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ironmandeficiency · 3 years

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I saw y'all discussing potential zodiac signs for Pascal's characters, what's your take on the major ones? I personally believe Marcus Pike is a cancer, Catfish's a pisces, Din's a virgo, Whiskey's an aries, Oberyn's either a leo or a libra, Ezra's a gemini or a sag, but I lean towards gemini. Javier's the poster child for Scorpio. Don't know about Maxwell Lord.

pedro character star signs

i’m so sorry it took so long, i was tweaking this so much bc i wanted to make sure i got it right! these are just what i think based on my astrology opinions, i hope you like it! 💕 i added their moon signs for flair bc i can. gonna tag a few friends i think may be interested, hope it’s not an inconvenience

max phillips: aries sun & moon. his ambition and charisma paired with the carefree attitude and optimism are an optimum fire sign duality and despite the fact i shouldn't, i love it so much. he has an inner child that he spoils with the riches of his conquests (good and bad) & gets emotional contentment when he succeeds in achieving his goals. knows what he wants & is quick to make those wants known. you never have to worry about where you stand with him because he will not hesitate to tell you.

javier peña: taurus sun with scorpio moon (the real guy is a taurus & i can see it but w heavy scorpio influence). he has his own structure and routine and will fight to the death to maintain it. very work oriented & does his best to rationalize his emotion-driven scorpio moon with his taurean logic, it's a tossup as to whether it works half the time. has a lot of emotional needs that aren't always met day to day & thats why he smokes and drinks and fucks. but don’t let anything make you doubt his love for you because the only thing stronger than his stubborn streak is his heart and its capacity to love you so damn much.

maxwell lord: libra sun with a sagittarius moon. the charisma? attractive and engaging af. oddly adept at chameleoning himself into whatever social group he's trying to vibe with. will draw eyes no matter what because so many people know him & if they don't already, they sure as hell want to. it takes him a while to learn to balance healthy relationships and his work life but when he does, you can visibly see how much healthier he is because of it. normally tends to his emotions in private but with help, he can start sharing a bit more. more optimistic than he sometimes should be but it could be worse

frankie morales: pisces sun with a cancer moon. his caring and sometimes cautious nature (with a twinge of homicidal tendencies) make him one that you don't just casually fuck with sexually or otherwise. catches feelings very easy & makes a lot of emotionally-driven decisions. these two water signs have a propensity towards codependence & defensiveness when hurt. is at his best when he feels loved and is supported by those he loves. emotions are always fluctuating and there’s some trouble with self-discipline (which is not the same as self-deprecation). because of this, he needs someone who can ground him

jack "whiskey" daniels: his swagger!! his charm!! his generosity!! the protectiveness over people he cares about!! this has the makings of a leo sun. this charismatic sun sign paired with his capricorn moon create a living example of the most balanced "work hard, play hard" you've ever seen. has a tendency to set high standards for himself and others & is a smidge more accepting when people fuck up, wanting to help them be better in the future. his emotions are often repressed in the name of responsibility but when he feels safe, he isn’t shy about them in the slightest. very confident in his skills & one of those that he’s the proudest of is his ability to cheer you up when you’re sad

din djarin: he is the most virgo virgo to ever virgo, a double whammy of it in both his sun & moon placements. very logical, disciplined, and tradition-oriented. knows how to bargain and budget, approaches problems with as little emotional attachment as he can (doesn't always work though), and is selfless af. needs something to keep him from being a worry wart bc otherwise he will spend every waking moment fretting over anything he can find. remarkably well-rounded & somehow the most emotionally stable

ezra: everything about this man radiates aquarius sun + gemini moon and you will never convinve me otherwise. he's just enough of an intellectual elitist (the big words and flowy shakespearian vocabulary) for it to border on unique and fun & annoying as fuck. every aquarian i've met has a quirk that sets them apart from everyone else & ezra's quirk (besides murder) is his vocabulary. it takes him a long time to learn to not talk over people on accident (sometimes he does on purpose just to be a bastard), but you can tell when he’s really trying to be conscious of it.

marcus moreno: now this man is what you call a pisces. a softie with a heart of gold that is constantly being underestimated, he has more power than most think. his silly and carefree nature detracts from the badassery he's capable of so it sometimes catches you off guard when he goes into Badass In Charge™️ mode but it’s there. his moon is also in pisces, which adds to his gentility and desire to be understood by his partner. this man just needs some love dammit, give it to him already!! his empathy makes him the Cool Dad™️ bc missy and literally any other kid get the vibe of “yeah this adult will actually listen to me and value my opinions”

dave: capricorn sun, aries moon. he thrives with people who can handle their own shit competency kink anyone? and doesn’t have patience with those who should know better. his standards are higher than a stoned giraffe, and is at his best in controlled environments. has a strong sense of self & a short list of people he would risk it all for. not as outwardly expressive but he does have a couple cues that you learn over time. also knows what he wants and is very meticulous in how he goes about getting it; there are very few places where he takes no for an answer. is a very good provider but don’t expect him to be mushy when you thank him for things he does for you.

oberyn martell: gemini sun & leo moon. he’s got more charisma than can fit in the ocean and sometimes it gets him into trouble. this man thrives on validation from loved ones. there is never a worry about not knowing what he’s feeling because oh boy is this man expressive. he’s a protector and a provider (and a gossip but don’t let him hear you say that). can and will cause a scene if there’s ample opportunity, he enjoys watching shit go down. will only interfere if it directly impacts him or someone he really cares about but otherwise will just pop the popcorn and pull up a seat. somehow has all the details of everything that ever happens but you learn to not question it.

pero tovar: scorpio sun (but specifically october scorpio) & aquarius moon. he’s highly rational when it comes to emotions but does have a temper. he’s observant af of his environment & the emotions of everyone around him, and chooses his actions carefully based on those. doesn’t confront his deeper emotions as often as he should bc it’s easier to default to Angy™️ and let the rest of the world come to their own assumptions. has no tolerance for lies and other bs, wants the truth and though it makes him seem power-hungry and manipulative, that’s not his intention. it’s just his way of looking for someone he can trust with the most intimate parts of him

marcus pike: this man? taurus sun, cancer moon. has a fear of abandonment that takes a while to quell but once it’s gone, he’s all in. he’s very empathetic and observant af, will know exactly what you need before you voice said need. will feel guilty for his baggage sometimes and the guilt will make him recluse for a short period until he’s reminded just how appreciated he is. does not play around when it comes to affection & is very eager to give and receive it whenever possible

my friends that i think might be interested: @scribbledghost @autumnleaves1991-blog @dyke--grayson @max--phillips @dindjarindiaries @pikemoreno @ohnopoe @pedropasscals @forever-rogue @engineeredfiction @bitchin-beskar

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thattimdrakeguy · 4 years

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THESE are the REASONS WHY people DON’T like TIMSTEPH, or even STEPHANIE in-general! Written because of the TOXICITY over the topic I’ve been seeing FAR too much of.

That isn’t even actually Robin she’s so willing to hurt. She just thinks it is because of how unreasonable she got she got over her own false accusation*

I REALLY just want to say this stuff. Not out of malice or hate for the character, because I think hating fictional characters is absurd, but just because so many people have been abusing others over the internet, and group bullying folks, even as well as toxic environments for everyone.

So I am saying this for CLARITY, and to hopefully chill thing out, so people can understand why people don’t like it in the first place.

When you try to think of reasons you may not like a ship, or at least note of why others may not like a ship. To simplify it, normally winds up being some form of it being unhealthy/toxic, or not very written.

To me I think that’s a really understandable thing. I don’t actively ship anything anymore, because that’s not me. I’m not even remotely a romantic kind of guy, or a sexual kind of guy. I find my love in friendships and family, and that’s who I give all my affection to, at least when I’m not being too shy to give them a hug or compliment.

So the way I look at this particular ship is pretty simple. I’ve had friends that love and admire TimSteph, and others that think it’s not very good.

And despite not being a romantic kind of guy, I have written ship fics, normally in the name of pleasing others, and to admit it, and be fully open and honest, I’ve written more TimSteph fics than anything else. I have no reason to be bias against TimSteph. Anything you could find involving TimKon, which is angry TimSteph folks archenemy going off the way they seem to keep acting, is me just being casual about it or pleasing friends. I’m not honestly a big shipper of it, I just casually enjoy it because of the sweet moments those characters have had. I’m pretty sure I actually enjoyed Steph being in the new Y.J. at first, until I reread Robin, and changed my opinion cause I made attention to it more.

So, to get to the point, as an essentially non-bias guy who’s well-known for anaylizing and reviewing comics as straight forward and logical as I can. It’s really obvious why people don’t like it.

It’s not well-written or healthy.

The reason, I’m making this post though. Is the adamancy of a lot of it’s toxic member having too loud of voices and attacking the concept that maybe Steph isn’t a healthy person to date, and the writing of the whole thing is poor.

This isn’t a piece that’s about how bad Steph is even if it focuses on it quite a bit, because I don’t think in the beginning she was a bad character. I’m just being critical of the writing. Characters doing bad things doesn’t equal bad characters so I don’t mind. But it’s all in the context of explaining why people don’t like it, and how really bad the writing could be involving even the premise of the relationship to begin with.

(Warnings of mentions of sexual harassment, sexual assault, emotional abuse, physical abuse, as well as a bunch of really bad writing, and a note that this post hasn’t been grammar checked, so their may be typos or grammar mistakes that I will fix in a bit.)

Who is Stephanie Brown as per her creator Chuck Dixon? Her origin is obvious to those that know her even a smidge well, as it’s that of being a child of a criminal dad and a drug addict mom, who wanted to take down her dad.

But who is she as a person?

She doesn’t like Batman.

And has a habit of being too overconfident and reckless for her own good. That sometimes ends up hurting herself or others, because she has no training and is too brash to really realize what she’s doing.

To the point Tim actually got shot to make sure she wouldn’t be killed under his watch.

As well as how she’s cynical.

And shows a habit of not fully caring about her lessons. As in, she seems to only begrudgingly listen to them. Steph shows more of a full lesson learned at the end of it for the second image there, but given her begrudging attitude in it initially, and her lesson about not murdering her dad being something she doesn’t seem enjoy listening to fully. It’s safe to say it’s still begrudgingly something she listens to.

And flirts with people who she knows are dating others, and doesn’t appreciate the flirting in the slightest.

And kissing people against their wills, when they clearly don’t like it, and are slightly intimidated it.

To me this all just represents a bias. I’m not trying to make this seem like Steph has no good qualities or is it a bad character, because again I don’t feel like doing a bad thing equals a bad character, I’m just showing things that directly show why the relationship makes no sense.

She’s a sexual harasser, maybe even a sexual assaulter, has gotten him hurt, puts him in worry all the time with her keeping on doing stuff she isn’t trained for, and even when she learns something good, doesn’t seem to care for having to learn it all that much.

And to be blunt, if she was a boy, she would be considered the largest idiotic, creep in the series. Not to say she’s actually an idiot, but that’s typically what people would call the actions she keeps having a habit of making.

Now the kissing against the will part, brings up when Tim did it, but the reason why people aren’t so hard on that, is because it wasn’t sexually ignited, you can literally see him show worry when Steph takes it as a sign of sexual/romantic attraction. As well as it just being the “Thank you kiss” trope. A very dated, very gross trope, but given the subconscious knowledge of the trope. People just don’t see a reason to care that much. It’s fiction, and it’s gross, but with a specific understanding of it, it’s not much people get worried about.

It’s not people being bias so much, as it’s being able to differentiate characters just being gross because that’s who they are as a person, and a writer just using a very gross trope.

As well as Steph on the other hand being clearly sexually motivated. Even the time she said it was to give back the favor with her own thank you kiss, she quickly makes it obvious that she’s just using that as a front given she pins Tim down to the ground as people are shooting at them with intent to take their life away while saying “Isn’t it romantic?”.

Looking at a bigger view of it, it’s not really the same thing from a writing perspective or character perspective even to me, both moments are really freaking gross, but I’ve seen people try to excuse it with just Steph having fun, or showing her affection. But she’s being a freaking creep because that’s who she is as a person. If her motivation for making a boy uncomfortable and tense, is because she wants to keeping flirting and kissing him against his wishes, she’s being a massive creep.

All these moments show Tim doesn’t exactly like Steph typically. He cares about her, especially her safety, and is protective when she’s around because he doesn’t want her hurt. She isn’t a trained vigilante, she’s a gymnastics artist with heavy hands that goes out to kick butt. She’s shown she can get hurt as well as others hurt. But overall, Tim doesn’t actually enjoy Steph’s presence.

He’s pretty blunt about it often enough.

(And the page also shows that Steph does learn lessons, she’s still underwhelmed, but I want people to know that Steph isn’t a complete bad person who does nothing wrong or learns nothing, even if earlier in the post I got a little messy on that point. Because in these types of critical posts, people will get very sensitive about their fav being seen in a negative light, and I completely understand, but by the nature of the posts it’s stuff I have to show for clarification on things that keep having cyber-bullying happen to real people, because folks just can’t be understanding or rational sometimes. But she obviously has a lot of traits of bad people. She isn’t evil, but as a person and personality, she isn’t all that good at the same time. It’s a nuance thing, because the black and white approach which things that aren’t that, are rapidly annoying the more I see them.)

Tim quite a bit becomes passive aggressive around Steph, trying to show he doesn’t like being around Steph like how most fourteen year old boys do.

And NONE OF THIS, makes her a bad character, or means this a badly written dynamic. So far it makes sense, it’s interesting to see it in action, and creates some tense or fun moments when it’s not gross. So I’d call it generally quality so far besides some romanticizing over bad moments like that painfully dated “Thank you Kiss without permission” trope, or Steph weirdly romanticizing and trying to flirt with Tim because he got himself shot since she was reckless enough to jump in so early.

So looking at it from a critical writing perspective, the relationship/dynamic’s worst parts is the romantization at such inappropriate moments.

There are too many things that show it’s not a romantic relationship beyond Steph forcing everything to be so sexually tense.

It’s an unhealthy toxic relationship.

With all signs point to it being a one sided romance, and that’s because it is.

None of this is bad either, it’s a good character dynamic that sticks out from the rest. Even if it’s a bit icky, I sort of enjoy how unique it was and how it stood out. When you saw Steph there, as long as she didn’t annoy the crap out of you, because I can see why she’d annoy the crap out of people, she doesn’t necessarily have a fully likable personality and her bad traits could easily turn people off of her in an instant depending on people’s tastes.

But personally in my opinion. I liked it. I liked Tim and Stephanie’s relationship, not because it was healthy but because it was interesting, till they done the same shtick a bit too much for me to care anymore. But that’s just me talking about my personal thoughts as I read Robin with a more critical eye.

Then they tried to make it something it’s not. By making it a contrived relationship, that simply doesn’t work.

Because then they start changing the entire point of the relationship to be romantic. When the idea was that it was a one sided romance. That was the intrigue depending on your view of it.

Tim was passive aggressive, and dismissive of her, while she sexually harassed him. Because she flirted with him so much with his clear unenjoyment of it, that it is just plain sexual harassment.

This isn’t a real romance. Too much shows an obvious contrary.

He cared about Steph, it was for her safety. He didn’t enjoy her constant flirting, he didn’t enjoy her forcing him into kissing. He didn’t even enjoy her presence sometimes. Or the things she said in-general.

So beginning to say otherwise, doesn’t do anything, but begin to make it quite badly written.

By most standards, badly written is when there’s no proper set-up for something that happens, a character does something out of character, something is really forced and doesn’t sit right, or things come out of nowhere. Things like that, rather character stuff, plot stuff, or relationship stuff, are considered bad writing.

So look at the history of Tim and Steph’s relationship across the Robin issues, besides Tim smiling in a few issues, which is stretching it to an insane extent. Them becoming romantic in this way, or Tim even becoming attracted to her this way, when what he says contradicts the past, is badly written, and unearned.

It’s horribly written.

It is not well-written.

You’d really have to force it or use your own logic that’s not even really there to defend it.

So why is it weird people doesn’t like it when you look at it as just a normal reader? Sure in the 90s people obviously liked it, but the 90s were a pretty different time. Sometimes they acted like sexual harassment was just how romance worked.

But today it’s really obvious how that’s a totally toxic mindset.

So their romance? It’s unhealthy, toxic, and badly written. It’s not very good from a relationship standpoint or a writing standpoint. I can’t comprehend how it’s weird people really really don’t like it.

Even after they date. Tim thinks and says somethings that still imply he’s not really sure if he’s just lying to himself about being interested in Steph or not. So what’s even romantic then?

He even states that he’s her friend over boyfriend, when he’s taking her to friggin’ birthing classes.

It’s not very romantic the grand majority of the time thus far in this relationship that has been written for years at this point.

So why do people even like it at all? They’re not nice to each other. Tim clearly wasn’t interested in her. The initial actual romance was really bad written.

I mean they have Tim talking about loving and caring so much about Ariana, and even show him making sure Ariana was safe and cared for when she become a bit unhinged in herself (and I don’t mean that in a disrespectful way, because we all have traumas in our lives that have left us unhinged because we just can't figure out what to do with ourselves and the emotions we feel because of how overwhelmed we get. It’s simply a thing that happens to a lot of us at some point. Me included.), and had Tim start to pursue a relationship with Steph within the next issue.

Making Tim practically speaking, want to cheat on Ari just because he couldn’t see her.

Tim ... who has been noted as hating the concept of cheating, and is so loyal to his morals that he’d let himself die before killing, cried when he genuinely Batman had killed someone, and was left traumatized after feeling so responsible for the death of someone, someone had killed someone he knew, but he still felt bad because of his morals.

So they also had him break character for this as well.

But again.

Why do people even like this relationship?

Because they just forced them to do some cute stuff, to make you hopefully change your mind on them, even though that isn’t going to make it well written, it’s fan service-y so obviously people might like it. But critically speaking, it’s still quite bad.

Even I thought they were pretty cute before I actually started to pay attention more when I read.

Like it’s really such a cute dynamic they have here.

Tim’s is an incredibly innocent minded boy, and a goodie two shoes. Where as Steph has a more experienced life style, and has a habit of being risky.

It’s a little opposites attract sort of thing, but the opposites make it super cute.

It’s nice.

Problem being--

This isn’t them.

The ways they were so opposite before made them have an antagonistic side to their dynamic. Their opposites made them not get along. This is how they were developed.

And now they’re changed.

Not from a source of good writing, or a story well told, or just anything that would make it seem rewarding or likable.

It just sort of happens, and it’s badly written.

Going back to the typical standards of bad writing, even if this is cute on it’s own, it’s bad writing, and lots of people don’t like bad writing even when it’s cute. Cute does not equal quality one bit. It’s just meaningless fan service.

So this stuff still isn’t gonna mean it’s a good relationship to a lot of people.

