver replied, but she could hear him smiling.

“Okay, so you know how I hate bugs and stuff?”

“Yeah,”

“Well there’s one in my bed right now. With 8 legs. And we just spent the last half an hour staring at each other to see who would be the first to back down and since I’m here calling you right now, I lost. And like I said, I know this is lame and I’m a strong independent woman but it’s 2am and I’ve had a few glasses of wine and I just really am not capable of dealing with this right now so what I’m calling for is to ask you if you could come over and help me get rid of it, please? And then help me change my sheets and vacuum every corner of my bedroom just in case any of its little spider friends are lurking nearby? I know it’s super late but-

“I’ll be over in 5 minutes.”

Felicity smiled.

*

True to to his word, 5 minutes later, Oliver knocked on her door.

“Hey, I’m so sorry for calling you over just to deal with this. My feminist ego feels severely bruised right now so please don’t make this any worse for me. And by that I mean please don’t tell anyone about this. Especially Thea. Or Dinah. I literally couldn’t take the judgement from the two strongest women I know,” she babbled, letting him into the apartment.

Oliver laughed and dropped his jacket on the couch. For some reason, watching him do that made Felicity’s stomach flutter. It just looked so natural. Like he used to do it before. Like he’d been coming home and doing that everyday for years.

It had never mattered to either of them that there was a coat rack right there by the door because every night, they’d drop their jackets on the couch anyway and whoever woke up first the next morning would hang them up on the rack. It was just how it always worked out. Felicity used to measure how stressful her day had been by whether or not her coat made it onto the rack. If it did, that meant she was stressed out or wasn’t thinking straight.

Ever since Oliver had moved out, she’d always hung up her jacket on the rack.

Suddenly aware that Oliver was looking at her expectantly, as though he had asked a question that she hadn’t heard, she laughed awkwardly and wrapped her arms around herself. She had not expected this spider fiasco to make her feel like this.

“Sorry, did you say something?” She asked, trying to sound casual but not at all missing the way Oliver’s eyes started to worry.

“Yeah, I asked you how you want to go about this; vacuum or the old paper under a cup trick? But you look like you’re a million miles away. Are you alright?”

Felicity shrugged. “Yup.”

Oliver tilted his head, a questioning look on his face.

“Lets deal with the spider and then we’ll talk, okay? I can’t think about anything knowing that beast is waiting for me upstairs,” Felicity laughed awkwardly, pushing her emotions to the side for the time being. They would talk. That’s what they did now. They talked about things. About everything. But first… the spider really needed putting in its place.

Oliver smiled, and she could see on his face that he believed her. Her knew too that they’d talk about this later. She smiled back.

“So? Vacuum or paper under a cup?” Oliver asked, his face suddenly serious.

“I don’t care. As long as I don’t have to be anywhere near the thing, you can do what you like. And if you’re using the vacuum, you’re emptying it. Because emptying it scares me more than sucking it up. So um, yeah. Your choice,”

“How about we go and assess the situation first? I need to see how big this beast is before I decide which method to use to exterminate it,”

Felicity laughed and then blushed, realising for the first time that night that Oliver was going to be in their - in her - bedroom again. “Lead the way.”

*

It took them an hour to completely address the situation. In the end, Oliver went with the paper under a cup trick, declaring that the spider wasn’t even that big so the vacuum cleaner wouldn’t be needed. Felicity had pretended to be insulted for 15 minutes after that, sitting across the room with her arms crossed and making bratty remarks every now and then about how big he didn’t think the massively massive beast was. Especially when on his first attempt with the cup the spider started to crawl out and Oliver almost jumped out of his skin trying to get it firmly under the cup again. Felicity had a lot of fun after that reminding him how not big it was.

After he’d apologised for offending her, telling her that maybe it was a little bigger than he’d first assumed, he helped her change the sheets and then helped her check every corner of the bedroom in case there were any others lurking around. Thankfully, there weren’t. And thankfully, him helping her change the sheets didn’t cause as many feelings to crash into her chest as seeing his jacket on her couch had done. Although, there were definitely a few feelings all the same, even if she did manage to keep them under control for the most part. She didn’t miss how normal it felt when he opened the closet and took out some clean sheets without even having to be asked. Nor did she miss how nice it felt to have someone help her do such a boring task. As they worked, they talked about nonsensical things and teased each other about the night’s events and by the time the bedroom was back to normal, they were both in fits of laughter.

She had never expected eliminating a spider to be fun, but that’s exactly what this had turned out to be.

Suddenly realising that it was gone 3 in the morning and way past the time when she had planned to be asleep tonight, Felicity sat down on the edge of the bed, exhausted. A slightly awkward silence fell over them where neither really knew what to say.

Oliver cleared his throat. “I should probably get going.”

“Wait, don’t you want to talk? We said we were going to talk?” Felicity replied, sounding slightly more desperate than she’d expected. Now that Oliver was here, she just really didn’t want him to go. And any second now she knew the effects of the wine she’d drunk tonight would wear off and then she’d never get to tell him what was on her mind.

“You just look tired so I figured I’d just -”

“I’m not tired! Sit down. Let’s talk. Please,” she smiled, gesturing for Oliver to join her on the bed.

He hesitated, looking uncomfortable again, like all of a sudden he was aware that he hadn’t been in her bedroom in a long time before tonight. Felicity laughed.

