#now THAT i would maybe understand (although of course saying you cant ever write it is still showing blatant lack of media literacy)

[tim-shii]

your heart was glass, i dropped it.

pairing: mikage reo x reader

tags: proposal, established relationship, angst (with comfort)

a/n: this is my first time writing angst aaaa ty ellie (@hyomagiri) for beta reading ily mwamwa i was supposed to make this a sad ending but my conscience wont let me i would never sleep peacefully knowing i couldve made it a happy ending so here u go ,, if u cant tell from the title yes this is heavily champagne problems coded :3

people cheered in relief when the train finally pulled into the station. it was as if a beautiful fairy tale had come true. among the crowd rushing to get on the train was a lad. his shoulders slouched, evidently perturbed. 

upon entering, his footsteps echoed in the corridor. loud thumps followed him as he hastily looked for an empty compartment. he shut the door as soon as he stepped foot into the carriage. fiddling with something in his pockets, he looked out the window. tears brimming his eyes, lips harshly bitten into. he was frustrated. the person he believed he’s gonna spend the rest of his life with shunned him. you took off abruptly. the moment you saw him on his knee, bright eyes and wide smile, you couldn’t help but cry. 

reo, although worried, thought you just got overwhelmed, and that you felt too happy to be in this moment like him. just as he muttered the four words that've been at the tip of his tongue for weeks, his lover, you, held his face in your hands, giving his forehead a sweet peck and ran away after uttering a small apology. to say the least, reo felt abandoned.

he couldn’t understand what just happened. you were happy, being together for six years and even purchasing a shared home. he doesn't know where the problem lies. did he do something that upset you? was he not good enough for you? did you not love him as much as he did to you? his questions are left unanswered. the person having the answers to all of them is not by his side right now. at that point, he was willing to set everything aside just to have you with him again.

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the judging faces of his friends, the disgusted look his mom gave and the oh so bright smile he showed, it was all haunting you. you didn't mean to run. you didn't mean to make it seem like you shunned him. you were in love with reo. in your eyes, he was everything you could ever ask for, and that's what you were afraid of. you're scared that you'll never be enough for him. somewhere in the back of your mind, something is telling you that he'll leave sooner or later. you're not blaming him of course. it's just the number of failed relationships you'd had before came rushing in your thoughts. seeing him so willingly to stay by your side made you remember all the times everyone is quick to leave as soon as you give the green light. he was so sure that you're gonna be in his future whereas you remain dwelling on the past. 

the doubts rooting from your differences began to resurface. these weren't a problem back when you were both seventeen and running wild. each time you get reminded, reo was there to wipe your tears and kiss your growing fears away. he'll whisper to you sweet nothings and how the stars aligned your fates together. intertwined tightly, akin to a yarn weaved into a scarf. but deep down, you knew it wasn't enough. as time passed, you start to think that maybe fate doesn't seem to like you that much. maybe fate has another person for reo that's why she keeps pushing you away. 

it was late when reo found you. sat on the stairs in front of your shared home, you stared at the horizon. your house was located at the seaside. both having decided to settle near the ocean where your best memories are related.

"nagi called me. asked me how it went. you didn't tell him?" he heard you ask as he settled beside you, at least a good meter away. "no.. i rushed to the station after you…" god. he can't even take it upon himself to say that you left. can't take it upon himself to admit that he felt his heart shattering while watching your back fade away from his view. 

you didn't reply, and the silence was sickening. reo could feel himself getting suffocated. chest tightening by the minute, sobs longing to escape his mouth. but kept it in. kept himself collected 'cause who knows what'll happen if he dared to put his own needs over your own at a fragile while like this. you could leave. again. and the next time you leave, he doubts he gets to chase after you once more.

when the silence can no longer be bear, reo speaks up. voice meek and almost pitiful. "please… was it me? was it something i did?"

unable to resist, you give in and turned towards him. moving closer until your hands cups his face. thumbs smoothing over his tears. ones he didn't even know were pouring out of his eyes. "no. reo, no. it was never you. you. you are so good to me," your chuckles sound strained, he thinks. "but reo, don't you see? you are too good for me–" 

"no you're not. how– how can you say that?"

"reo, stop." you held his wrists, looking at his eyes that were glistening under the setting sun. "listen, i can't say 'yes' truly, so i won't say it at all. i love you. i have always loved you and i'm gonna keep loving you. but marriage? reo, i can't have that."