Especially when not that long after the pregnancy angle, where a lot of the sweetness comes from as well, it goes really bad really fast.

This seemingly really cute moment? After the pregnancy arc a thing happens where the relationship goes even worse.

Emotionally abusive worse.

So emotionally abusive is a harsh word, and I feel freaking ridiculous using that word on fictional characters. There’s not an active better word that can describe how Stephanie acts when she begins to have trust issues.

What’s the backstory on this for context?

Tim doesn’t want Steph near a crime scene that involves someone he knows as Tim Drake. Keeping his life compartmentalized is what helps keep him sane. He’s Tim Drake, also Robin, and then the leader of Young Justice. He tries to keep it all separate.

So he shooshes Steph away to avoid that. And immediately Steph gets suspicious.

And to freaking honest, Tim’s a social idiot and doesn’t help his case in the dang slightest.

So on one-hand you have Tim being the biggest social idiot of all time, because he’s freaking oblivious of himself sometimes, and on the other you have Steph pretending like she isn’t taking it the wrong way, but obviously taking it the wrong way.

I don’t think Steph is being irrational with the suspicion. Tim is in the fault here for just not explaining something that should’ve been easy “Someone I know as Tim Drake is here and I’m not gonna be able to mentally handle having both of my minds collide, because I am a 15 year old constantly on the verge of getting killed and I don’t have a better way to handle it.

But the cracks begin to show why this relationship doesn’t work, and even worse so when Steph shows her bad side.

However he does explain at least a touch, but Steph continues to assume the worst. Not completely without reasons, but I’m just describing the context.

But Tim keeps assuring her that’s not the case while Steph just gives him accusations. A little less rational given the setting and Tim trying to make sure people aren’t killed when he needs to be clear minded.

And after the girl gets shot and Tim has to save her life, or at least put her in stable condition for the ambulance.

We then circle around to one of the first images I shared.

Where even though it started off rational. She began to show lots of behavior that’s known as “Emotional Abuse”.

To make it easy to explain I’m just gonna put this here.

And the first two parts of that list. She’s already committed them.

Even later when there’s time to settle, she escalates the situation by refusing to discuss a situation, accuses him more, gaslights him, rewrites history, plays the victim, sarcasm during a serious conversation, to a certain extent intimidates him even if that ones a bit of a stretch, and suddenly explodes at him.

So that’s eight different signs of emotional abuse she shows, on almost only a single page, and the reason why this isn’t just a single outburst some just let go, is because she keeps getting worse.

She still insults and yell at him, while refusing to discuss the situation.

One time even hurting him and making it physical by throwing a sneaker aimed at his head while he’s on a part of a roof with flowers in one hand.

Some of it’s played for comedy, but it’s still signs of abuse. And all this is because of something that isn’t true, Tim explained it isn’t true by this point, and even while Tim is trying to settle the situation. Even if Tim probably isn’t going about it the best way, the more it goes on the more it just shows how emotionally abusive Steph is willing to be, over what I’m pretty sure is their first major problem in their relationship as a romance.

And it gets even worse, because she goes after other people, she steals her moms nurse uniform, and pretends to be the girl’s nurse just to see if she can find proof Tim is a liar, instead of just chatting and see if they can come to an understanding like a normal person.

While it is very typical for a Bat-themed person to impersonate people, nurses included, she’s doing this out of emotional anger to her supposed loved one, as she won’t even try to listen to Tim when by his mannerisms you can tell he’s telling the truth. Scroll up and see the picture where Steph first gets emotional, Tim’s scratching his nosed confused at what she’s even talking about. Even later he’s doing his best to explain.

And in her diary, she states something about the “Boy Cheater” coming clean. Meaning she won’t even believe or listen to Tim till the time comes for Tim to just say her accusation is right. When that is still insanely emotionally abuse, toxic, and unhealthy overall.

This is not healthy, this is toxic and abusive behavior, and then she’s bringing it into others people’s lives.

She’s mean and rude when they ain’t paying attention, and nice to her when she is paying attention. Which is vaguely manipulative of her to get information (but that’s how Gotham vigilantes work Bat-related or not). Especially when Steph even insults her, when in actuality, she’s done not a thing to deserve this treatment, because Steph’s mad at her only for stuff she only assumed happened.

She calls her a witch over her assumption, unreasonably thinks this boy who I’m assuming is a complete other race given his name and skin color, and all this unreasonable stuff is for a situation she just made up in her head, despite when Tim is trying to talk to her and explain otherwise, and even says things that shows she might not even talk to him regardless.

She became obsessive, reckless, horrid to other people, and freaking dangerous to other people, as well as abusive to her boyfriend to the point they broke up, over something she wasn’t even willing to talk about.

Bringing it so far into other people’s lives, that she quite literally nearly gets an innocent boy killed.

She seems him being threatened by suspicious acting people, sees him getting taken into an alley, all while still assuming this is for a case of some sort.

And nearly gets him shot and murdered, given that this is pretty well-implied if not out right said to be a gang thing.

And why? Why is she doing this? What’s the point? Why is learning Robin’s identity so important in the end that she’s risking lives in gang attacks and potential murders on people?

So she can hold it over his head, and mock him, berate him, intimidate him, even make him feel vulnerable. Because this is above getting even. She nearly got this boy murdered, and presumably others in the crossfire over this. Just the way her words are emphasis it’s implied it’s to hurt Tim in at least some way.

For something she just assumed happened, without any solid proof other then suspicious behavior, that didn’t even last that long, and was later clarified.

Is it particularly weird she didn’t want to listen at first? I don’t really feel so. When people get cheated on they get overwhelmed and emotional. When you’re overwhelmed and emotional you do dumb things, but all of this happens over the course of DAYS, with no calming down. And only furthering her emotionally and even burgeoning physically abuse behavior, this is just showing how she is now.

She furthers it by tackling this kid.

And we connect the circle of this point by reaching the point that the first image was showing.

She pins this boy, that’s innocent of anything she’s violently accusing, using her knee on his sternum and hand on his shoulders so he can’t even escape or barely move without pain, and cocks back her fully formed fist to threaten physical violence, against someone SHE STILL THINKS IS HER BOYFRIEND.

She was close to striking someone that she thought was actually her boyfriend directly in his face.

Reaching the signs that it’s very possible for her to become a physical abuser.

Her accusations, emotional abuse, and obsessive behavior all ended to the point where she would willingly strike someone in the face, because of something she assumed with barely any proof, days after the incident that made her so emotional to begin with.

Calling her toxic is saying the least at this stage.

The writer then ends it by acting like it was a funny misunderstanding, despite everything showing otherwise.

And because it’s actually very important to mention.

This writer?

Is her CREATOR.

Who would be the ultimate authority on what Steph would do and not do.

This isn’t no outside writer doing a hack-job out of petty furry. This is a series of events that her creator wrote, and thought would be something she’d do.

Everything I have shown thus far has been written by her creator. The ultimate authority on her character, but may I add, is not on others, like Tim, despite being Tim’s main writers, he contradicted so much behavior that even he’s established for the sake of Steph.

Steph has only been in so many stories that it’s still open to how she would react to things. This is how she would react according to her creator. Without her creator (I assume) realizing that he wrote her to be a toxic, sexual harassing, emotionally abuse, and growing to become a physically abusive person. This IS Steph.

Nothing to contradict it, and only things that further this is how she would be in this situations.

Some have excused it as sexist writing, but it’s really irrelevant given this is her creator, because regardless if it came out of a sexist belief, this is now who Steph is established to be, and is the ultimate authority on it, because, it is written by her CREATOR.

And with the knowledge of this being her creator, it makes all the more sense why she gets off primarily scott-free besides sitcom bits, and why he was so willing to put them romantically despite the logic he himself set-up. Because it’s HIS CHARACTER. Meaning this a character HE MADE, just for emphasis.

And to tie it all back to what I said about about not personally considering bad actions equaling bad characters. I still don’t. I’m not upset Steph did all this. I’m just upset at how it was written.

Because she gets off without a punishment, and I’m not asking for death or torture, I’m not even remotely saying War Games treatment of her is justified. But when a character does so many bad things like this, there is supposed to be an appropriate reaction and consequence back.

She does not get that.

She gets minor scorn just for impersonating the nurse. None of the rest of it. That’s all we see for this part of the story.

Making it just badly written, a badly ended story, on a relationship that only even became romantic in the first place because of bad writing.

Why would anyone, that has actually paid attention to the set-ups of the dynamics and behavior of the characters, ship such a thing that ignores what the character would actually say or do, but involves toxic abusive behavior, that is believed to be cute by others because of a few cute moments that shouldn’t even be warranted?

It is amazingly really logical to see why so many people haven’t liked her or the ship. It’s not a healthy one, or a well-written one. By most people’s standards of a good ship, which is well-written, presumably cute, or just a thing fun to read, this doesn’t have it, besides when it wants to force a false image on you.

To most people this would not qualify as a good or healthy ship.

And to continue on why some specifically don’t like Steph beyond being forced into a really crappy romance angle that doesn’t work.

Some people just find her extraordinarily annoying because of all this stuff and more, because the next time we have anything proper in these two’s relationship, this happens.

I wanna really round stuff up for this part to make things more clear.

Steph has sexual harassed Tim, sexually assaulted Tim, had her recklessness result in Tim getting shot, emotionally abused Tim, physically abused Tim, nearly got an innocent boy killed, and even threatened that boy with more physically violence because despite all logic she still thought it was Tim.

And for this specific situation. Batman has not trusted Steph, she thinks she’s reckless, and liable to get people hurt, as well as not wanting to have Tim encourage her behavior.

Typical standards of bad writings include: Having characters do things that they clearly would not do based on how they were established as a character, inconsistency in logic, ignoring what happened prior when it’s important, as well as things that happen out of no where with no proper set-up, and overall having things that make no sense.

Like get all of that together in your head, because why, WHY does Bruce let Stephanie know who Tim is, when they are then broken up, and let her see the Batcave, when he doesn’t really trust her?

Even if there was something outside of this series that showed a moment Bruce trusts her.

Why the heck did he pick-up Tim Drake’s, his sidekick’s, ex girlfriend, reveal information to her that he was adamantly against telling her for multiple reasons, and then take her to their place of operations, and then Tim’s school, just to see if Tim was okay.

What fucking mad hat logic is that?

If this came out nowadays, a lot of people would be giving it more shit I feel, because it just makes no damn sense.

And then, after Tim reasonably has an overwhelmed fit, about Batman revealing his identity to his ex.

This happens.

I mean, it seems sweet enough on the surface doesn’t it? Some forgiveness, and declarations of love.

If you seen this on it’s own it would not be a single shock you think it’s cute in some form or another.

But it’s really not.

It’s just some fucking terrible writing.

Tim gets emotionally abused by her, and didn’t even talk to her for what was a year in terms of the length in the real world were you buy these stories, and to a certain extent seemed moved on.

So whys he talking about “we’re in love”? Timothy, Tim, Timmy, that is freaking awful logic for yourself, that is straight forward toxic.

Also,

Notice how when Steph apologizes it isn’t actually for her ruthless and abusive behavior towards him? Or even just risking others lives in the process for the goal of finding out his identity because of an accusation that was plainly wrong.

Even notice how Steph suddenly doesn’t care that she thinks he was cheating on her.

Notice how it’s just apologizing for the simple goal of wanting to know who he is.

Not the abuse, the silent treatment, the length between actually talking to him to even remotely seem like she cares, or risking others entire lives over her recklessness.

Just the simple goal of it.

This is not good writing by any measure.

And look at how cutesy it’s supposed to be. The little end there, all well it ends well, and Steph is now more accepted by the Bat-Family.

Except, be honest and tell yourself if this was all done because it made sense, or because Stephanie’s creator, who was notably heading out the door of DC wanted to make his own originally created character to be more important to the Bat-Mythos against all simple logic?

All this done, by what my greatest guess is a selfish man’s selfish desire to leave his character being forced in where she doesn’t belong, all so she can seem important.

And to try some happy happy era of Tim and Stephanie again. When, it has never once been truly earned. They skipped the part of actual character development to make it work. They just want to ignore that so this illogical relationship can continue thus more.

Like any typical first time fan fic writer where you put in an O.C. you really like, you’re bound to do a few things.

Force them into places they don’t belong in painfully contrived fashion, and use other characters being amazed or enamored with what ever character or relationship they try to start with the O.C..

Which is why he used to the Birds of Prey to say they were cute together, when they don’t fucking do anything cute to begin with, in what was conveniently Dixon’s last full issue as a full-time on Robin, for what would be years. Also wouldn’t ya know it, his next run on Robin would involve pushing TimSteph even freaking more.

So from beginning to end on Dixon’s first tenure with writing this relationship, and even the next one.

It has been badly written. Badly written from beginning to end. Failing in character logic, or common sense. With a selfish desire to force his O.C. into something she doesn’t logically belong in.

And this stuff didn’t even end there, because John Lewis would do this stuff even worse.

Tim proclaims she’s awesome, acts like she’s his world, have little talks to talks more often, be more lovey duvey, have Tim be mesmerized by how well she can play piano, and even have him make chicken noodle soup for her.

Even with her occasional continued silent treatment. reckless behavior, and the knowledge that she apparently even gives him ulcers.

So why do people not like this ship?

Because it has never been well-written or healthy from the get-go. From the minute it became a romantic relationship it has not been either healthy or well-written, besides the contrived stuff they wrote in hopes you’d like it solely for that, which still isn’t well-written regardless.

When you look at the details it becomes really obvious.

And some loud, angry, toxic TimSteph stans typically defend this with Tim’s passive aggressive behavior towards her, or the time he took her costume to prevent her going out and getting herself hurt as a vigilante, maybe they’ll even show a sparse time he gets really mad as if that’s his whole character.

But all that does is further the notion that this isn’t a couple that is happy or healthy with each other, besides when it benefits them.

To me, this relationship just sucks.

#Tim Drake #Robin #Bruce Wayne #Batman #DC Comics #Bat-Family #Batfamily #Batfam #Young Justice #Young Just Us #Long Post #Discourse

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title: brilliance of land pairing(s): tsuzuru minagi & reader characters: tsuzuru minagi, reader, citron, sakuya sakuma, masumi usui, itaru chigasaki, izumi tachibana, omi fushimi synopsis: even the land can be admired by the sky, too. word count: 6.7k

@emilycollins00 ‘s entry: Morning! ^^ Uh, I'm getting a bit shy suddenly! I really love your edits and writting style! and I was hoping I could ask, if you had time of course and wanted, a TsuzuruxmatureUnistudent!reader? as,Tsuzu starts getting selfconcious around them but doesn't connect dots and some member mention it or make fun! It doesn't have to end in kiss/confession, I wanted to see how they would react in the situation. Maybe it's a little too vague...? in any case, thanks in advance, keep up the good work!

a/n: My apologies for taking me this too long to write. I was too caught up in the moment that it took me ages to finish this LMAO on the same note; the premise provided me an inspiration, so I was so avid to write for this 😅 well frankly, the other reason was because I was busy with my online classes, too. So I do apologize for making you wait this long 🙇‍♀️ anyhow, thank you for loving my edits and writings 😊💖 I’m truly grateful! Thanl you for requesting as well! I hope you like this one. Enjoy reading! 💛

Tsuzuru’s recent bearings had him befuddled quite a lot in these past few weeks, which affected the performance in his classes, and mostly during their practice for the forthcoming spring troupe’s next play. He was altogether aware of how he’d easily become strained and a stuttering mess when confronting someone sometimes. However, the action he presents you doesn’t correspond to the individuals he has interacted with before. Rather, it was unfathomable for his intellect to bring in the answers he desires to know. Prior to these inexplicable emotions unfurling in his chest, he hasn’t endured these sorts of sensations that were surprisingly pleasant, yet with a smidge of pain blooming in the depths of his heart. If he were to ask as a scriptwriter to describe the feeling he’s experiencing as of late, Tsuzuru would effortlessly say that it was similar to a beautiful flower blooming in its perfect season, yet has thorns adhered in its stem.

It’s so poetic that he, himself, was even surprised to muse about such things.

It’s true that at the beginning of your rendezvous, he was tense and tripping over his words. He could not even look at you straight in the eyes for his timidity reining over him. But he already reckoned the reason; it was only natural of him to do that toward the people he has yet to meet before. And now that he has known you for about almost a year, he guaranteed that the shameless behaviors of his would launder and was comfortable to be around you. But to his dismay, it only reverted to him.

In university, it was inevitable to see and cross paths with you. After all, you are his classmate in one of the subjects he’s taking. More importantly, you two are seatmates, so how can he avoid you? And if ever you detected his preternatural actions, it would alone incite your suspicions and inquire what problem he has to be so apprehensive around you. And if you are, then he doesn’t know how he will explain it because he, himself, does not know where to begin with. He has no notion as to why he's being like this anyhow.

Well, to be honest, he got comfortable, but those unpleasant emotions only came back as though it brought him back to your first meeting.

It was hell for him, and he won’t deny it.

He could not concentrate on their lessons as he would occasionally glance at you and noticed himself that his head was over the clouds for staring at your face for too long.

Most of the time, when the two of you were in your breaks hanging out in the library or any facilities with fewer crowds, his actions seemed to be so limited that he felt like there were shackles wrapped in his wrists and ankles, restricting his every move. Furthermore, his answers were deliberate that it would take him quite a long time to answer the questions you had asked him. The only reason he can hand over is that he doesn’t want to screw himself up in front of you, especially since he refused to give you comments or suggestions that won’t be of any help at all.

For what it’s worth, he wants everything to be perfect, which he wasn’t like that toward someone even to his friends—well, except to his scripts by all means. But for some reason, whenever he was with you, adrenaline would rev up, and the torrents of rush would drive him in frantic that Tsuzuru sorely knew it would only make the situation worse.

Therefore, that winds up to him being so darn lame in front of you by tumbling over his words excessively rather than usual. He was getting restless and reckless at the same time. Not to mention, he would invoke a disaster in your environment by tugging someone and spilling their drinks or foods by accident. He was so foolish for being like that when he didn’t intend to from the get-go. The only thing he has done was a mere contradiction of the actual situation that he covets.

Damn, he was so ashamed of his recent demeanor that Tsuzuru wishes to vanish into thin air, or the ground would just split up into two to eat him fully. Every time he recalled his upsetting blunders had him wishing to melt to where he was standing at this exact moment.

In spite of not knowing his newfangled emotions, he does somehow remember when these feelings sprang up.

It was the time when he spotted you in the school’s field, leading your classmates with your current project for the upcoming event of your program. He discovered that you were the leader of your group and appointing them to a task they have artistry in so it won’t be onerous for them to manage their positions. There were some instances he’d pass your classroom and then would take a peek, only to discover that you were working with the arrangements for the forthcoming event until the sun would set on the horizon.

