#i've never felt so much love for a group and ugh i just love all of them so much

[kasagia]

Bring me a dream pt. 1

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/general Kirigan x fem! sun summoner! reader Summary: Everyone has their soulmate—someone they are meant for. This was due to Sankta Maradaia, who decided to connect two souls destined for each other during their sleep to show them their other half, Sankta also sent them a tattoo of their loved one name, so that souls thirsting for each other can finally be united. Aleksander never had even one, short dream about his soulmate. Just a tattoo that has taunted him for ages. The Darkling believes this is his punishment for creating the fold, another privilege of being condemned. To never know his soulmate. But one day, a dream about a sun summoner comes to him. Someone equal to him. Someone meant for him. And he promises himself to find you at all costs. Not just because of your powers. Nonsense from me: This is an request from @morrigan-crowmwell I hope you like it! 💙🖤 P.S. I know it took me soooo looong again and I'm so sorry. I'm trying to fight my writer's block. 😅 I used a quote from Taylor Swift's Blank Space. Inspired by the song Mr. Sandman - SYML Wairning(s): mentions of blood, abuse, fighting, violence Word count: 6,7k Taglist: @aoi-targaryen @morrigan-crowmwell ~•♤♤♤•~ Aleksander Morozova's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~

I've been waiting a long time to meet you in my dreams…

"My soulmate is great! I've seen her fight with a REAL sword! Can you imagine that, guys?! My father still teaches me on that wooden. Ugh! I envy her so much."

"Mine swims faster than either of you! Of course, he's not as good as me, but I've seen him shoot a bow. What I'd give to join him on a hunt!"

"And you, sahdow-boy? You sit more quietly than usual, don't be shy! Show off what she or he is like."

Aleksander tensed up, feeling the other boys' eyes on him. The young shadow summoner felt a blush of shame appear on his face. He hated such conversations. He already couldn't fit in with a group of other kids, and he was constantly reminded that he was different. Weirdo. Proteus.

"I… I haven't dreamed of her yet. But I know her name!" he tried to reply in a tone of voice that mimicked their enthusiasm. He couldn't show them that he was weak. That the fact that he had never seen his soulmate before hurt him. That he was a changeling again.

"My father also started dreaming about my mother late. Maybe she just wasn't born yet?" his only friend put a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. He thanked the saints for Ivan. He was a light in his darkness for now. And heartrender wasn't talking about his shadows at all...

"Did you hear, guys?! Shadow-boy will be dating a baby!"

Aleksander was furious. He felt anger rise up in him as the other children laughed at his soulmate. Without knowing when, he summoned his shadows and plunged the clearing into darkness, stopping the laughter of the other children.

"Hey, take it easy, shadow-weirdo! We're just kidding!"

"The freak, as usual, can't control himself."

Voices came out of the darkness, and the footsteps of children receding were all Aleksander could hear before he was alone with his shadows again.

Even Ivan's hand disappeared from his shoulder as shadows blanketed the area.

He was utterly alone. And he hated it.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, smiling.

18 birthday. Your big day.

You adjusted the necklace your grandmother had given you around your neck, proudly displaying the amulet with your birthstone. Your mother's earrings hang proudly from your ears. Nostalgia is starting to get to you. You so wish she were here.

"I've lived in this world for so long that, for ages, I've felt that time moves infuriatingly slowly. But ever since you came into the world, I've felt it slip through my fingers. You've grown up so fast... you look like your mother." the woman sighs as she stands behind you in the mirror and looks at you tenderly, fixing your braid.

"I wish a madraya was here." you say sad. Grandma puts a hand on your shoulder and turns you around to look her in the eye.

"She is here, my sun. In our hearts and memories. As long as you can picture her before your eyes, she will always be with you. Watching you from heaven." you both stand in silence, remembering your recently deceased mother.

"I have something for you." the woman speaks as she pulls a beautiful gold bracelet engraved with your family symbol from her sleeve.

"Oh, grandma, you didn't have to… it's beautiful."

"And practical. Materialnik made it specially for me. Thanks to this, no one will see THAT on your wrist."

"Why should I hide it?" you ask, confused, when she helps you fasten the bracelet on your wrist where was your soulmate's name on it.

"I want you to be careful."

"Careful of what?"

"Powerful men." she replies seriously, stroking your cheek tenderly. "There is nothing worse in the world than the greed of men. Than their excessive ambition. We are the sun summoners, honey. You are my blood, my pride, and my only solace in this world. The love of men is fatal. You don't need it, and trust me, you don't want it. Promise me for your dead mother and my daughter..." your grandmother grabbed your wrist, turning it so you both could see that the black ink, that showed up this morning, disappeared. Aleksander Morozova. "Do not seek him. Avoid him. Treat him like the plague. Do not repeat the fate of your poor mother. I couldn't stand losing you because of another man's lust for power."

"I promise you, babushka. I will not share my mother's fate." you promise with tears in your eyes. Your mother trusted the wrong person... you were not going to repeat her fate.

"And you will always wear a bracelet and necklace from me?"

"Yes. I promise." you solemnly promise, while looking into her eyes. You two were one of a kind. Summoners of the sun. Long-lived. Powerful. You have to stick together if you want to survive in this cruel for Grishas world. "Can I go now and enjoy the summer solstice festival?"

"Yes. Have fun, sunshine. And return home no more than two hours after dark!" she screams after you as you run to get some freedom... to forget who you are for a while.

"That boy keeps staring at you!" your friend shouts through the crowd of people having fun and nods her head at the boy by the fire.

You glanced at the side she indicated. She is right. A handsome brunette with dark eyes looks straight at you. He looks away when he sees you noticing him and pretends to be talking to the boy next to him. You roll your eyes at your friend's behaviour and continue drinking your beer.

"And what do you think I'm supposed to do about it?"

"Go and have fun!" she says, offended that you don't know. "I've known you since you came here. You haven't had a single boyfriend, you're shooing all the suitors away. You're 18. Go and flirt with him, or I'll take care of this handsome one."

You are laughing at her words. You look at the boy again, and you can't deny that you feel a strange pull… a bond that wants you to come to him. But you don't listen to it.

"So take him. I'm going home," you say as night falls completely. The flame of the torch and bonfire is the only source of light.

"Really? Will you waste an opportunity like this?" you just laugh with a shrug at her words and make your way to the path through the woods leading to your house, pushing your way through the crowd of people.

You leave the clearing where the festival is taking place and enter the forest. You sigh with relief to be alone, away from people's voices. You walk confidently into the darkness without being afraid of it as you watch the stars above you.

You are walking down a familiar path when suddenly you hear the crunch of leaves and branches behind you. You turn slowly with your hand close to the hidden dagger at your hip.

You see in front of you the same boy who was staring at you by the fire. You watch him warily, waiting for his move.

He takes one slow step towards you, his dark eyes never leaving yours. Without knowing why, you stare spellbound into his eyes again, unable to utter a word. It's only when he crosses halfway between you that common sense returns to you and you raise a dagger in his direction.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you." he says, stopping and staring at the blade glistening in the moonlight. "Of course, only if you don't hurt me either."

"Why are you following me?" you ask without lowering your weapon, still holding it as a warning between you two.

He frowns, looking from the dagger to you. "I have no bad intentions. I saw you going this way and this forest… is not the safest place."

"I know. Nowhere is safe." you reply coldly, eyeing him carefully. "Which doesn't answer my question. Why did you follow me in here?"

"I wanted to make sure you made it through safely." you snort, amused, not for a moment believing the stranger's concern for you. He stays where he is, not moving for a moment, undaunted by your reaction. If anything, curiosity only grows in his eyes. "You haven't experienced much kindness from others, have you?"

"I'm not going to answer a stranger's question like that. You do not know anything about me."

"I can see you're too distrustful, and if the lack of trembling in your dagger hand tells me something, it is that you've threatened someone more than once."

"That's right… shouldn't you run as far away from me as possible, then?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at him as you watch his impassive reaction…but you certainly didn't expect him to raise the corners of his… pretty mouth in response.

"I'd rather walk you out and make sure you're okay... or anyone who dares stand in your way." you bite your lip, holding back a smile so you don't react to his teasing.

"I doubt you'd be able to do anything."

"I'm tougher than you think." he says, answering your challenge with a mischievous smirk. The sparkles in his dark eyes shine in the moonlight… and you involuntarily agree with your friend. He was handsome… and dangerous.

"I don't need a man to play my prince on a white horse. I can be my own knight."

"Well, if you want my opinion…" you cut him off before he could finish.

"No, thank you. I have my own." he laughs at your words, shaking his head in amusement as he licks his lips.

He stares at you intensely, and you know that if you were anyone else, you would have pounced on him by the campfire. But you were a sun summoner. You couldn't trust someone like that. Even if you wanted to...

"Very well then... but, I'd feel better walking you through the woods at least. May I?" he asks, extending his hand towards you. "Or are you too afraid that you will enjoy my company?"

You snort, placing your hand in the crook of his arm. You could have let him. Clearly, he has had no ill intentions so far. You glare at him defiantly as you see a spark of amusement in his eyes and a wild smile on his lips.

"What?" you ask dryly.

"Nothing. I just thought you couldn't look prettier… you seem to glow even more when you prove people wrong."

"I'm too smart to be seduced by you." you warn him, looking at him carefully as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. You feel your cheeks blush slightly.

"Maybe that's why I'm so drawn to you?" he asks, whispering, staring into your eyes.

You're drowning in the moment. His smell, the depth of his dark eyes… and without knowing why, the feeling is… actually the opposite of what you felt when others tried to flirt with you.

"Careful... you've stared into my eyes for too long to say you don't care." he says, sparks of malice appearing in his eyes. You snort and are about to respond to his taunt when his expression suddenly cools and he pulls you into his chest.

You're about to yell at him and attack him when suddenly an arrow flies right over where you used to stand. You recognise its distinctive arrowhead. "Drüskelle." you whisper.

You don't waste time. You back away from him and grab your daggers. You can't show the world what power you wield, so you limit yourself to melee combat. You're also not sure if your companion is Grisha.

You kill the first of them, and next to you, you hear the sounds of your companion's fight. He's doing fine. You deal with most of the Drüskelle pretty quickly when suddenly one of them comes up behind you. Before you can engage, your companion pulls you back to his chest. You see nothing. He makes sure of it when you hear Drüskelle's desperate cry from behind you, who wanted to kill you as well as the others who managed to stay alive. Suddenly it's quiet again... but it's darker around you than before.

You gently pull away from him as he releases his strong grip on your hair. You look around, seeing Drüskelle's bodies as if they were… cut.

"I… how?" you ask, dumbfounded, not believing what you see. You turn your gaze back to him. "Are you a Grisha? Heartrender maybe?"

"It's... a little more complicated." he says, looking down at your hands and bloody daggers.

"I'm guessing you're not a Grisha, then?"

"It's a little more complicated." you say, repeating his words. He looks up and stares into your eyes again. Without knowing why, you both giggle. "I... thank you. I wouldn't handle them all alone."

"No problem." He says, still staring at you. Without knowing why, you lean towards him.

You swallow, smelling his scent again, involuntarily remembering the warmth and safety his arms gave you. You shouldn't feel that way about a stranger. And yet...

"I… I should probably go now."

"Me too." he whispers back, but you're both too hypnotised to move. Not thinking much about the bodies around you or the blood on your clothes.

For some strange reason, the eyes of the other and this closeness seem much more interesting to you both than the world around you.

He leans towards you too. A short distance separates you as you both stare at each other in silent anticipation and excitement. However, that moment is effectively cut short as you hear another movement around you.

You both draw your daggers and aim at where you heard the movement. There is a woman behind you. Her dark eyes are remarkably similar to those of your companion. You are surprised to see how his irises have already been etched into your memory.

"You find yourself a friend?" the woman asks him mockingly, staring at the two of you.

"I'm going, mother." he says, obviously waiting for her to leave. But she stands there, watching you curiously. He sighs in annoyance and turns to you. "See you soon." he whispers, placing his dagger in your hand.

You shiver at the skin of his hand on yours as unimaginable power rushes through you. But that's not what keeps you staring at him speechless… and you think you both know it as he gives you a wistful, longing look before turning away.

You can only stay there and stare at the receding silhouettes of the two of them. Then you are all alone again. You turn around and continue on your way home. With a small smile, you tighten your hand around the black dagger.

You were coming home to your grandmother. It was winter, and it was getting harder and harder to drive through the snow from town to your house. But someone had to do the shopping.

As you walked, you heard the sounds of a struggle. Interested, you veered off the path to the house and walked slowly through the snow, trying not to alert anyone to your presence.

You froze as you saw a group of teenagers fighting the same boy who gave you the dagger and helped kill Drüskelle.

The rational part of you told you to get out of there and not deal with this stranger. And you almost did, but then you saw one of the girls stab him in the back and shove him into the ice hole.

You threw the wicker basket with your groceries in the snow and ran towards them. You used your light and stunned them all into unconsciousness. Not enough to kill them, but enough to make their heads hurt for days and some of them lose their eyesight.

With your light, you melted the ice in the river and pulled the mysterious boy out of it by his shoulders.

You held him close as he coughed, spitting water into the snow. You only let him go when he's back to normal.

"Do you attract trouble, or do you just like getting into it?" you ask him with a laugh, trying to lighten the atmosphere. You take off his soaked coat and cover him with one of yours.

"Both, I'm guessing." he says, still shivering. You don't know if it's from the cold or from the attack.

"Get up. We need to keep you warm." you speak and help him stand on two legs.

If he notices the bodies of his unconscious tormentors, he decides not to say anything or ask how you did it. You pick up the basket you dropped earlier and guide both of you to your house.