"if you say yes, we'll be happy together. forever." reo rests his forehead on your knees, his fingers coiled with yours. he's on his knees in front of you, pleading wordlessly. "reo, it's not about our happiness, you know that."

"even if we marry, i'd be unhappy. because i think– because i'm not ready for it. i don't feel okay nor do i feel fine about myself. i have some issues with myself that i have to work on. and i can't burden you with that. not when you've been so good to me." you lean your forehead on his as you held his face close to you. the argument was hushed, only the two of you can hear for the world has no rights or place in your affinity.

soft breaths were heard. reo's sobs were long gone with wind yet he stays still. eyes closed, he feels warm in your hands. you see him slowly open his eyes, taking deep breaths as he does. he stares at you, gaze soft and full of love, affection, infatuation. 

slowly he says, "then, i'll wait for you."

"what if it takes forever?" he only smiles at you, head tipped while his lips grazed your cheek. "then i'll wait for you forever. and ever and ever. it doesn't matter if it takes too much time. i'll keep waiting for you." 

"what if you get tired?" you ask, watching him loop your arms around his neck. with little hesitance, reo gently pushes his lips against yours. keeping still as he waits for you to push him away. when you don't, he leaves another peck before pulling away. "i won't. because i love you and i will never get tired of loving you."

"will we be fine?"

"yeah." he takes one of your hands and lifted it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. "we'll be fine."

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#blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk x reader #bllk #blue lock imagines #bllk imagines #bllk fluff #reo mikage #reo fluff #mikage reo x reader #mikage reo #reo x reader #bllk reo #blue lock fluff #blue lock angst #bllk angst #reo angst #mikage reo angst #tim writes.

[cometchasr]

pmddiners lack of media literacy is fucking killing me. if the pokemon and the human are equally sapient and can communicate then they can fuck ok?? they are capable of giving consent they are capable of everything stop this stop it its fucking ridiculous. they are literally the same as 2 humans

#mine #something like halfpastten's works (peak gay smut btw go read) is the obviously problematic shit #now THAT i would maybe understand (although of course saying you cant ever write it is still showing blatant lack of media literacy) #but THIS #THIS IS PERFECTLY FINE

[linked-heroes]

aight i told ya i owed ya- with raviolink x reader i have this weirdly specific (and very self indulgent) self insert fantasy (or twelve?)

my personal pet insert rn is reader being isekai'd at a young age, around legend's first adventure you get caught up in the middle of it, and do your best to help out were you can, maybe solving puzzles together and sneaking around together, comforting him after the unfortunate passing of his uncle you both develop tiny (read: huge) crushes on each other (legend always has fallen in love easily, he supposes this is where it started, looking back) and when the time comes for you to go home, you only have time to get out a desperate "link, i don't- i don't want to go!" before the spell swallows you, never to return again he goes through the rest of his quests, falling in love and having his heart broken a hundred times over again (it did, it did start with you, all those years ago)

you spend those same years listlessly yourself, just going through the motions like an automaton, until a sickly swirling dark portal opens up before you you just, go through, without thinking- and end up somewhere, familiar you felt maybe, after so many years had separated you from this fantasy land, that it was all a sweet childhood dream but there you are you wander around as if still in that dream, until you find yourself on a familiar doorstep ravio greets you inside, and indeed it is link's house, although he is off again on some adventure or another you dont have anywhere to stay, and no money, and goddesses link is gonna kill him for this! but you're so cute! ravio offers you a room and a job (it's not even his house, what is he doing?) until the hero comes back, and maybe he can help you ravio doesnt,,, actually pay you, but you do get to stay there for free, cleaning up the shop and being threatened with a fine if you touch any actual merchandise you get pretty close, you think he's cute, mischievous, the sweetest, greasiest weasel you've ever met, and your modern business advice (you didnt work years of customer service for nothing, i suppose) puts a manic grin on his face that you just want to smooch off (he wishes you would) you miiiight be in the middle of doing just that when legend and his linkly entourage arrive, as embarrassing as it is (this is his house goddesses damn you both! stop that!) when your eyes meet though, the world slows to a stop, and so does his yelling, all at once he cant, cant say no to you (or to ravio, though he's sooner die than admit it) of course of course of course you can stay (please stay, oh din please stay, dont leave again, either of you)