He could vividly see how zealous you were in your task and doing your best for your group mates. It wasn’t a hurdle for him to recognize when he’d witness the way your eyes would glisten every time you found a lead, followed by the corners of your lips bending into a smile like a child getting an ice cream. With just that one simple smile, Tsuzuru couldn’t help to form a smile as well and feel the warmth starting to swell inside his chest. It was like a scene in the films he has watched, a scene that will seize your attention and will never forget even if time goes by.

It was picturesque for him. He couldn’t get rid of that scenario until now.

And that's when he mostly paid attention to you.

“Tsuzuru. Hey, Tsuzuru!”

“E-Eh?” The mentioned guy has awakened from his trance after hearing his name being called. “A-Ah, (Name)-san. Sorry for spacing out like that.”

You scrutinize him for a brief second before eliciting a sigh. Face brandished with worry about the guy “Why are you saying sorry? It’s only natural for you to be engaged in woolgathering like that, considering you’re a student, a part-time actor, and a scriptwriter, too. It’s justifiable that it would take its toll on you. If there’s anything I can assist you with, don’t be shy to ask me, okay? I’m always here to help you.”

Tsuzuru hastily whips his head to the side as he feels the heat soaring to his cheeks and heart hammering fast from seeing your bright smiling face once again. He was thinking about your smile not too long ago, and you’re already attacking him like that. He’s not prepared!

If only you knew what he’s thinking about… and yes, it’s somehow important to him, he figured.

“It’s nothing, really. But I appreciate the thought,” Tsuzuru assures you before deflecting his attention back to his book.

Both of you are in the library as it was your lunch break for today, and it’s your duty as a library assistant to be present in the place. Tsuzuru utterly knows that he likes to evade you at all costs since these idiosyncratic feelings will abruptly overflow like water breaching the walls of a dam once his eyes catch sight of your form. However, despite recognizing the consequences, he still dared to visit the library. It seems like there was some alien voice in the back of his head, whispering to him to go, just for him to see your lovable face.

He has no idea why he acquiesced with it as though his entire existence was being enchanted by an unknown. For that reason, he is now in the library meeting with you like he normally does, and the sensation of apprehension washes over his being again.

“You know, you’re acting odd these past few weeks. You’re getting more jumpy than necessary, you see.” As soon as he hears your claim, Tsuzuru nearly chokes on his own saliva and falls off his seat. He tries to keep up an undisturbed facade, but his attempt was all in vain once his eyes locked with yours.

“I-I am?” Once the words slips out his mouth, Tsuzuru urges of slapping his face so hard for asking a stupid question that is already obvious.

“You’re good at looking after people, but when it comes to yourself, you can’t.” A light chuckle tickles through your throat as the scriptwriter merely shows a bashful look because it was a fact. It was insurmountable for him to dispute your remark.

His grip on the pen tightens as he senses the weight of your stare on him. Because of that, Tsuzuru feels the sweat gradually emerging on his temples as he is positive that you are inspecting his gestures and expression to figure out what was troubling him. You’ve always been like that. Trying to scrutinize him as possible, for you can lend him a hand with the heavy burdens he is bearing. Although he never asked or confided in you about his problems sometimes, you were quick to determine what it was, and before he knew it, you were already there beside him and awaiting him to confide to you.

“(Last name)-san.” Both your attention diverts to a familiar girl walking toward your way. Tsuzuru realizes that it was one of your classmates he has seen during your scheduled meetings.

He doesn’t understand why you were so ardent of helping him out when you have other personal concerns as well? Tsuzuru couldn’t help but be culpable for boosting the baggage of your onus. That being the case, he was compelled to return the benevolence you had given him, too.

“Enomoto-san, have you discussed it with the program chair?” you immediately ask once the said girl approaches you.

“Yes. Currently, we’re reviewing the expenses we had for the event. The program chair wants to note every material we used and bought.”

“Is that so?” you say with relief as though your load has been alleviated. “Then, we should recheck the preparations and the venue we’re going to occupy. I will later make a list of the materials and give it to the program chair. Anyhow, is Suzuki checking the technical equipment?”

Your classmate nods in response. “Yes, he’s with Hiyori-kun. By the way, (Last name)-san. The program chair’s asking for your presence in the faculty room. She needs to discuss the guest speakers coming next week.”

Tsuzuru merely listens to your exchange. Seeing you working this up-close had made him admire your diligence and the way you carry out your responsibilities as the organizer and leader at the same time. You do your duty with calm and confidence, as though you’re already a professional working in a certain industry. Tsuzuru doesn’t have those outstanding qualities for which he envies you for having the poise when confronting someone. If he’s in your position right now, he knows for sure that he will be scatterbrained and couldn’t utter a sentence without stumbling over a word.

Even in your part-time job, you handle the customers with discretion and decorum. You would not forget to show them an amicable smile and talk to them with a careful articulation that would eventually convince them and give you their trust. No wonder why some customers would often call your name and greet you with enthusiasm like you were friends for a long time. After all, you’re an approachable and trustworthy woman for them to just scorn.

You two sure are opposite to one another. You’re like the sky, and he’s the land. You’re unattainable, yet so exquisite and bright. And as for him, he’s just a land who would keep looking at you from below, but won’t get tired from admiring you in the meadow.

“Ah, Tsuzuru, I should go ahead. I have to do some important matters to take care of,” you notify him, to which he snaps out from his musings again and sloppily nods his head.

“Sure. Take care, (Name)-san,” he says, moot in his voice.

Staring at him for a moment, you shove the thoughts away and grin at the chap. “Well, see you later. And don’t forget what we talked about, okay?”

With your last giggle, you saunter toward the counter to inform the librarian about your leave. And subsequently, you skedaddle from the library with your classmate.

As the spring troupe’s practice went on until the clock struck to nine, Izumi dismissed the practice for them to take a rest and continue tomorrow. The members agreed and sat down on the floor to regain their normal breathing and have their usual meeting after every practice. Sakuya was the first one who initiated the discussion about their performance just recently. They looked back at their mistakes and gave each other’s advice on how they will improve their acting for their specific roles.

While they are in the middle of their analysis, the sudden ringtone of a phone had paused them from their doings and looked to one another to ask if it’s theirs. Tsuzuru instantly knew that it’s his due to the familiar ringtone. Therefore, he rummages through his pocket and takes out his phone to see who the one is calling him at this hour.

As soon as he saw your name, his senses had woken up from the weariness he just had from the practice.

“I-I’ll just take this call,” he says to his fellow troupe members. Tsuzuru takes a breath before accepting the call.

“H-Hello, (Last name)-san.”

“Hi, Tsuzuru! I apologize for calling you at this hour. Am I not bothering you?” you worriedly ask.

“No. A-Actually, we just finished our practice. So, why did you call?” Tsuzuru feels his throat getting parched by the minute the call goes on. Everyone was quiet, even Citron, who would start a noise around and spout some words they don’t understand. He doesn’t know why their eyes are on him, seemingly scrutinizing and eavesdropping to your conversation.

“About that, I was just wondering if you’re free next Saturday. I want to invite you to the after party of our program’s event. So… are you?”

After hearing your sudden invitation had rendered him mute. His jaw slackens, and his eyes blink a few times before processing the message into his brain. And not only that, his loud beating heart is resounding in his ears that he’s not quite certain if you’re still talking on the other line.

“Hey, Tsuzuru. Are you still there?” Thanks to your voice, it broke him from his stupor and for showing a ridiculous face in front of the members.

“Y-Yeah. I-I’m free next Saturday.”

“Sweet! Then see you tomorrow. Don’t take it back, okay?” Tsuzuru replied yes, and you cutely chuckled, which isn’t good for his poor heart.

“That’s a promise! Anyhow, if you don’t mind, can you reserve me a ticket for your troupe’s next play? I’m looking forward to watching it.”

“I’ll tell the Director about it. I’ll give it to you as soon as she gives me the ticket.” Once he said that you squealed in excitement out of the blue. And that alone shocked the scriptwriter, and his heartbeat only intensified.

“Thank you so much, Tsuzuru! I’m excited about what script you have written for this. Watching your scripts getting converted into plays sure does make me overwhelmed and happy for you. I really love your scripts, Tsuzuru. They are beautiful.”

Your sudden adulation left him stunned without failure. It appears that time had slowed its tick, and his cognizance was only directed to the dynamic thumping of the organ in his chest, making it harder for him to breathe. And there’s this funny feeling in his stomach that is like a feather being slowly rubbed across his belly. It tickles, yet he wants to feel it more. Above all else, he’s sensing himself wallowing in the warmth engulfing his body, like he’s bathing in the warm rays of the sun in the morning, kissing his skin with its golden light.

“Well then, I guess I need to go. I still have to do my homework,” you say, almost whispering. “I hope you have a good night.”

Tsuzuru suddenly felt his heart drop at your announcement, and the tingling sensation in his stomach instantly vanished.

“Sure, (Name)-san. Good night, as well.” Once both of you said your farewells, Tsuzuru ended the call, and a sigh escaped his lips, knowing the fact that he won’t hear your voice for this evening any longer. He does admit, hearing your voice during calls makes him feel at ease for some reason.

“Are you okay, Tsuzuru-san? Your face is red,” Sakuya remarks, causing him to look at their leader with confound.

“What are you talking about, Sakuya?”

“Was that (Name)?” Citron follows a query. With just a mere mention of your name had Tsuzuru felt the flow of heat ascend to his face and couldn’t constrict himself from answering with his usual stutter.

“Y-Yeah, she only asked if I’ll be available next Saturday.” Upon his response, Citron abruptly hollers and jumps on to his manzai partner.

“Oh! Is this a date?!” When he announces it aloud, Sakuya’s face instantly reddens, and Itaru whistles in amazement, whereas Masumi charges at him with a frown etched on his face.

“How dare you be the first one to be on a date before me?” Masumi’s voice was baritone, glaring daggers at him in proximity.

Tsuzuru doesn’t know where to begin since his mind is becoming clouded with embarrassment, and more importantly, he refuses to confront his fellow troupe members, for he knows that they will take the information erroneously. Particularly Citron, who has a penchant for misunderstanding the story he has heard. Then, everyone will believe him with his incredulous disclosure. Although Itaru knows that it’s the contrary of Citron’s word, he will still ride on it and teased him about it just for his own amusement.

That being the case, his vengeance for the salaryman was to give him an arduous role through his written scripts.

“It’s not a date!” Tsuzuru exclaims, abstaining the two who were surrounding him and interrogating them with their folly. “(Name)-san only invited me to come to their event. She’s one of the organizers.”

“But it’s still called a date if a girl invited you to a special event!”

“What kind of mind do you even have to assume like that, Citron-san?!” Tsuzuru rebuts to the grinning foreigner beside him.

“This is unforgivable.” Masumi hauntingly closes the gap between him and the scriptwriter. The frown on his face does not seem to dissolve despite clarifying the misinterpretation Citron had announced.

“I told you it’s not like that!” He asserts and then looks over at Sakuya and Itaru who are watching him being swarmed by the two. “A little help here, Sakuya, Itaru-san!”

Hearing Sakuya’s name being called had snapped him out from his stupor and drew his attention to the poor bloke who’s being crowded by their two fellow troupe mates. As Sakuya was about to lend him a hand, Itaru, who recently finished his quests, adheres him in his place by putting his hand on his shoulder.

“Eh, Itaru-san?” The leader confusedly questions. But the aforementioned guy only presents him a whimsical smirk before casting his fuchsia irises on the interrogated university student.

“We should leave him be. This is a good opportunity for our dear scriptwriter to experience romance once in a while,” the salaryman says, voice hinted with mischief.

Tsuzuru hadn’t misheard what the oldest had said to Sakuya. In honesty, he heard it loud and clear despite Citron’s and Masumi’s annoying voices reverberating throughout the practice room. That alone incites the foreboding that he has, and his lingering irritation for the two only heightens due to Itaru’s provocation.

Asking for help from the working man was the worst decision he had made for now. He had forgotten that he can be immature from time to time, albeit that he’s already an adult and has the authority in their troupe. It’s supposed to be him who would manage and mollify everyone from their mess at his age. However, it wasn’t. Itaru is also one of the pain in the asses to deal with, and to his misfortune, Tsuzuru was the one who fell in the position that was supposed to be Itaru’s.

He couldn’t even clean the mess in his room and not eating a proper meal sometimes. Tsuzuru doesn’t know why he was the one cleaning his room even though it wasn’t his. Well, he couldn’t help himself because it’s already in his nature to look after others first before him, especially that he's been taking care of his little brothers in most of his life. Hence, he has grown to carry it wherever he goes, and despite that he refuses to do it, his instincts tell him otherwise.

“Good luck with your date, Tsuzuru. You have our blessings. It’s now your time to show your charming side to her,” Itaru encourages with his shit-eating grin that did nothing but exhaust and aggravate him.

“Itaru is right! You also have my blessings!” Citron enthuses as though he was his mom, congratulating her son for his breakthrough. “You should give him your blessings, too, Sakuya.”

“E-Eh… Do your best, Tsuzuru-san! I give you my blessings, as well!” Sakuya says, quite frantic, which Tsuzuru doesn’t know if he’s afraid or ecstatic about his situation.

“I refuse to give my blessings,” Masumi emphasizes with obstinacy in his tone.

Tsuzuru knows full well that his efforts to clear the misunderstanding will only pass through their ears and tease him further. That is why he surrenders from his attempt to defend himself and just let them do what they please. He refuses to exhaust himself to a greater degree by simply convincing them with the truth. It will merely drive him insane.

The closing night for the second play of the spring troupe has come to an end. It was an absolute success in which everyone congratulated each other and knowing the irrefutable fact that the audience loved the play and the actors performing on stage. The cheers and applause were indeed delightful to hear. Their hearts were pounding in rapture as their smiles grew wider by the second they heard the ovation of the audience. They can even witness the merry faces of their director and their manager behind them. It was an eye-tearing experience. Despite they already knew the feeling of success during their debut show, the second is still the same as they had known of.

Once the curtain had closed and said their gratitude to everyone, you congratulated them and gave them a bouquet as your present for the cast in the staff room. The director was happy to see you as always. You never missed watching their troupes’ performances, even if your initial purpose was to only watch the spring troupe’s play because of Tsuzuru, who you knew, for he is your classmate.

However, you had grown to love the other troupes, for they have their own charms that drew your regard to each one of them. They have their aptitudes and themes that you’d never get tired of watching everyone shining and sparkling on the stage with their content smiles and sense of devotion to acting their roles with perfection and thrill. It was a magnificent view for which you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring the Mankai Company’s troupes.

They are charming in their own way.

The director invited you to their after-party in their dormitory, which you gladly accepted as you were timid to decline her humble invitation. Moreover, you have been celebrating with them every now and then when you have nothing else to do for the day.

As you had figured, Omi was the one who cooked the food for the party, and being the kind and considerate person he was; he cooked their favorite dishes and treats. Although he’s a guy, he has this cooking skill that you surely commended. His talent for cooking and baking anything amazes you. Whether the dish is foreign to him, he’ll cook it with the same delicious taste just as his usual cooking.

“Good evening, It’s nice to have you here, (Last name)-san,” Omi greets you as he puts a plate of dishes on the table.

You smile and return the greeting, “Likewise. Your cooking is amazing, as always.”

“(Name), I’m happy that you joined us for the after-party!” Citron says with excitement while pushing Tsuzuru toward you.

“Citron-san, what are you doing?!” complained the scriptwriter, struggling to free himself from his hold. But the mentioned guy solely flashes him a grin that Tsuzuru swiftly notices the underlying meaning behind that smile of his. He suddenly felt his stomach churn, having a bad feeling about this.

“Tsuzuru’s script is amazing as always, ne?”

“By all means.”

The only reaction that Tsuzuru dispensed was to blush at your compliment and stare down at his feet for you not to see the pink hues spreading across his cheeks. Even though you’ve been giving him credits ever since the start of their debut, he’s still not used to you suddenly blurting some beautiful words to him. It wouldn’t fail to make him on edge and as if his heart was going to burst in his chest.

In all honesty, it’s a delightful feeling but really not good for his heart.

The party commences. Everyone was talking about their hurdles before the outset of their second show, particularly Masumi and Itaru, who didn’t get along well at first. But their relationship had progressed when the adult visited him in their school and tried to understand one another by playing a game.

You couldn’t help but laugh at their humorous circumstance. In the end, they didn’t understand each other, but their relationship had developed.

As the conversation went on, suddenly, you became the next subject of their discussion.

“We learned that you invited Tsuzuru to an event!” Citron pipes in, causing the said man beside him to let out a sharp intake of breath.

“W-Why are you suddenly including that in the conversation?!” Tsuzuru frantically says, seeming to reprimand the foreigner.

“Eh? But I wanna know if it’s a date or not.”

With that, Tsuzuru’s face starts to color in a bright shade of red as the director gives you two a surprised reaction. You were quite astonished as well if you say so yourself. Well, there’s no point denying it since you did invite your classmate to come to your program’s event. But one thing that grabbed your attention is why he’s asking if it’s a date or not. You don’t blame Tsuzuru if he’s getting embarrassed since you’re equally embarrassed as he is.

“I told you countless times already, Citron-san! It’s not a date!” That’s when Tsuzuru’s last thread of patience snaps. He hadn’t intended to shout at his manzai partner, but considering that he’s making the atmosphere awkward between you two is something that he will never have the patience with.

He recognizes your confusion and discomfort with the current situation. He feels obligated to tell you a sincere apology, but the words he wants to tell across seem to attach in his throat. His mind is getting hazy by the minute, making it difficult for him to recompose himself in this dire plight.

“W-Well, if you take it into consideration as a woman and man, it does seem that I’m saying it will be a date in a roundabout way,” you chuckle with a grain of humor in your voice. This immediately catches their attention and presents you with bewilderment written on their faces.

“I told you it’s like that,” Citron laughs, feeling satisfied upon knowing that his hypothesis is true.

Unbeknownst to you, your answer was the last straw for Tsuzuru’s heart to explode. His heated face only increases its temperature, which he assures that everyone can notice that he is blushing.

Why are you always attacking him unannounced like that? If you’re often like this, it will drive him crazy.

“Heh, Tsuzuru looks like he wants to be splashed by cold water on his face,” Itaru teases before he takes a sip on his drink, not removing his apparent diversion toward his troupe mate.

Sakuya, who heard the older’s comment, merely grabs a cold water and hands it to him. “Your face is red, Tsuzuru-san. Are you okay?”

Tsuzuru doesn’t know what to do anymore. Being with his troupe mates is surely gonna be the reason why he has white hair growing on his head at such a young age. Sakuya’s not helping in the situation, too. He’s too gullible for his own good in which everyone is taking advantage of, particularly Citron, who loves to tell stories about his adventures that are not even true.