Surprisingly, he doesn't protest when you enter the house, and luckily for you, your grandmother hasn't come back yet.

"Stay here for a while. I'll go get some dry clothes for you." I speak as I disappear into the other room for a moment.

"How did you overpower them?" you hear his question. You swallow and try to think of an answer as you walk back to the main room.

"It's... complicated." you reply, handing him the clothes. "You can go there and change. I'll put some water on for tea."

He nods and takes the clothes from you. He wants to say something, but instead he sighs and goes to the next room.

You place the kettle over the hearth and wait for the water to boil for tea for the two of you.

"Do you often save people from trouble?" he asks jokingly as he joins you. You smile when you see that he's feeling a little better. He still has a red nose, though. And you're pretty sure if you took his hand, he'd be icy.

"Selected only. Feel honoured." you snort, amused. His laugh makes you shiver. A strange warmth begins to spread from your chest.

"I am." he replies, looking deep into your eyes. He leans closer to you, examining you intently, searching for any reaction from me that would indicate that you are uncomfortable with him.

He finds nothing.

So he leans in a little more. Your noses brush against each other as he waits, giving you the option to either kiss him or pull away from him.

You feel your heart beating fast... you know that if he was a heartrender he would have leaned forward and kissed you a long time ago. You also know you should back off, he was a stranger, a man, you shouldn't trust him.

But after the look he gives you and a glance at his enticing pink lips, you lean forward and press your lips uncertainly to his.

His cold lips warmed up.

You close your eyes as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer with one hand on your waist and the other in your hair. You sigh, feeling how wonderful it feels, how proper it is to kiss him even though you don't even know his name. What's undeniable, however, is how great you feel around him.

But you feel something else… like an unimaginable amount of power flows into you with his touch. How your light calls for release. And for a moment, you feel like you're going to lose control if you keep kissing him.

Fortunately, before you stupidly reveal your powers, you pull away from each other, startled by the sound of a whistling kettle.

You both laugh, resting your foreheads against each other. You eventually pull away from him, take the kettle off the hearth, and shift your gaze to it. He's warmer from your kiss than from the fire.

You shift your gaze towards him. And experimentally, you take his hands in yours. You feel the surge of power buzzing through your veins again. Your gaze returns from his warming hands in yours to his irises, and you get lost in his dark eyes again.

"You... are the amplifier." you whisper as you look at him. "That's why they wanted to kill you... they wanted your bones."

He swallows, moves his gaze from your eyes to your joined hands. He doesn't take them out of your warm embrace as he nods, trembling without looking at your face.

"What are you going to do about it?" he asks, realizing full well that you must be Grisha to sense his ability.

The very idea that you, the only person who has shown him any kindness (not knowing him at all) will suddenly want to hurt him after what happened between you two a moment ago makes him sick.

But Aleksander has been through it more than once. Last an hour ago. Despite everything, he still holds a strong grip on your hands, trembling unconsciously.

Your response is to pull him close to you in a tender embrace.

"You're safe." you say simply, and from the way he holds his breath before burying his head in your neck after a few seconds of complete shock, you know that you must be the first person in a very long time to show him such affection.

And you're realizing that you don't need to know his name to know that it's good to hold him in your arms.

And Aleksander feels warm for the first time in a long time. He feels like he's holding the sun. But the most striking thought for him is that he is no longer alone...

"Is that all, General?" Ivan's question pulled Aleksander out of his thoughts. He stopped stroking the tattoo with his soulmate's name hidden under his kefta and glanced at the heartrender.

"Yes, you can go." he sighs, shifting in his chair and rubbing his eyes with his hand.

Ivan looks like he wants to say something but changes his mind at the last moment and leaves the war room, closing the door softly behind him.

Aleksander sighed, staring at the map in front of him. The king was going to bring down Ravka. Only his Grishas were able to hold Ravka's borders. He shuddered, thinking of all the good soldiers the Fjerdans, Drüskelle and others had taken from him. He felt powerless. And if he knew anything in his centuries-old life, it was that he hated that feeling.

He ran a hand through his hair, glancing at his watch on the wall. It was long after midnight. He sighed as he got up from his chair and walked towards his bedroom. He won't help his army if he's barely conscious. He took off his kefta and pushed the books to one side of the bed. He lay down in the free space and fell asleep as soon as his head rested on the pillow.

Something was different… otherwise, Aleksander could sense it the moment his dream began.

There was a strange feeling in his bones; his heart was beating much faster, excited, as if it couldn't wait for what was about to happen.

He was alone again in the deep black shadows. He took a step, and suddenly the shadows parted. He looked up and gasped as he saw a figure in a black-golden kefta in the distance.

He'd had that dream many times before… especially when he was a little boy. That he was irretrievably lost in the darkness.

He had never met anyone in the depths of his shadows before. He took another hesitant step towards the mysterious figure, not taking his eyes off it, afraid that it would disappear at any moment.

But it's not.

A figure in a gold-black kefta stood with its back to him.

Aleksander is afraid. He's afraid that it's just another trick of his mind, that as soon as he utters the name that has haunted him both asleep and awake for hundreds of years, you'll disappear, leaving him utterly alone in the darkness of his shadows again.

But Aleksander had been patient enough for a long time... maybe he could finally give in to what he most wanted, what he missed most, what he craved for like a foolish boy.

He came over to you. Hesitantly and slowly. As if he could spook you at any moment. He raised his hand, but instead of touching your arm, he met air as you took a step away from him and slowly turned to face him.

He held his breath in anticipation, waiting for you to pull down your gold-black hood to reveal your face to him. He watched in fascination as golden threads of light slowly began to flow from your hands.

He had been accustomed to the darkness for centuries. But he couldn't take his eyes off you as your threads of light slowly grew stronger. He watched in utter awe as your light changed from gold to pure white after dispelling the shadows around you two.

His eyes widened as your hood fell back to reveal your familiar, beautiful face. He sighed, letting out a long-held, shaky breath.

And when you took his hand, which he still held out to you, and ran your thumb over his palm? He completely lost himself in your irises, feeling your light grow stronger through its amplifying powers, enclosing the two of you in a silver and gold orb.

But before he gets a chance to reach out to you and caress your cheek tenderly, to feel again that warmth he always felt from you and which turned out to be your light, you suddenly disappear. And with you, your warm light.

His cold shadows enveloped him again…

He wakes up and finds himself in his bed, in his chambers. But for the first time in a long time, instead of being disappointed that he didn't dream of his soul mate this time, he's relieved. And happiness. Excitement. And something he's clung to so desperately all these centuries, much to his mother's taunt... he feels hope.

He doesn't know what has changed. Why suddenly did the saints decide to reveal your face to him after you had met so many centuries ago? For a moment, the bitter thought crosses his mind that he could have had you by his side much sooner. That together you could carry the weight of eternity... but he shakes his head.

He had a chance to implement all his plans now... and to meet his soulmate, whom he had missed for so many centuries. All he had to do was track you down.

And he's not going to lose.

"I'll find you... moya solnishko." he whispers to himself, fondly stroking the tattoo on his wrist. "And when I do, I'll make sure you'll never hide from me again." he promises, placing his lips on the tattoo on his wrist.

He would do anything to finally have someone to call his own…

"I was hoping to find you here." Aleksander turns around in surprise when he sees you standing behind him.

"How did you know?" he asks, putting the book back on the shelf. You see the title out of the corner of your eye.

The Lives of Saints

"I know many things." you say, leaning against the shelf. "But honestly? I didn't take you for someone who prays to saints. Or maybe your ego and ambition are so big that you want to become one of them?" you say teasingly, smirking at him. He rolls his eyes and takes your hand, leading you out of the library. You let him lead the two of you into the woods.

"You must have wanted something if you took your precious time to find me." he starts when you both walk a familiar path. This is where your strange "friendship" began, if you could call those stolen moments, kisses, and nights between you two like that… how poetic that it will end here as well.

"I am leaving." you speak briefly without looking at him.

You feel him tense up. It was probably not the answer he ever expected. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him swallow.

He clears his throat, trying to look composed. However, his dark eyes, as always, reveal his true feelings to you. You wonder if you're the only one who can read him like that. "Why?" he whispers.

"Apparently my warning was… not strong enough. One of the people who tried to kill you complained to my grandmother. I have to leave."

"I can talk to her…"

"No!" you cut him off quickly, letting go of his hand and standing in front of him. The last thing you need is his intercession with your grandmother. "I know you mean well, but it's the final decision."

"I see." he says coldly, looking away from you. "Is there anything else you wanted?"

"Yes." you say, pulling his dagger out of your sleeve, handing it to him. "I wanted to give it back to you."

"It's a gift. I'm not in the habit of taking back what I've given someone." he snorts, offended, at which you giggle, amused. He turns his gaze back to you, raising an eyebrow.

"I knew you'd say something like that. That's why…" you pull out a second, identical dagger to the one he gave you. The only difference is that the dagger's handle is decorated with a sun… an eclipsed sun. "I did it." you say, handing it to him.

He takes the dagger from you and examines the engraving. "Why it?" he asks curiously. "Why the eclipsed sun?" his gaze is burning, inquisitive. You know there's no turning back now. You take a step back, his dark irises following your every move.

You shrug. "Guess, shadow summoner."

He stares at you in shock. A thought… a ridiculous and beautiful thought crosses his mind. He knows there's no point in chasing after you. You'll run away from him anyway. But he can't help but scream after your receding silhouette. "What's your name?!"

You're smiling. But you don't turn around to look at him one last time, to steal one last look at his dark, piercing eyes, to get one more moment... Instead, you scream over your shoulder: "Call me sunshine!"

You disappear from his sight. Deep down, you know you'll meet again… But you weren't going to share your mother's fate… even for such mesmerising, dark eyes as his.

After hundreds of years, you've become accustomed to dreamless sleep.

It was your conscious choice. A promise to grandma, mother, and you. You didn't pray to the saints to bring you a dream about your soulmate. You didn't want him... even though his name on your wrist, hidden by your grandmother's bracelet, had tormented you for hundreds of years.

That's why, when your first dream started, you knew it was something bad. You knew your grandmother's necklace had somehow fallen off your neck. And so, you were dreaming. You dreamed about him... and he probably dreamed about you.

You galloped on a horse. It was early morning. The clearing where you galloped was shrouded in mist. The cool wind hit your skin, and your cloak billowed behind you as you tried to lose the black rider following you.

People usually run to their soulmates. They wanted to meet them at all costs. Not you. But the saints have never been merciful to you… maybe because you never prayed to any of them.

Or have they stopped letting you prolong the inevitable.

That's why the black rider soon caught up with you. He rode by your side for a moment, then shot forward. You knew he was trying to block your way, so you sped up and managed to catch up with him for a moment. You rode side by side for a while, but you didn't dare look and atface.

But your wishes no longer mattered.

He sped up ahead of you and stepped sideways, causing your horse to stop and stand on two legs. You held on tight to keep from falling. It wasn't until your horse had calmed down and stood on all four hooves that you loosened your grip on the reins.

"Moya solnishka..." his whisper made you shiver. You lifted your head and looked into those familiar, damned dark eyes that were the cause of all your troubles.

You sat still as he rode his horse closer to yours so he could touch your cheek with his hand. His thumb caressed your skin gently. "I've been waiting a long time for you."

You shivered, hypnotised, as you watched him lean closer to you. A familiar warmth spread through your body as you felt him amplify your powers. But his lips were too close for you to notice anything else than him; his touch and dark eyes, which were looking only at you...

You wake up suddenly. Your hand goes to your neck. Panicked, you discover that your grandmother's necklace is not there… you must have lost it in a fold.

"Fuck." you whisper, running your hand through your hair. The only defence against dreaming about your soul mate is gone. And now he knew who you really were... just as your fears were confirmed.

He was your soulmate. General Kirigan, Darkling, Black Heretic, the boy who was your first kiss hundreds of years ago…

The monster who created the fold…

And as it turned out… Aleksander Morozova.

You look around the room, realizing you're in a tent. And the red keftats of bustling healers confirm your worst fears.

During your journey through the fold, the ship was attacked by volcra. And you, obviously not wanting to die or let other people die, decided to use your power. You've done it hundreds of times before. Only much more discreetly… and you've never fainted from using so much of your power.

Your grandmother must be cursing you from the grave. She warned you a thousand times not to go near Ravka or the fold… and even after her death, you didn't listen to her. Now you have to sneak out of here somehow before word about the sun summoner spreads around the world. Hundreds of years of hiding will be wasted just because you weren't careful enough…

He was excited. He couldn't stand still.

His soulmate, his sun summoner, the solution to all his problems, his little sunshine was here.

He had been waiting for this moment for centuries. He had imagined it thousands of times. However, he never thought that his soulmate would be brought to him by his heartrender after they captured her after rescuing a ship full of people from the fold.

He dismisses everyone from the tent. Only he and she remain.

"It's been a long time, solnishko." he speaks softly. He is prepared for her silence and gives her a moment to process the situation. But he hoped to see a little more enthusiasm from her...

So he takes the time to look at her. On noting all the changes he might notice in her… her cool, indifferent look in those eyes that captivated him so much is one of the worst changes.

He clears his throat. You are still silent. You still ignore him. And Aleksander can't stand it.

"I had an interesting dream recently…" he begins, but you don't pick up on it. You don't really take your eyes off the floor… he's starting to get annoyed.

"You won't look at me?" he asks, waiting for your reaction. However, he finds nothing. Just a blank stare at the symbol he has chosen over the course of several hundred years. Eclipsed sun.