he writes to you both now, and burns inside because the two people he loves likes the most are together, he shouldn't feel this way, shouldn't try to get between you, it's his punishment for something (for koholint, for his uncle, maybe) his adventure ends, and he's home at last, and he can't chase either of you out, the portals are closed, there's no where else to go except ravio has saved up quite a bit, in the meantime, and mentions the two of you opening up a shop together, the only thing that would be stopping you is the way you both look at link- the way you'd both miss him, the way you both want to hold him when you break the news (and his heart) about the shop, he congratulates you its the sound of his hushed crying in the night that sends you both out of your shared room, to cradle him and kiss his tears away together, to promise you aren't leaving him, not again, never again you all pile in to one bed after the tears have exhausted the three of you, and when link wakes up sandwiched so softly between the two people he likes loves the most it takes everything in him not to cry again, as he buries himself back into the sheets, into the arms where he is safe and love

(bluh i cannot write anything that isnt painful, horny, or painfully horny for the life of me hjdfhdskjh)

Omg my feels! This hurts soooo good omg I love it????!

Just, auebhenejej. Yes. To all of this. Pain but so good!

(Also completely relatable and understandable 🤣)

Please send me your other ideas for these three I beg of you

Also nsfw cause I can enjoy it until I can post it this weekend ;)

#legend of zelda #loz #linked universe #loz legend #lu legend #loz ravio #lu ravio #lagomorphic laurel #raviolink x reader

[sassyhobbits]

for one night standards would you write a scene where aelin cant be found in the castle maybe bc shes doing sth ridiculous with her daughter like a mother daughter photoshoot to surprise rowan with later but when rowan can't find her he gets all panicked and out of his mind bc he still has unresolved trauma from when she was kidnapped and its all angsty until he has both back in his arms but also gives rowan a chance to talk and work through his experience with aelin gone? (because lets face it he probably ignores his feelings about that as much as possible in order to not burden aelin further and because it was just too painful)

loved this idea!!! i also added the prompt “Because I know when I open my eyes this will all turn out to be a dream and I’ll lose you again“ Thank you to everyone who supported ONS!! i had such a fun time writing it and im always happy to come back to it. enjoy!!

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Rowan Whitethorn was generally a patient man.

He knew how to wait his turn, to take his time. He was always one to raise a brow at those who seemed to be in a harried rush to everything. It seemed stressful, to say the least. He was perfectly content to sit back when needed.

Except for now.

He had made a trip back home to Doranelle to surprise Isolde for her graduation from her masters program. Aelin had wanted to come as well, but with the baby and the responsibilities she had back in Orynth, it just hadn’t worked out. Still, she sent her well-wishes to Isolde through a video chat, letting little Eliora babble into the camera and say hello as well.

Their daughter was just over six months now, already growing far too fast for Rowan’s liking. He treasured every moment he got to spend with his two favorite girls.

And although he was always happy to see his family back in Doranelle, it had been the longest he had been away since Eliora had been born. It made him highly impatient to return home.

His jet touched down in Terrasen in the early afternoon. It was summer, though the day was mild. The sky was a vivid blue, fat white clouds floating lethargically on the breeze. Absolutely beautiful.

Due to the time difference, he hadn’t been able to call Aelin before he had got on the plane. He tried to reach her as he slid into the dark sedan that would drive him from the airport to the palace, but all he got was her voicemail.

Maybe she was in the shower, or changing Eliora’s diaper. Maybe their daughter had a finicky night of sleeping and now the pair were trying to catch up on their slumber. It was fine. Or so Rowan told himself. He still hadn’t been able to stop the small clench of nerves at the pit of his stomach.

He scolded those foolish feelings. Of course his wife and daughter were safe. They were just waiting for him to return.

The drive was quick and easy and he was back at the palace before he knew it. His feet carried him towards the room he shared with Aelin, a small smile curling on his lips as he thought about having his wife and daughter in his arms once more. He missed the feeling of Aelin curled against him as they slept.

“Aelin?” he called, pushing into their room and nudging the door shut behind him. “I’m home.”

He was greeted by nothing but silence. No sound of running water in the bathroom to suggest a shower, so soft snores or shifting sheets meaning a nap. He strode into the bedroom, finding that the bed was already neatly made, not a thread out of place.

He dropped his bags by the dresser, noting that Aelin’s phone had been left there, face up. He picked it up, seeing that she still had the notification of a missed call from him and a few miscellaneous emails that hadn’t been checked.

“Aelin?” he said again, moving towards the nursery. He had gotten used to the sight of Aelin sitting in the rocking chair with Eliora, either when the babe was hungry or she just wanted to hold her daughter. Rowan had countless pictures on his phone of the two of them in that position. The sunlight streamed from the window and hit them just right in the mornings, making them look like a painting.