He’s not really okay. He just wants to flee from the place and go to his room to rest.

“You know, whenever you’re around, Tsuzuru’s getting self-conscience!” Citron chirps, which makes you bewildered at the particular word he said.

“Self-conscience?”

“You mean self-conscious,” Itaru corrects.

“Yes, that’s it!”

“I am not!” Tsuzuru instantly defends, but the two ignore his complaints and tease him further.

You haven’t had the slightest idea why Tsuzuru’s becoming self-conscious when there’s nothing to be in the first place. Recalling the scriptwriter’s recent strange bearings only affords you an idea from your question of why he was suddenly becoming uneasy when you were with him. And on top of it, his habit of stuttering became worse than the original. Now you piece all the confusions you had together.

So he’s getting self-conscious? But why? You don’t understand.

“Remember the day when you and (Name) went to the mall to buy some school supplies? I was there, too! I saw that you were being fidgety and stuttering a lot! It was hilarious to witness you like that, Tsuzuru!”

“Ah, now that reminds me,” Itaru begins. “I saw you on the terrace, calming yourself and even taking a breath before you answer a phone call back then. At first, I thought it was one of your bosses in your part-time jobs, but I discovered that it was only (Last name).”

“Then, that means he’s really self-conscious!” Citron asserts.

Tsuzuru’s tongue-tied, doesn’t have any words to say in this exact moment knowing his troupe mates had seen him in those shameful moments of his with you. He can’t dispute since it’s all the truth. Even he was bewildered by his actions as of late. He has no idea how to describe his current situation. It was making him perturbed and left him with tons of questions that he was desperately seeking to know.

Now that his troupe mates had given him the answer to his quaint actions, he accepted the words they had pointed out. There’s no room for him to be defensive, considering the answer he was seeking to find out is already there. Furthermore, he has no escape from this embarrassing situation. You already heard everything that he doesn’t want you to discover.

His troupe mates certainly are troublesome fellows.

“Tsuzuru,” you call his name to get his attention. However, it seems that he hadn’t heard you as he didn’t move in his spot. You elicit a small sigh before attempting to slap his cheeks gently with both hands. It didn’t take you seconds to pay you his heed.

“(N-Name)-san?” he stammers, surprised to see your face up-close and holding his cheeks with care. You beam him a gentle smile.

“Let’s talk,” you softly say before retracting your hands from his cheeks with a smile still intact on your visage. Tsuzuru felt his stomach twist, feeling nervous all of a sudden. He utterly knows that you’re going to talk about today, which is why he’s preparing himself for the worst. It will be reasonable if you’re going to avoid him after this. After all, the recent occurrence a while ago is indeed uncomfortable and embarrassing.

Everyone is quiet. The atmosphere is still. No one spoke, even Citron, who’s fond of initiating a commotion in the dorm with others. The director’s only looking at him with a worried face, and Masumi is still the same as ever, looking at Izumi with heart-shaped eyes, not even bothering with what occurred earlier.

He envies his roommate’s ignorance with this circulating tension around them. It must be nice to be so carefree.

“Where are we going?” he manages to ask despite his parched throat.

Upon his query, you direct your gaze to the director. “If you don’t mind, can I borrow Tsuzuru for a bit?”

Izumi blinks her eyes before answering you in a bit of a panic. “S-Sure, we don’t mind.”

You say your thanks and signal to the scriptwriter to follow you to the courtyard.

The journey toward the yard was disturbingly restrained. Only your footsteps and Tsuzuru’s were the one thing you can hear. You didn’t mind the silence since afterward, the two of you are going to talk about today.

You don’t even know that Tsuzuru’s fidgeting and his whole being is getting wallowed in the sea of his anxiety. His fear of cutting ties with you is something he can’t take. After all, you’re the only woman he has befriended this close with whom he can share his problems and rants about his life. And just because of his troupe mates being a busybody, it will estrange your relationship with him.

Once the both of you step into the courtyard, the fresh breeze of spring season whirls through your bodies and affords you a sense of tranquility. You continue to walk as he follows you to the center of their dormitory. The scent of the flowers planted by Tsumugi wafts through the air, which surely helps Tsuzuru to relax his stiff shoulders.

As you two reach the center, you halt your steps. Tsuzuru mimics your action, and a dreadful feeling eventually washes over him. His repose because of the calm ambiance of the garden was only a fleeting moment of his because his apprehension came back to him once again.

“Hey, Tsuzuru,” you say; your voice is still the serene one that he had known, almost subduing the abnormal beating of his heart. You turn on your heels to face the man. “Am I that intimidating for you to be self-conscious around me?”

Tsuzuru breaths in, recognizing the playfulness in your voice. Your famous smile didn’t seem to disappear as it was still the same smile you wore every day. It baffled him for a second. He assumed that you’re going to give him a serious look with no smeared of jocularity in your eyes. But it was all the opposite of what he presumed.

“E-Eh?” That was the only reaction he could give. He was still in the process of understanding your words.

Your grin expands before letting out a giggle. “So that’s why your behavior is strange these past few weeks. It’s because you’re self-conscious around me.”

Your friskiness had Tsuzuru’s face to blush and lips to tremble in shame. No coherent words are available for him to say. He remains still in his spot as he simply watches you laughing at his embarrassing acts.

When he paid his attention to you, it seems that you’re too far away for him to reach. Every time he saw you from afar, it looked like you were sparkling in his eyes. Your smile that couldn’t be tarnished, your confidence that he admires, your etiquette in various circumstances, and also your benevolence that isn’t exclusive for just one; it’s for everyone.

Everything about you, Tsuzuru adores. And knowing that you two are the exact opposite, his chest would unwillingly wrench. It pains him to look at you because he's completely aware that he’s out of your league. You’re too bright for his dim light.

“(Name)-san,” he subconsciously calls you, and it catches your attention in an instant. You wait for him to speak, and Tsuzuru wants to retreat. However, his melancholic musings are encouraging him to do it. “If you only know how I greatly admire you as an individual. It’s like you’re too far from me and I can’t reach you. You’re like the sky that is so bright, too beautiful, and pure for me. Me, as a land, doesn’t want to tarnish your beauty. My position was to merely admire you from afar. I'm too way out of your league. There are so many who want you, people who are well-known, and have more recognition than me. They’re the ones who have the right to be beside you, unlike me, who’s dull and a complete nobody.”

Tsuzuru looks up to watch the stars glimmering in the night sky. After that speech of his, both of you didn’t utter a single word as you let the silence engulfs you two. Distinguishing his impression of you had rendered you stunned, as you hadn’t expected him to give you such regard.

Tsuzuru shifts his body, inserting his hands in his pockets while not averting his gaze from the sky. “We’re completely opposite, (Name)-san.”

You purse your lips, jaw clenching since Tsuzuru was not giving credit for himself. His degradation makes you upset. You do appreciate how he sees you in high regard, but you dislike it when he’s self-deprecating when there are things and qualities that you admire him for. He doesn’t know that he’s much better than you are. He’s too blind to notice the wonderful qualities he has.

“You see,” you say as you stare at the view above. This time, Tsuzuru diverts his notice to you. “The land is much better than the sky itself. The land gives life to all the living things; providing animals and humans with shelter, growing beautiful trees and flowers with its soil, a place where people can freely walk to, magnificent landscapes that are breathtaking to capture, and especially nature that is essential for our survival. Isn't it similar to you, Tsuzuru? The land is an all-rounder; it has many attributes that it can provide. And you, you can do almost everything, even everyone is aware of that. Your troupe mates can spell it out for you if you still doubt yourself. They even called you jack of all trades, aren’t they?”

You tear your gaze away from the sky to peer at Tsuzuru, whose eyes are wide. Afterward, you shoot him a smile, assuring him that you’re sincere to the words you had said.

He’s too speechless to give you a meager response. He feels his chest fluttering in glee and as if someone’s caressing his heart to feel so fuzzy inside. Tsuzuru will be lying if he says he’s not happy to hear your words, because the truth is, he’s elated to the point he wants to leap in ecstasy and hug you right here, right now. But Tsuzuru still has the decency not to breach that boundary. Therefore, he controls himself from caging you in his arms.

“I-I…” Tsuzuru had strived to speak, but to his dismay, the shock was too much for him to recover immediately.

You let out a hearty chuckle. “That’s the brilliance of land, which is why you need not degrade yourself like that. You’re perfect in your own way. Further, you have so many things you can offer. You’re not out of my league. We’re only the same. I admire you because it’s you, and you admire me because it’s me. We have our own abilities, so there’s no such thing as inferior and superior between us. We’re equals. Moreover, you have this unique potential that many don't own, so don’t neglect it. Be that as it may, okay?”

With that, Tsuzuru couldn’t help but smile at your encouraging words. You sure know how to uplift his spirits. And he’s glad to know that your relationship won’t get estranged because of his pain in the ass troupe mates. He really felt relieved.

“I really adore you, (Name)-san,” he declares before tilting his head upwards.

“I admire you, too, Tsuzuru.” You look at the sky, as well. Then without hesitation, you grab his hand.

Tsuzuru flinches at the warmth of your small hand on him. That’s why he hastily snaps his head to you, only to see you grinning at him so cheekily. Comprehending that you're holding his hand makes him flustered and unable to think. His heart is strenuously beating against his rib cage that he's compelled to rip away his hand from you in order for you not to notice his violent heartbeat.

But in spite of it, the other him is melting in your touch and refusing to let go of your hand, especially because your warmth is transporting to him, which makes him calm and feel comfortable like his home.

Therefore, Tsuzuru squeezes his hold on you and shows you a sheepish smile, fending off the worries and shame that’s intruding on his mind. Those emotions aren’t needed in this heartfelt situation with you.

Both of you look up at the sky at once and savor the moment that was given to you by God.

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octo-cutie · 3 years

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All I Ask Of You

Pairing: Tendou Satori x f!reader x Oikawa Tooru Warnings: Implied NSFW at the end Rating: PG-13 Summary: Tendou was in love with his best friend who was the lead in Phantom of The Opera. However, he was the stage manager watching as she falls in love with her castmate both on the stage and in real life.

The orchestra was preparing to play the second to last song in the first act of The Phantom of The Opera. Tendou could feel his heart clench as he turned his headset off. Thankfully most of the cast was in the green room preparing for the next act with the exception of Atsumu who was heading up to his place in the form where he would sing the reprise and crash the exquisite chandelier on the stage ending the first act.

The leads entered the stage. Oikawa gently held the hand of Christine who was played by Tendou’s best friend Y/N. Tendou wrapped his gangly arms around his clipboard as the leads began to talk to each other. Having just narrowly escaped a tantrum from the Phantom, Raoul and Christine had escaped to the roof of the opera house. Gently the fake snow started to fall around them and the spotlight illuminated their faces. From the first wing, Tendou watched as Oikawa gently lifted the hood of Y/N’s cloak off of her head letting her silky H/C curls fall against her shoulders framing her face oh so elegantly.

“What you heard, was a dream and nothing more,” Oikawa said holding Y/N’s nimble hands in his own. In the wings, Tendou whispered every one of Oikawa’s lines to himself pretending it was himself holding the hands of Y/N.

Y/N was the reason that Tendou had joined the theater. In their childhood, Y/N’s mother had taken the two of them to see! Tendou hadn’t really wanted to go but when Y/N’s beautiful E/C widened in happiness at her mother’s announcement there was zero chance of him telling her no. It was on this day that Tendou first realized that his friend was more special than before.

His appearance drove people away. Almost everything physical about Tendou was off-putting to people. His hair was unnaturally red. His eyes seemed to follow whoever dared look in them for too long. People called his body almost monstrous but not because of its size. Sure Tendou had height, but the term referred to how gangly his arms and legs were. The kids at school steered away from him out of fear that he would try to use his guessing ability to get ahead in life.

Only Y/N had shown him any sign of respect up until he met Ushijima but that was a different story.

The string section of the orchestra had shifted to open up the music for “All I Ask Of You.” The song where Raoul and Christine would profess their undying love for each other. Every night for the last six weeks, Tendou had watched the love of his life speak meaning behind the words he wished he could tell her. Tendou’s breath hitched as Oikawa gingerly touched Y/N’s cheek. Even with the heat of her cloak and the spotlights, Tendou could see the tinged cheeks of his crush knowing it was not entirely from the environment around her. It was partly due to the man in front of her.

“Yet in his eyes all the sadness of the world. Those pleading eyes that both threaten and adore.”

Y/N’s ethereal voice rang out through the theater causing several tears to shed. Including a couple from Tendou.

“Christine, Christine...” Oikawa pulled the girl close to his chest as Atsumu sings his echoing line prompting Oikawa and Y/N to look around in fear of the Phantom.

And finally.

Finally.

The worst part of the night begins.

Oikawa takes Y/N’s hands and begins to sing softly. Tendou in the wings catches Y/N’s eye as he mouths every word of the song that Y/N had begged him to practice.

“Who knows Satori? You could replace Oikawa!” She had said giving his arm a slight push as they ate their post-rehearsal dinner at his house. Tendou had laughed and played along in the lie but seeing it on the stage reminded him of how wrong he was to not tell her the truth at that moment.

“No more talk of darkness. Forget these wide-eyed fears. I’m here. Nothing can harm you. My words will warm and calm you.”

Tendou’s heart frantically increased its pace as he reminded himself of how Y/N trusted him with everything. Back in their third year of high school when Y/N’s ex had broken up with her, Tendou had created an entire pillow kingdom for her to spend the weekend in while he cheered him up. Their own perfect world where no one could get to them. But Y/N had been on her phone while he feigned sleep, silently giggling at something that illuminated the angelic features of her face. Tendou had never been one to have more than a few text messages (which were only ever from you, his parents, or the volleyball team group chat) and found himself not as attached to his phone as she was. But he couldn’t resist the smidge of jealousy that wormed its way into his heart everything you opened a snap from whoever had been making you laugh.

“Let me be your freedom. Let daylight dry your tears. I’m here with you beside you. To guard you and to guide you.”

He remembered when he’d found out she was transferring from Seijoh to Shiratorizawa back when they were still in high school`. Y/N hadn’t passed the entrance exams the first time around (not that she was in anyway dumb.) but had worked her butt off to retake them at the start of their second year. She had passed with flying colors and Tendou had immediately volunteered to show her around the school even though he knew that she knew every inch of Shiratorizawa grounds due to all the impromptu volleyball lessons she had attended at Tendou’s request.

All traces of oxygen escaped Tendou when Y/N opened her mouth to sing back to Oikawa whom Tendou knew had the biggest eyes for at the moment.

“Say you love me every waking moment. Turn my head with talk of summertime....”

Winter, summer, spring, or fall. Tendou had fond memories of each season he spent with Y/N. In the winter the two of them would travel to Tokyo for New Years’ and pray at the shrine for a good new year. In the summertime, Tendou would bring watermelon over to her house and they would read old Shonen Jump editions with the lights and fans on while participating in self-care rituals. He has so many photos of the two of them singing entire musical tracks in facemasks and pajamas while he has his hair in 12 braids and hers held up with 3 headbands and every barrette he could find in her room. In the spring you would visit the cherry blossom festival and he would flood her Instagram with every photo they took. In the fall they would spend their time tramping around Miyagi enjoying the leaves and an American drink from Starbucks (he’d never admitted it but he was now addicted to Pumpkin Spice)

“Say you need me with you now and always. Promise me that all you say is true. That’s all I ask of you.”

What a simple ask in the song but it was what needed to be asked. Both by the character Christine and himself. However, he knew that she felt nothing towards him that passed the barriers of friendship. It pierced his heart when he found out that Oikawa and Y/N had announced they had been seeing each other several years ago.

That year Tendou had spent Valentine’s Day alone for the first time in 11 years.

Soon after this announcement, Tendou began to see Y/N less and less as she now had two very important boys to balance in her life.

Behind the stage, there was the green room which housed the rest of the cast. Somewhere getting a head start on their costume change for the start of the second act, some were grabbing a quick bite with an overshirt protecting their costumes. However, there was a fairly large group that had their eyes glued to the TV that broadcast the show inside the green room to help them figure out when to make their next appearance.

“Dude he’s not gonna do it,” Kageyama whispered to Hinata who was in the middle of buttoning up his shirt for the second act.

“Have some faith is something! They’ve been together for years!” Hinata snapped that earned him a loud “SHUSH” from the rest of the cast. Sugawara who was finishing up on Kiyoko’s make-up for Carlotta sent a sharp glare to the orange-haired boy.

“You two need to simmer down. The audience can hear you. And yes, he probably will he’s just waiting for the right moment in the song.” Suga explained as he steadied Kiyoko’s face to draw the eyeliner on her eyes.

“Yeah shut up punks! We wanna watch it happen!” Yamamoto called from his

A fair amount of the cast stood around the flat screen that showed Oikawa and Y/N singing to each other waiting for the surprise that neither Y/N nor Tendou was ready for.

“Let me be your shelter. Let me be your light. You’re safe, no one will find you. Your fears are far behind you.”

Y/N had many fears that she had shared with Tendou over the years of their life together. Trivial ones like spiders, snakes, and things that go bump in the night but Tendou knew that her deepest fear was never finding true love which had only blossomed after her ex had broken up with her.

“All I want is freedom. A world with no more night. And you always beside me. To hold me and to hide me.”

What happened next sent Tendou’s heart hurtling towards a brick wall covered in spikes dripping in acid. His eyes bugged out of his head as he watched Oikawa get on one knee holding out a small velvet box. Wait where did he get that from? Tendou checked his clipboard hurriedly. There wasn’t a ring box on the props list...

No...

“Then say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me with you, here beside you. Anywhere you go let me go to. Christine. That’s all I ask of you.”

Y/N’s face burst out in the largest smile Tendou had ever seen as his heart crumbled away, physical pain coursing through his veins. He couldn’t breathe. Everything was cold and his arms were numb. This had to be a dream! Y/N wouldn’t do this! She wouldn’t because she loved him right?

Right?

“Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you.” Her exquisitely happy voice broke through the barrier of silence that had surrounded the theater save for the orchestra. No, she couldn’t do this.

“Share each day with me each night, each morning.” They both sang as Oikawa stood up and placed the ring on Y/N’s perfectly crafted finger. A place that should remain bare. A place for his ring for her.

“Say you love me...” Y/N whispered bringing her hand to Oikawa’s face with the happiest of smiles.

“You know I do...” Oikawa sang softly taking Y/N’s hand pressing it to his cheek. Subconsciously, Tendou reached for Y/N’s hand needing it to calm the ache in his heart that was beginning to constrict. Tendou collapsed on the ground cupping his hand against his mouth to stifle the dry sobs that had started. He needed to get out of there before someone in the audience heard him.