“Oliver, sit down. It’s not like this is the first time you’ve ever been in my bed. This used to be our bed, remember?”

Chuckling, Oliver sat down on the opposite side of the bed. His side. “I remember.”

Felicity tried to smile at him but it got caught in the back of her throat once she started remembering all the times they’d shared this bed. She was the one who suggested they take things slowly this time but right then she was all for throwing caution to the wind and asking him to move back in with her. Because she missed this being their place, their room, their bed. She didn’t want it to be just hers anymore.

Finally, finally, finding her smile, Felicity looked up at Oliver. “So… this talk?”

“Yeah. I just - I wondered where you went earlier. Downstairs when I arrived. Because you really did look like you went somewhere else. And I still can’t figure out whether it was a good thing or not,”

His voice was soft, so soft, the voice he used when he was making himself completely vulnerable and opening up to her. Her heart fluttered in her chest.

“I just went… back. Seeing you drop your jacket on the couch like that - it just reminded me of before. Before… everything. It was like nothing had changed and we were who we used to be and I guess it just caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting to react so strongly to you doing something so small, that’s all. So it took me by surprise. And then I couldn’t stop thinking about it and… yeah. That was the look on my face you saw. That’s where I went.”

Oliver smiled as she spoke, his eyes so soft and warm. He listened so intently, he always did, and it gave her goosebumps.

“Maybe I’ll just keep my jacket on next time?” He teased, but the smile on his face was nothing but sincere.

“It’s not that,” Felicity said quickly, knowing that he was joking but not wanting him to. “I was just surprised at how normal it felt. How normal all of this feels. I didn’t expect it to be like this so soon after everything that happened. I don’t know what I expected but it just - it isn’t this.”

Oliver smiled again, meeting her eyes, and the expression on his face made every inch of her body feel warm. He hadn’t looked at her like this for a long time. Even towards the end of their relationship last time, there had been something hanging over him, wearing him down. Knowing now what it was, everything out in the open, seeing him smiling at her like this was almost too much. She looked away, afraid that if she kept looking at him, she’d say something stupid. Something she didn’t know whether she was ready to say again yet.

“I didn’t expect it to feel like this either. Or rather, I didn’t expect to be sitting here hearing you say these things. Nothing about the way I feel about you has changed and I’m sure you know that, but I didn’t expect you to talk to me like this, to look at me like this, for a long time yet,” Oliver said, still smiling, looking so relaxed and calm and happy there with her.

She smiled back. “What I said still stands. I still want to take things slowly this time. We went through… a lot. And I don’t want to pretend we didn’t. That’s not fair on either of us. But this is nice. This is good.” She paused, meeting his eyes again. “I’m happy, Oliver.”

She reached out her hand, offering it to him from their own sides of the bed and he took it so willingly, his smile only growing wider but also softer at the same time. She intertwined her fingers with his and then let their hands drop down onto the bed, still wrapped together. They both stared at their hands for a long time. Or maybe it was seconds. Felicity couldn’t tell. After awhile she grinned and said,

“I never thought I’d say this but I’m so glad that spider decided to creep into my bed tonight,”

Laughing, Oliver squeezed her hand. “So am I. That unintentional discovery made for a great evening.”

“It’s gone 3 in the morning, Oliver. We are so far past this evening that it’s practically tomorrow evening,”

“I guess I really should get going. I have to be at the office at 9am anyway,”

“Why didn’t you tell me that? I just assumed that since it was Saturday you’d have the day off tomorrow! I feel so bad for keeping you up now! I feel so bad for asking you to help me with something so stupid!”

“Felicity, how many times do I have to say this? If it’s you asking, I’ll do it. No matter what.”

Felicity softened at his words and found herself subconsciously stroking the back of his hand with her thumb.

“Do you want to stay?”

“Hmm?”

“Tonight. Do you want to stay? It’s just so late and by the time you get home it will be even later and I just wondered if you wanted to stay. You can sleep on the couch if you want. I just feel bad asking you to come all the way over here when you have to be up so early and the least I can do to thank you for tonight is make you a tea and let you stay over,”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.”

“Okay then. I’ll stay,”

“Okay. And I know I said you can sleep on the couch but you don’t have to. If you don’t want to. I mean, there’s plenty of room up here for both of us.”

She was babbling now, she knew she was, but she couldn’t help it. Oliver smiled.

“It’s probably best if I take the couch,”

Despite herself, she felt relieved at his words. She sighed. “You’re probably right.”

Chuckling softly to himself, Oliver squeezed her hand again once more before letting go and standing up. “I’ll just…” he gestured to the bathroom.

“Of course! Make yourself at home. There’s a bunch of brand new toothbrushes in the cabinet. Feel free to take a shower or whatever. I’ll go grab some blankets and make up the couch for you,” she smiled, heading for the door.

Before she could leave the room, Oliver said,

“Felicity?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. For tonight. For… everything.”

She smiled, her heart fluttering again.

“You’re welcome. Thank you too. For coming over and helping me deal with the intruder,”

“Anytime.”

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15 Things You May Not Know About ... HH's Melanie Elturk, CEO!

What can we tell you about Haute Hijab's Melanie Elturk that you don't already know? Our intrepid CEO is the heart and soul of this company and its commitment to Muslim communities. She looks at hijab as not just a piece of fabric on a woman's head, but as a choice to wear one's faith publicly with grace, style, confidence and strength.