"You won't even comment on that? What a pity. I've always liked your sharp tongue." he says, taking a step towards you. You watched him carefully. He's a little triumphant to see that he's managed to catch your eye. Saints… he missed those damn eyes. "The cat stole your tongue? Or did they finally cut your tongue out for your insolence?"

"I thought you liked my sharp tongue." you snort sarcastically, avoiding his gaze as you realize he won't come any closer.

"She can talk!" he says, clapping his hands. "I was afraid something had happened to you, sunshine." you flinch at his words.

"Don't call me like that." you growl angrily, turning your stern gaze on him.

"You told me to call you that yourself. Don't you remember?"

"And now I take away your right to do so, Black Heretic. Or maybe you prefer a Starless Saint? I think I remember that you wanted to become one; what a pity people didn't even try to remember your name." you taunt him, and for a moment you see that he is offended, even hurt by your words, but his eyes quickly become blank, unmoved by your words.

As if he had heard them hundreds of times before and gotten used to them…

"I don't remember you being so… hostile to me before. What has changed?" he asks instead, watching you carefully and looking for answers in your eyes. But after all these years, you too know how to hide your emotions behind a stony mask of cold indifference.

"Maybe you didn't know me at all?" the question hangs between you for a while. You see for a moment that he hesitates with his answer, but his indecision is quickly replaced by a mocking, derisive smirk.

"When I heard about the mysterious Grisha, who can summon light and was stupid enough to throw herself into battle against hundreds of volcra, I immediately thought of you. And guess what…"

"At least one of the two of us should be concerned about Grishas' welfare. Why am I not surprised it's me and only me?" you see him clench his fists in rage when you insinuate that he's selfish, that he doesn't care about his people.

"Or maybe you don't know me at all?"

"I know men like you."

"There are no men like me. There are no others like us. And there will never be. I thought you had enough time to accept and understand it." he says bitterly, staring at you, disappointed. "Anyway, I have to go through the formalities. Your sleeve, please."

You stand still, too stubborn and angry to cooperate with him. He snorts, expecting your reaction, and takes two steps over the distance between you. You lift your head slightly, giving him a defiant look. He just gives you that irritating, confident smirk and grabs your hand gently, rolling up your sleeve himself. His dark eyes never leave yours. Even when his ring pierces the skin of your forearm.

You're so intent on each other that there might as well not have been that beam of light between you that shot the moment he made a small cut on your arm. It's just you and him. And from the unreadable smirk on his face, you might as well expect anything.

If you used to do it easily, now you can't read his eyes anymore. A skill he had to acquire over time. Hiding true emotions.

You both have changed. Each in its own way. He was no longer the nameless boy you met. And you weren't the mystery girl he used to know. He became the darkness he so often summoned... and you became the light you were meant to carry. If you once had anything in common, now you are completely strangers. Time heals wounds... or deepens them, but it always and undeniably changes people.

But neither of you could deny the connection between you. Even after all this time and even after what happened. It was a bound that was pulling you both towards each other…

"You and I are going to change the world, Y/N." you shivered hearing your real name for the first time come out of his mouth as lightly as if he had always called you that. Like he's always known you by that name deep in his heart.

Even if you didn't agree with him, you have to admit that he was right...

It's gonna be forver or it's gonna go down in flames...

#aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova x y/n #aleksander morozova #general kirigan #general kirigan x reader #the darkling #general kirigan x you #darkling shadow and bone #darkling #the darkling x reader #darkling x reader #the darkling x you #shadow and bone #love #oneshot #kasagia #aleksander kirigan #kirigan x reader #baghra morozova #darkling x y/n #darkling x you #soulmates #soulmarks #soulmate au #young love #love and hate #falling in love #lovers #aleksander morovoza #grisha

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - It's weird where I am right now, Okay?

Organized, in each category, by ones I'm enjoying most at the top. However, I've put quite a few on hold for travel reasons.

Oct 2023 Wk 4

Only a few screen shots for you this week, my hotel wifi is actually THAT bad.

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thurs iQIYI) 1 of 8 - Classic unlucky in love failed crush on straight bestie = both v queer and v emo yaoi. I gotta say I like these actors way better in this than their previous series, and maybe that’s because Tew is more like Tul and I just like Meen better when he’s… erm… mean. All of which is to say, this is off to a wonderful start and I am about to lose my very sleep deprived little mind... ready for a ABL ecstasy rant?

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I CAN'T EVEN.

"I play support because that way everyone is happy to see me show up," might be the single best moment of characterization BL has EVER seen.

Look here, in the grand cornucopia of BL universes this is my metaverse. It's pulp... but relatively high production. It has an established pair that I know I like... but who were given crap before. It's a tidy little script, it's not gonna run too long, and it's ALL the archetypes and tropes I love but rarely see. It's Japan's style otaku plus Korea's style gangster, Thailand's style friendship group, and it arrived out of NOWHERE. It's Korea's IP & money, Thailand's talent, and China's streaming service.

Do we know what the hell is going on?

No we do not.

Do we care when it's this much fun?

No we do not.

(In this I speak for everyone... no, EVERYONE.)

This show I why I got into BL.

Don't bother me with trifles. Me and My Dear Gangster Oppa are sailing off into the infinite pixilated sunset together, thank you very much.

Dangerous Romance (Fri YT) ep 11 of 12 - I managed to watch most of it on low rez before YT "discovered" I was in Asia and therefore could not be allowed to watch Asian shows. (AKA my VPN failed me.) But it seemed like a good ep.

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) Lucky Love ep 10 of 24 - I enjoyed this 2 part installment, it’s a bit of a sad sack recovery SAGA, but the acting is genuine, the couple believable, and the story felt particularly queer to me. 7/10 but close to an 8. It was really quite charming.

However: Next week looks not good on many levels - it's horror and I spotted guitar. Which is even more horrific. 

Absolute Zero (Thai Weds iQIYI) ep 5 of 12 - do temporal paradoxes exist in Thailand? That is the question. I gotta say Tor (Ongsa) is carrying this show and is doing a really great job, it's just the story itself doesn't resonate with me. Ugh it's so sad.

Is it, indeed, better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?

We only on ep 5 and had a full story arc already, there is A LOT more to go.

Venus in the Sky (Tues iQIYI) 9 of 10 eps - the fact that in losing Sky Venus also lost his surrogate family explains his resulting bitterness a little bit more. I wish we had gotten this back story much earlier. Still stupid pulp made me cry, which of course means it's back in my good books. This story is slow as fuck, but I'm going on a rollercoaster with it.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Kiseki: Dear to Me (Taiwan Tues Viki & iQIYI) ep 11 of 13(?) - I love them, okay? All of them. This is a great sappy classic Taiwanese BL and it is my baby and you can’t take it away from me. MINE. 

You Are Mine (Taiwan Fri Viki) eps 8 of 10 - oh noes it got sad, I thought they would at least would have had drunken sex before the drama. Sigh. Still the kissing was good, as it should be from Taiwan.

If It’s With You AKA Even If I Fall In Love With You AKA Kimi to nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo’ (Japan Gaga) ep 4 of 5 - Amane is so brave. About being gay. Being out. Confessing. Its admirable if scary. Otherwise this ep was pretty slow. 

Bump Up Business (Korea Gaga) 3-4 of 8 - how do I feel about this show? Conflicted. Are OnlyOneOf doing a great job? Yes, actually. Am I enjoying it? No, not really. Is this anyone's fault? I don't think so.

The little linguistic negotiation was cute tho. And we seem to have gotten idols kissing in a BL both in the same group, so that glass ceiling dildo has finally been broken.

NineMill are unexpectedly good, also KB plays a great evil ex. Of the 3, I think only Nine is good enough to go into acting permanently (but he's not tall enough). Still, all hail OnlyOneOf... kings of the "gay concept." You boys make me v nervous but as couple-branding goes, you just out branded Thailand. Mad props baibies. Legit never thought I'd see the day.

Trust Korea to be in it to win it.

Mr Cinderella 2 (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 6 of ? - i pretty much just forgot to watch this.

It's Airing But...

I Feel You Linger in the Air (Fri grey) ep 8 of 12 - I will try to watch and do a series review in November but... not sure I will be able to. Fingers crossed.

Love in Translation (Sat iQIYI) ep 8fin - completed but I couldn't catch the last ep, my final thoughts in Nov.

Only Friends (Sat YT) ep 12 fin - completed, but see afore mentioned YT issues. I'll review it in Nov. I anticipate better internet soon.

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - I find this series more fun to binge, so I'm waiting until it completes its run.

I Cannot Reach You AKA I Can't Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai (Japan Tues Netflix-Japan & ????) - in classic JBL fashion, I Cannot Reach You could not be reached. 

Can I Buy Your Love From A Vending Machine? AKA Sono Koi, Jihanki de Kaemasu ka? (Japan cinema release in-country only) - This one is a movie from Japan so in customary fashion who tf knows when (or if) it will get international distribution. Salaryman Ayumu Koiwai just can't tear his eyes away from the strong, muscular man as he checks on the stocks of the vending machine in his office.

One Room Angel (Japan Gaga) - adaptation of Harada’s manga of the same name (which I did not like) about a convenience store clerk who's stabbed, nearly dies, and returns home to find an angel waiting for him. With only 5 eps and a good chance this won’t end happy, I'm gonna wait and let you tell me how it goes.

Next Week Looks Like This

Upcoming October BL

10/31 SHADOW (Thai Gaga) 1 of 14 - this is a horror BL featuring ghosts and other paranormal elements in a high school setting. I'm not wild about Thai horror (or horror at all). It features Singto (who did paranormal BL He's Coming to Me) opposite Fluke N (who's done a couple horror's before). Also Fiat. Dan suffers from sleep paralysis, and in his dreams he sees a shadow that suffocates him. It gets worse when he transfers schools.

Upcoming November BL

11/3 Twins the series (Thailand ????) 1 of 10

11/17 Pit Babe (Thai) - Pavel my love!

11/19 Bake Me Please (OhmFluke but not, Thailand)

11/22 7 Days Before Valentine (Thailand) - horroresk

11/25 The Sign (Thailand) - horroresk

11/30 For Him the series (Thailand) - high heat

VIP Only (Taiwan) - may be delayed/canceled

Cooking Crush (OffGun, Thailand) - may be delayed, there some kinda gossip/rumor/shade happening at GMMTV

Wuju Bakery AKA Space Bakery (Korea) - this one may be DOA

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED).

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

My Universe - I just enjoyed the angle of this kiss shot.

Uh huh. Sure, honey. (Bump Up Buisness)

COULD THIS EXPLAIN THE SNUFFLE KISS?!!!!

(Last week)

#this week in bl #My Dear Gangster Oppa #may be the greatest thing ever to happen to me #My Universe: Lucky Love #My Universe the series #TulHin #Meen Nichakoon #thai bl #Venus in the Sky #Bump Up Buisness #Korean BL #OnlyOneOf #japanese bl #taiwanese bl #upcoming bl 2023 #november bl #Kiseki: Dear to Me

[fandomworld9728]

Oops... (Angel Dust/Lucifer)

(Requested by @buuteer) (AppleDust hidden relationship getting found out) (Hope this is okay. I wasn't really sure how to go about it and ran with this idea when it popped into my head)

(Warning! This takes place during episode 6 of Hazbin Hotel! So not only spoilers but trigger warning for Val being his usual dickhead, possessive, violent self!) (Also, protective Lucifer and Alastor as a bonus!)

"You forget who you're talking to. I own you."

The pink chains connecting Angel to the Overlord were yanked, pulling him close to him. "Yeah. You do. In the studio, and you can do anything you want to me in there, just like our deal says. But out here? I get to do what I want. So once again. Fuck off-"

Before Angel could finish, the moth demon had back handed him, sending him and Niffty to the floor. Mouth now bleeding. It had felt good to finally stand up to the man even with the repercussions. He wasn't about to let the creep mess with his friends. Especially not after what had happened that day with Charlie.

"Enjoy the rest of your night, bitch, because I'm going to enjoy making you pay for it tomorrow."

A flash of light bright light mixed with an eerie green filled the place, a summoning circle now between Angel Dust and Valentino to keep them separated. "What the fuck is this?"

Hushed whispers came from the sinners arounds them as Lucifer stepped out of the circle and walked slowly towards the moth demon, Alastor, who had accidentally got caught up in this, stayed put scanning over the people of the hotel. More importantly, over the two souls that he owned.

"That is a good question. What is all this?"

"Oh. Fuck. No, wait. Luci don't."

"Luci? Angel sweetie, have you been fucking our dear King and keeping it from me?"

Fuck. "Val listen-"

"Wow. You're that possessive that you need to know all of his clients when you never bothered to ask in the first place? That's how it started out and now it's much more than that. I've tried to stay out of this because that's what Angel wanted. However, this is the second time you've struck him since we've been together."

To say that Lucifer was pissed was an understatement. The day that Angel came to him after a long day of work to relieve some stress and was sporting a black eye, he was ready to go and teach that Overlord how to properly treat the souls under his care. But he was asked to stay out of it. Was reassured that Angel wanted to get out of this and handle it on his own. Lucifer only backed off when he was promised that the next time something like that or worse happened that he had permission to break the guy's face in.

"Ugh, I'm getting an ache in my neck. You're too goddamn tall. How about you come down to my height?!"

Seeing this side of Lucifer did something to Angel. Small, beautiful, powerful, Lucifer. The King of Hell. Defending him like this. The spider demon wouldn't help but feel so loved and cared for.

"Holy shit, Angie. You're datin' the King of Hell and didn't tell me?" Cherri asked, helping her best friend up.

"I'll uh... explain later. Oh shit. Where's Niff?"