“Love me! That’s all I ask of you!”

Tendou hadn’t cared before when they kissed since it was written in the script. But tonight this kiss sealed the end for Tendou.

He had lost Y/N before he had even had a chance with her.

Whoops, and hollers from the audience were nothing compared to the cheers in the green room. Oikawa had been planning this proposal for months, had bought the ring the day Y/N had said yes to dating him. Everyone had placed bets on when and how he would propose but this proposal really knocked it out of the park.

The kiss went on longer than normal since this was a special night. When the music started up again, Tendou could see the tears falling from Y/N’s beautiful e/c eyes. The tears matched his own as his lip quivered slightly.

“Anywhere you go, let me go too. Love me, that’s all I ask of you...”

The crowd began their applause as Y/N began her reverie as Christine.

“I must go they’ll wonder where I am! Raoul wait for me!” Y/N exclaimed. Oikawa lets her hands go with a kiss on her dainty wrist.

“Christine I love you!”

“Order your fine horses! Be with them at the door!”

“And soon you’ll be beside me!”

“You’ll guard me and you’ll guide me.”

And with that Y/N and Oikawa rushed off stage to the thundering applause. Tendou backed away quickly to avoid the two as they rejoiced in the privacy of the wings. He clutched his chest pulling his black shirt away in an attempt to loosen the uncomfortable friction in his chest.

“If it wasn’t clear then Y/N I hope it is now. Will you marry me?” Oikawa asked looking into her eyes. A slight squeal from Y/N gave him his answer and they two kissed once more before running into the green room where they were greeted with a loud round of “Congratulations!”

Meanwhile, on stage, Atsumu was singing the Phantom’s soliloquy but even with the mask propped on his face he couldn’t hide the smile that was emerging in happiness for his fellow cast members,.

Tendou turned his headset back on and listened to the jibber jabber of the stagehands who were prepping for the next scene where the chandelier would crash onto the stage. Tendou wiped his face off to make it look as though he had a possible allergy attack and had not been mourning the loss of the love of his life.

Gripping the mic he spoke quickly.

“Hey, I just got an emergency text from my landlord. My apartment’s flooded and I need to go.” he lied. He didn’t bother to thank whoever agreed to relieve him and ripped his headset off throwing it to the side and narrowly avoiding the influx of cast members on his way out of the theater.

Tendou didn’t bother to check his phone when he got home. He made a beeline for his bedroom throwing his backpack aggressively against the wall most likely shattering his computer screen and his phone. Throwing himself on the bed in a true theater fashion he drowned the pillows on his bed in salty tears. They were bitter. Filled with jealousy. All his life he’d only ever had one person who was there for him and it was Y/N. But now she was gone.

“Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you. Y/N... That’s all I ask of you...”

Tendou silently sobbed himself to sleep that night with the once dreamlike images of Y/N now torturing him as dubious nightmares.

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You were in the green room with your fiancé’s arm tucking you into his side. Your giddy expression hadn’t left your face since the moment Oikawa had proposed to you.

It was such a perfect proposal and the audience ate it up! You were fairly certain that there had been several reporters and critics in the audience. You loved Oikawa and this along with his proposal was the beginning of a brand new world for the two of you.

Looking around the green room, everyone was prepping to leave for the night. Y/N couldn’t find Tendou and felt like something was off since he wasn’t there to greet her with a warm chamomile tea and a bao bun like usual.

“Tooru, love I’m going to go get my phone but let’s head home once I grab it.” You whispered in his ear. Oikawa giggled in her ear and let her go. As you packed up your belongings, you texted Tendou asking him where he was.

You got no response.

You shrugged it off thinking that maybe he’d headed home and his phone may have died. You and your fiancé headed out of the theater with a cheerful goodbye heading to your apartment happy as could be.

When you got home, you had barely unlocked the door when Oikawa’s lips met yours in a fiery passion. Together your lips danced together as small noises escaped your mouth hungrily eaten up by Oikawa as he pushed you into a wall closing the door with a kick of his foot.

Oikawa picked you up and carried you into your shared bedroom as you continued to make out ferociously. Biting his bottom lip your tongue entered his mouth exploring the crevices inside. Oikawa’s nimble fingers made quick work of disposing of your shirt and bra.

“God Y/N... I was thinking about this all night. The moment you said yes I wanted to whisk you away back here.” Oikawa growled as he bit your ear and began to kiss the underside of your jaw as you mewled.

Your passionate night was uninterrupted by the silence of your phone. You didn’t even bother to look at it until the next day.

In your messages, your text to Tendou remained on delivered. Achingly you fumbled against the nightstand looking for your cellphone.

Right as you grabbed it a text from Tendou appeared.

Y/N.

I wanted to tell you from the moment that I met you that I liked you. We had all the same interests and together we were unstoppable as stage manager and lead! I guess it’s times like these where I am reminded of the day we met.

I would never treat you any different than the way you treat me.

I love you. I have for years and I will never stop loving you. But I know you love Oinky right? sorry that’s what Waka-kun calls him lol! Anyway, I’ll see you around.

You were speechless. For years you had had some inkling that maybe Tendou saw you more than a friend but despite having been friends for so long, you had never felt as though they were genuine. Fleeting moments of hello and goodbye.

Unbeknownst to Tendou, is that you still love him even if it would never be reciprocated. All Tendou wanted to ask you was to keep him together.

The End.

Please Note:

I am the original owner of this work which was previously posted on my now side blog @squiddlie. Please do not assume that this is plagiarized work.

#haikyuu!!#one shots #theatre au #tendou satori x f!reader #tendou x reader #oikawa tooru x f!reader #angst #fluff #phantom of the opera #music #songfics

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keiziahknight1886 · 4 years

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[Change (A Connor x Reader story based on Detroit: Become Human)]

MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR Hey, it's Kei! I'm so excited to start and write this story since I had the idea! First off, shout out to my good sis @findart.me (https://www.instagram.com/findart.me/?hl=en) for going through this adventure with me and for making these covers!! Omg it was so hard to choose but I chose the one I liked the most HAHAHA.

I'm in love with Detroit: Become Human and so I became DBH trash lol. I had been looking for fanfics about DBH, specifically Connor since I'm in love with the smol bean. There are a lot of stories about Connor and I love each and every one of them and I've seen the trope of being Hank's daughter and the more I read I wanted something more that I don't think I've seen yet. I mean I have seen something similar but not completely the plot that I was looking for so I decided to write my own.

Keep in mind, I have no idea about some of the details in the story like how police work actually work so I just trusted google with the research lol so please don't pay attention to the wrong things since it is just a fanfiction and I'm not the best at writing.

I'll be pushing to write all of this in the same canon of the game but with the inclusion of reader since there are more paths and whatnot and just- basically I'm adding canon and non canon stuff together so-

SPOILER ALERT!!! I want to make it as real game as possible so that we can have that feeling that it's not too far from the game and it could actually exist, I don't know if you guys get me but I want this to be as close to game reality as possible so that we could really feel close to Connor and the other characters. Now keep in mind that I just went through the game like only a few times (I have yet to complete it a hundred percent because God knows that take HOURS like omg one chapter is like 4-7 hours of replay) so as detailed of this as I want I may get some things wrong. Anyway that's enough about me, feel free to comment as much as you like if there are mistakes and hope you guys enjoy the Detroit: Change experience! Note: *The reader will be female *Mostly on 2nd person, rotating between Connor and reader *I copied some of the texts from the original game's script to make it more immersive, please don't clock me on that lol *I already finished the story but I'll be posting them daily for pacing and checking purposes. *Major credits to the original creators, I can only take credit for the plot and story itself but as for the characters that will be use on this story they solely belong to their owners.

Prologue

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Y/n Anderson is her name.

She grew up in a loving environment and she loved her family more than anything. She grew up with a lot of love from her parents but she was particularly a daddy's girl, holding him high up on a pedestal and hoping to one day achieve as many great things as him.

She looked up to her father who was top of his class and was also a valedictorian, he was a very intelligent and talented man and so she wanted to follow in his footsteps. That, and he constantly spoiled her and showered her with love and gifts that sometimes her mother says it's too much.

Because of her desire to make her father proud she studied and worked hard to pass every exam she could and when the time came for her to take the exam for Criminology she passed with flying colors, both parents couldn't be prouder.

It was one of the happiest moments in Y/n's 18 years of life and she had another reason to celebrate because her parents had just announced that her mother was yet again pregnant and that she was going to finally have a little sibling.

She believed she had it all and couldn't have been more content with her life. Her years had been filled with love and laughter and when her younger brother came into their world their family became even better. Their family even got bigger when they got Sumo, the fluffy giant Saint Bernard, for one of her brother's birthdays.

Y/n's life was good, she was a great student and also graduated a valedictorian like her father and when she started working with him at the same precinct in the Detroit Police Department, she felt pride in herself and of course, her father was proud of her as well.

He made it known to just about everyone there what his daughter achieved and although it was embarrassing she was still happy. She loved her job of fighting crime, helping people, and saving lives.

But all that happiness ended when a series of unfortunate events took her brother's life, the one life that mattered to her the most, the one life she couldn't save.

An accident cost the life of her brother, this changed her life and perfect family into a living disaster.

Her father, whom she looked up to, decided to turn to alcohol to remedy the pain. Her mother had had enough of her father's drinking problem and his sometimes downright horrible attitude on top of the tragedy and it ultimately broke them apart.

When the divorce happened it left her in the middle, broken and lost.

Years passed by and her relationship with her parents deteriorated, still, she continued working at the same precinct as her father and stayed with him in fear that if he was truly left alone something bad would happen. Early on, her father showed signs of depression and her mother couldn't seem to handle it so she took it upon herself as the eldest daughter to look after him. She went with him when her parents decided to sell their house after the divorce and although the house he got wasn't the best she stayed with him.

When he would drink himself to the brink of alcohol poisoning she was there in the hospital waiting for him to get better, she had been nothing but patient when he would lash out at her and yell out hurtful words and she would be the one to apologize to whoever it was that his father pissed off.

What really drove her to yell at him was when she found out one night that he had been playing Russian roulette. She screamed and cried and he screamed in turn, not caring that his only daughter was crying over his actions. This went on to the early morning until Y/n finally had enough. She locked herself in her room silently crying while her father slammed the front door shut to get drunk somewhere other than home.

This was when their relationship finally broke.

Y/n still stayed at their home but would go out early and return when she knew her father wouldn't be home, she avoided him at all cost but would also watch over him when he was passed out drunk or just too tired to even get to bed.

Even at the precinct, she would make sure to avoid him by taking more assignments and never being in the same area for more than a few minutes at a time.

Her father didn't seem to mind, in fact, he didn't even show a smidge of regret or sadness and that hurt her even more. She had hoped that after a few days of it being like that he would come up to her and apologize but days turned into weeks and then into months.

It had been three years since her brother passed, three years since her parents seemed to have lost care for her, three long years of her father forgetting that he had another child that had done nothing but love and care for him. Y/n's life changed and even though she was trying to pull her life together nothing seemed to be changing for the better.

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AUG 15TH, 2038 PM 08:45:29

"Ma'am it's okay, I've just heard that the situation is under control." The soothing voice of a woman spoke as the sounds of sirens, helicopters, and yelling echoed around the area.

Lights of red and blue shone as the woman with a soothing voice slowly pats the back of another woman who looked ragged and is having a panic attack.

The woman had h/l h/c hair and was wearing a black bomber jacket, tight dark blue pants, and combat boots. Her badge was attached to her hip and it signified her position as a police detective.

"It's not okay! They sent an android to save my daughter!"

"Detective Anderson, we've got a new report." an officer spoke up and Y/n sighed.

"Lay it on me."

"The negotiator was successful, the girl's safe."

Y/n smiled and looked at the woman who was now looking at them and crying in relief.

"I'll go check on your daughter, please stay here and I'll make sure to bring her to you."

"Please... Please make sure my baby is safe." she sobbed and Y/n gave her another pat.

Detective Y/n Anderson, age 27, was one of the people who responded to the hostage situation since she was around the area patrolling with officers Deckart and Wilson, they were just having a chat when it happened. At that time, the three of them rushed into the scene after Y/n called for backup and there they met the android who shot

its owner and was taking a little girl hostage.

They had a standoff and Deckart was shot dead in the living room. She tried to negotiate with it with Wilson but the mother of the girl was screaming which had added stress to the situation. When it went to the outside, Wilson followed while Y/n tried to stop the mother from going further.

She continued to stop the mother from moving and potentially endangering herself, she heard another gunshot from outside along with a yell of pain and when she looked, the android was now on the edge while Wilson's body laid on the ground.

When the SWAT team finally arrived, Y/n had briefed the captain, Allen, about the situation and she was given the task to help secure the area downstairs.

After hearing that the situation had finally been defused, Y/n made her way up but not before noticing a taxi leaving the area. She looked at it in confusion for a bit since taxis shouldn't have been allowed in the area but disregarded it.

When she was upstairs, the SWAT team was clearing up and she went straight to the crying girl being treated by one of the medics. Y/n kneeled down in front of the girl and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Hey, there little one, my name's Detective Y/n Anderson and your mom sent me. You're going to be okay now, I'll take you down when you're done getting patched up, okay?" she smiled softly at the girl who sniffled and nodded.

"How's downstairs, Anderson?"

She turned to look at Captain Allen who looked less tense than when she first saw him tonight, she gave him a soft smile and a salute.

"Captain, all's well and handled downstairs. Great work up here."

"Yeah well, that piece of plastic gave us more trouble than its worth." Allen frowned and glanced at the little girl.

"You managed to convince it though, that's less innocent lives tonight."

"Yeah, well... We didn't do the convincing. Cyberlife sent this detective android in."

"A detective android?" Y/n raised an eyebrow and slightly tilted her head, she's never heard of a detective android before.

"Yeah, the thing managed to do the job but if they make more of that thing it'll be trouble for us."

"Well, let's hope it's a one-time thing then. Cyberlife probably just wanted to remedy their own problem."

"Yeah, well here's to hoping I don't see it again."

"She's done." the medic spoke up which got both of their attentions.

"You taking her?" Allen asked and Y/n nodded.

"Yep, told her mother I'd make sure she was safe."

"I'll leave her to you before we process things then."

"You got it."

Y/n gave a small salute to Allen who just gave a tiny chuckle and patted her shoulder in return. It wasn't a secret that Y/n was a talented detective, she was talented in many areas and, in turn. she's made friends and connections within the force. Most people liked her and those who really knew about her situation pitted her and hopes that she had a better life than she did now.

"Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you to momma."

Y/n extended her hand towards the girl and she took her hand, the little girl was still shaking but she seemed to have relaxed a little after Y/n squeezed her hand.

"What's your name?"

"Emma." the little girl answered quietly and she could understand why.

"Well, Emma, I'm going to make sure you and you're mom are taken care of."

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After the exhausting day she had, Y/n finally got home. She was dead tired and she could feel her eyes closing as she entered the house. A loud bark was heard as she entered and she couldn't help but giggle and pet the big fluffy dog that walked towards her.

"Hey there, Sumo. Sorry but Y/n's a little tired right now." she spoke softly as she patted the dog's head.

Sumo walked over to the couch and when she followed her eyes landed on her father who was passed out on the couch, again.

Y/n sighed before removing her jacket and putting it on the table where she saw the picture frame of her brother facing down, she frowned and shook her head and went to pick her father up. As she moved, she accidentally kicked a bottle on the floor and she looked at it in disgust.

"Be quiet while I move him okay, bud?"

Sumo whimpered softly before going to his own little doggie space and laying down. Y/n, who was already used to this, grabbed her father and slung his arm around her shoulder.

"Move." she groaned.

It felt like it took forever to move her father but when she finally placed him on the bed she took off his shoes and socks and covered him with a blanket. She looked at him one last time before leaving for her own bed.

When she finally laid down she felt almost everything shut down, she didn't even care if she hasn't changed, all she wanted now was to sleep.

As Y/n's eyes fluttered close to accept the sweet release of slumber, a loud alarm sounded and she jumped off of the bed. She looked around with adrenaline coursing through her and when she looked at her alarm clock it was already time for work again.

"Agh!" she let out a scream of frustration before throwing herself to the bed again.

Y/n laid down on her bed before ultimately decided to get up again for a shower and fresh change of clothes, begrudgingly getting ready for another workday ahead.

xX0Xx Chapter One

#detroit become human #detroit become human x reader #detroit become human connor x reader #connor #rk800 #x reader #reader insert #connor x reader #dbh connor #reader is an anderson #hank anderson #rk800 connor

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bookworming-101 · 3 years

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Alright, this review might be shorter then I’ll like due to the fact that tumblr is giving me such an issue these past few days???

Rant: It hasn’t let me upload any new posts or queues, hasnt let me upload photos and won’t let me write anything in the text boxes/ lines/ place. I’m able to click it and all that BUT ITS NOT LOADING AS OF TODAY (11/12/2020) and let me tell you I am alot more frustrated than I wish to be about it >:( Has anyone figured out what’s going on? It is an outage? Ugh!!

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Now moving on to the actual review:

Gideon the Ninth had me from the cover. I remember walking by a table seeing the cover and being like yup I’m purchasing this along with the “approved” list of books I had originally been purchasing for that day.

And, let me tell you guys, it’s insanely unique. Unique in the story, the plot, the ideas- the world was cool.

However, while I did enjoy the book for reasons I hope to briefly list later, this book is absolutely a “show more than tell” book. You might understand this, you might not- and I’ll explain. Writers, as we know, all have their personalized touch. Their flourishes of crossing their t’s and dotting their i’s. But, there’s two styles in which I’ve found throughout my time reading over these years. Books that tell you things about the world through the dialogue of the character in the sense of like the Hunger Games about the mockingjay. “They can only mimic what they heard, Katniss” versus what Tamsyn, in all her writing glory, shows us; the world. i improv here but hopefully you get the just. “Harrow wore the white paint, black in the hollows of her cheeks, creating lines of teeth over her lips...” etc.

The latter is what forms the meat of this book. It is a solar system of culture, religion (in a way) and overall, a new environment in which description plays an extensive role in painting the picture of the setting. And it is because of this that everything else seems to blur a little too much in the background of things.

I liked the characters, but I didnt love them. I felt their relationship was utterly complex and that the pushing of scenes between them was overly simplified and watered down to create a dynamic. But, I also understood this story touched on this enemies to friends trope- so I’m not altogether upset with this, just a smidge disappointed.

Now, the action, i absolutely loved. I kid you not- theres at least 30 pages of a necromaner/ sword/ demon(?)esque making via necromancer that was insane. I was even more impressed by the vernacular and the “magic” of it all. The shields of bubbly yellow fat (this is a REAL part of the book) that protects one character I could picture so avidly I was like- YES, THIS IS THE GRITTINESS OF WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A NECROMANER- And I LOVED IT. Especially because, again, description is Tamsyn’s skill.