Melanie's passions to empower and uplift Muslim women and communities are not only well known among HH customers and fans, but throughout Muslim circles in the U.S. and beyond. What we love about her in the office, though, is not just her fierce work ethic, but her incredible empathy, kindness and concern for all those around her.

We also love her loud personality and sense of humor! Did you know that in addition to being a fierce competitor in all games, she is also into scrapbooking? Or, that one of her favorite things about founding a Muslim-owned company is one of her husband Ahmed's favorite things too? (And we're not talking about having a prayer space, though they share that in common too!) Get to know Melanie as she answers 15 fun (and a few deep) questions in our ongoing summer (now fall) team-focused series – "15 Things You May Not Know About ... "

Melanie in New York City!

1. What is your favorite thing to do in your free time?

This would have been such a different answer five years ago, but since I get to do so many of the things I love in my position at Haute Hijab, I just like to relax – have a chill day out in the city with no particular plans, stopping to shop, eat and relax. Or, I have a chill day at home reorganizing my closet and putting outfits together or getting in quality time with my closest friends – nothing better than deep convos with those you love most!

2. What are your hobbies? What are your dream hobbies?

I wish I could get back to scrapbooking – I’m so behind! The last scrapbook I made was from our time in Chicago. That was ten years ago 😭!

3. What is something you hate doing?

WASTING TIME.

4. If you could eat something on an endless loop, what would it be?

Pad See Ew with chicken for SURE!

5. What feeds your soul/when are you at your happiest/best?

A feeling of accomplishment or that I’ve made a difference in someone’s life. Also, when the sun is shining down on me on a crisp autumn day as I look up at the colorful trees #FALLFORLIFE.

6. Who do you look up to the most and why? (living or dead)

Gosh, so many – how can I not say the Prophet Muhammad (saw)! His actions and deeds dictate my entire day. The resolve of Malcolm X, the compassion of Mother Teresa, the groundedness of Oprah, the tenacity of Sophia Amoruso, the wisdom of Maya Angelou, the integrity of Dave Chappelle, the courage of Rosa Parks, the intellect of Khadijah (RA), the confidence of Muhammad Ali and the playfulness of Will Ferrell.

Melanie and Ahmed back in the day!

7. If you could go back and change something in your life, what would it be?

Have you not seen the Butterfly Effect!? If I went back and changed something, I could end up a widowed cat lady with one good eye.

8. What is your biggest challenge in life?

Pleasing those I love most.

9. What is something about you that people would be surprised to know?

I was baptized! I have a God mother and everything. I was raised by a Catholic mother for the first part of my childhood, and I still remember going to church. I have to admit – I miss Christmas 🙈

10. What is that big dream thing you want to accomplish in life? Or if not one thing, a few things?

You’re looking at it! 😉Haute Hijab, in case that wasn’t clear, haha. Hamdulilah I’ve been so blessed to have checked off a lot of boxes on my list of personal goals. I’m absolutely living that big-dream-thing everyday 🙏🏼

11. For the Muslims at Haute Hijab – what is your favorite or not-so-favorite thing about working at a Muslim-owned company?

Favorite – HAVING A SHATAFA/LOTA IN THE BATHROOM. And, also having a dedicated place to pray that isn’t a makeshift area you have to rush and pray in before someone walks in and it gets awkward. Not-so-favorite – everyone knows when I’m on my period. 😂

12. What does a typical Friday night look like for you?

In a stupor on some street corner wondering what just happened the last five days.

Melanie with her mom and two brothers at her law school graduation.

13. What’s the strangest or most fun family tradition you have?

My family is brutal. It’s the reason I have such thick skin. Sometimes we just sit around and roast each other until someone cries, LOL!

14. Cat person or dog person (or some other kind of animal)?

Both! I love them equally for different reasons but NO PETS IN MY HOME THANK YOU NEXT.

15. If you were to create a slogan for your life, what would it be and why?

Keep it light, and keep it moving.

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[iimermaids-blog]

Thoughts....