But the nursery was empty and the window was shut.

Those nerves reared their ugly heads once more. He had no reason to assume the worst, the palace was one of the safest places in the kingdom.

But… Aelin had once been snatched away from him on palace grounds. During their own wedding.

Rowan shook himself. No. That was the past. This was now.

Since his wife didn’t have her phone, he knew it would be fruitless to try and contact her that way. But, Rowan knew Aelin better than he knew himself.

He began a sweep of the palace, checking out her favorite haunts. The library was a bust, so was the gym. He had checked the kitchens to see if she had swooped in for a snack or something sweet, but she wasn’t there either. Rowan luckily ran into Aedion, asking the prince if he knew where Aelin was. But her cousin hadn’t seen her at all that morning.

With each failed attempt at finding them, Rowan’s fears steadily crept up. It wouldn’t be much longer before they had wrapped themselves around his throat and pulled him deep into their depths.

He took a long breath to center himself before striding out into the gardens. His heart started beating faster, not seeing any sign of her at first. Rowan’s fingers curled into tight fists as he stepped over fresh, green grass. Gods, where were they? If something had happened to them…

But before Rowan’s fears could conquer him, he heard a soft voice on the summer breeze. A familiar voice at that. Relief washed through him, heavenly and soothing, as he followed that melodic sound.

It was Aelin. It didn’t take him long to realize that she was reading one of Eliora’s favorite books to her. It was a silly tale, and it was made even more vivid when Aelin told it. She was an excellent story-teller. They didn’t know how much Eliora really understood, whether she just liked the brightly colored pictures or the faces her mother would make when she told it. Regardless, it always made the little princess smile.

Rowan rounded a hedge, a warmth spreading through his chest at the sight before him.

Aelin had spread out a large quilt under the shade of a willow. Some of Eliora’s toys were scattered about, but currently, the toddler sat in her mother’s lap, wide-eyes glued on the book before her.

Rowan couldn’t help but think Aelin looked stunning today. Her golden hair was left loose, swaying on the breeze, the summer sun bringing a healthy flush to her cheeks. She wore a silky, pale blue wrap-dress, bare feet tucked beneath her as she read. Eliora looked mighty charming too in a bright pink dress with a matching bow.

Rowan strolled towards them, Aelin’s eyes jumping towards him as she noticed his presence. A huge smile broke out on her stunning face.

“You’re home!” she greeted, putting the book she had been reading aloud down. Eliora, no longer entertained by her mother’s storytelling, crawled over the quilt to grab one of her brightly colored toys. “I thought you were going to call me when you landed?”

“I did, Fireheart,” Rowan said. He lowered herself behind Aelin on the blanket, his wife situated between his legs, before wrapping his arms tightly around her and tugging her back into his chest securely. “You left your phone in our room.”

Rowan placed a lingering kiss on Aelin's shoulder, breathing in her scent deeply. She was safe, in his arms, Eliora happy as can be, sticking her toys in her mouth. Everything was fine.

Aelin turned in his arms slightly, brows knitted slightly. Rowan knew she could see right through him.

“What is it, Ro?”

“It’s nothing, love.”

Aelin narrowed her eyes at him, as if to say, Don’t you lie to me, Buzzard.

Rowan heaved a sigh, reaching out and brushing some of Aelin’s silky hair behind her ear. “It’s just… you didn’t answer me when I called, and I couldn’t find you and Eliora when I got back. I just couldn’t help but think…” His hand drifted until it rested on Aelin’s abdomen, right over the scar she bore from fighting her way to freedom. He saw understanding on his wife’s face.

“We’re here, Rowan. We’re safe.” She placed a gentle hand on Rowan’s cheek, bringing his gaze towards her.

“I know,” Rowan whispered, jaw clenched. “But sometimes, I just worry that when I open my eyes, this will all turn out to be a dream. And I’ll lose you all over again.”

Aelin took his hand, giving it a firm squeeze. “This is real, Rowan. We both fought for this life, for each other. And nothing, nothing, is going to take it away. Ever.”

Rowan saw the determination blazing in Aelin’s eyes. She was right, of course. This was their life now, they had built their happiness bit by bit, even when so much seemed to want to go wrong. But Aelin and Eliora… they were everything to him. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to banish his fears entirely, but he would treasure every moment he spent with them.

Rowan leaned in, kissing Aelin softly before murmuring against her lips, “I missed you.”