But, overall, I was left a little confused (although not deterred because I do wish to read the next book). Because of this “show not tell” aspect, there were some “revelations” that I did not quite grasp the severity of because it didnt feel severe enough to warrant more than a mention here or there. There were also inferences that escaped my senses as well because again, the showing and haunted palace that is the scene took precedence over every else.

So, overall, Gideon the Ninth is truly a story that you can picture to the T. However, it’s aimed very specifically for some readers and because it is as such, I would suggest reading the first chapter before anything else.

Because again, it is very much a “niche” style of writing.

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chartreuse-gale · 4 years

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Dragon Warrior/Quest ramblings/collective review

I rant about the Dragon Quest franchise a lot.

Two of my video game pet peeves are when people laude the original Dragon Warrior/Dragon Quest as ground breaking (it’s not, see Wizardy/Ultima), or the great grandfather of JRPGs (it’s not, see Hydlide/Dragon Slayer/Fantasian/) I’m generally not a fan of silent protagonists. I rarely identify enough with a character to feel like I’m “in” the game, so I prefer to be playing the role of a character with some kind of dialogue and a personality. Every dragon quest (that I’ve played) has a silent protagonist. That said, I do have some love for the series. I’ve suddenly found myself interested in giving Dragon Quest XI a spin, but instead I went back to Dragon Warrior IV. I remembered liking it as a kid and I’m happy to say I’ve been having as much fun playing it now as I remember having back then. Here are my thoughts on the dragon quest games separated into the ones I’ve finished and the ones I haven’t (mainline only).

Games I’ve Finished

Dragon Quest: This is grinding the game.

Strategy is almost nonexistent in the battle system outside of “Grind XP to LVL UP/Gold to buy better equipment”. You have 1 character and you never fight more than 1 enemy, so all fights are one-on-one. There isn’t any equipment with special traits or functions (just better Attack/Defense). You get access to a total of 6 spells in the game: Heal Heal More Heal Most Hurt Hurt More Hurt Most (these last 3 are usually a waste of MP) The plot is linear (except for potentially at the very end of the game). At least there’s a decent amount of exploration. Worse than Final fantasy I and Phantasy Star I by far, but to be fair, Enix did better with Dragon Quest II, which beat both of these competitors to the punch. Dragon Quest II: So much better than the original.

The grind is mediated by choices that matter in regards to equipment and combat. Also, you have an actual party this time (of 3), Also, Also, you can fight multiple enemies at the same time. Dragon Quest II added a much wider variety of spells (buff, debuff, and elemental damage spells); Equipment that had special functions when used as an item in combat (e.g. the Lightning Staff can cast whoosh), and a smidge more plot. Many people say more grinding is required in II than in the original, but I would argue that Dragon Quest I is nothing but grinding whereas Dragon Quest II breaks up the monotony with a dose of strategy. Comparable to Final Fantasy I. Far worse than Phantasy Star I. Dragon Quest V: Decent.

Also the first game originating on the Super Famicom (although we didn’t get an official English translation till the DS remake)

Allows for a party of 3 (4 in the DS remake). Considered groundbreaking by many for it’s monster recruitment system but it wasn’t the first game to have one by any means (Megami Tensei beat it by 5 years and Wizardry IV by 4). The game is divided into sections based on time periods as you grow from a kid to a teen to an adult, which is a cool way of pacing the games content, and gives you a little more perspective on the setting than you typically get in a Dragon Quest game. Characters are mostly boring outside of one (or two) of the love interests. Did I mention this game has love interests? I think I would have liked it better if there was only one, because it punched me in the heart for not picking the one it leads up to as the primary love interest (who also happens to be the canon one). Has really frustrating setting/plot-gender dynamics with two characters late in the game who I won’t name because spoilers.

Games I’ve Played but haven’t finished

Dragon Quest III: My least favorite game in the series (out of the ones I’ve played).

This time you have a protagonist and you can hire adventures to join you on your quest. They are all nobody characters. Their personalities are assigned at random, and (from what I can tell) only effect their growth. There’s no fucking dialogue with them (which is something I expected after DQ II). Personalities and seeds are fucking annoying, because both of them are random, have huge differences in their effects, and their effects make a huge difference in character capabilities, so it makes me want to spend hours saving/reloading until I get the effects I want. Fuck this game for introducing seeds to the series which appeared in many Dragon Quest games after this (thankfully I haven’t run into personalities again yet). Often lauded for having the “groundbreaking” option of changing character classes/jobs. Yes this came out before Final Fantasy III (Japan), but I would like to make the following points: - Final Fantasy I let you pick your character classes (which came out beforehand) - Final Fantasy III had a class change system you could actually make use of throughout the game (unlike DQ III where you need to get about halfway through the game first) - The original Wizardry came out 7 years earlier and also had a much more accessible class change system than DQ III I played very little of Dragon Quest III (I dropped it before even getting to my 2nd town). Two great thing about this games: It’s the first in the series to give you the option of playing as a woman, and I heard it’s the game that introduced the casino/mini games to the franchise. Dragon Quest IV: This game is Great! Also, Unlike the first three games in the series, Dragon Quest IV might actually be groundbreaking. You ever play Wild Arms I, II, or III? Did you enjoy playing through the prologues that introduce your early party members? Well Dragon Quest IV does a similar thing: The game is divided into chapters. Each chapter has a different protagonist. In their chapter you play them as silent protagonist, but when you encounter them later in the game they have dialogue. This does a lot to develop much of the cast, because you can see how people react to/talk with them and later on you can see how they engage with the player character (who you’re actually introduced to last). The cast is great and falls into a mix of both very old school and very uncommon tropes for a JRPG: You have an aging knight who goes on a mission to rescue children and then goes on a journey to find more about the ominous forces behind their kidnappers (Ragnar). Then there’s a princess who wants to go on an adventure against her fathers wishes so she kicks a hole in the wall of her room and jumps out of the castle (Alena); she’s joined by a young priest (Cristo) and an elderly mage (Brey) employed by her father, who give up on bringing her home and instead ask to travel with her to help her out. Next you have a merchant who wants to raise enough money to buy his own storefront (Taloon). After that you play a Fortune Teller (Nara) who travels with her dancer sister (Mara) on a quest to avenge the death of their father (an alchemist who was murdered by his apprentice). Each chapter ends on a climax related to motivations/goals of its lead character and each chapter shows more of the world/gives out more info on what is going on behind the scenes. While you actively control the primary characters of a chapter other characters are either controlled completely by AI (in chapters I-IV), or loosely follow a tactical strategy you select (chapter V). I’ve been getting on fine with it, but this might be a deal breaker for some. The music is better than any of the Dragon Quest games I’ve finished (and what I’ve heard from any of the ones I’ve played, but not finished). A remake of this game has an interesting flaw: they cut all the party chart dialogue from the foreign language versions of the DS version; so if you don’t know Japanese, you’ll probably miss out on a lot of character interaction with that version. (I heard this had something to do with concerns that the game wouldn’t make enough sales to cover translation costs of the party chart [which was reputedly two thirds of the game’s script]). Dragon Quest VI Honestly I’ve barely played this one. You have actual characters for party members (a big plus in my book). I’ve heard there’s a job system as well. Plot/setting seem decently interesting on first glance. I might come back to this one later. Dragon Quest VIII I got about halfway through this one.

They included a character-specific skill tree system which is cool, except that there are objectively best routes to take for some (possibly all?) characters and these best routes are not even close to obvious from the outset. It introduced a pretty fun crafting system.

There’s a decent cast of characters, but they don’t have quite enough going on for my tastes (my fave is Yangus). Plot has an interesting premise, but feels very barebones, and the environments/towns/npcs aren’t very interesting (maybe about as good as DQV, but worse than IV).

This game gets lauded for the 3D models of characters/enemies, but honestly I’ve never been a fan of the character designs of Dragon Quest (especially the monsters), so I feel pretty “meh” about it outside of being able to see your party members in combat (for I think the first time in the series), which is very nice. The music is very ambient a lot of the time. It does a good job of fitting melancholy moments, but doesn’t do such a great job of building excitement during battles and high-tension events. Dragon Quest IX This game feels a lot like Dragon Quest III.

You don’t have any actual characters, you just recruit them and use them in battle (no meaningful intraparty dialogue, character development, etc.) I think I played around 10-20 hours before dropping it.

Final Thoughts

Dragon Quest games vary from game to game in terms of gameplay mechanics, but they vary a great deal more when it comes to characters.

If you like having a lot of control over your party composition and don’t care about having characters with personality, you might like Dragon Quest III, V, or IX.

If you want a party comprised of characters who interact, have personalities, and might even develop over time, you might like Dragon Quest IV, or (sort of) VIII (I haven’t played much of VI, or any of VII or XI, but I heard they also fall into this camp). If you want to play an old school, 8-Bit JRPG that launched a spectacular franchise, might have actually been ground-breaking for its time, and is still fun to play today, check out the original Phantasy Star. . . . . . . (at least, for me it’s still fun to this day) [notes: - edited some typos, and mistakes most notably regarding the Hurt series of spells in Dragon Quest I - Revised some word choices - Added a comment about being able to see your party in combat in Dragon Quest VIII]

#Dragon Warrior #Dragon Quest #Dragon Warrior IV #Dragon Quest IV #Dragon Quest II #Dragon Warrior II #Dragon Quest III #Dragon Warrior III #Dragon Quest V #Dragon Quest VI #Dragon Quest VIII #I'm generally not a fan of silent protagonists

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terranatior · 4 years

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@paperthinrevolutionary asked ☆～（ゝ。∂）, ❤️ , †

For the hc meme here and tumblr broke the ask SO. I’m moving it to a new post thanks

☆～（ゝ。∂）= How the character greets people

Scott tends to default to his ‘Hello, Hello!’ like in his phone calls haha. He tends to be more hesitant when greeting people outside of his work environment. The Manager Persona is strong tm but don’t expect him to make first contact if you see him grocery shopping or something when he’s off work.

Scott also tends to give small sheepish little waves if his hand isn’t occupied with something else.

Jeremy’s not the most talkative of fellas, so he generally just grunts in the person’s general direction and lifts his head to show he’s seen them.

Maverick has his stupid HEY HEY! like on his phone calls. He tends to shout it and rolls it into a rhyme with the person’s name (Tan the Man; Van(ny) with the Plan(y)) even if the rhyme doesn’t really make sense. If he’s got something to say he immediately launches into it without giving the other person much of a chance to respond to anything. He’s also very touchy, and enjoys clasping shoulders or throwing his arms around people.

♥ = Character’s preference for relationships (sexuality, type of person, etc.)

Scott is gay; but closeted due to stigma in the time period. He has a tendency to fall for those that aren’t the best for him…idk man idk he’s a hopeless man who falls for terrible terrible men who give him a smidge of positive attention. He falls hard when he gets caught catching feelings.

Jeremy is straight; probably somewhere on the ace spectrum if he knew what it was. He tried to do the whole white picket fence lifestyle and shacked up with his highschool sweetheart but once they actually had a kid and started a life together he struggled to keep being the breadwinner of the family while she stayed home with their daughter. The divorce came hard and though he doesn’t miss his ex-wife, the thought of losing his daughter keeps him from rolling over and giving up.

He doesn’t have another romantic relationship after his divorce.

Maverick is pan and genuinely just here to have a good time. He knows he’s a lot to take in and long lasting relationships are not his strong suit. Most people aren’t going to stick around while he sinks his entire being into his newest Fright Scheme.

† = How the character feels about murder

I mean……..is this. A question that needs answering? LMFAO.

Scott is…morally against it and learning the truth behind the missing children incident genuinely broke his spirit and trust in the one person he’d given his heart away to.

But on the other hand? Working at Freddy’s involves a lot of denial and grey areas when it comes to murder? I guess? Like he’s aware that the Night Guards end up getting murdered by the animatronics but he’s also like???? What am I supposed to do???? How can I help? Does this count as a natural cause? Is it really murder? It’s more like an accident? The Fredbear incident with his brother when he was younger also painted him as a murderer? So he’s. He’s just having a bad time all in all and knows his hands will never truly be clean.

Jeremy is also against it but understands that self defense is a very much real thing. Much more open about the idea of a grey area but he isn’t about to go...chopping anyone up.

Though Fazbear’s gets some very choice words and he earns a police escort away after the bite that claims his daughter.

Maverick is very desensitized to the concept due to his fascination with gore but he does know when to put that on the back burner and realize that hey. Shit’s fucked up.

If he learns the truth about what Isaac and Vanny are doing in the Fright he would immediately try and turn them in after processing that they are really hurting people. Whether he’d be successful or not....well. Hm.

#Thank you for enabling me...................#Scott Calder #Maverick Miller #Jeremy #My Guards #Gently holds Scott #and pushes Maverick to the fucking ground #Long Post

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tooshytobeabooktuber · 4 years

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Song of the Dryad by Natalia Leigh Book Chat *Spoilers*

This year I have been trying really hard to expand my horizons as a reader. So, I’ve been seeking out books that aren’t widely discussed on book blogs and book tube. I have also been trying to read more books that are self published because I think it is really important to support indie authors, as an aspiring writer myself.

Well guys, if you’re looking for a new indie author to support I have just the one. Anyone mildly familiar with the author community on Youtube has probably come across one of Natalia Leigh’s videos. As I begun my deep dive to find indie authors she was one of the first ones I stumbled across. So, I bought her book. And I have A LOT of thoughts.

Overview-

Song of the Dryad is a contemporary young adult fantasy novel set in a fictional Colorado town. The protagonist, Charlotte Barclay, lives a typical life with her family. That is until one day her mother is kidnapped by fairies (that’s right you heard me) and she is whisked into their world and sent on an adventurous quest to get her mother back and restore magic to the fae. I gave this book four stars, I really really loved it. However, I will explain later why this didn’t quite make it to five stars in my opinion.

Writing-

One thing Natalia Leigh did excellently was establishing and maintaining the atmosphere. The perpetual fall setting gave the book a very cozy and quaint vibe that I LOVED. The prose were cohesive and relatively clean throughout the whole thing. I could tell that this was really well edited. However, one *teensy* criticism, there was a lot of pointless exposition in the very beginning that felt a little tedious. I understand that the story had to be set up correctly or the reader would have been totally lost, but it felt like Leigh did the majority of the heavy lifting and didn’t let the reader infer or come to understand anything about the characters. Other than that, there were several moments when figurative language and imagery were done really nicely (and I CAN’T STAND dumb figurative language so kudos to her). Overall, it read fairly easy and had few pacing errors.

Plot-

Okay, this is where I think the story lacked the most. The plot had a very small scope, which isn’t necessarily an issue, but I felt like there were some moments when things just didn’t quite add up. For example (SPOILERS AHEAD) shortly after Charlotte’s mom disappeared the news was broadcasted on television to the entire town. Her best friend, Melanie, found out about it from seeing it on the news. This caused one of the major conflicts for the contemporary plot and I thought it was a little dumb. Your best friend’s mom goes MISSING and you’re mad??? at her??? for not telling you right away? I feel like this conflict could have been replaced with something a little more fantastical, or at the very least interesting. Also, I felt like for the first 40% of the book, there was NO sense of urgency. HER MOM WAS MISSING AND SHE WAS DILLY DALLYING AROUND FOR THE FIRST HALF FALLING IN LOVE. But, I must say, the romance was very cute. This sense of urgency did pick up later in the book, but I feel like it could have been handled a smidge better. (By presenting these criticisms I am in no way attacking the author. I really respect her as an artist and I overall really loved this book, but I can’t shy away from talking about the few issues I did have with this book).

The things I really liked about the plot were the Wiccan elements woven through the story and the side characters we got to follow. I thought those were real strengths of the novel. The magic was pretty low key for the majority of book but when it was shown I LOVED LOVED LOVED how whimsical and cute it was. The way the subplots were woven into the main plot was also handled extremely well imo. I loved how things wrapped up and I was basically sobbing by the end so go Natalia!

Characters-

As previously mentioned, this novel had a lot of interesting and diverse side characters. I enjoyed Charlotte and the love interest (Arthur). But, I think characters like Aspen and Freddie (a f/f couple might I add), Mrs. Nolan, and Loreena?? (Is that how it is spelled?) all brought unique and exciting arcs to the table. Also..... the damn naiad.... super cool. Just saying. I don’t have many complaints about characterization EXCEPT for Melanie.

Fuck Melanie.

She’s officially on my shit list. I don’t think this is really the author’s fault, but GOD I hated her. I did feel like her characterization was a wee bit weak, but the reason I disliked her was because she was so damn hard to root for. I don’t think she was a good friend to Charlotte until the very end and there wasn’t really a strong resolution to the conflict between them (but that is a plotting error). I thought Melanie was incredibly shallow throughout the majority of the novel and then did a complete 180 when it was convenient. Yeah, that was a no from me.

Some final thoughts-

This book tackled a lot in regard of theme. I really enjoy the trope presented in this book where, as a result of actions done by the humans that negatively impact the environment, magic/the magical world is somehow jeopardized or even begins to fight back. I LOVE THAT. I think it ties fantasy with problems facing the modern world in a relevant and interesting way. I loved that aspect of this book especially considering the good guys won in the end against the evil company tearing down Greenwood forest. This book had a really happy ending and the set up and payoff was SPOT ON, but it still left room for a sequel (I STILL HAVE QUESTIONS NATALIA WHERE IS BOOK TWO???? haha just kidding). Overall if you’re looking for a really fun and cozy contemporary fantasy with a guaranteed happy ending, I 100% recommend this book.

I hope you enjoyed my first book review guys! If you read the whole thing you’re a real trouper because I talk A LOT. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. If you’ve read Song of the Dryad and have additional thoughts please feel free to leave a comment. I would love to discuss it further with you.

Love and Light always :) Florence <3

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thisbiasedlife · 5 years

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A New Livelihood (Werewolf! Jimin x Werewolf! Reader) Chapter 6

Note: Hey everyone! I know it has been a minute. I am so sorry about that. I hope this chapter is worth the wait and that everyone enjoys it. If you do like it, please leave me some love in my inbox. It really does motivate me to keep going.

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

Genre: Fluff, Maybe a smidge of angst

Rating: PG - PG13 (for this chapter)

Characters: Aera (Reader), BTS, and Jung (Reader’s brother)

Word Count: 4.16k

Summary: Aera (or really Y/N) belongs to a pack of more traditional werewolf values led by her brother, Jung (or really Y/B/N). The very brother that murdered their parents in cold blood solely for the purpose of ascending to the position of Alpha. With her tyrant brother in control, Aera (or Y/N) is forced into a mating ritual with a rival pack in order to cement their alliance with her own pack. Things take a turn for confusing when this forced ceremony turns out to be far from forced. Aera (Y/N) must learn to adapt to an entirely different lifestyle, one that stands in drastic contrast from her own, while simultaneously navigating the confusing and passionate nature that is the mating bond.