There are so many days that I can wake up with no cares in the world. There are so many days that I can wake up and hate everything about myself. Not every day is the same but not everyday is different. There are many unseen struggles that go on in my life that no one will ever notice. Many people think that it's just all in my head and I'm just being dumb or that I'm overreacting. Well to them I'm just someone seeking attention, when in reality I'm not. I am almost 23 years old. I have a great job, wonderful parents, two amazing best friends & an amazing boyfriend. On the outside I look like someone who has their life together and has no worries at all. This however is not true. I am adopted. I have known my whole life. The reason I was given up was because my biological mother could not look at me everyday because I was essentially a mistake. My biological father had an affair and refused to claim me until he was forced. I have 2 half siblings on both my biological mother & fathers side. On my mothers side I have a younger sister, I have actually reached out to her and talked with her. She turns 21 this year. She has a younger brother whom I have had no contact with. I'm not sure if he even knows who I am. On my fathers side I have two older sisters I believe. Waking up everyday knowing that l was given up because I was a "mistake" is the hardest thing to deal with. I constantly question myself & everything around me. I always wonder "why me" or "what could have been". These aren't always bad questions but when they consume your life they are. I have always questioned if I would ever be good enough. I have always wondered if someone could ever love me and all of my "flaws". I have kept to myself about a lot of my struggles because I don't want people to "feel sorry for me" or judge me. I was bullied in high school. I always heard about this stuff but I never would have imagined it could happen at my tiny school or let alone happen to me. Well it did. I was made fun of for being skinny and having neither boobs or an ass. I was tortured it seemed like. Always told that if I were to ever have sex my partner would break me in half. I was always told I was "too skinny" and that I should "eat more". The people who did this to me all through high school were people I grew up with and even considered my friends. How could someone like that be so mean to someone they called a friend? Well I guess I wasn't a friend but just an easy target. My senior year of high school I had the option to move away and start somewhere new. At the time I didn't take the chance and I do regret it. Maybe things would have been different if I hadn't stayed my last year. But I chose to stay. I stuck it out and it was hard. I dealt with a lot of dramas and bullshit. There were girls who hated me for no reason and made it their life goal to fight with me daily. I dealt with losing my grandmother just before I started my senior year. I also dealt with a lot of heartbreak. Well when I graduated I left for college. I went to one university for two years. It was awful. Everyone kept telling me college were the greatest four years of your life! It'll be so much fun! Well my first year was horrible. All of the friends I had made left me because I didn't join a sorority. My roommate moved out and I never got a new one. I went home pretty much every weekend and my dad hated it. My second year was no better. I had begged my parents to let me come home or let me transfer to a new school. They refused. They told me to stick out one more year. Well I tried and that led to my life being threatened. One of my roommates my sophomore year out of nowhere told me that if I ever pissed her off she would put hands on me with no warning. That scared me. I told my RA and I was immediately moved to another dorm. The rest of the year sucked. My new roommates sucked except for 1. She was my twin and became my best friend. The other two were awful and they were older so that didn't help. Sophomore year ended and I moved to Orlando. This was a huge step forward, so I thought. At the time I was dating someone who I knew in high school. He was 3 years older though. He was a gentleman but his family was too much for me. I moved in with a friend from high school and that was a mistake. She drove me crazy. We only fought once thankfully. But everything about how she lived in the apartment would drive anyone crazy I think. I ended up meeting my best friend and soul mate on my first day at my new school in speech class. When I walked into class that day I never thought in a million years I would even make any friends. I was significantly older than some of my class mates since it was my 3rd year in college and their first maybe second. Now let me tell you about my best friend. Because she has changed my life for the better and I can't thank her enough. We met in speech class. Neither of us expecting to meet each other and form such a bond like we have. She is two years younger than me but so much wiser. She is literally my other half. She completes me. She understands me like no one else. I can tell her anything and she supports me. If I ask her for advice she gives it, if I ask her to not judge me she does it. I can always count on her to be there when I feel alone. Because of her I know I am not alone. Living in Orlando had some perks. I worked at universal for awhile. I had malls i could go to whenever I wanted. There was always something to do. Well my boyfriend ended up moving back home and not staying in Orlando. Well that fucked everything up. I rarely saw him except for when he would come up for tests or I would go home for break or long weekends. After a year of being up there I just wasn't happy anymore so I moved home. Well two weeks before I turned 21 the boyfriend decided to break up with me over text. I was very confused, hurt, upset & mad. But if you ask me today, I am grateful. I moved home. I finally felt happy again. I got a job and was doing great. I bought a new car and things looked good. But there always felt like something was missing. I felt alone still. Well when I went To Orlando for my birthday my best friend told me to download tinder, so I did. Tinder. Where do I even begin. At first it was a joke to me. I didn't care that much and thought it would be fun to just talk to some me people. Well I ended up matching with a lot of people I had gone to school with. They never paid me any attention in school but now on tinder they were all over me. Typical. My current boyfriend. We met my senior year his sophomore year of high school. We had talked and hooked up once in that time. It didn't go anywhere Though. Well we matched on tinder. We talked for a bit on there and then started texting. At first I was really hesitant because of the fact I had just gotten out of a relationship 2 months earlier. We hit it off and he was amazing. We started dating August 14, 2015. Almost two years later and we have a dog together and live together. Things are great. Well like any relationship there are always ups and downs. We had a few of those at the beginning because both of us had been hurt in the past and we both were scared. The last bump was back in October when he sexted another girl. The only reason I found out was because the girls brother saw it and then went to his best friend who happened to be like my little sister. They sent me all of the proof and she confronted him. I was away in Maine at the time. He called me and was crying and admitted to everything and said he was sorry and he'd never do it again. I forgave him and moved on. Every once in awhile we'll get into a dumb fight. He has temper issues and I hate confrontation. So it never ends well. I don't think he truly understands what I go through everyday and I know I don't understand him either. I am willing to try but he doesn't open up much. I try to open up but he has the tendency to say that "it's annoying" or "I don't care" I don't think he means it but I also don't think he really understands the effect it has. I love him to death and would love to spend the rest of my life with him. But he needs to start seeing things from my point of view and try to support me no matter what. I have body image issues. I have insecurities. I tend to get depressed easily. I hurt very easily. I struggle with these things everyday. All I have ever wanted is to be accepted and supported. I want to feel pretty and attractive, I want to think that my body is amazing. I want to let go of the never feeling good enough. I want to be happy. This is an On going battle and everyday I feel like I've taken 5 steps forward or gotten knocked back probably 8 steps. Not many people know what goes on in my head because they just wouldn't understand or won't take the time to. To anyone who goes through anything, feeling like you have someone on your side is always the best. If you feel alone Then you will struggle more than if you feel like you're not. There are many days that I feel very alone and it's awful but there are just as many if not more days that I feel like someone is right next to me helping me. I never want to feel alone because it doesn't mix well with me.