She smiled, kissing him again. “I missed you too, Ro.”

They indulged in a few more slow, sweet kisses before loud babbling sounded, tiny hands twisting into Rowan’s trouser. He looked down, finding Eliora’s wide eyes looking up at him, flashing a gummy smile.

Aelin laughed. “It looks like someone else missed you, too.”

Rowan grinned, reaching out and picking up his daughter. He held her up high, making her release the sweetest little laughs, little legs kicking in delight. He kissed Eliora all over her little face before tucking her in one arm, throwing the other around Aelin. Immense love and devotion flowed through him, holding his two girls close.

No wonder why he had been so impatient to get home.

#rowaelin #my writing #one night standards #its cute :) #love this au #what if i just changed the names and some details and turned it into a book

[iwaisuke]

i like you so much, you'll know it

ft. kageyama tobio, semi eita, iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

genre: fluff (prompts are based off lines of the song)

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a/n: from the c-drama a love so beautiful :) i wrote this at like 4am so sorry if its crap haha. not proof read either. also, sorry in advance if they're too ooc lol im a mess rn.

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i like your eyes, you look away when you pretend not to care i like the dimples on the corners of the smile that you wear. i like you more the world may know but dont be scared cause im falling deeper baby be prepared.

» today was your first day at karasuno highschool. honestly, you were so scared. that was up until you found out kageyama was going too.

» the two of you had been childhood friends due to each others grandparents knowing the others. you had been with him through his ups and downs. his victories and defeats. almost everything kageyama did, you were there with him.

» actually, you didnt know kageyama was going to karasuno until you walked outside your door to find the raven haired boy in the same school uniform as you

» "tobi? you never told me you were going to karasuno?" giving him a side eyed grin. "i thought you were planning on going to aoba johsai like oikawa senpai and iwaizumi senpai"

» you viewed kageyama as someone who expected others to reach his level in order to be a good match for him. he had a strong head on his shoulders. naturally gifted in volleyball, like everything was given to him on a gold platter. of course, he wasnt perfect and thats where you come in and keep him level headed. helping him understand his faults and weaknesses as well. doing your best to encourage the setter

» he let out a sigh. a slight frown forming on his face. "i didnt get in.." he quietly said. "karasuno has a good volleyball team though and i can feel myself growing here" he stated bodly

» and boy was he right. something about kageyama did changd that day. he usually was so bitter and angry. a very pessimistic look on life if he and others weren't at the top. maybe it was the orange haired boy, hinata, that the setter and you became friends with. and maybe it was his great senpai's who were patient with him and gave him the opportunity to grow

» kageyama started smiling more often. his small unnoticeable dimples showing. he became kinder. softer. and more carefree. he was a growing boy both mentally and physically.

» what you didnt realize was that not only was kageyama changing, you as well, had something changing and growing in your heart.

» but kageyama noticed. oh boy did he really notice, the way you seemed to become happier and livelier by the day. how the stars sparkled in your eyes when you talked about something you enjoyed. the kind of perfume you would wear and how you would tie your hair differently each day. the weird trinkets you just seemed to love that decorated your bag. but most importantly, how much bigger your heart has become, loving everyone and their faults. always encouraging and motivating him and his team.

» was she always like this? he would constantly think to himself. all of a sudden being hyperaware about you... but he would NEVER let you know that, let alone his senpai's. it was just too embarrassing. just thinking about the never ending teasing he'd get from tanaka and noya senpai made him shiver.

» all of these things he felt about you hit kageyama like a truck the day everyone started to wear their winter uniforms.

» picking you up to walk to school together was a normal thing since the two of you lived close, but how was kageyama suppose to do this now when you're standing in front of him. thigh high socks to keep your legs warm, an oversized jacket that you had borrowed from him a while back you forgot to return. white mittens to cover your cold hands and the slight blush on your face from the wind chill.

» "does it look weird?" you shyly asked. kageyama was silent. "ah.. give me a second. I'll go back in and change real qui-"

» kageyama tugged on your hand. "its fine. lets just go to school or we'll be late." refusing to look you in the eyes. heat rising to your cheeks as tobio dragged you along with him.

» your feelings for the setter had blossomed over the past few months. falling deeper and deeper into him, and at this point you felt like you couldnt hide it anymore. you just had to tell him. tell him all the wonderful things he's done. the way he's grown and how much he means to you.