*Events in this chapter take place about two weeks following chapter 5*

It had been two weeks since I had come clean to the whole pack about the unspeakable horrors I had committed. Too afraid to say the words from my own mouth to anyone but Jimin, I had broadcasted it through the shared mind network of the pack. Their response, as soon as I had worked up the courage to head downstairs to hear it (with the help of Jimin of course), had been absent of judgment. Sure, they acknowledged that what I had done was bad, but they had also acknowledged my reasons for it. I was a tool, used by someone evil they had said. I was no more guilty than a wrench or a rake, as I had absolutely no choice in the matter. I had argued that I could have just let my brother kill me and died a pure person, but they did not fault me for having the desire to live. They had understood, beyond my comprehension, the evils of the supernatural world and the reasons for my actions. They asked only that I try to do better and leave it all in the past. I would do my very best to be the person that I wanted to be all those years that I had been trapped in that darkness. There were no more excuses for not rising out of my metaphorical ashes.

My rebirth could not seem to have come soon enough before I began to get nauseous at smells that previously didn’t bother me. Morning sickness quickly followed with a miserable intensity. I had heard, from female elders of my old pack that this was consistent with conception of a child. That it was a sign of pregnancy. Generally, in sort of an uncomfortable fashion, the males were able to sense the pheromones of a pregnant female before she herself knew. I had yet to hear anything from any of the guys. Though, I supposed it would have been uncharacteristically rude for anyone but Jimin or Namjoon to acknowledge it. Thus, I remained relatively uncertain. My exposure to the pheromones of pregnant females in my old pack had been brief, as they were usually sequestered from the rest of the pack after it was discovered that they were pregnant. There were unfamiliar smells in the house where Bangtan resided, but new smells came and went all the time. Far be it from me, to know if any of the smells were indicative of my being pregnant. I had also noted that none of the guys appeared to have ever been around a newly pregnant female wolf, with Jimin being the first to acquire his mate. Maybe, they had no idea what the smell of pregnancy was, even if it had been driving them absolutely crazy this whole time. It would be rude to ask me if that was coming from me, right?

Part of me was human and part was wolf. By that logic, I should be able to go into town and buy a pregnancy test to clear it all up, right? But what if I didn’t like what the test had to say? What if I wasn’t ready to be a parent? I was still sorting through my demons and finding out who I was in my new life. That would surely be a confusing environment to bring a baby up in. Plus, Jimin and I were still technically young. Was he even ready for a baby? Did he want one? What would it mean for his career that he had worked so hard to achieve? I surely couldn’t ask him to give that up for me, no matter how much he claimed that he liked me.

I had decided that, to distract myself form the myriad of questions that racked my brain, I would head into town to pick up a pregnancy test. Maybe it would end my suffering by telling me I wasn’t pregnant and had nothing to worry about. Maybe I was just sick.

I would first have to clear my expedition with Namjoon though. Things had been relatively quiet and I had healed up just fine, so I was pretty sure he would let me go with little resistance. I ventured to the living room where he was sitting with Yoongi and Jin watching some TV, in one of their rare moments of relaxation. “Namjoon-nim would it be okay if I went into town today to do a little shopping?” I asked leaving out just what I was shopping for.

“Aera, please, we’ve been over this. You can call me by -ssi or even -a. You’re family now. You sure you don’t want to wait for Jimin to get back with Taehyung and Jungkook?” Namjoon questioned. “I mean, I know he’s been stuck up your ass for the past two weeks and I’m sure you’re glad that he went off with Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jungkook for a run to give you a little alone time, but still wouldn’t you feel safer with him, especially with the baby and all?” Namjoon continued not skipping a beat. I was shocked into utter silence. How had he known? How long had he known? The shock must have registered on my face and Namjoon let out a light chuckle, accompanied by a small smile from Yoongi and a wide smile from Jin.

“Surely, you don’t think I didn’t know. I picked up on it about a week ago. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook still appear to have no idea for what it is worth. Did you know?” Namjoon asked while I struggled to keep my mouth closed rather than agape. “No, that was why I was headed out actually. To get a test to be sure. I’m not very familiar with what it smells like as most females were hidden away from the rest of my old pack following a discovery of pregnancy” I disclosed.

“Oh, well yeah. It was pretty unfamiliar at first, but I eventually placed it. I was wondering if you were ever going to come clean about it. Jimin has noticed you putting out some pheromones indicating sickness but little else. He’s been worried that he can’t seem to do anything about it. Hence, the need to go out for a run this morning. Do you plan to tell him?” Namjoon asked.

I froze for a second considering whether or not I wanted to show my vulnerability. Did I extend my neck out and chance that it get bitten? Namjoon was very unlike my old alpha, maybe some vulnerability would do me some good. “I worry about how he’s going to react” I admitted nervously rubbing my right arm with my left hand.

“I assure you that it is unlikely that he will react poorly. Jimin has always seemed quite fond of kids. Maybe closer to their level than a parent should be behavior-wise, but still absolutely enamored with them. He cares for you too, so I don’t predict he’ll have much of a problem” Jin reassured me. “I think he’ll be super excited about it” Yoongi added. Their reassurances relieved the dull ache of dread that had begun to sound in my heart. I decided that I would tell Jimin when the right opportunity presented itself. He had a right to know.

“If you want to tell him on your own terms, we had better conclude this conversation. He is within hearing range now and closing in fast. His heartbeat sounds normal so I don’t think he heard anything” Namjoon suggested.

I ran quickly to a window overlooking the backyard of the house the Bangtan pack resided in. I watched as Jimin transformed back into his human form. Bones that had previously cracked and twisted, now cracking again and melding into a new form. To many, this process would be regarded as gross or nausea-inducing. Sure, it was not the most aesthetically pleasing sight, but Jimin honestly made it look like an art form. His was a beautiful art centered around the expression of the body. As I saw him begin to glance toward the window, I ducked down quickly out of sight not wanting to be accused of trying to peep on a now human and completely naked Jimin. Really, his complete and utter nudity had just been a bonus to watching his transformation in action.

I bolted into the center of the kitchen trying to feign my search for something to eat. Moments later, after ample time to get dressed, Jimin bounded into the kitchen with Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook not far behind. As he entered through the threshold of the door, the fluorescent lighting of the kitchen shone on his forehead and his exposed arms and chest (his tank top left little to the imagination). I felt myself swoon a little. Though I had been blessed to see this sight many a time, I was still not used to it. He was truly a work of art and it made me weak in the knees every time.

“Feeling any better?” he questioned, his focus almost entirely on me after sending a nod Namjoon’s way. He walked up to me and wrapped me into a hug from behind. I suppressed a gasp at the instant comfort of his touch as the hard lines of his body met the softer lines of my own. Tone was certainly an understatement.

“Yes. I just got kind of hungry, so I came downstairs to get something to eat” I answered him focusing most of my energy on keeping a blush from dusting my cheeks. “I brought you back some of those macaroons you like so much” he said handing me a black box with a window and a cute pink bow wrapped around the center. It was from a sweet shop on the other side of town that I had visited as many times as I could in the week that I had been recovered enough to go on runs. Jimin made it a point, during every run he and I went on (which was most) to stop off by the shop and get me some. Today, I hadn’t been feeling well enough to accompany him, so he’d gone with a few of the guys.

A wide grin crossed my face as I turned around into the warm embrace of his arms and gave him a tight hug. He was far too good to me. “Thank you!” I exclaimed raising up on my tippy-toes to place a kiss on his cheek bone. “I will get you whatever you want, whenever you want it, baby girl. All you have to do is ask” he replied sweetly placing a kiss of his own on my forehead. I broke the hug with him as I became more conscious of the others in the room.

“She should probably eat some real food before she eats those. She hasn’t been up long and I haven’t seen her eat anything all day” Jin suggested rising from where he was sitting on the couch. “Why don’t you two catch up upstairs and I’ll make her something to eat with some leftover deer meat we had from the last hunt. Sound good?” Jin directed at me. I nodded. It sounded delicious! Jin’s cooking was the absolute best.

“Don’t have to tell me twice” Jimin remarked as he quickly pulled me into him. He hooked one leg under my legs and placed the other at my back before lifting me effortlessly off of the kitchen floor. I squealed in surprise and he looked down at me with a mischievous smile on his face. He quickly headed for the stairs and reached the top of them in no time. Once we were at the threshold of our bedroom door, he playfully launched me from the door to the bed on the other side of the room, a testament to his sheer physical strength. He quickly followed me to the bed and had my head laying on top of his chest in a matter of moments.

I cuddled into his chest feeling safer than I probably ever had in the entirety of my life. It was this comforting notion of safety that brought the words to my lips. “Jimin, I have something to tell you” I led. He made a low “hmm” sound acknowledging that he had heard me. “It is pretty big news. Promise me that if you want to react negatively, you’ll suppress it until I’m out of earshot?” I propositioned in a moment of self-doubt. The ghosts of the past may have been suppressed but they were not entirely forgotten. Doubt had a bad habit of springing up on me when I needed it least.

“If the news is from your lips, how could it ever be bad? Everything you say is practically dripping with honey” Jimin responded. “Stop joking around and being so cringey” I said with a small laugh as I lightly pushed his chest. The truth was, cringey was my favorite setting of his. It was always nice to hear him confirm that we were in the same place emotionally out loud. It reaffirmed his feelings for me because of its sheer sincerity. It was nice not having to guess all the time.

The room fell silent for a moment while I worked up the courage to tell Jimin about the surprise inside of me. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. On the contrary, it was probably one of the most comfortable I had ever been in. As I listened to the sound of his breathing, a calm washed over me. I would just tell him. Everything would be okay.

“Jimin, I’m pregnant” I blurted out as fast as I could, afraid I’d chicken out if I took it slow. The shock registered on his face for just a second before he rose from the bed at lightning speed. The brightest smile flashed on his face. “You’re serious? You aren’t joking? Are you sure?” he shot out a lightning round of questions. “Yes. No. And Yes”, I responded trying my hardest to keep up as a smile of my own began to creep on my face. “Oh my god. I’m going to be a dad!” he said as he lifted me up from the bed and held me up in the air with his arms. “I love you” he added with such sincerity and feeling that my heart swelled and tears began to form in my eyes.

He brought me into his chest and I wrapped my legs as tight as I could around his torso, locking my arms around his neck. “I love you too” I whispered softly into his ear as I began to quietly sob. No one had ever looked at me like that. No one had ever told me they loved me like that. No one had ever treated me as softly as Jimin. I knew in this instant that I had fallen for him so completely that there would never be any going back.

I continued to cling to him as the tears continued to fall. I had never cried because of happiness before and the feeling was strange but freeing at the same time. “It’s mine, right?” Jimin asked chuckling a little afterward indicating that he was joking. Not totally trusting my voice, I nodded into the crook of his neck. “Good, I didn’t want to have to kill anyone today” he said attempting to bring the mood back to a sort of normal. Emotions had been running at a happy high for some time, but they mostly inhibited the ability to have a conversation on the matter. It was time to talk about it in detail.

Jimin set me down gently on the bed so I was sitting facing him. “How long now have you known?” he asked. “You’re going to laugh” I said averting my eyes. “I promise I won’t” he reassured me. “Like maybe an hour ago. Namjoon told me” I responded unable to contain my own laughter as a few laughs audibly emerged despite my trying to suppress them. “How did he know?” Jimin asked, clearly a little less informed than Namjoon. This was fairly predictable as Namjoon was the resident Einstein.

“He said that he picked up on the smell floating around the house” I answered. “THAT’S WHAT THAT WAS?!” Jimin yelled in excited disbelief. Pressing my finger gently to my ear to stop the ringing his yell had started, I nodded lightly. “I knew I smelt something new and slightly off in the apartment. Also explains why it was so intoxicating” he said with an obnoxious raise of his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes in response.

“Boy or girl?” Jimin asked. “I’m sure it is far too early to tell. Though, Namjoon would probably be able to tell you more than I would” I said with a slight shrug of my shoulders. “Funny how he knows all of that stuff, huh?” Jimin remarked. “I mean, wouldn’t we all be totally lost without it?” I added. Namjoon was an amazing alpha and he did not often get the depth of recognition that he deserved. “Yeah, he’s pretty great” Jimin said with a smile as he joined me sitting on the bed.

It was time to talk about the slightly harder stuff. I wanted to know what this meant for his career. He had so much that he stood to lose. “So, what are you going to do?” I asked him. “About what? Namjoon?” he asked confused as if any further thought on the matter had yet to cross his mind. “What are you doing about the baby? I mean, you’ve got an amazing career and future laid out before you. Couldn’t this baby potentially hold you back?” I asked feeling the familiar monster of doubt prod me in the side.

“I swear, you come up with the funniest things when you get in that head of yours. I love what I do. That’s incredibly true. But I love you so much more than all the fame and money and what not. Will I miss the fans? Absolutely! The true fans won’t hate me for putting my family first and my happiness first. I think there is some really old cliché that goes: Those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind. Besides, being a werewolf in the media industry has an expiration date. No matter how careful we are” Jimin reassured me. “And please. Holding me back? You have brought me up so many levels” he added quickly.

“So, you’ll stick by me then?” I asked giving him just one more chance to back out before I hitched myself to him for the rest of my life. “It would be my absolute honor. Don’t get it twisted, I’m the on tying you down” Jimin said bringing his face closer to mine. He swept my hair to my right shoulder and scooted back on the bed a little. It took me a second to realize what he was doing as he placed a kiss to the back of the base of my neck, where his mark was. I smiled as my heart swelled again for the billionth time that day.

No one had ever treated me that tender. His tenderness was something that I had not only come to crave, but was sure that I now needed to function. He was so soft with me despite the anger and ferocity I had seen him capable of unleashing. A textbook depiction of the duality of man (or wolf).

And then I felt the words bubbling at my lips. Unfamiliar words to me, but still quite powerful in their force. They pushed forcefully against my lips until I had to bite my bottom lip to suppress them. Jimin must have noticed my struggle as he raised an eyebrow at me. “Everything okay?” he asked, concern creeping into his voice. His concern broke the dam of my lips.

“I love you so much,” though he may have uttered these same words countless times to me, this was one of the few times in which I had given him these words first. Every ounce of me meant them. My soul was bared to him in those five words. I was wholly vulnerable, in a way that I never much cared to be in the past. With Jimin though, I just didn’t care anymore. He could do whatever he wanted with me heart, body, and soul. It was impossible for me to live without him, so even if he misused me (though I was sure he could not), it would still be better than living a life not by his side.

Jimin looked taken aback by the sheer emotion and honesty in my words. It was not long before his usual beautiful smile graced his face. “I love you too baby girl,” he said pulling me in for a tight hug. My eyes stung with happy tears. I was in love with this wonderful individual. I was creating a family with this man that I loved. My life was filled in way that it never had been.

“So, do you want a boy or girl?” he whispered lightly into my ear bringing back an earlier, happier part of the conversation. His whisper tickled the hairs of my neck and ear. “Honestly?” I asked pulling out of the hug a bit to look him in his eyes. He gave me a small nod in response. “I don’t know that I want it to be a boy. The men in my family haven’t exactly been the greatest of individuals. Both my brother and dad were always cold and distant. My brother turned into a psychotic murdered who took pleasure in using me as a pawn. So, I’m scared that if it’s a boy, it’ll be like my brother” I admitted averting my eyes from Jimin’s, still pretty ashamed of my lineage.

I felt a pressure under my chin as Jimin used his index finger to again raise my eye-level to his. “Fuck everyone from your past. You’re its mother. It will be loved and taken care of. I refuse to believe that your nature is inherently evil. So, in the nature vs nurture argument, our child is hampered in neither. I will be here very step of the way. You are not alone at all,” he said placing a light kiss of my forehead. I closed my eyes and let myself sink into it for a second.

Sure, my family was evil, but Jimin was pure goodness. His light would overpower any darkness that my genes might be bringing to the table. “I wouldn’t mind having a boy if he could grow up as kind and handsome as his father,” I said slightly blushing myself as Jimin’s face dusted its own shade of pink. “A boy would be great. I could show him all the ropes to hunting, courting, and just life in general. I think a girl would also be pretty great, but I have two conditions,” he said with a slight smile.

“What might those be?” I asked, curious as to what his apprehensions might be. “Well, she absolutely has to be as gorgeous as you. As smart and resilient as you too,” Jimin started, causing me to blush and avoid his intense eye contact. “She’s also not allowed to date ever. I would definitely not be able to handle that. Too protective over the women in my life,” Jimin added with a slight chuckle.

“I appreciate the sentiment. I’m sure she does too. She will always know that she has someone there for her. But, I definitely think that she should make that decision for herself. If you’d let your son date, you’ve gotta let your daughter date too. I’ve always hated that double standard in pack life,” I replied in a moment of boldness

“You are so incredible,” Jimin said bringing his face closer to mine. Our eyes locked and a heat grew between us. “I have got to kiss you,” Jimin said bringing his lips to mine. I was transported, as always, to a literal heaven on Earth when his lips meant mine. They were so soft, so deft, so experienced. I was about to let myself become completely consumed by there wonderland when I heard Jin calling from downstairs.

“Food is ready. Get your cute, pregnant ass down here,” I heard him say and I smiled into the kiss Jimin and I were sharing. I broke away a few seconds after. “You heard the man. Get your cute little ass moving,” Jimin said as I began to rise from the bed. He gave my ass a nice slap, a promise of the things that could come later. We both hurried downstairs to eat. He for himself and mine for two.

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wildefiction · 5 years

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Masterlist

noun, plural se·ries.

A set of successive volumes or issues of a periodical published in like form with similarity of subject or purpose.

PAIRING: Misha x Reader x Vicki x Norman Reedus

CHAPTERS: 27/?

SUMMARY: Reader lost her job and finds a new one as personal assistant to Misha Collins. Travel, busy schedules and an obscenely attractive boss might be the best thing to ever happen to the reader, but certainly not the easiest.

SERIES WARNINGS: Personal Assistant/Employer Relationship, Angst, Fluff, Poly Relationship, Swearing, Drinking, Competitiveness, Smut (Oral Sex, Dom/Sub Relationships, Multiple Partners, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex)

PAIRING: Rob Benedict x Reader x Chris Schmelke

CHAPTERS: 9/?

SUMMARY: Reader is a popular fandom photographer, having made a name for herself in large convention circuits. When an old mentor asks for her assistance at an event she’s never attended, she’s happy to agree. Not only does Chris have to guide her through the unfamiliar territory of a Supernatural convention; he may just have to show her exactly how he feels about her when the one man she never expected shows up for the weekend. Reader has grown used to fighting for what she wants, but what’ll happen when she becomes the focus of attention from the two men she admires most?