"Our dear Niffty was involved in this?" And now Alastor was going to join in the beating. Angel wasn't going to complain. The guy had it coming for a long time.

~

Landing on her butt in the hotel's foyer after Adam forcefully sent them back through a portal, Charlie jumped up and ran over to the group sitting and tending to Angel. Her dad was wiping the blood from his lips to make it easier to heal while Alastor, surprisingly enough, was holding Niffty protectively.

"Dad! You've been dating Angel Dust?! Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't either of you tell me? When did it happen? For how long?" A long string of rushed out questions tumbled from her mouth before Vaggie lightly took her by the shoulders and made her sit down.

"Babe. Give them a chance to answer."

"Wait.... how did you find out? This came out while you were in Heaven."

"Oh. Well. We were watching you guys to prove to Sera and the court that redemption could be possible. Uh... Adam was not happy when he found out... but the rest of the court was pleasantly surprised at how you acted and handled the situation! So, Sera would love for you to join us for our rescheduled meeting."

"Of course she does."

"Hey. It's alright baby. I'll join ya if it'll make ya feel better." It felt good to have their relationship out and in the open now. He should have listened to Lucifer before about just being open about it since the beginning.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel alastor #angel dust hazbin hotel #appledust

[chryblossomjjk]

bts fic recommendations | 03.07.23

→ hi friends! this is a little segment i do every tuesday (reviewsday get it, aren’t i funny, pls tell me how funny i am) where i read and review two-three fics. as a content creator, i know how big of a role other creators play in your growth, therefore, i want to do my part in making sure everyone gets the recognition they deserve! so with that being said, please check out the amazing fics listed below. make sure to like, reblog, and leave feedback! ♡ #reviewsday #kikirecs

stardust - @euphoricfilter (jjk x reader | fluff, smut, f2l)

summary:  if jungkook would have known an unintentional orgasm would have led to this, then he would have begged you to work out with him sooner.

naur bby when i tell you i loved this from the first paragraph...

"If every living being’s foundation is made of stardust, scattered when born, then Jungkook thinks the two of you were made from the same star."

and the way you continued the analogy throughout was pure literature gold (or should i say diamond teehee). its stuff like this that i read and im like damn, the moots are really out here posting fics that could easily be published best sellers for fucking free!! how lucky are we!!!

OOF AND THE PILLOW PRINCESS COMMENT HAD ME LOOKING AROUND THE ROOM BLUSHING BC HOW DOES HE KNOW ME LIKE THAT I FELT CALLED OUT LMAO

and the whole workout scene hits even better after his workout live like i legit was able to visual everything... and sex in the mirror will never not be top tier :')

i love this jungkook dearly. this is how i imagine irl jk yk? just that hopeless romantic vibe, feeling that he has someone on this earth that is meant for him and he's meant for them. thats encapsulated so beautifully in this fic. such beautiful writing, thank you for blessing us with this fucking masterpiece!!

knee high socks - @minniesvenus (jjk x reader | smut, college au)

summary: after being obsessed with you and your knee high socks for forever, jungkook can't believe that you finally notice him.

okay so do you ever just hear a song or smell a smell that feels so incredibly nostalgic and fills your head with dreamy thoughts and stars and stuff... that's exactly how i felt while reading this! like i just kept thinking of the arctic monkeys song and the way you characterized jungkook's crush is just so authentic. its just that pure school crush feeling where you anticpate seeing this person and the more time you see them you pick up on little things and it makes you fall even deeper oof. there's just something so fimilair about the way you wrote this and it's probably one of the most realistic depictions i've seen of the natural progression of a crush like uGH THE FUCKING TALENT !!!

and it makes you root for him so much like i was internally cheering for him when she asked him to sit next to him. it was so fucking wholesome and sweet i screamed

and then shit got unwholesome real quick whew

her giving him praise actually made me so happy though! like you definitely inspired me to write more of that bc its so refreshing and cute!! and the smut was saur naughty but so sweet bc she was just guiding him through the motions and once again it just felt so natural which is no easy feet!! like you really hit the nail on the head with this one and it will be added to my comfort fic list asap!! so so so lovely!!

in the seom: love for dummies - @thvhoe (jjk x reader | smut, fluff, angst, fwb, college au, camping au)

summary: always the friend, never the girlfriend. jeon jungkook doesn't date. at least that's what he thought until he met you, a chemistry student who seemed to have it all—except for love. meeting at a mutual friends frat party, you hit it off right away. however, due to both of your stubbornness, it has never progressed beyond being friends with benefits. the annual camping trip with your friend group was supposed to be the turning point in your relationship with jungkook. but what happens when your best friend of 18 years unexpectedly comes back from busan and confesses to you, further complicating matters?

OoF WHAT A FUCKING OPENING SCENE LMAO!! i was horny from fucking JUMP!!! and kook juggling between pet names and not knowing what to call her made me giggle but always made me extremely soft like aw :') <3

and y/n really whipped that fuckboy into shape we love to see it!! he better buy gifts n work for the coochie!!! >:(

"Pookie🩶: Can't sleep. Send me a pic of your boobies?"

this had me cackling bc this behavior is saur... annoyingly endearing like he legit is a big baby and i love him lmao even though unholy he is extremely cute.

^y/n and i both having immaculate taste and listening to ditto

and i am so thankful things turned out well for this pairing. i felt so sad for him like ugh the protectiveness and worry over her. he was generally just so wholesome throughout this entire fic. def a fav protrayal of jungkook. thank you so much for sharing this beautiful peice with us my love!

#reviewsday #kikirecs #jungkook #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenario #jungkook au #bts fanfic #bts fic recs #bts #bangtan #jungkook x y/n

[michelleleewise]

Hi! I saw your requests are open and I would like to request something. The thought of Loki pretending to be someone else just to make sure the reader really liked him back is both sad and amusing at the same time. Can you make a short story or drabble based on that idea? Thank you so much.

I love this idea, so very much!! I think it would be funny watching him try to act like someone else, and also sad like you said that he would feel he needed to do that, soooo I'm gonna pick this up, and run with it!! 😁💚 thank you for the request!!

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You can tell me

Pairing: Loki x gn reader

Warnings: touch of angst, self esteem issues, a dash of fluff. Loki being loki, mentions of alcohol

Summary: your a lab technician at stark tower, and with that you've grown close to the group of heroes, developing a massive crush on a certain God, little did you know he felt the same...

You sat at the bar, nursing your drink contemplating why you came. Tony was infamous for his lavish parties, but you would rather be curled up on your couch watching a movie with your blanket. "Hey y/n, having fun?" You heard Bruce as he walked up. "I mean I guess, why did you invite me again?" You asked sipping your drink. "Because, you spend all day in that lab, you deserve a little fun." He said grabbing his drink. "If you say so." You sighed swirling your glass. "Come on, go mingle." He said nudging your arm. "Maybe in a bit." You said looking down. "Ok suit yourself." He said walking off.

Your eyes scanned the room, looking for the only person you wanted to talk to. Not seeing the raven haired man anywhere, you sighed waving at the bartender "he's probably already taken someone to his room." You said to yourself. "Hey, there you are." You heard Steve as he sat next to you. You looked up at him "heeey Steve, how are you?" You asked looking around, thinking he must be drunk, he hardly ever talks to you.

"Oh, you know, busy defending justice and all that." He said smiling. "Right." You nodded watching him. "So, having fun? See anyone interesting?" He asked wiggling his eyebrows. Yeah, he's drunk. "Oh, um yeah it's alright. Not really what I'm in to. Id rather be home on my couch." You laughed as he watched you. "Hmm, well, anyone you want to take to that couch with you?" He asked winking. You sighed "look, Steve, I'm flattered, but.." you started "No, No not me. Anyone.......else?" He asked leaning on the bar. You felt your cheeks heat up thinking about the man you would love to take home and have your way with. "Umm, not really no, well he's not here anyway so." You shrugged.

"Oh, there is someone. Come on, who is it?" He asked turning towards you. "Steve, I don't think.." you started "nonsense, you can tell me, I won't say anything, scouts honor." He said holding his hand up making you laugh. "Ugh alright. Well he's tall, the softest looking hair, and the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, he's charming and sweet, beautiful really." You sighed looking down "and a voice that could melt an iceberg." You said downing your drink. "Mmm sounds dreamy, does this charming man have a name?" He asked "mmm, I don't think I should say." You said looking at him "besides, he would never feel the same about me." You smiled sadly.

"You don't know that, your intelligent, witty, have a wonderful sense of humor, and you have a way of lighting up whatever room you walk into, any man would be lucky to have you as theirs." He said sternly. "Ha ha yeah ok." You rolled your eyes. "Y/n.." he started before he looked to the other side of the room. "I...uh have to go....I forgot I have to.....polish my shield. Can't fight for patriotism with a dirty shield." He saluted running off. "That was weird." You said sipping your drink. You sat there a bit longer, turning to scan the room. You saw Steve talking with Tony and Bruce, Natasha and Wanda were sitting on one of the sofas as you spotted Thor and Loki sitting on the other. You sighed, finishing your drink you pushed yourself up heading for the elevators.

"Hey kid, leaving so soon." You heard Tony ask. "Yeah, I'm gonna head out. Oh, Steve how's your shield?" You smiled remembering your conversation. "What do you mean? It's fine." He said furrowing his eyebrows. "You said you needed to polish it, remember?" You asked. "When did I say that?" He asked "earlier, when you were at the bar, you said...." you stopped as realization hit you, that wasn't Steve. "Will you excuse me please." You said leaving Tony and Steve.

You headed for the sofas, but Loki was gone. You scanned the room, standing on your toes searching through the sea of people when your eyes spotted his raven hair, ducking between people heading for the elevators. "Oh no you dont." You said as you pushed past everyone heading for the hall. You came out right in front of the hallway, not seeing Loki come out when you turned towards the elevator, seeing him in his black suit, frantically hitting the elevator button. You strode down the hall, determined to catch him before it arrived.

"Loki.." you said coming up behind him. You saw him freeze before turning around, offering you a huge smile. "Y/n, hello. How are you?" He asked. "Cut the crap, I know it was you." You said poking him in the chest. His smile fell slightly as he looked at you "I apologize for my deception y/n, but I needed to know." He said fidgeting with his hands. "Needed to know what?" You asked crossing your arms. "How you felt about me." He said, putting his hands in his pockets. "What, so you can mock me, tease me, tell everyone how pathetic I am?" You said beginning to pace the hallway. "Absolutely not, that is not why I wanted to know." He said stepping forward. "Then why Loki? Why would you humilate me? trick me into admitting I love you!" You yelled, slapping your hand over your mouth realizing what you said.

Loki stepped forward, staring into your eyes as the elevator dinged. "Nevermind, I'm going. Good night Loki." You said, feeling your eyes tear up as you stormed into the elevator, frantically pressing the button, watching Loki stand there staring at you as the doors closed. "God I'm such an idiot." You sighed to yourself as you reached the ground floor, heading to your car. You fiddled with your keys as you heard footsteps behind you "y/n, please wait." You heard. "Loki, I don't want to talk about it." You sighed turning around, not realizing how close he was.

"The reason I wanted to know how you felt about me, was to see of my feelings were reciprocated." He said bringing his hand up, cupping your cheek. "Wait, what?" You asked as he smiled. "I have longed for you for sometime, your the only reason I go to that dingy lab." He said sliding his hand to your neck. "Why didn't you just ask me?" You said looking at him. "I was...afraid I may have been wrong." He sighed looking into your eyes. "Y/n, would you allow me to court you?" He asked grabbing your hand with his free one. "You, want to court.....me?" You asked staring at him. "If you'll have me, yes." He said stepping closer, his nose inches from yours. "Umm...I'd like that very much Loki." You said smiling.

You saw his eyes flicker to your lips and back, as he closed the distance, pressing his lips softly on yours. You turned your head, deepening the kiss, running your along his bottom lip, sliding your tongue in as he parted his lips. He moaned into your mouth as your fingers laced through his hair, slightly tugging. Pulling apart for air you looked into eachothers eyes "so, wanna come sit on my couch with me?" You asked "I would love nothing more." He said, pecking your lips climbing in the car. "Oh, and you really need to work on your impression of Steve, I thought he went crazy." You laughed starting your car. "Noted." He said laughing.

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@vbecker10 @lokiprompts

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[localguy2]

I've watched the first 7 episodes of Dragons Rising and while yes I haven't finished it I have so much to say.

First of all, the animation, holy fuck the animation looks so good, and here I thought that it couldn't get better than Crystalized's animation.

The fight scenes are once again, incredible, standard with Wildbrain's animation, the set pieces and backgrounds and just everything is so incredibe and including the Ninja powers & Spinjitzu, which may I add both look absolutely gorgeous.

Wildbrain has taken it to the next level, so amazing job to them.

Arin and Sora and Riyu.

Fuck me i love them already so much-

poor Sora got treated so badly, she reminds me of Nya when she was still figuring out her powers, she's frustrated of herself and feels responsible for the Photacs despite it not really being her fault, she was still young when she made them and the Imperium used her technology for things she resented can't wait to see where she goes next.

Arin.

I don't even know what to say, he's just so damn loveable, it broke my heart to see him ask the Cloud Kingdom writers to bring his parents back, because despite being at least a bit more mature and skilled, he's still just a kid at the end of the day, and that scene with him in Imperium when he finds that group of kids like is just... Fuck man, he literally says he feels so seen, he saw people sorta like him but that was also taken away with how they immediately started talking about serving the Imperium Claws, such a good character and I'm hyped to see what they do with him.

Riyu.

Little dragon baby, that's all I'm gonna say, you just can't hate on him, are you seriously going to pick a fight with a little guy like that?