[blkgirlcafe]

Home PT. 4

Viktor Drago x Cyra (Black OFC)

Cyra (Ky-Ra) -Sun or throne

Kazimir (Kah-Zee-Meer) - Bringer or Announcer of peace

Viktor Drago is married to the love of his life, they have a 5 year old son. He is willing to do anything to keep them safe.

Warning: Kidnapping, abuse, mentions of child abuse

Flashback 2

Viktor watched her everyday, he hoped it did not come off creepy but she was different and so pretty. If Ivan caught his eye wondering he would smack  him back into focus. Ivan had given him a break, he was sitting on the floor, with his water, protein bar and fruit, watching her. She was on the treadmill, going a good pace. He couldn't help but look at her butt, it was so shapely, more than the other women from this area. 

She stopped running, using a towel to wipe her face. She cleaned the equipment, never once taking off her headphones. Viktor watched her mouth the songs, he wondered what she was listening to too. 

She began to walk his way, maybe she was leaving, she had only been here 30 minutes. In horror he realized she was walking towards him, she was smiling at him. He quickly swallowed the bite of food in his mouth, chasing it down with a big gulp of water. 

“You know if you are going to stare at me, you could come say hi.” she smiled. 

“I’m Sorry, I didn't mean to.” he mumbled, letting his head fall. 

“It's fine kinda, I’m Cyra, nice to meet you.” she held out her hand. 

Viktor scrambled to get up, drawing a giggle from her. He shook her hand, “Viktor, nice to meet you.” 

He said the name a few times in his head, not trusting himself to say it just yet. She licked her lips and he caught himself staring, looking away. 

“Povernutysya do roboty!”Ivan yelled at him. (Back to work!)

Cyra jumped and Viktor hated it, hated that she felt scared. Without a word he turned back to the punching bag.

Viktor picked Ivan up from the airport, he had not seen his father in over 7 years. When he left the Ukraine to be with Cyra. His dad told him he would regret it, that it was a mistake, that no one would love him like he did, and that he belonged in his country, fighting for it. 

But the love and acceptance he found with Cyra, with her family, the warmth, was a million times better than he could have dreamed of. He got up everyday happy, he felt whole, he truly smiled. 

“Have you talked to them?” Ivan asked.

“Today no, yesterday I did, just a little bit so I know they are still alive.”

“Then there is hope.”

“Why do you owe him 500k?” Viktor asked, turning into the driveway of his home. Part of him wished Cyra's car was  parked outside the garage like usual. He never understood why they had three garages and she always parked outside the door unless it was raining. When Viktor came home he would always put her car in the garage. 

“I made some bets, I didn't win.”

“So this is what you do now, you bet on fights?” Viktor was pissed off. 

“What else am I supposed to do, you left me.” Ivan shot back. 

Viktor got out, slamming the door behind him. Unbelievable, no matter what his dad would find a way to blame him. His mom left, somehow his fault, he lost a fight, his fault, he won a fight, not his fault. 

He put his phone on the kitchen charger, as obsessed Cyra was with phones, she had chargers all over the house. She wouldn't let his phone slip below 80% in fear of a missed call. His thoughts kept going back to his wife and child. 

“Nice place you got here. How much does it cost you?”

“None of your damn business, you can sleep in the guest bedroom, as soon as this is over you are on the first flight back home.”

“If I want to see my grandson?”

“You don't deserve to, you are the reason he is in this mess.”

“We will pay him and this will be over?” Ivan said. 

“We? You don't have a dime to your name and he doesn't want money.”

“Well what does he want?”

---

As far as Cyra could tell that they were here for 3 days. They were fed 3 meals a day, and they currently were on their 3rd dinner. Kazi seemed a little happy with his french fries and chicken nuggets. Their captors had bought kazi toys, she guess they got tired of his whining. 

They gave her nothing to occupy her time, it was driving her crazy. The door opened and the guy called Andriy mentioned for her to come here. Kazi stopped eating, sensing the shift in the room. 

“Mama be back baby.”

“Ok Mama.” he sat there, watching her leave. The door was closed and locked behind her. 

She was sitting on a couch, given her phone and told to facetime her husband, she did eagerly wanting to see his face, just to know everything was alright. He picked up quickly and Cyra smiled despite herself, she missed her husband. 

“Baby are you okay?” he blurted out and the phone was snatched from her hand. 

“She is fine, just finishing up dinner. I believe Kazi loves his dino nuggets. Is Ivan there?”

“Yes.” 

“Give the old man the phone.” 

Cyra watched with tears in her eyes, she wanted to see him so bad, to hear him say it was going to be okay. He was her rock, the only thing that made her feel better when shit was tough. 

“Ivan, nice to see you, especially since you've been ducking me and my men.”

“Wasn't ducking, just getting my affairs in order.”

“Did your son tell you what I want?”

“Yes, he will do it.”

“Of course he will, because you know two lives mean nothing to me.”

“Yes I know.”

“And I still want my money.” Andriy handed her the phone back, Ivan face way too close to the screen. 

“You have two minutes.”

Viktor came back into view, “Where is Kazi?”

“In the room babe, he's fine, we are fine.”

“Are you hurt, can I see him?” 

“I don't think that best baby, he has been crying for you since we left, he sees you. I wont get him calm again.”