SERIES WARNINGS: Oblivious Reader, Teasing, Angst, Competition, Awkward Flirting, Multiple Partners, Eventual Smut

A/N: This is a collaborative effort with the super cool @natasha-cole

PAIRING: Jared x Reader

CHAPTERS: 4/?

SUMMARY: When reader isn't attending a Supernatural Convention, she's preparing for the next one. Staying busy is the only thing that keeps her sane. While it's difficult for some people to understand her motives, one person will show her that he knows exactly what she's going through. Will Jared be able to make the reader believe she deserves to be loved or is she too far gone already?

SERIES WARNINGS: Each chapter will be tagged appropriately but may contain topics such as: Mental health, severe depression, trust-issues, and abnormal psychology along with eventual forms of healing and discussions centered around relationships and support systems. Please heed the warnings for each individual chapter.

A/N: The first chapter of this was originally written for @saxxxology Plus-Sized Reader Competition. I originally thought this would be a one-shot, but it ended up running away from me and now I’m invested - so it’s gonna be a series instead.

Lastly, this story features Single!Jared. This is not intended to be disrespectful to Jared, Gen or their perfect little family. It is a work of fiction and should be enjoyed as such.

PAIRING: Madeline(OFC) x Winchesters, Crowley, Gregory(OMC), Einar(OMC)

CHAPTERS: 3/?

SUMMARY: Madeline has worked alone for as long as she can remember. She keeps her friends distant and her secrets to herself but when a would-be typical case puts her and the Winchesters on a trail of monsters unlike anything they've ever seen, they'll have to rely on one another to make it out alive.

SERIES WARNINGS: Pretty much everything. For reals. Each chapter will be appropriately tagged with relevant warnings.

Topics include (but are not limited to): Angst, Anxiety, Monsters, Shifting, Death, Occult, Fae, Filicide, Incest (Mentioned), Murder, Flirting, Blood, Swearing, Drinking, Torture

A/N: This is a collaboration with the wildly talented @wildeheathen

PAIRING: Winchesters/TBD

CHAPTERS: 3/?

SUMMARY: While filming on location in Germany, the cast of Supernatural find themselves thrown into a world where things like Vampires, Shapeshifters and Ghosts aren’t actors, but instead, the real deal. They’ll have to learn not only how to survive, but how to thrive in this new environment, until such a time as they can return home - if they can at all.

SERIES WARNINGS: Injuries, Death, Anxiety, Monsters, Blood, Weapon Use, Etc. Each chapter will be tagged appropriately with relevant warnings.

A/N: This is a collaboration with the wildly talented @wildeheathen

PAIRING: Chuck x Reader

CHAPTERS: COMING SOON!

SUMMARY: Angel feathers are worth more than human souls in the early 1950′s. When the Reader happens upon one, her incredibly normal and rather dull life is thrown into chaos.

SERIES WARNINGS: COMING SOON

verb (used without object), ram·bled, ram·bling

To talk or write in a discursive, aimless way:

PAIRING: Rob x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2,527

SUMMARY: After a long day of recording, an exhausted, cold Robbie knows just how to warm up <3

WARNINGS: Smut, Oral Sex, Sensation Play, Dom!Rob Undertones, Cold Hands, Unprotected Sex, L.A. Snow (This is definitely a warning)

PAIRING: Sam x Reader

WORD COUNT: 6,940

SUMMARY: In an attempt to escape her old life, reader packs her things and moves to a remote mountain town where she stumbles upon the town’s oldest bookshop. Soon odd things begin happening, things she can’t even hope to explain.

WARNINGS: Deja Vu, Swearing, Occult Reference, Witchcraft {Mentioned}, Mild Flirting, Minor Injuries

PAIRING: Soulless!Sam x Violet (Reader/OFC)

WORD COUNT: 3,063

SUMMARY: Reader has been hunting with the Winchesters for several years now. She’s always had a thing for Sam…not that she’d ever admit to it. But recently, Sam’s been different. Cold. Calculating. Scary. When the reader witnesses what’s happening, will she turn from him or will her attraction allow her to justify his new behavior?

WARNINGS: Anxiety, Trust Issues, Soulless!Sam, Murder, Minor Character Death, Oral Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones, Rough Sex, A Smidge of Breath Play

PAIRING: Rob x Reader

WORD COUNT: 5,521

SUMMARY: What happens when Rob's forgetful nature forces the reader to have to react quickly?

WARNINGS: Flirting, Heavy Petting, First Kiss, Pining, Public Sex, Smut, Rob in Eyeliner and Leather (Yes, that’s a warning)

PAIRING: Rob x Reader

WORD COUNT: 3,274

SUMMARY: When the reader blatantly ignores the rules of their new agreement, Rob must step-in to remind her what happens when she chooses chaos over order.

WARNINGS: Domestic!Kink, Dom/Sub, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Housewife!Kink, Fluff, Aftercare

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PAIRING: Rob x Reader

WORD COUNT: 5,049

SUMMARY: Reader is on vacation with friends in Hawaii when a rousing game of truth or dare presents the most interesting opportunity

WARNINGS: Swears, Anxiety, Drinking, Oral Sex, Public Sex, Unprotected Sex

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survival of the fittest

character(s): ruthless!connor x fem!reader, nines

word count: 3k+

warning(s): death, mention of blood, angst(?) - it’s a hunger games!au so you probably get the gist

a/n: OKAY SO this was supposed to be a drabble inspired by this (shoutout to @imaginovator and @the-darklings for that!!) and instead I may have gotten carried away just a smidge whoops - this isn't properly proofread or edited because I am sleepy but I hope I've at least attempted to do this idea justice and yeah enjoy my nonsense I guess?? Disclaimer that I also haven't read or seen thg in a couple of years so I apologise if I've made mistakes with things!!

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That ominous, haunting boom shook the air around you not for the first time since that glaringly bright fake sun had risen in the sky.

Another one was dead. Another wasted life. Another chance for you to hope that maybe this time it was him.

If only you could let yourself believe that someone else might have managed to get the upper hand over him – how could they possibly hope to, when the other tribute from his district had been felled by his own hands. Did she anticipate him betraying her like that so early on, you wondered, unable to even begin imagining what it would be like to have that one person you might have been able to trust turn around and stab you in the back – literally.

The crack of a branch sounded below you, eyes snapping down to scan the ground for the source and desperately keeping your fingers crossed that it was an animal of some sorts.

It had been two days since you'd eaten something that wasn't berries or plants and you were well aware that you wouldn't last long if things continued that way. Neither of you would last long unless you could find something decent to eat.

In reality though, you were more hopeful that it was anything but another person or creature dead set on tearing you apart and leaving you for dead.

The softest of breaths left you in a sigh as a familiar figure passed below you, yet still you hesitated.

You had to be sure that it wasn't the bastard who'd been hunting you from the very beginning of the games. The brother of the one who held your heart, intent on doing whatever it might take to come out of this Hell as the victor.

He paused below you, so still that for a moment you might have imagined he'd fallen prey to some horrific trap of the arena if you'd simply stumbled across him in such a position.

And then those dark eyes you adored were turned upwards, finding you easily among the branches as if he knew exactly where you would be. You didn't understand how he was somehow always aware of where you were, but you weren't complaining. That uncanny ability of his had saved your life on more than one occasion.

Seeing him looking up at you like that, a distinct lack of emotion gracing his features, you'd never been happier to see him alive and in one piece – despite the blood that stained his hands a shining crimson.

Four days ago, the sight of that ugly red had you wanting to throw up. Now it brought you a strange sense of relief, which perhaps disgusted you more. It had been only days, and already you barely recognised yourself.

But at least you had Connor.

Hearing your name called at the reaping would forever be one of the worst moments of your life – however long your life might last for now – but it was nothing compared to knowing what was going to be quick to follow.

“I volunteer.”

You can't even remember whose name was drawn out of the other bowl now, only the pain that came with realising what Connor had done – and realising why he did it.

For you. It was always for you.

It had taken years for you growing up to finally start worming your way past the harsh, cold shell of a man that he was – although if Connor was being honest, there was something inexplicable about you that drew him in right from the very beginning.

A burning curiosity had been lit in him, a desire to figure out just how you were managing to tear down his carefully crafted defences without even trying. He wanted to see you happy and safe – things that were hard to come by in your district – no matter what that might cost.

He would go to the ends of the Earth for you – words that he'd spoken to you himself in one of the quiet moments you'd shared, with lips touching and breath shared between you. How you wished there was time for more of those moments.

Those softly spoken words and the threat they held were perhaps what made him the most dangerous person in the arena that had become your prison.

You weren't consciously aware of your decision to climb down from your perch in the branches, your only desire being to feel Connor's arms around you in that moment. And he didn't disappoint.

“You're alive.”

With your simple statement as one of his hands tangled in your hair and held you against his chest, it felt like an invisible weight was lifted from your shoulders. You hadn't wanted to acknowledge the fear that hearing the cannon had brought you – the fear that someone might have gotten the better of him.

“I told you – Nothing is going to happen to you. I'll always come back to you.”

He pulled back to study your features, a bloodied hand gently grasping your chin, smudges of red smearing in a stark contrast against your pale skin. Tilting your head up as he met your gaze, you were reminded how Connor was the one person who always saw right through you

You had no doubt he would easily be able to read all of the emotions you were trying so hard to lock away upon hearing those words from him.

They filled you with a hope that you desperately needed, a reassurance that you weren't alone in the terrifying scenario you'd been thrust into. Yet with them also came a looming sense of dread that couldn't be ignored.

You had no doubt that he meant what he said – that he intended to keep his promise of keeping you safe no matter what. If he succeeded in that, it would bring you both to an end you didn't want to think about.

There could only be one of you walking out of this torment alive. Neither of you had brought it up, but you both knew what was more than likely to happen if you two remained after all of the others were dead and gone.

An unspoken understanding of what Connor was planning to do. The idea of what he was willing to do for you was more painful than the thought of meeting your own death. But arguing with him would be pointless, you knew without a doubt that his stubbornness would always outweigh yours. He would restrain you so you wouldn't be able to stop him if it came to it, of that you also had no doubt.

You will be the one emerging on top, if he has anything to say about it. Never mind the fact that it wouldn’t really be you walking out at the end. How could you possibly hope to keep going after that, especially when you already felt like you'd lost yourself.

“(Name), look at me.”

The instruction was sharp, leaving you no choice but to obey as you forced yourself to really look at him. His usually blank expression had softened a little, but that softness didn't reach his eyes. You knew you should be more on guard, asking the important questions – like whose blood he had on his hands, or whether he'd found anything useful whilst you’d been split up.

You couldn't though, and Connor seemed to realise that you were on the verge of spiralling off into the thoughts plaguing your mind – any edge of gentleness was scrubbed from his face as his cool lips slammed against yours, the hand previously in your hair slipping down to wrap around your waist and pull you tighter to him.

Suddenly, you were able to forget just where you were. All you could think about was Connor and the safety that came with him as he stole your breath from you, actions relentless as he walked you backwards until rough bark scraped at your back.

Chest heaving when he finally pulled back just enough to let you breathe, you almost missed the next words that he spoke.

“Do I have your attention now?”

His question was serious, but you could've sworn there was some of that rarely seen amusement in the mix somewhere too. It was enough to jolt you back to the reality of what was going on.

“Did you find anything?”

Another question directed at you, this time one that you responded to with a shake of your head.

“No luck, did you- “

Silencing yourself the second Connor's head whipped around, you felt your blood run cold as voices echoed through the trees far too close for comfort.

“We need to move. Now.”

He didn't need to tell you twice. You'd only had one proper encounter with the Careers thus far and it had been a close call – the sound of a knife ripping through flesh was still all too fresh in your mind, and it wasn't something you wanted to hear again let alone be on the receiving end of.

Besides, the Careers meant that he was nearby. Nines. You were sure that couldn't possibly be his real name, but then again, the people in the richer districts had different ideas of normal names.

Not that what they called him mattered, at the end of the day. He was brutal, trained his whole life for this one moment. And he wasn't about to let you or his brother stand in his way – unfortunately for you, that wasn't just a fact. It was a promise. The icy words had plagued you from the first time you'd met him in the training room.

You'd never asked Connor how he and Nines had come to end up being raised in two completely different environments – admittedly, you were afraid to ask. There was a darkness that took over Connor’s perfect features any time his brother was even hinted at, giving you enough information to know that nothing good had happened between them in the past.

“You can't run forever, little rabbit – he can't protect you from all of us.”

That same icy voice was taunting, now, as you took off through the trees with Connor hot on your heels. There was no point in being quiet, all you could hope to do was outrun them until they got bored – for Nines and the Career pack, this truly was a game. You were fighting for your life – Connor was fighting for your life – whereas they were simply playing to win. For the honour. Killing meant nothing to them, not if it got them the glory they'd been training to earn all their lives.

A whistling sounded off to your left and was promptly followed by a dull thud and the glint of metal as the thrown knife lodged itself firmly into a tree just ahead of you. He wasn't just taunting you with his words now – you'd seen Nines working with knives in training.

He never missed.

Too late you realised that the knife was intended to force you right into their trap. Your terrified shriek was mingled with a snarl of anger from Connor as you crashed to the ground, ropes tangled around your legs and only seeming to tighten as you scrabbled at them with desperate fingers.

No. No, no, no.

You couldn't go down like this.

A weight slammed into you, your head connecting with the ground as you felt the knees pinning your shoulders and the edge of a blade on your neck, digging into the soft skin with enough pressure to draw a whimper from you.

“How disappointing. I really thought you were going to put up more of a fight- “

The girl – Alison? Anna? Amanda. – pressed down further with each word, leaving you certain that this was it for you until surprise flitted across her face a fraction of a second before she slumped forwards like a puppet with cut strings.

Another cannon shot sounded.

Silence surrounded you for a moment before her weight was pulled from you and a figure cast her aside as if she wasn't a living person just seconds before. Blinking, you felt yourself relax the smallest bit at the figure looming over you.

Until he crouched down in front of you, revealing the steely eyes that spoke of nothing but bad intentions.

“What a waste,” You realised then that he wasn't looking at you, but at the unmoving body beside you. “She didn't listen.” Almost lazily, those eyes were turned towards you, a hand casually reaching out to stroke across your cheek as he ignored your flinch. His fingers came away damp – with tears, you realised suddenly. “You two are mine.”

“Don't fucking touch her.”

You'd never heard Connor so livid before. He didn’t even need to raise his voice, the anger clear in the surprisingly low words. Trying to turn your head to seek him out, you were stopped as Nines grabbed a fistful of your hair and stopped you from moving anywhere.

“You're not really in a position to be making demands, brother – and I'm starting to lose interest in this chase we've had going on.”

The monster in front of you didn't look away as he spoke, seemingly amused by the way you shrunk back under his harsh gaze and how unsettled you were by his eerily calm approach to everything that had happened over the space of the last few minutes.

“Besides, I don't understand why you're so attached to her – don't you realise you'd be so much better off without her? Without such a…weakness.”

“Why don't you stop playing games and just get this over with.”

Light sparked off metal again in response to your words as another knife came too close for comfort – although this time it was to free you from the ropes binding you before you were hauled to your feet, Nines towering above you as he held you firmly in place.

“Tell me, (Name) – is it a brave rabbit who challenges the wolf, or a stupid one?”

Your reply – “It's one that's already dead.” – was on the tip of your tongue when a gurgling sound interrupted the conversation.

Connor was on his feet. The tribute who'd been holding him down was not so lucky. Of the other three in the Career pack, the closest one to him made a move towards him, stopped only by Nines lifting his free hand in a gesture to stop.

Stalking towards you both, Connor radiated an aura of danger that had every nerve in your body screaming at you to run. And how you would have run, if you weren't being forced to stay where you were by a grip far stronger than you could hope to fight.

As if reading your thoughts, Nines shoved you away from him and into the waiting arms of one of the other tributes as he stepped forwards to match Connor's movements, the two of them circling each other. The tension in the air was suddenly through the roof, watching these two predators coiled and ready to pounce.

But that wasn't the only change in the air. Something was wrong – something that you couldn't initially put your finger on. Connor felt it too, you realised, watching his every move and not missing the way his gaze flitted towards the sky and then towards you for the briefest of seconds. The flash of concern you registered on his face was not reassuring, but somehow you understood.

You both needed to get away from there fast.

It was then that Nines lunged, like a coiled spring being released. Your heart jumped to your throat, but Connor was just as fast – just as deadly, despite having nowhere near the same training that any of the Careers had.

Their collision was a distraction you could take advantage of – and you did just that. Throwing your head back, there was little time for you to be satisfied by the crunching of bone or the whoosh of breath you heard as you wrestled the knife from your captor's hands and wasted no time sinking it into his leg.

If only you had the chance to celebrate that small victory, but it would seem the Gamemakers had other plans as the world seemed to explode around you, electricity striking the ground with enough force to send you all flying in different directions.

You hit the ground for a second time, although this time it was much worse. There was a lingering charge in the air, building and warning of more danger to come. Your ears were ringing and eyes struggled to focus in the aftermath of the strike, but you did feel a hand on your wrist and another on your upper arm guiding to your feet and prompting you to move.

Connor must have avoided the worst of the blast, you realised, as you were urged to move. It was difficult, with your head spinning and legs shaking uncontrollably, but this might be your only chance to get away from those intent on seeing you dead.

Maybe the Gamemakers weren't quite ready to see either of you dead yet, which really wasn't a comfort. It no doubt meant there was worse to come.

A crackling filled the air behind you, the flickering light bouncing around the forest alerting you to the second strike without any need for looking back. Still, you glanced behind you, regretting it when you stumbled and your knees hit the ground.

Before you could catch a breath, you were jerked up again, hands clutching at Connor's forearms as you drew in a breath and found your voice.

“Connor, please – just give me a minute.”

You hated the way your voice sounded so pleading as you tried to blink away the spots clouding your vision.

“We can't afford to stop,”

A supporting arm wrapped around you, fuelling the sudden disgust that flooded your system at the contact and in response to the horror that would have floored you if he hadn't been holding most of your weight.

“I can't have my brother catching up to us again, can I now? But don't worry, little rabbit, we're going to have a lot of fun, you and I.”

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#me: i'll just write a short drabble bc i really like the sound of this au #also me: 3k words later #i tried my best y'all #-\_(ツ)_/-#ruthless!connor x reader #dbh x reader #nines x reader #reader insert #ruthless!connor #nines #dbh #my writing #hunger games!au #WOW am I out of practice with writing #i'm gonna see all the mistakes once i reread this later #but anyway if nothing else this got my words going again!!#god it's been a hot minute since i've written something this long ooft

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