Okay now, old team members.

Finally, we got actual RGB siblings content, not like a few seconds worth of interaction, and hell it's really good as well.

They just take the piss at each other and mess around, I especially like the scene in the Cloud Kingdom archives, and the one on the new bounty where Sora explains how Arin told a barber to give him "The Zane", only for Kai to interject and tell Arin to get "The Kai", it's such a fun scene.

Nya is badass as always, great to see, I especially love how she's respected by the craglings to the point that their leader takes her word for a lot of stuff.

Kai has taken a more responsible role while still being himself, which I love so much because he's being serious while also being the dumbest guy alive

And Lloyd is well, Lloyd! He's just chilling and I'm happy that not all focus is on him, actually that brings me to another the point, the show doesn't really focus on 1 character all that often, it keeps changing POVs constantly and it's really nice, props to them.

Sidenote: this scene... Ugh man it hits...

Lloyd is so surprised by this, and the kids coming along to explain it is just uhhhh I love it.

Finally, dialogue, lore and the humor.

One of my biggest gripes with Ninjago from SotFS to Crystalized is was that it was no longer a story with some elements of comedy, rather it was a comedy with a story.

It still told really good stories don't get me wrong, but the comedy just didn't land most of the time, and that sorta unintentionally affected the story as well, it felt too childish and while Ninjago is a kids show, the jokes were just too on the nose sometimes.

But, with Dragons Rising?

Haha, NOPE!

I love the comedy here, it's so goofy and fun at times but it's never on the nose, I found myself constantly smiling when they joke about something, the gags are aimed at kids and adults as well, and it shows.

This scene for example.

This is such a ridiculous and goofy gag I can't help but smile each time I see it, and the series keeps this type of humor up the whole time, it's fantastic!

The lore.

Jesus man I love the world they've built, it's so good and you really feel the sheer diversity and verity of the Crossroads, you really get a feel for it.

It basically screaming: The Merge displaced so many many people, which is everyone is welcome here regardless of what you are, Nindriod, Frog, serpentine, Human, anything! You're accepted here.

And I think that's lovely.

And for the Dialogue, it's excellent.

It reveals what you need to know most of the time using Flashbacks, and these flashbacks are nice as well.

The dialogue isn't boring, not at all, even if it's a small comment and it feels really fitting most of the the time thankfully.

Now, the only issue I have with DR is potentially the pacing, but I literally don't have it in me to blame the predoucers.

This is the first time this team has tried writing 22 minutes long episodes, and they have done an absolutely spectacular job at that so far.

Remember, this team is used to writing 11 minute episodes only, so you could imagine how challenging it was for them to write a 22 minute episode.

And the best part is, they pulled it off almost flawlessly, they hit perfectly with the humor, world building, lore and just everything, seriously amazing job to these guys!

So overall, Dragons Rising Part 1 so far is absolutely awesome, I still haven 3 more episodes and I honestly can't wait to finish them, I'm so excited for part 2 and I hope yall are as well.

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago dragons rising spoilers #ninjago spoilers #Love this show so much

[juniperhillpatient]

"Jet" Re-Watch

I'll be honest, this episode is one of those that I've seen A LOT. So, it's not like there were any surprise takeaways. Jet is one of my favorite characters & "Jet" is one of my favorite episodes to re-watch. So, let's talk about Jet - the character - & why I love him. And let's also talk about why I have a love-hate relationship with his titular episode.

This is the very first episode of my re-watch where I'm going to.....ugh. criticize the narrative framing...

Look, I love a sympathetic anti-hero & that's at least part of why I love Jet - anyone who knows me knows I am drawn to morally gray characters, flawed people with good intentions, traumatized villains who see themselves as the hero - & that's a huge part of why I love Jet. But I think it's doing a disservice to critical engagement with the material to NOT acknowledge the way Jet is framed as the "scary evil Earth Kingdom rebel fighting back the "wrong" way." This episode felt very much like propaganda not to trust people who are TOO rebellious or TOO angry at their oppressors.

Remember kids, violent rebellion is never the answer even when you're being violently oppressed. Anyone who says otherwise probably wants to murder babies!

Sokka getting to be the grumpy mom of the group is always fun & I gotta feel bad for the guy. It can't be easy keeping these kids in check when they're always so eager to be reckless & don't even take him seriously or respect him! And poor Sokka was right in the end...And was way less of an asshole about it than I would've been after all the crap he took!

Jet's entrance is just so badass. I absolutely loved the Freedom Fighters coming in & immediately kicking ass & winning over both Katara & Aang. And also I'm sorry but I must say it. The Avatar fandom is so sick & twisted & wrong for everyone fighting over if Katara should be with her little brother-like friend or Zuko when Jet is RIGHT there. From the bottom of my heart, I'll never forgive the Avatar fandom for having such bad taste just LOOK AT THEM

What is this....Sad......................alright, okay, okay, I'm done.

ANYWAY!!! Katara's instant chemistry with Jet is so real & I love how she got insta-heart-eyes. I love you Simptara. Girl, can't you even tell when your episode of the week love interest is introduced anime style as a person you obviously can't trust? So fucking funny to me. Like, Katara, haven't you ever seen a single episode of television? Jet is handsome & smooth & charming & he has wheat in his mouth. Of course he's gonna break your heart baby girl, it's right there in the narrative framing.

Also, Jet is a manipulative little shit & I love him. I think a big reason Jet gets a lot of hate ASIDE from the NaRrAtIvE fRaMiNg issues is that he IS in fact very calculated & manipulative. I think it's worth noting though, that the Freedom Fighters look to him as a "good leader." Jet is clearly the kind of person that is good with people, & good at leading others as well as being mature for his age. So, he's taken on the mantle of leadership with these kids. Yes, he is manipulative & he mugs sad old Fire Nation colonizers, but like, he was given the mantle of leadership at EIGHT YEARS OLD after watching his parents die y'all. Cut him some slack for not having the soundest moral compass, jeez.

Like, what can I really say here? No, you're right guys, an eight-year-old who witnessed his village being destroyed & his parents dying & then was left to protect other orphaned kids should TOTALLY understand that #NotAllFireNationPeople are bad. Obviously, that's a reasonable expectation.

Anyway, Jet's plan to flood the village is very....interesting. I've seen it discussed endlessly whether there are ex-Fire Nation generals in that village, whether the old man Jet mugged was an ex-Fire Nation general, whether there were Earth Kingdom citizens living there or not, & well...it's all just VERY vague. The show doesn't tell us because I guess the point is that "murder is bad." Which...sure, I guess. Still would've been nice to understand more details?

A big anti-Jetara argument that I get pretty much every time I say I ship them is that he broke her heart & made her cry & also wanted to commit mass murder. To that I say.....where's your sense of drama? Jet touching Katara's face as she turns away crying, horrified by what she might've helped him accomplish is just good drama. I don't know what to tell you. Have fun shipping boring things where the characters have no complexity & only ever agree with each other I guess.....

Sokka does deserve some major props in this episode, I'll say that. He put up with pretty much constant shit from Katara & Aang both, he was right in the end about Jet's plans NOT being something Katara & Aang would like, AND he managed to warn the village about the flood. So yeah, props to Sokka.

Anyway, this "re-watch takeaway" post....ended up being.... just...me defending Jet & saying Jetara rights. Whoops. Oh well, I feel like that's a fitting takeaway for this episode :)

#jet #atla book 1 #atla re watch #jetara #i'm tagging the damn ship since i accidentally talked about it so much LOL

[rahleeyah]

i finally watched the latest episode of ted lasso and im all sorts of emotional mess right now. i’m so glad there was never a second where rupert being humanized entitled him to rebecca’s forgiveness. i can’t believe they managed to redeem nate in my eyes. healing generational trauma. and keeley and roy and keely and barbara… ugh such a good episode.

Ted is honestly such a good, well made, thoughtful, intentional show, and I have enjoyed it so much. I remain consistently baffled by the myriad "This show is bad, actually" takes I've seen recently, as most of them appear to fall into two categories: 1) written by people who believe sincere is the worst thing a person can be or 2) written by people who are mad they aren't getting a show that caters only to their personal whims. "Ted has lost his way!" proclaims local shit-stirrer, who seems to have been under the impression they were watching a straight up comedy, which Ted has never been, or tried to be. "The characters are unrecognizable!" proclaims local internet denizen who appears to believe that "character development" means "the two characters I like best kissing on my screen".

I have read my share of baffling oped pieces for other shows - like the recent "article" my phone pushed to me that was simply a "self-proclaimed cinephile" (always a bad sign) complaining about how Olivia is power hungry and evil which. Just say you think the only valid woman is a tradwife and move on - but the glee with which people are loudly and proudly proclaiming unfounded and ignorant-of-storytelling-structure takes about Ted is the most "I'm being Punk'd, right?" I've felt about fandom discourse in a while, and that's saying something.

In S3 "boxes" Trent gives us the thesis statement of the entire damn thing when he comes to Ted, beside himself with excitement at having "figured it out". I actually went and looked up the transcript for this (Ted's responses removed for clarity):

"You haven't switched tactics in a week. You've done this over three seasons. By slowly but surely building a club-wide culture of trust and support through thousands of imperceptible moments, all leading to their inevitable conclusion. Total Football. It's gonna work. Doesn't even matter what number four is."

Trent has just essentially broken the 4th wall and told us what the show is doing.

The show hasn't done anything randomly, and it has never, for a moment, abandoned its mission. It's been on mission, the whole time. And that mission wasn't about only making people laugh or only telling a love story (or series of love stories); it has, always been about a group of people who love each other, and how the bonds between people are built and sustained through the choices we make and the things we experience, together. It's about all the imperceptible moments that make a family, that make a life. Every single little thing that's happened matters (like the little things that happen in real life all matter, all add up); it is all part of a cohesive whole. And it's really, really gorgeous.

#asks #I've been big mad about the discourse for a while sorry

[seacharms]

BTS reaction to helping you with writer's block (Idol AU) (Suga and RM)

~Hey guys! I know I've not updated in a LONG time but I was busy with all the shifting and stuff :l anyways back to the story.~

Kim Namjoon🐨:

You were in comeback season, you were the songwriter of your group and you were on writer's block! UGH JUST PERFECT! You told Namjoon about your writer's block, and he didn't even say anything, he simply crashed his lips softly on yours. "N - Namjoon, w- what are you d- doing?" You said stuttering. "Giving you inspiration, Jagi" he said as he undressed you both slowly while kissing your shoulder blade. He picked you up and took you into the bedroom. The next thing you knew, you were on the bed with him on top of you, and the room was dimly lit. You both had one hell of a night. You used the feelings of last night in your song. Your song went viral! Namjoon heard it and gosh, this man had the biggest smirk on his face. "I see that I inspire you as well? Thank you Jagi".

Daddy Joon

Yoongi 🐈:

"Yoongi ah" you said, "hm? What do you need aegi?" he answered from the kitchen. You told him about your writer's block, and he understood every word you said since he had also encountered it many times throughout his career. He was never the one for touchy ness but he knew how much your lyrics meant to you and your fans. So, he embraced you in his hands and whispered sweet things to you. Enough to make you blush and to make your musical brain work. He looked at you proudly as you wrote your lyrics the same night. After weeks of hard work, you finally released the song. He was the first one to listen to it, he was just so goddamn proud of you when he realized that the song was about him. His heart melted and felt even more love for you. He felt like you were his little kitten and he had to protect you from the world. He surprised you with a dinner date that evening. ( he did the cooking ) <3.

OMG, THIS BABY IS SO PRECIOUS !!

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[btsqualityy]

I’m trying to share the love! So Isla meeting Junghyun officially meeting and they end up later on pulling a Min/Yoongi ‘entanglement’. Isla give me big mama Min vibes besides Brooklyn!

Warnings: smut, public sex, creampie

"You sure it's ok if I tag along to the rehearsal?" Isla asked as Brooklyn guided her out of the elevator and onto the seventh floor in the JWA building.

"Of course," Brooklyn smiled. "Besides, I get bored waiting for Daesung by myself because he gets so absorbed into work so it'd be nice to have company."

"Whatever," Isla chuckled as they made it to the rehearsal room, Brooklyn pushing open the door before they stepped inside. The Pulse members were in the midst of dancing but when Daesung saw Brooklyn, he instantly went over to the sound system and cut the song off.

"Hey!" Hojin exclaimed, watching with a glare as Daesung made a beeline for his girlfriend.

"Hi Ji," he smiled, leaning forward and kissing Brooklyn firmly.

"Mmm, hi," she replied. "How's rehearsal?"

"Much better until you interrupted us," Kyumin joked as he walked over to them, giving Brooklyn a quick hug.

"Not my fault that my man loves me," she joked.

"Who's your friend Brooklyn?" Jaewon wondered, giving Isla a flirty smile.

"This is my best friend Isla," she introduced them. "Isla, this is Jaewon, Kyumin, Hojin, and Junghyun."

"Nice to meet you gorgeous," Hojin smiled.

"The pleasure is certainly all ours," Jaewon smirked.

"Well, you see who the hoes of the group are," Daesung chuckled.

"Hey!" Both of them shouted in protest.

"I assume we're taking a break since Brooklyn's here?" Kyumin wondered.

"You know it," Brooklyn smiled.

"So much for you being soooo bored," Isla muttered with a roll of her eyes. As everyone dispersed to do their own thing, Junghyun stepped up to Isla, smiling shyly.

"Hi," he said.

"Hey."

"I didn't know Brook had a best friend," Junghyun murmured. "When she's with Daesung, she doesn't say much because they're too busy making goo goo eyes at each other."