A tear slid down her cheek, it was tearing her up to tell him no. She wanted nothing more than to have her boys back together. 

“Cyra I love you so much, I will do anything to get you two back here.”

“I know baby, I love you too.”

“Say bye.” Andriy said to her. 

Cyra teary eyed said goodbye. She was escorted back to her room, Kazi was laying on the bed crying. 

Cyra went to him, picking him up, trying to sooth him. 

“It's okay baby boy, mama wasn't far, right there, I would never leave you.”

----

Flashback 3

Their first date happened by accident. Cyra was running late to the gym, a study group ran super late, then she needed to do laundry before it closed. But she was determined to at least get her mile in. It was cold and dark by the time she got to the gym, lucky her it was open late. Not many people were left in the gym, a few stragglers like herself. She hopped on the treadmill and set a steady pace, being in a rush had Cyra had forgotten her headphones. 

She finished her mile and realized she was alone in the gym. She quickly grabbed her bag and hoody, heading towards the door. Waiting by the front desk was the giant Viktor. 

“Hey Vik.” She smiled at him.

He shyly looked away, mumbling a hi. She made it outside, throwing her hood over her head. 

“Hey, you walking home?” Viktor stopped her. 

“Yeah, I was going to get food first, want to come?” she smiled. Cyra watched the decisions play over his face, he didn't say much but his face did. 

“Sure if it means you aren't walking home alone in the cold and dark.”

“Well come on, my treat since you want to be a gentleman.” she bumped his arm with his shoulder, he didn't budge at all. 

They ended up at a local place not far from her shared apartment, the table was small, her and Vikor close together as the food was bought out. Cyra did most of the talking, Viktor listened and gave little input here and there, but he mostly was content with listening to her. 

“”Tell me something random about yourself?” she said, grabbing a potato pancake from his plate, he smiled at the action.

“I don't have anything, sorry.” he looked away. 

“Vik, if we are going to be friends you gotta stop saying sorry, don't be sorry for who you are.” she nudged his thigh. 

“Sor...I mean ok. I like silent films.”

“I can see that, you are like the strong but silent type, it fits you.”

Viktor felt like he was drowning, in a good way. She smelled great, her touch was soft, he was not used to these things. He was used to a smelly gym, with men with rough hands that threw hard shots. 

“I should get going, I do have class in the morning, and I am sore.”

“You are sore because your form is bad.”

She gasped and Viktor thought for a second she was upset for a second until a grin broke out on her face, “Wow, everyone can't be a pro like you, maybe show me one day the right way.” 

Cyra paid the check, which he felt bad about, he would get the next one he told himself. He walked her home, saying goodbye when they reached her apartment. He stood outside watching her go in, hoping she would be okay. 

He quickly made his way home, knowing that Ivan would be upset with him for being out too late, they got up at 4am to start training.

----

Cyra has been gone 5 days, his son gone 5 days, it was driving him crazy. Normally this close to a fight he tried to take it easy, doing light workouts, watching film, mentally preparing himself for battle. But this was different, he called his manager and had a press conference schedule for today. 

Viktor was doing this for his wife and child, he closed his eyes, he could see them. He could see Cyra and her soft smile,  the way she smiled at him. He could see Kazi and his unruly hair, bouncing all over the room, wanting to touch everything. His manager came back into the room, interrupting his daydream. 

“You sure you want to do this, this isn't like you, and you look like shit. Where is Cyra?”

“I have to do this, Cyra and kazi are with her family out of town.”

“She has always been by your side and now she goes out of town, not like her bro. We go on in 5 mintues. Want to tell me why your dad is here?”

“Support.”

“Bullshit Vik and you know it, something not right, there is something you aren't telling me. Did Cyra leave you?”

“What?! No!” he sighed. 

“Then what is it, because I swear on everything I love I have never seen you like this before.”

“Just drop it, Let them know I am ready.”

Viktor paced the room, he had ditched his normal gym attire for a dark blue suit, with a red tie. Cyra had picked it out for him, it was supposed to be for the press conference that happened 24 hours before the fight. 

The guy interviewing him wasted no time, jumping right in.

“Viktor Drago, to say I am surprised is an understatement, you usually are very quiet before a fight, why the sudden change?”

“I think I have proved myself enough that I can brag and be boastful, gone are the quiet days. Every person you guys have put before me, I have won against. Now it is time for me to talk my shit. I will beat Jaun lopez ass, just like I did everyone else before me.”

“This new Big Nasty, I love him. You are a champ and deserve to talk about your accomplishments.”

“I won lose this fight, I will prevail.” Viktor stood up, mimicking the ignorant stance he had seen other boxers take before walking off. He quickly made his way back to the room, locking the door behind him. He slid to the ground, hyperventilating. 

----

They let Cyra watch and she was sick the whole time, this was not like her husband. She couldn't believe that her son and herself were being held captive over a boxing match. It made her mad that these people thought her son's life was worth so little. They threw her back in the room afterwards, whenever they pulled her out Kazi always cried, she sat next to him, gently stroking his hair. 

“Mama, I heard Tata here?”

“No Sweetie I wish,he was on TV, the bad people made me watch.”

His tears flowed harder, this was the most seen ever song cry. Her Kazimir, her maker of peace, was always giggly and smiley, he always had a fun fact to share. He was a Daddy’s boy, preferring to hang on to Viktor's side when he could. His dad took him to the gym often with him, they spent countless hours together, without her. 