» "tobi..." your soft voice spilling out. eyes closed, the fog of your breath coming out as you exhaled. "i lik-"

» you felt something wrap around your neck. "wait y/n..." kageyama spoke, interrupting what you were about to say. not gonna lie, you felt like your heart was about to be shattered like ice eventhough kageyama continued to wrap his scarf around your neck.

» "dont say it..." he quietly said as he began to walk forward without you.

» ah... is this what rejection feels like? i didnt even get to say it properly... your hands felt colder now that kageyama wasnt holding them anymore.

» he took a quick glance back at you. blush on his cheeks. "be prepared because i want to be the one to tell you first."

i like the way you try so hard when you play ball with your friends. i like the way you hit the notes in every song you're shinnin' i love the little things like when you're unaware, i catch you steal a glance and smile so perfectly

» semi eita, your 3 year heart throb from the moment he first spoke to you.

» at first, you had suppressed these feelings, telling yourself he would never look at you the same way. but something about the blonde tsundere struck a chord in your heart that you just couldn't forget.

» the two of you ended up becoming friends. closer than you had actually imagined within these past 3 years. doing everyday life with you. waking up and saving you a spot at breakfast. helping you with your studies in exchange for being his workout buddy and motivator.

» semi kept his tabs on you. your likes and dislikes. the things that made you smile and the things that made you groan in disgust, but he would never let you know that.

» to semi, you were his breath of fresh air. the song he has on repeat everyday. the kind of person who would keep him on his toes. in a good way of course

» "oi what are you daydreaming of this time?" semi asked as you zoned out while drinking your carton of strawberry milk. "hm? oh nothin. just thinkin about whats in store for us today!" reaching your arms above your head letting out a stretch. "i just know for a fact. today is gonna be a good day." semi chuckled at your optimistic claim. "how do you know for sure?" "i dont know how. i just do" you replied with a smile on your face.

» today, shiratorizawa had a practice match with aoba johsai and today, eita was picked to be in the starting line up. the pure joy that radiated from his body. maybe today was a really good day just like how you had said.

» semi took a quick glance up into the stands, you gave him a thumbs up and wished him good luck. his smile was brighter than you had ever seen it and his eyes shined like stars. he always told you that whatever chance he got on the court, he would be sure to not let his team down no matter what. he was in his zone. playing his best and sure enough, they had won all 3 matches.

» after practice, semi and you would hang out at his dorm afterwards. he liked to show you all the new songs he was working on. whether it was a cover or a song or a song he was writing on his own.

» the two of you leaned against the wall as you sat on semi's bed. his sheet music all sprawled out before him on his bed sheets. guitar in his arms and you beside him.

» "what are you working on semi?" "a song" "well obviously dum dum" you laughed, reaching out for a paper in front.

» "so who's the special lady?" you teased him as you read the lyrics. deep down inside you could only wish these words were meant for you. a blush formed on eita's face. "just... shut up about it... its not ready yet"

» it was getting late and falling asleep at semi's place was a normal occurrence at this point. your eyes became heavy and your head started bobbing.

» "sleepy?" eita asked as he noticed your eyes drooping. "mhm. sing for me semi? please?" his voice was so soft like a mothers touch yet somehow had the power to pierce through your soul sometimes. although, it never failed to help you fall asleep when you needed it.

» hesitantly, semi started humming. softly speaking some lyrics here and there. you didnt know where the tune was from so you listened the best you could.

» "... till the last of snow dissapears ... till a rainy day, becomes clear. never knew a love like this, now i can't let go..."

» your eyes had closed. slumber taking over you as you fell onto semi's shoulder.

» "im in love with you... and now you know..."

» yeah. today was a good day. just like you said it was going to be.

in a world devoid of life, you bring color. in your eyes i see the light, my future. always and forever i know i cant let you go. im in love with you and now you know

» to iwaizumi, unlike volleyball, oikawa, maki, mattsun, school, anything life threw at him; you were the thing in his life that was constant yet at the same time a whirlwind of new beginnings. not in a bad way though.

» ever since you were kids, you showed iwaizumi the beauty in things he would have never guessed had. he was bold and tended to look over things without giving them much thought. his eyes straight ahead to the trials before him. you on the other hand, stopped him and slowed him down from rushing into them blindly.

» "every moment is precious. you should learn to cherish it because you never know when it's gonna be your last" you always said

» your views of the world were beautiful compared to how cruel it actually was. naivety maybe? or maybe it was just because you were blessed with a kind soul.