"Ugh, tell me about it," Isla laughed. "Feels like I've lost my best friend to some dick and then a baby."

"Same here," Junghyun agreed. "So, how old are you?"

"Same age as Brook, 19."

"I'm 20."

"So you're my oppa then?" Isla smiled and Junghyun nodded his head.

"Maybe we can get to know each other better then," he offered. "Since our best friends are together and they share a baby."

"Maybe," she smiled softly. "Maybe."

.........................................................................................

"Fuck baby, just like that," Isla whimpered, her hands scrambling for purchase as Junghyun thrusted into her roughly. They were tucked together in a bathroom stall in the JWA building, Isla's legs wrapped around Junghyun's waist as he fucked her.

It had been a month since their first meeting and three weeks since they had sex for the first time and though Isla hated to admit it, she was falling fast. Junghyun was sweet, caring, sensitive, and so damn attentive. She had never dated a man like him and even though it hadn't been long, she definitely felt like she could spend a long time with him.

"You're so fucking tight around me baby, fuck," Junghyun groaned as he pushed his face into her neck. "You're gonna make me come."

"Want you to come inside me," she purred into his ear. "Come inside of my pussy baby."

"God...damn it!" He literally growled, one of his hands moving away from where it had been stationed on her hip and slamming against the stall as he came inside of her. Isla came as well, her nails digging into his back as they rode out their highs together.

"Holy fuck," she giggled once they had recovered, unwrapping her legs from his waist and setting herself back onto the ground. "The sex is as good as always."

"I'm glad you think so baby," he chuckled, buttoning his pants back up as Isla fixed her skirt. "You know, I think we should make this a little more official."

"What do you mean?"

"Isla, I really like you," Junghyun stated seriously. "I want to be with you."

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend in a stall in the men's room, with your cum coming out of me?" Isla wondered with a smile.

"I guess I am," he chuckled.

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend," Isla nodded.

"Good," Junghyun grinned, leaning down and kissing her firmly.

#btsqualityy drabbles #drabble day 2 #adult isla

[bonefall]

Going just by TPB and TNP, out of Ashfur, and Brambleclaw, who would you have had picked if you were in Squirrelflight's place?

Also, did petty!Ashfur name Brindlekit after his mom?

And if it had turned out the 3 were Squirrelflight's and Ashfur's, how do you think that would have gone over?

Who would you pick?

Well... I sort of don't like the way the question is posed, you know? I've been in Squirrelflight's place before and I picked the Brambleclaw, not because it was a logical choice, but because I loved them. Because they made me feel needed and important in a time I felt aimless.

(Nevermind how much of that is caused by the abuser's attempts to shame and humiliate you. That's difficult to realize when you've taken the hook.)

She shouldn't have had to be with either one, but when she broke it off with Ashfur, it's easy to forget that Ashfur also started mistreating her. The wretchedness she felt was something she brought up with Leafpool, praying that she'd made the right 'choice.' That's when Leafpool shares her StarClan Shipping Dreams which makes Squilf feel better about it all.

But it shouldn't have to have been a choice!! And I think Ashfur suddenly cutting her off (and probably causing a schism in her friend group) contributed to Squilf feeling like she had to make a call here instead of realizing it's a false dichotomy.

I think Sweet Nothings/Petty Ashfur, with many years of experience and introspection, kinda realizes this and is horrified by it. He could have helped her, but in his spite, he made her life so much worse.

Anyway,

Brindlekit

Yep! She was named after his mom. He named Brindle and Squirrel, Hawkfrost named Frost, Reed named Ash.

The Three: Ashfur x Squirrelflight Edition

I think it's a neat thought, but when I really examine it, I don't see how very much would change. There really isn't much scandal in it. They were both full ThunderClan warriors who were dating, Bramble would have known Squilf was pregnant when they got together, so... the most this secret being revealed would do is make a mildly awkward gathering.

And canon Ashfur? I don't think it would really matter to him very much. The reason she was able to get him to NOT kill her kids is because they weren't Squirrelflight's. He wanted to hurt her, but she used the truth of their parentage to say it wouldn't matter if they live or die.

which bothers me immensely btw in WHAT world would anyone ever just be like,

"Ok I believe you. You definitely don't love these kids you ran towards a fire to save, obviously, they're adopted ugh. Let me just let these three witnesses walk away from my attempted murder-- I'll find some other way to hurt you later :)"

Sooo... what would it matter if they were Ashfur's kids, y'know? It was never about them being Brambleclaw's children, it was about hurting Squilf.

Just sort of seems like a less twisty twist that wouldn't even work, unless you wanted an AU where the Three die at the hands of their crummy biodad

#Warrior Cats Analysis

[sleekervae]

The Neighbour [3.5]

Masterlist

A/N: Ugh, I think I'm better at writing smut at this point than I am at an actual plot lol. Anyway, Happy Friday the 13th everybody! I'm pulling my hair our after seeing that teaser for Broken, so we get another chapter to tide us over until next Friday :)

*EDITS MADE*

Warnings: slight angst, Eva's a little depressed

Chris' hair flew in time to his subtle head banging, enthralled and enraptured as much as the boys were with the sound of the latest rendition of their new hit. It was a lighter song in comparison to other works on this new album, and yet it was clinically critical and fit their aesthetic so well.

Remington had begun to dance in the middle of the living room, his blonde hair flying from side to side as he bopped around to 'No Love in LA'. Emerson was still sat on the couch, admiring one of his calendars whilst subconsciously critiquing his own pace and timing within the song. And Sebastian stood over Chris at the table, overlooking the play bar with its various spikes in rhythm like the proud father of a newborn.

When the track ended, Chris slapped the table and stood up, doing a light stretch before announcing "Whelp! -- I need to pee!"

"Call CNN," Emerson smirked.

"Do you ever just stop and take note of how many times you piss in a day?" Remington asked as Chris started out.

"You know, I've never actually thought about it until I started working with you guys," Chris laughed, "Just accept my hamster bladder and be well,"

"God speed," Sebastian waved him off.

Just as he dipped around the corner, the boys heard the front door swing open and slam shut. Larissa and Shy strides in, clutching to-go boxes in their hands and meandering about quietly.

"Hey," Sebastian greeted them, "How was lunch?"

"It was okay," Larissa nodded, "Packed to the brim despite covid,"

"You guys are back early," Emerson noted as he glanced at his watch.

Remington craned his neck to look down the hall, wondering where his own girlfriend had gotten off to, "Where's Eva?"

"She's just outside, she has to make a phone call," Shy replied.

"... Um," Emerson looked from side to side, "What kind of phone call?"

"You sure everything's okay?" Sebastian asked, "You both seem pretty aloof,"

Larissa opened her mouth, "Well --" however she was cut off by the distinct slam of the door. Eva walked inside, her phone and to-go box clutched tightly in her hands. She stopped short when she realized everybody was looking at her.

She turned to the girls, "Did you --"

"No," Shy shook her head quickly, "We figured you'd probably wanna..."

Remington could recognize the dismay in Eva's face; from her dark, hooded eyes to the way she kept biting her inner lip. She stood remarkably still as a statue, almost afraid to move should there be a consequence.

"Eva, what happened?" he asked.

The young writer glanced down at her sandals, trying to string together the easiest and gentlest way to break the news. And yet, all she could manage was, "I'm going back to Seattle -- for a little while,"

"How long's 'a little while'?" she jumped when Chris appeared from behind, quickly readjusting his fly as he walked in on the group, "Like what, a week?" he asked.

"I don't know," Eva rocked back on her heels, "My dad called me during our lunch and informed me that my mother is back in Seattle,"

"Good for her," Emerson grumbled, "What -- she want a family Thanksgiving? Tell her you're already booked with us,"

Remington waved him off to keep quiet, "Keep going, Eva,"

"She was rushed to Virginia Mason from her last flight and put on dialysis. It's a long story but the quick version is that my mom needs a kidney transplant and fast,"

Remington felt his blood run cold, "And she wants your kidney?" he asked meekly.

"She wants my kidney," Eva confirmed with a grim nod.

Emerson cocked his head, "Why does she want your kidney?"

"To feed the cat," Sebastian glowered at him, "What do you think?"

"I know what the kidney is for, idiot!" Emerson snapped back.

"That's why they want me to come back so soon, so they can test if I'm a match," she replied, "And I just spent twenty minutes fighting with my dad because it's somehow my fault that there's no more available flights until the end of the month,"

"Airplanes are operating at half capacity, they have to limit everything," Shy pointed out.

"Not for lack of trying, they'll probably sardine you in there, anyway," Larissa said.

Remington couldn't make heads nor tails out of the situation. He didn't have to ask twice how Eva felt about her mother, the same woman who would abandon her time and time again and yet continuously blew up her phone without regard for time of day or the damage that was left behind. And yet, Eva was never needed more until now.

"So... so are you going back?" Chris asked.

"Obviously, you'll come back though. After the surgery?" Sebastian added.

Eva scratched nervously at the nape of her neck, throwing her belongings on the table without much regard, "Of course I will, I just -- I don't know. It's too much too fast,"

"Well, c'mon. There has to be something we can do," Larissa said.

"Hell, we'll even come with you, if you want," Remington agreed, "For moral support,"

Eva simpered quietly, despite her friends best intentions it couldn't distract from the frisson of crippling emptiness in the pit of her stomach. She stared blankly at her phone, its case practically burning the back of her hand from a combination of overuse and the heatwave.

"It's alright, guys," she assured, "I'll figure something out, I'm sure,"

Sebastian tempted a sympathetic grin, "Hey, Andrew will be happy. He gets to cat-sit again,"

"Why don't we cat-sit Pluto?" Shy inquired to Emerson.

"Because Pluto's gonna' turn Pepper into his next toy if we do," he replied promptly, "No offence to the cat,"

"I think he'll get over it," Eva nodded, "I'm gonna go surf for some flights. Sorry to interrupt your session, guys," she turned to the boys.

"No need to be sorry, Eves," Chris assured her.

"And let us know if you need anything," Sebastian affirmed.

Eva started back to the door, though she froze abruptly when Remington called her back, "Eva! You got your laptop upstairs,"

She quickly remembered taking her work over to the house last night, finalizing submissions for a zine that she suddenly wasn't so excited for any more.

"Shit, right," she grinned sheepishly, "Thanks,"

The band listened until her footsteps disappeared up the stair case, and they gaped at each other with unease. Larissa exhaled heavily.

"Jesus Christ. So your mom is almost non-existent from your life, and all of the sudden you're the only thing standing between her living and dying. Talk about fucked up," she chided.

Sebastian shrugged, "Well, she wouldn't die immediately. They'd have to put her on dialysis until another donor could come along," he replied.

"Still --" Emerson huffed, "I can't tell if she's pissed or scared,"

"She's both," Remington said, "What would you guys do if dad suddenly showed up needing one of us to donate a kidney?"

"You phrase it like it's a difficult question," Emerson declared, "I'd tell him to get fucked,"

"No you wouldn't," Sebastian shook his head.

"We'll find out should the day come," Emerson sneered back.

Remington meanwhile glanced down the hall, the echo of Eva's sandals clicking against the stairs still ringing in his ears. He wasn't sure what to do in this situation -- hell, was there even anything he could do for her? Emerson was right, if he was in the same position he wouldn't have a problem telling his dad where to go. And despite her cold facade towards the entire situation, it wasn't hard for Remington to see how much she still cared about her mom.

"I should go up there," he spoke quietly, "Just to make sure she's okay,"

Larissa shook her head, "Honestly, give her some time to collect herself, Rem," she replied softly.

"But she's not actually gonna' go ahead and give her mom her kidney?" Emerson said, trying to hold back his outrage.

"Even if she's does, it's not our decision," Shy glanced promptly at her man. Emerson opened his mouth, another smart remark ready to land, yet one sharp stare from Shy and he closed his mouth again.

"Let's try and get back to work," Sebastian declared, "We'll go check on her in a bit,"

Larissa grabbed her to-go box, "And I'm gonna' go finish my lunch,"

`

The sun fell slowly through the day, the crimson glow within Remington's room was the only signal Eva had that some time had passed. Her head pounded and her eyes drooped, scrolling across the same three pages that drawled on and on about kidney transplants. There were a number of factors that went in to the donation and transfer of a kidney, all from matching blood types to blood vessels. While it was fascinating, the eerie thought of just being in the hospital was enough to send Eva's blood pressure to the stratosphere -- never mind the threat of catching covid within the hospital.

Eva continued to research flights and procedures as though she really had her heart set on going back to Seattle. Though she hadn't even decided she wanted anything to do with this family crisis. She had siblings, surely they were in a better position to help their mother than she was. And yet, she had this uncomfortable twisting guilt bubbling in her stomach, knowing she could never forgive herself should something happen to her mom.

The last time Eva saw her mother was her collage grad two years ago. She could still remember, feel the anger and humiliation when she saw her mother with a whole new family. What was supposed to be on of the happiest days of her life turned into one of the most traumatizing. Call her overdramatic, but Eva couldn't help how she felt.

Suppose the disappointment came around because she knew that despite everything, she still missed and lover her mom dearly.

Meanwhile, Remington peaked through the crack in the door, consciously trying to keep quiet so he wouldn't disturb her. That plan flew out the window however when he shoved the door a little harder than intended and the hinges squealed. Eva glanced over her shoulder, the first little respite she had and she broke into a soft smile.

"Hey," she spoke quietly.

Remington shuffled in sheepishly, "Hey, baby," and crawled next to her, "You okay?"

"I'm okay," she nodded, "The website crashed when I was browsing flights so I've just been getting lost in all of... this," she pointed to the wall of text on her screen.