She knew being a father was so important to Viktor, he was intent on being the best dad he could be. His own spoiled relationship with his dad ensured he did everything different. He encouraged Kazi interest outside of sports, not pushing him like Ivan did to him. 

“Tata wouldn't leave us.” he cried. 

“I know baby and he didn't, he is looking for us, the bad people are keeping us hidden, like a game of hide and seek, tata will find us.”

“I don't like them.”

“Me either Kazi, they are so mean and stupid.”

“Mama bad word.”

“It's okay Kazi, in cases like this we can say bad words.” 

Her son perked up, he was never allowed to say bad words, words like stupid, ugly, were not allowed, he had to find others words to replace those.

“Can I say one mama.” he looked up at her teary eyed. 

“Yes baby, just one. But remember when we get home, no more.”

“I am going to save mine.”

Cyra smiled at this, just like her son to outsmart her. 

The door swung open, the woman telling them they could go to the bathroom. Kazi once again stood at the door while she used the restroom as if protecting her. 

“You go outside, but don't get loud or get any ideas.”

They were led out a backdoor, the yard fenced in, the sun was out and shining, Kazi ran to the fence and back to her happy to be outside. Cyra sat on the ground and let her son run circles around her. Eventually one of the guys joined them, kicking a soccer ball into the yard. Kazi perked up, still weary of the men. 

The ball was softly kicked to him, and he kicked it back. He looked at her uncertain of what to do. 

“It's okay baby.” 

She hoped that if he played enough he would sleep well tonight. He was having nightmares and not sleeping well. And once he woke up, there was no getting him back to sleep, he would ask her a million questions that she didn't have the answers for. 

#Viktor Drago #viktor drago x cyra #viktor drago x black woman #florian muneanu #smutty writer #black writers

[theworstbob]

yellin’ at songs, 3.11.2017

after a rather rough week on the hot 100, bob! doesn’t know what he’s fighting for or why he has to scream

27) "Tunnel Vision," by Kodak Black

There’s this song, if you’ll permit me a second to discuss something I like, by Frank Turner called “Recovery,” and it has one of my all-time favorite lyrics: “Broken people can get better if they really want to/At least, that’s what I have to tell myself if I am hoping to survive.” To tie this to Kodak Black, we must first go on another tangent: Casey Affleck took home an Oscar for his performance in Manchester by the Sea. Casey Affleck settled two sexual harassment lawsuits out of court. These two facts co-exist, and while I'm in the camp that thinks maybe we should not be giving our highest honors to horrible people, I am also in the camp that suggests that flawed people should still be allowed to find themselves and make great art. I supported Michael Vick in his comeback to the NFL; should I not do the same for Casey Affleck? Vick went to jail, Affleck settled with the victims. When do we forgive someone for their crimes? That isn’t a question with an answer. What I need to see, though, is some act of contrition, of a debt being paid to society on the part of the offender. There needs to be a sign, just a subtle little glimmer, that broken people can get better, if they really want to. I don’t get that here. I don’t even get a sense this dude’s aware he’s broken. When the second line of the first verse of your song is, "I can get any girl I want, any girl I want" -- hell, when the line "I need me a lil' baby who gon' listen" is repeated in the chorus -- I am disinclined to believe there is any contrition on the artist's end, and I, as a human being and not a court of law, am under no obligation to afford anyone the benefit of the doubt. I’m not listening to this dude again.

41) "How Would You Feel (Paean)," Ed Sheeran

The best thing I can say for this song is, a lot of people learned a new word because of its title! It's nice that our boy is committed to expanding vocabularies! But yeah, this is an Ed Sheeran Ballad, it sure is. Again, like Bruno Mars last week, cheesy Ed Sheeran is always a threat to appear at any given time, but unlike Bruno Mars, Ed Sheeran has yet to add a new dimension to his schmaltz. There is a valiant attempt at a Falsetto Moment, and I appreciate the gumption it took to go for it, but this is the sort of thing I was afraid of when I decided to undertake this silly project, the whole "Ed Sheeran is going to release the same ballad as he ever has" of it all. We’ve got at least two more down the pipeline, too, most likely. :/

44) "Love," by Lana del Rey

...Man, this is a rough week, innit? Might could be I'm just thrown off by the lack of breezy stoner jams on the occasion of the 3.11 chart. This one, though, this is... I'm trying to find the right word here, but the only one coming to mind is "boring," and there's not a lot of critical value in that word. But! I mean! There are thousands of songs about being young and in love, and none of them make that feeling sound as lifeless. I think I'm missing something. I never fucked with Lana del Rey because, before I started this chart, I didn't have to, and I never felt like I was missing much. Right now tho? I wish I’d been a little more into her. ‘Cuz like I’m kinda aware I think that Lana del Rey has some sort of persona thing going, and if that’s correct, understanding what that is is likely key to understanding what is supposed to work about this song. Right now I just kinda hear a version of Yeah Yeah Yeah’s “Maps” where everything is worse.