» iwaizumi always knew he had feelings for you. you had been with him through thick and thin. he could depend on you and you could depend on him. in his eyes, you were the most beautiful person on earth. deep down he had hoped the two of you could stay like that forever. nothing could ever change that.

» or so he thought...

» "iwa chan~ you owe me a meat bun" oikawa whined as the group of friends were walking to the gym for volleyball practice. "shut up crappykawa. i already bought you one last week" "oi isn't that y/n over there?" maki said, shaking iwaizumi's shoulder.

» sure enough it was you. apparently you had told iwaizumi to go ahead of you today because you had something to take care of in the afternoon. telling him you'd meet up with him after practice was over. not thinking much of it, he bid you a farewell and went on in his day.

» "oooou by the looks of it, this is the perfect confession scene" mattsun teased. "oi stop messing around" iwaizumi's voice hoarse. not gonna lie, iwaizumi felt his heart drop when mattsun said that

» the 4 boys crept closer to see what was going on.

» there you were, standing in the middle of a classroom with a black haired boy. "mhm. definitely a confession." oikawa stated. "shut up tooru we cant hear" maki retorted.

» you weren't considered popular in school but that didnt mean people didnt know who you were. iwaizumi knew you were gorgeous and on top of that, smart, kind and one of the sweetest girls, so it was only natural that people would be drawn to you.

» they watched as the boy got closer and closer to you. voices barely being audible to the 4 boys outside. iwaizumi's heart could bear to see this right before his eyes.

» without even thinking, his feet moving on his own, iwaizumi barged into the room. all eyes towards him.

» "iwa what are you-" without letting you finish, iwa dragged you out of the classroom. "iwa where are you taking me" asking him as he took you to who knows where, leading you up the stairs of the school.

» up on the roof, he finally let go. "sorry..." he mumbled.

» "sorry for what iwa?" "for ruining that confession... i just-"

» "you just...-?"

» "i just love you ok?!"

» your heart shook at the resonance of his voice. iwa liked you? he liked you back?! wait no- he loved you.

» you had loved iwaizumi from the moment you met him and as the two of you grew up, your love for him only grew deeper. he was the only one you'd ever look at. the only one who would ever cross your mind. you had hoped he felt the same about you but he was always so busy with other things you only felt like you would be able to support him on the sidelines as he faced the world head on like he always does.

» just being in iwaizumi's presence was enough for you. no need to be greedier, you thought. its good to be content with what you have, but just knowing that he shares the same feelings... its ok to be a little greedy right?

» your silence being louder than it should have been, iwaizumi took it the wrong way. "look I know this isn't the greatest confession. heck it's not even the way I wanted to confess to you, and get it if you like that other guy, you don't have to-"

» shuting him up with a kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. needless to say, he was shocked, but embraced you as well.

» "you're overthinking too much iwa. that's so unlike you" you chuckled. his face bright red at the previous actions.

» "i love you. I've loved you for a long time actually. every single second. every moment we've shared. i cant picture myself with anyone but you hajime."

» iwa let out a sigh of relief. a smile being brought back onto his face. "good because all I know is that i cant let you go. in the past, present and even in the future...."

» the blue sky slowly changing into shades of coral warmed your heart even more on top of his sweet words that you've always longed to hear.

» "im in love with you, and now you know"

-» ˚⸙͎۪۫⋆

enjoy your order! have a great day!

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[ghost-party]

Hey! Congrats on your 200 followers, im so happy for you and cant wait to see your blog grow even more! I was wondering if I could please make a request for the 200 follower event? Id love to see something with Vampire Gojo. He kinda just has that ethereal delicate beauty of a thousand year old Vamp ya know? I dont have anything else specific, so let your imagination run wild. I love everything you write anyway! <3

Thank you! 😀💕 This was such a fun request to work on. I tried to make it a meet cute with flirty vampire Gojo — lots of banter and humor. I wouldn’t mind writing a follow-up at some point.

Warnings: references to blood and vampire erotica

• • •

Gojo + Vampire

“Have you heard about the new tenant in 2B?”

At the sound of your building manager’s voice, you hesitate, having just retrieved your mail. Glancing over your shoulder, you see her chatting with an older gentleman who’s shaking his head.

“I’ve lost track of everyone who comes and goes around here,” he says.

“But this one is different.” The woman’s eyes are wide, and more than anything, she looks excited. “He’s a vampire.”

You’re so startled by her words that you miss the rest of their conversation, standing there, staring down at the envelopes clutched in your hand. A vampire...? Sure, everyone knows they exist, and there are plenty who live among humans without incident.