Remington quickly skimmed the text, "Organ Transplant Statistics..."

"This is so fucked up, look," Eva huffed, quickly scrolling up to another paragraph, "A legal loophole within states allows you to register for multiple organ transplant lists so long as you pay private insurance,"

He gaped at Eva momentarily before shaking his head, "... So that means that..."

"The more money you have, the more likely you are to get an organ transplant than if you simply rely on state-run medical insurance," she explained.

He scoffed bitterly, "And people tell us the system isn't rigged,"

She slammed the laptop closed with a swift snap of her wrist, punching momentarily at the bridge of her nose, "How's it going downstairs?"

"It's going -- really well, actually," Remington grinned, "Not to pat myself on the back, but this is some of the best work we've done, yet,"

His beaming face took a little weight off of her chest, whether it be the crinkles around his eyes or the dimples dotting his lips. And with his long blonde hair tucked behind his ears, Eva couldn't help but be in awe of him.

"It sounds really good," she smiled, "And if it sounds great all the way up here with floors and doors in between..."

"It hides all the bitching Emerson's doing downstairs," he chuckled. Eva simply rolled her eyes, pushing her computer aside as she crawled into Remington's lap. The singer simpered endearingly as he leaned back against the head board, holding his girl tightly to his chest. His finger stroked through her hair, not even a comfort mechanism at this point, Remington came by the instinct so naturally.

"So... what are we gonna' do here?" he asked briefly, "With this whole situation?"

Eva glanced up at him, "We aren't gonna' do anything. I have to make the decision whether I even want to go to Seattle," she replied.

"But I don't mind coming with you... maybe I want to come with you?" he said, "... Unless you don't want me to..."

"It's not even that," Eva sat up, "Of course I'd love for you to meet my dad -- it's just not the right time, especially right now. Plus, I probably won't be staying long, anyhow,"

"Well, how long is 'not long' in this case?" he asked.

"If I don't check the boxes for a transplant, most I'll have to stay is three days. If I do... well, I guess we just go from there," she replied.

Remington glanced down at her, seemingly puzzled, "So... so you're going to give her your kidney?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," she shrugged, "On the one hand, I woefully avoided her presence for two and half years. On the other... she's still my mom and I guess a part of me still cares about her,"

Remington exhaled slowly, his knee bouncing in thought as he contemplated with her, "I'll be the first person to tell you that you can't choose your parents. And they disappoint you all the time -- some more than others. And you know if I was in your position right now I'd be at a loss, too. But you know that you don't have to do this alone,"

"I know," Eva nodded, "Suppose I'm just used to it. And I guess a part of me doesn't really want to merge my life here with my life in Seattle,"

"What does that mean?" Remington asked.

"Just that I got out of that city for a reason and my future doesn't need to meet my past," she replied, "Especially when it's messier than a toddler's lunch tray,"

"C'mon, Eva. Everybody's got shit they don't want to deal with," he assured, "I don't want to pressure you to do something you don't want to do, but you know that no person or bad circumstances is going to change my perception of you. I just want you to be okay,"

"I will be," Eva murmured, "I just need some time to figure out all my bullshit feelings. And wait for American Airlines to fix their website,"

"We'll fight with the airport, later," he jested, "... Do you ... you do want me to meet your family though, right?"

"Of course. Just... particular parts," she replied.

"Which parts?"

"The parts that don't judge me for having an English degree or you for being a rockstar. Those parts can go to hell for all I care," she decreed, "Like you said: nothing's ever going to change my perception of you. You and all your elf-ness,"

He burst into laughter at her little remark, "My elf-ness?"

"You look like a little elf!" she cried happily, "With your hair like this and your blush. You're just -- you're really cute today. I mean, you're always cute but --"

"I get it," he pulled her back to his chest, stroking his fingers through her hair once again, "And I'm happy to be your elf,"

However, he paused momentarily when he another peculiar thought, "Wait," he shifted, "Who'd judge you for having an English degree?"

Eva simpered, "The same people who question why you get a fine arts degree. You know the schpiel: 'what kind of job are you gonna' get with that?"

He grinned slyly, "The same job I have with a high school diploma,"

`

October 30th. Devil's Night. A night typically riddled with petty street crime, vandalism, often perpetuated by city youths who had some pent up energy to uncap, or some childish pranks that would surely make waves on the internet.

Remington meanwhile stood in the bathroom, his heels rocking back and forth in his cargo shorts and sneakers as he delicately tied his bandana around his head. His hair was a little greasy on account he hadn't washed it in a few days, and he had some leftover mascara smudged under his eyes. To anyone else he would've looked awful, sloppy more than anything, but Remington thought he looked pretty damn good.

Emerson meanwhile was sprawled across his couch, a large pair of tinted sunglasses on his face and his favourite cap perched on his head. He was rolling a joint between his fingers whilst he waited for his brother to finish in the bathroom. He sighed as he glanced at the time on his phone, rolling his eyes at Remington's false promise of only needing 'five minutes'. That was twenty minutes ago.

The youngest brother took another look at the closed bathroom door, noting that the lights were the dimmest they could be without being out. He found it curious. Remington meanwhile was adjusting the lights as he tried to get a good angle for his selfie.

He jumped when his phone suddenly buzzed in his hand however, glowering when he saw Emerson's text:

Are you in the bathroom with the lights off??

Remington glared at the blank door, just picturing his brother's dismayed scowl that he sometimes wanted to smack off his face. He quickly texted him back.

Why do you care?

I'm a grown man

Emerson responded soon after;

Because it's MY bathroom!

Hurry the fuck up!

I'm coming I'm coming. Keep your panties on

Remington turned back to his reflection, readjusting his bandana briefly before snapping a picture. He then turned up the lights and went out to join his brother.

Emerson stared at him curiously, "What were you doing in there?"

"Press," he replied simply, "You ready?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm ready. Come on," Emerson got to his feet whilst Remington grabbed their band brand skateboard.

The youngest brother pulled up his instagram and readied the settings to record a story, "Okay, rolling in three, two..." with the selfie mode on he focused the lens on himself,

"Soldiers of the Royal Council, this is your call to action to put in your preorders for the Bastards Skateboards," he swivelled the shot to have him and Remington in frame. Remington had the skateboard sitting at his nape, sticking his tongue out for the camera, "First one hundred orders get their own signed skateboard,"

"And please remember to skateboard responsibly," Remington chimed in, "Wear your helmets and elbow pads... otherwise you'll be as stupid as we are,"

"Results may vary," Emerson quickly finished before pausing the recording, "If I upload this... then we have to sign a hundred skateboards,"

Remington shook his head, "We never think these damn things through,"

"Who wants to tell Sebastian?" Emerson asked.

The boys eyed each other cautiously, the silence between them racing to the verge of no responsibility when they both shouted in near perfect sync:

"Not it!"

"Not it -- damn!" Remington of course was only a second behind his little brother, "You suck,"

"I love you, too,"

`

Cooped up in the small loft bedroom, Shy admired her statuesque, elegant figure in the full length mirror. She had on a pair of jet black, open-toed platform heels, accentuating her height in her figure hugging velvet black dress. She pursed her full lips, pushing and adjusting her cleavage within the dress.

She swivelled on her heel to face Eva, asking openly, "Do I look like a hooker?"

Eva glanced up from her laptop, cocking her head aside as she scanned Shy up and down, "Whelp -- it's too tight, too short, and shows too much cleavage than your mother would be comfortable with... you look fucking hot, though,"

"I know..." Shy drawled as she took another look at herself, "Next," and she ducked in behind the divider in Eva's room.

Eva meanwhile was sat in her own little black dress, working on her latest article-for-hire in between trying the dresses she and the girls had bought earlier in the day. It was a make up for their lunch being cut short the previous weekend, figuring they could sport some new digs for Caity's party tomorrow night.

The constant tapping of Eva's keyboard echoed throughout the room, and Shy peeked around the wicker divider, "Whatcha' writing over there, Keats?"

Eva simpered in her direction, "A How-To page on how to act like you're possessed," she couldn't help but nearly laugh at the absurdity.

"I'm sorry, what?" Shy ambled over to the arm chair, her new dress sitting on her hips as she peered over Eva's shoulder, "Sit in a chair facing the wall and laugh hysterically to yourself. Be seen having furtive conversations with no one in dark corners. Rock back and forth catatonically while repeating a phrase under your breath. Hiss at people suddenly as you walk by them..."

"Pulled all my notes from the Anna Eckland case," Eva proclaimed with pride.

"And how much you getting paid to write this?" Shy asked.

"Two-fifty. A little lower than what I usually charge, but I couldn't resist this one," she beamed, "Tis' the damn season, and all,"

"You know, I'd love you forever if you just threw in something totally random," Shy strided back to the divider to finish pulling up her dress, "Like -- only eat grape skins, count backwards in Latin,"

"Commit to goat yoga,"

"How about no to that," and she reappeared a moment later in another dress, almost identical to the one she had on before except this dress had a keyhole neckline for her cleavage, "How's this one?"

"Better," Eva nodded.

Shy posed again in front of the mirror, "Are you gonna' try any more of your dresses on?" she asked Eva.

Eva set her computer aside and stood up, dusting off the flow skirt of her dress, "I like this one," and she did a twirl, showing off the sweet criss-crossing straps in the back.

Shy crossed her arms, glowering at the puffy skirt and simple cami top of Eva's dress. It was pretty on her, but Eva could do so much better than.

"Mmm. A little too 2015 Tumblr," Shy declared, grabbing a different dress from Eva's "Get this one on instead,"

"Yes ma'am," Eva mocked a salute before slipping behind the divider, "So, do we know how many people Caity's gonna have over?"

"Probably about ten or so," Shy replied, taking Eva's spot in her arm chair, "She asked everybody to isolate before in the group chat,"

"I know," Eva sighed as she struggled to pull on the tight dress, "Do I sound like a pussy though for being nervous?"

"Well I talked to Emerson about it. If we even get wind that anybody there is remotely sick, we're getting the fuck out of dodge," Shy replied.

"Rem and I might join you," Eva remarked, "I love Caity, but I can't help but be a little anxious, you know? Especially when Larissa and Seb are hosting us the night after,"

"How long do you think we'll have to live like this?" the young model asked, "Practically shelling ourselves away for days just to be with our friends,"

"Well, that's part of the problem with the cases; people are doing exactly what we're doing. At this point it's just a lottery," Eva grumbled, "It's so ridiculous, though! I mean -- I pick the wrong piece of fruit at the grocery store and I'm fucked for weeks!"

"You know if you're not comfortable, we don't have to go tomorrow," Shy said, "The boys will understand,"

"No, no, I'm sure it'll be fine. Like you said, something goes wrong we hightail it out of there," Eva finally stepped out from behind the divider, "How do I look?" she smoothed out the crushed velvet of the dress. It was ruched in the front and back, soft and stretchy, yet it didn't appear cheap like other velvet dresses Eva had tried on. The cuffs of the sleeves creeped over her wrists will the neckline was pulled tightly over her shoulders to frame her collar bone and neck.

"So much better. Look how cute your butt is!" Shy awed, though she stood and quickly adjusted the shoulder cuffs, pulling them down to sit over Eva's biceps instead, "There,"

Eva checked herself out in the mirror, satisfied with the look and yet not all at ease with the jet black, silky velvet clinging to her curves and dips, "You sure it's not too clingy?"

"Too clingy?" Shy scoffed, "Eva, you've worn clingy dresses before,"

"When?"

"The guys' album party, when you and Remington finally went patio-official," she grinned with smug.

Eva refrained from rolling her eyes, "Really?"

"Yeah, really! Dude was drooling over you back then, he can drool over you in this dress," Shy beamed.

"God, we've only been together six months" Eva shook her head as she spoke, "Feels like I've known him forever. All you guys,"

"You've known us longer than six months. And as far as I'm concerned, we can tack on March and April to that timeline. You guys were grute way before May," Shy smirked.

"Grute?" Eva chuckled as she dove into her closet for a pair of heels.

"Gross and cute. Emerson likes to toss that is Remi's way just to annoy him," Shy took a seat back on Eva's bed, "Is he gonna' come to Seattle with you?"

"I don't know," Eva huffed, struggling to put on the heels whilst standing up, "It's not even that I don't want him to meet my family, it's just a lot of chaos happening at once and it doesn't feel right,"

"The moment, you mean?"

"Yeah,"

"But do your family know you're dating?"

"I talked to my dad about it. He's happy for me," Eva nodded.

Shy cocked her head, "I sense a 'but' coming here,"

"He's concerned because Remington is a singer without a Bachelor's Degree," Eva rolled her eyes, "Not to mention any music that is remotely punk he tends to associate with devil music,"

Shy nodded slowly, "To be fair, the 'Anxiety' video was a smidge satanic," she pinched fingers together to make her point.

"I've just grown up in the shadow of a chem professor, a pilot, a law student, and an account manager," Eva grated, "I had the privilege of unnecessary, unwanted opposing opinions for years, and I don't need those opinions when it comes to Remington,"

"But if you're happy where you are, then their opinion doesn't count," Shy said.

"Which is why I don't want to give them the satisfaction of picking. Especially my sister, sheesh," Eva shuddered, pushing down the unpleasant memories of the disagreements she would have with her oldest sister.

"Does Remington know about all this?"

"I had to tell him everything, especially with this whole kidney bullshit. Even if he wants to come, the guys are working so hard on their record. I don't want to take him away from all that. Especially if I do end up with as a donor match, I could be in the hospital for weeks --!"

"You haven't even decided if you want to go, though," Shy reminded her, "And remember Eva, nobody is making you do this,"

"I know," Eva nodded sadly, "But hey, she's only mother I got. Hooray for me,"

"Well, I know you Eva. And I know whatever you decide to do, we'll stand behind you," Shy assured her.