46) "Draco," by Future 49) "Mask Off," by Future 54) "Rent Money," by Future 91) "Super Trapper," by Future 99) "Zoom," by Future

Hey! I actually listened to the AAA release which litters the Hot 100 this week! That's a timesave, right there! Future is actually the most I've ever liked Future. With a lot of his other stuff, it kinda feels like he's going through the motions, bleakness here, despair there, trap beat, we did it, but here, I dunno, maybe it's the fact there hasn't been anything new from Future in a year, but there's a different energy on this album, I found myself enjoying it all the way through. I've actually been putting off HNDRXX simply because I want a little more time with Future, so I guess I lied in the last meandering sentence, I do know, it really is the fact there hasn't been a new Future release in a year. Still, I endorse Future. As far as these songs, I agree with the nation’s enjoyment of them. My favorite ("POA") is missing, which, enh, but "Draco" and "Rent Money" are clear highlights, and the other three are pleasant, and keep close these kind words for Future as we steel ourselves for three more Future albums before the solstice.

52) "Heavy," by Linkin Park ft./Kiiara

fucking christ I take no issues with the song on its own, the song's actually really good. I see this is a Julia Michaels joint! She is dope at this songwriting thing. I take issue with the fact that it's being delivered by Linkin Park. I just, I think that, it's hard t -- I keep imagining some 14-year-old, they're in their older brother's car, they're driving to a Shake Shack because that's what you do on a summer night, and this song comes on the radio, and it intrigues the 14-year-old. "Who is this?" they ask their brother. "Look at the fucking ticker, ya putz, this bit is clearly set in 2017. Use Shazam," the brother says, so the 14-year-old looks, and they see the name scroll across: Linkin Park. Intrigued, they go home and research Linkin Park, and they see Linkin Park has been around for over twenty years! "Incredible!" the 14-year-old says, elated to have discovered a band with such a deep back catalogue, and they're going to start with the first single: "One Step Closer." Do you understand what I'm getting at, here? Do you understand the dystopian future I am laying out before you? Our nation's #teens are in danger of discovering nu-metal. Say what you will about Ko[backwards R]n, but they have never stopped making the same shitty music they were making in 2001, and thus they are STAYING in 2001 where they BELONG, only to be visited by people already in their fanbase. The youngest living Ko[backwards R]n fan is 29, and that’s how we need it to stay. Linkin Park should be a whisper on the lips of those who have always believed. They shouldn't be chilling on Top 40 radio with Future and Selena Gomez. They should not be dueting with starlets, they should be inquiring as to Amy Lee’s availability. This is reckless endangerment of a nation’s youth. An actual living #teen may enjoy this song, and two months later they’ll have just discovered Staind and be watching the "It's Been a While" video while leaving the comment, "I was born in the wrong era," because they just heard the Hybrid Theory remix album and crAWLING WAS THEIR FAVORITE FIRST BETSY DEVOS NOW THIS HOW COULD WE LET DOWN OUR NATION'S YOUTH LIKE THIS FUCKING GODDAMNIT

56) "Something Just Like This," by The Chainsmokers ft./Coldplay

There is a tiny, faint drum fill I'm not 100% sure I didn't imagine at the 1:50 mark of this song. There was something of value in this song, which, given what this song is, I will gladly take. "I've been reading books of old/The legends and the myths" Classic literature! I'm glad Coldplay's taking time out of their busy schedule to broaden their horizons. "Achilles and his gold/Hercules and his gifts" Ah, and they're sitting down with some Greek mythology, too! How learned of Coldplay! The word "gold" doesn't appear on the Wikipedia page for Achilles, so I'm not sure what Coldplay is reading, but I'm glad they're reading it! "Spiderman's co Ah, yes, of course. Those classic tomes, the Spiderman comics! Nearly lost to time, they were, when the most recent reboot only made $750m at the box office! HOO BOY it says a lot about the week that was that this was probably only my fourth-least-favorite song. Always knew there'd be weeks like this.

Should I even do a Top 20 this week? There's only one new song. ...I'ma do a Top 20. It's routine. It's what we have, together. 20) "My Old Man," by Zac Brown Band (2.25) 19) "Castle on the Hill," by Ed Sheeran (1.28) 18) "Call Casting," by Migos (2.18) 17) "Running Back," by Wale ft./Lil Wayne (2.11) 16) "I'm Better," by Missy Elliott ft./Lamb (2.18) 15) "Way Down We Go," by Kaleo (1.14) 14) "Everyday," Ariana Grande ft./Future (3.4) 13) "Light," by Big Sean ft./Jeremih (2.25) 12) "Draco," by Future (3.11) 11) "Guys My Age," by Hey Violet (2.11) 10) "Good Drank," by 2 Chainz ft./Gucci Mane & Quavo (2.11) 9) "Yeah Boy," Kelsea Ballerini (3.4) 8) "It Ain't Me," Kygo x Selena Gomez (3.4) 7) "Now & Later," by Sage the Gemini (2.25) 6) "Shape of You," by Ed Sheeran (1.28) 5) "That's What I Like," by Bruno Mars (3.4) 4) "Despacito," by Luis Fonsi ft./Daddy Yankee (2.4) 3) "Issues," by Julia Michaels (2.11) 2) "iSpy," by KYLE ft./Lil Yachty (1.14) 1) "Run Up," by Major Lazer ft./PARTYNEXTDOOR & Nicki Minaj (2.18) swear to ra if my favorite song of my year with this project is a major lazer song that didn’t even spend multiple weeks on the chart i’ma throw a stool through my window. should i rerank? i feel i should rerank. “iSpy” is dope and “Issues” is dope and people have heard those songs. i -- ah fuck this wretched week.