"Even if my choice is blatantly selfish?" Eva retorted.

Shy shrugged simply, "You know, sometimes being a little selfish isn't the worst thing,"

The echoing of a door slamming outside brought their conversation to a halt, and Pluto quickly slid through the door to the bedroom, sitting at his masters' feet expectantly. A gravelly voice called out from the next room.

"Honey! I'm home!" it was only Remington, "Eva?"

"We're coming!" Eva quickly kicked off her heels and she and Shy trotted out into the living area. They both stopped dead when they the middle brother. Remington was dressed in his polka-dotted shorts, with one of Emerson's robe's draped over him with the ties hanging open, and a bandana wrapped around his messy hair. Shy's jaw hung open, at a loss to compute what she was looking at, while Eva bursted into giggles beside her.

"Well, that's a good look for you," the writer tittered merrily.

"You two don't look so bad, neither," he grinned.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Shy asked, bemusingly crossing her arms.

"We're filming promos for the new skateboard," he replied, "Emerson wants to use my eyeliner but I left it here,"

"Really?" Eva asked, "I would've guessed you got a call from 'Jackass',"

"Yeah, you need an ear blunt and a forehead tattoo," Shy agreed.

"Oh God," Eva groaned, "Don't give him ideas,"

"Cute, cute," Remington smirked, "You got the eyeliner, Eva?"

"Yeah, give me a sec," and she jogged into the bathroom to find his makeup.

Remington couldn't help but follow her with his eyes as she disappeared behind the corner, then he turned to Shy nearly flabbergasted, "Is she wearing that tomorrow night?"

"Maybe," Shy shrugged back.

His smirk seemingly grew wider whilst he made the OK gesture, "Very nice. Very nice..." he trailed off quietly. Shy giggled to herself as she heard Eva's footsteps echoing closer.

"My God, you're whipped,"

Eva reappeared not a moment later, his favourite eyeliner in her hand, "Here you go!"

"Thank you, my lady,"

"So, when do we get to meet Cheech and Chong?" she jeered playfully.

Shy gasped, "Are we getting a reunion tour?"

Remington sardonically rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, I get it. We'll be done in a little bit,"

"Don't be too long, we're gonna start dinner, soon," Eva said.

"Paella," Shy grinned.

"Twenty minutes at most," Remington quickly stepped over and pressed a kiss to his girl's cheek, lingering momentarily as he met her gaze, "You look spectacular, by the way,"

"Thanks," she blushed, "Bandana's working for you,"

He smirked gleefully, "Thank you. Is now a good time to mention I'm getting a forehead tatt?"

Eva rolled her eyes and shoved him gently, "You're not funny!"

"And no snorting wasabi!" Shy scolded as he headed for the door.

"No promises," Remington grinned, "Be back soon,"

Shy turned to Eva just as he slipped out of the loft, her grin emanating that of the cat that ate the bird, "Grute,"

The door didn't even close before he heard hinges and a rough slam beside him. To his left, Eva' neighbour was clearly on her way somewhere. The older woman stopped dead however when she saw Remington, frigid in place right down to her greying hair in its tight ponytail. This must be Candace, he figured. Her lips squeezed together and her eyes narrowed, almost appalled at his presence in her hallway.

"Uh... hey," Remington waved, trying his best to come off friendly.

Candace sighed, "You must be Ms Kuznetsov's... boyfriend," she scowled deeply as she spoke.

"That's me," he nodded, "Remington,"

The woman began to turn in the direction of the opposing stairwell, "Why am I not surprised?" and she strutted away.

Remington glanced momentarily at his attire, registering that maybe it wasn't the best garb to make a good first impression. Nevertheless, Eva was fine with it, so why should he be put down by some uptight old woman?

"Nice to meet you too..."

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[eskawrites]

you know what? I WILL be annoying. xoxoxo. 38, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 66, 80

<3 <3 <3

38. how many stories do you work on at one time?

the answer to this used to be 1, maybe 2 if i had an idea for something short come up while i was working on something longer. now there are apparently no rules, throw it all out the window, i've been cycling between 5-10 different stories for like a week and i'm starting to lose my mind

43. how did writing change you?

tbh i've been writing for as long as i can remember, so like, it definitely has changed me, but in the same way that growing up has changed me, or going to college, or coming out, or living on my own, or starting a career. in basically every stage of my life, up until and including right now, i can point to a dozen different ways that writing has helped me learn and grow in some capacity. but i guess if i had to choose one, probably that it's given me more confidence and really helped structure the way that i view myself and my goals

44. any writing advice you want to share?

well the most important thing is to make sure you're enjoying it. like, there's no point to writing--or being creative in any sense--if you're not getting any entertainment or catharsis or peace or whatever from it, why are you doing it?

but beyond that, i guess my advice for anyone who is serious about writing is to consume stories. i had a lot of college professors be like 'if you're not reading all the time you won't be a good writer' and like i get where they're coming from, but it applies to more than just reading. watch movies, play video games, listen to your friends gossip. the more you experience and think about stories in any format, the easier it is to apply what you like or don't like to your own writing style

45. name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

um you, obviously. @dufrau is astonishing to me, every piece hits so perfectly and leaves me thinking about it for days. and @categorical-mouse because i genuinely think about it's just blood under the bridge like once a week, it's by far my favorite imagining of the group post-hawkins, and war correspondent nancy is one of the most heartbreaking and thrilling characterization i've ever seen

this is so hard there are so many though there's so much great work in this fandom

46. what time are you the most productive when it comes to writing?

any time that it's dark tbh. my prime used to be between 11pm and 2am, but having a normal adult job and a normal adult schedule doesn't allow for that as much as i'd like lol

47. what story are you most proud of?

this is always a toss up between raise dead and this story that we found ourselves in but it's gotta be this story, yeah? it took over my life for like 4 months, it turned into this massive, sprawling thing and i have a clearer grip on it, and that iteration of the characters, than i ever really imagined possible

66. when have you felt the most confident in your writing? 

um so it genuinely might be when i was finishing the celebrity fake dating au. once i got to, like, 3/4s of the way through? i'd gotten through all the unknown parts and i knew exactly where the story was going, and anything that wasn't already planned out was just fun to write. it was great. i was sailing. there were so many lovely late nights where i'd just put on my playlist and write a bunch of soft ronance scenes, and in the morning i'd read it back over and just be so excited about the story. ugh. i miss it

80. do you try to put themes, motifs, messages, morals, etc in your writing? if so, how do you go about it?

hmmm not really morals or anything, but i do try to write something meaningful in the sense of, like, female representation and gay representation. i tend to write the stories that i wish i could see, and especially the stories that i wish i'd had growing up. sometimes that leans into writing about messages or experiences that are really personal to the gay experience, or at least my gay experience. it's never super intentional, though, that just ends up being what i think is important to the story

#gosh this got so long oops #asks #candle-lion

[iamacolor]

HeyI have a question for my fave kdramatual 🥰 Have you ever watched a drama and noy enjoyed it? I always see you write beautiful things in the tags but I don't know if you've already had a not so fond memory about a drama.

hello anon, very happy to be called that 💜

I'm glad you're enjoying what I'm saying about the shows I love but yes that has definitely happened haha (and I'm taking this ask as an opportunity to do some complaining) Tbh there are many dramas I've watched and not talked about a lot on here because I'm often in-between watching airing dramas and watching ones that are already over and for those I don't really reblog/talk that much so if don't like them I'm more likely to just move on and not think about them again lol. And if I don't like a drama or get too bored even when I skip a lot I usually just drop it (ex: I dropped "our beloved summer" quite early on it just wasn't doing anything for me at all; I really liked the beginning of "do you liked brahms" but it felt too slow for me towards the end so I gave up (it clearly was meant to be slow and that's not a bad thing I just couldn't do it); I loved the beginning of "something in the rain", I was captivated but then it was so dark with how controlling the mother was despite the fact that the main character was grown up and all the obstacles to their relationship I just stopped and later on watched the last episode to see if they got back together lol).

But there have been a few dramas where I've really liked one or a few things about it and then disliked the rest so I've been torn because I kept watching for just one thing and skippking a lot of the rest. For example in "strong woman do bong soon" - which is the first drama I've watched - the main romance/two main characters were cute but the rest was way too much and over the top and unnecessary (what even was that mafia plot) and often offensive (her mother was hitting her father but it was turned as a joke, one of her colleague was such an awful gay caricature) so I would not recommend it; "imitation" was just weird because the main conflict of the show that really set off the characters on their present path - a trainee being brought to suicide and as a result her secret boyfriend leaving his very famous group and her trainee group's debut being delayed and how that impacted many other people and the pressures put on idols - wasn't actually the main plot which was about one of the guy from the famous group a few years later and a trainee from another company dealing with her debut and their romance so I was left with many questions and a lot of frustration; in "so I married an antifan" the main relationship was quite fun and kept surprising me positively despite the situation that the main character was in which was quite hopeless but they had one of the most annoying vilain ever I just ended up skipping his scenes he made me sooo angry and he kept getting worse - he beat up the main guy and manipulated his girlfriend as her boss and then slapped her ! - and they resolved it by him getting hit by a car as he tried to protect his girlfriend and then ending up in a wheelchair with his girlfriend taking care of him which made me so angry omg

Also amongst the shows I've giffed I really liked "dali and the cocky prince" for the two leads and their relationship and like two supporting characters and the comedy but omg did this show hate the main character she was given so much tragedy and pain and no break - and as a result not as much personality as the male lead tbh - and the vilain made me want to just turn my computer off everytime he came on screen and the male lead's family was just annoying annoying annoying and no change to be redeemed and way too much screentime ugh, "forecasting love and weather" started off sooo great omg the romance was so hot and it kept highlighting how marriage impacted women's lives and careers and independence etc but it just never lived up to its beginning and gave way too much importance to the annoying secondary characters who had cheated on the main characters and who clearly were not mature or in love enough to get married (and even less to have a baby omg and they didn't even let her go through with an abortion despite her wanting one and instead we were supposed to be happy about her working until the day she gives birth so she doesn't lose her job??) while the main couple could barely spend time together or actually communicate and they kept so much distance and kept dragging things and ugh that was a real let down I would not recommend it

I had a fun time remembering things to complain about (and there are some more) lol what about your own bad experiences with dramas?

#also I'm guessing even if we're mutuals you're too shy to come off anon but please don't hesitate to share your thoughts and everything 💜 #anonymous #kdrama #I've got mail

[bpd-angelcake]

guess who's back 🙃

tw: lots of ed mention

hi lol where do I even begin first off like... lmao every time I come back on this blog I think of that one ask that I got that was like "do u come back on here when things are bad??" and no lmao not always

life hasn't been bad it's just been busy im always busy i work a full time job and my social life has been the busiest it's ever been and im thankful because I love my irl friends so much and I do love my job as annoying as it can be and idk things aren't bad. they're not.

but I know my mental health hasn't been the best lately and I can't even blame my bpd. I had a really bad episode at the beginning of February and I tried pushing all my friends away because I thought they were over me and didn't take me seriously and they all came back to me literally crying wondering what was wrong and I felt so shitty and they don't know I have bpd (I don't talk about it in person unless we're going to date because I hate when people perceive me a certain way once they find out I'm not normal lmao) so we had to get in a circle and talk it out it was so rough but honestly I have never felt more secure in a friend group before in my life it makes me so sick thinking about it because idk what I'd do if anything were to change but whatever.

but idk I was doing so good with myself I was on top of my skincare and keeping my room clean and following through with things and idk everything just fell through the cracks and I feel like I have no control over anything in my life once more. I'm trying so hard to be better but it's hard. I just started saving money again because I spent so much of it the past few months and I'm so disappointed with how bad my spending got and it wasn't even for a good reason lol so I am trying I promise but ugh I feel like I was up there!! and I'm back at rock bottom.

Another thing that's been bugging me a lot is my weight too... back in 2020 I was so thin and I looked good and I had done it the right way by dieting and exercising but covid came and I got into that toxic relationship and I gained so much weight back and I look in the mirror and I am so disgusted with myself and I hate it. I see all these cute plus size girls on social media and I literally love them and think they're so beautiful but I look at myself and I can't even deal. I have to be a bridesmaid for a wedding in October and im dreading it because I'm going to look so bad....

I ordered a cosplay a few months ago and it came a week ago and it didn't even fit 🙃 I almost had a full mental breakdown about it and tbh I am 90% sure it ran small (not cutting myself slack because I know I'm fat but I also know how to measure clothes) but it made me so upset I literally relapsed and I've barely eaten this whole week. I tried to eat a spoonful of rice because I was so lightheaded the second it touched my mouth I threw it up.

And now I feel so fucking lame because I'll go on edtwt and see these girls posting their stuff and they're all in their teens and it's like.... I'm in my 20's dude I shouldn't be doing this shit anymore but I do and I hate it because it's all I know and it's so comforting because I'm literally a professional at it like I know all the tips and tricks I know what to do when I accidentally binge I know how to curb cravings and what excuses to say when I don't want to eat in front of people it's so sad because I thought I was over this but I guess not.

I haven't weighed myself yet, I was going to do it tomorrow but ugh all I need is to see that number go down or else I might kill myself because I can't do this anymore!!!! this is my life I feel like I'm 14 again in the worse way. IDK I might start posting more about it (with tags ofc) so if that's not your thing I understand but it's all I have to make me feel better and I'm not looking for advice I'm not looking for tips I just want to vent and if you're going to judge me do it kindly please lmao bye

#please tell me kiki!!