But you’ve never met one yourself. You suspect that will change soon enough, though, seeing as one just moved into the apartment next door.

A few weeks pass before it happens. And when it does, it’s not exactly the dramatic meet cute you’ve been taught to expect by vampire-centric books and films.

You’re carrying groceries down the hall when one of the plastic bag handles snaps, sending produce and several cans rolling away from you. With a grumble, you bend down, struggling to balance the rest of your load, when an amused voice asks, “Need some help?”

You look up to find a tall, handsome man leaning in the doorway of 2B. He’s wearing an oversized sweater and jeans, a pair of expensive-looking sunglasses perched on his nose. His white hair falls across his forehead, and when he smiles, you notice two sharp fangs among his otherwise perfect teeth.

“Uh... I —” But before you can form any coherent words, he’s suddenly crouched in front of you, holding an armful of fruit and canned goods. You didn’t even see him move. 

“Oh, the bag broke?” he asks, standing up. “I’ll just carry these. Where do you live?”

“2A.”

His smile widens. “So you’re my neighbor! I’ve been hoping to run into you.”

“It probably doesn’t help that we keep different hours,” you joke as he follows you to your door.

The man tsks at you as you turn the key in the lock. “Not as true as you might think.” He grins lasciviously. “Perhaps someone’s been reading too much vampire erotica...”

“W-what?!” you splutter, nearly dropping the rest of your groceries as you enter your apartment. “I don’t — You —” You huff indignantly, stomping off toward the small kitchenette. “Okay then. Enlighten me. What is true?”

“Needing to be invited in, for one thing.” You turn around and notice him standing just beyond the threshold, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

You smirk, taking a moment to place your bags on the counter before walking back and leaning against the doorframe. “Maybe I should just keep you out there...”

“Where’s the fun in that? Think of the bananas!” When you simply cross your arms, he sighs. “If you let me in, I’ll tell you. And also apologize for the erotica thing.”

You shrug. “I suppose that’s fair. You may now enter my humble abode, good sir.”

He laughs and steps inside, visibly relaxing. When you point, he places your dropped items on a nearby side table and then sidles into your living room. He talks as he looks around, examining your bookshelves and the photographs on your wall. Nosy, you think, but you’re amused by his open curiosity, looking like a child wandering through a museum.

“The older we are, the more resistance we have to daylight,” he explains. “We can see ourselves in mirrors and eat garlic, we can’t turn into bats — well, at least I can’t — and we don’t sparkle in the sun.”

“Are you sure?” you tease. “You look like the sparkling type. Very pretty.”

He smiles at you. “I’ll take that as a compliment, pumpkin.”

Already flustered by the pet name, you also find yourself transfixed by his eyes. They’re a bright, pure shade of blue, almost unnatural in their intensity.

“And what about enthralling people?” you ask, mentally shaking yourself and ducking into the kitchen to begin restocking your fridge. As you fill the shelves, you call out, “Do you make a habit of seducing people with your special powers?”

“I don’t need special powers to do that.” His voice is right beside you, and you jump, looking up to find him peering over your fridge door. “I always forget how much food humans eat.”

“You say that like you haven’t spent much time around them — us,” you correct yourself.

“Most of my friends are vampires. I’ve lived around humans for a long time, but it can be hard to connect.” He rests his chin on his hands. “Maybe it’s my ethereal beauty, or my charming demeanor. Or possibly my subscription to Red Apron.”

It doesn’t take long for your brain to connect the dots on that one. “What, do they send you different varieties? ‘A rare vintage from picturesque Lyon, France’? ‘Vegan Type O blend from Sydney, Australia’? All from willing donors, of course.”

“Of course. You could always come over and find out... I have wine, too. I’m not a heathen.” He grins at you, but when he sees the surprise on your face, he laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Whoops. Was that too forward? I just haven’t talked to anyone like this in a while...”

“To be honest, it wouldn’t be my weirdest date.” You close the fridge door and stand, looking up at him. “When I was in college, I went out with a guy who pretended to be a vampire. Plastic fangs and all.”

Your neighbor snickers. “Ah, one of those... He couldn’t even spring for those resin ones, or dental acrylic?” He shakes his head. “Let me guess. He slept like this.” He crosses his arms over his chest in a dramatic Dracula-esque pose.

You wrinkle your nose. “That implies I stuck around long enough to find out.”

His smile softens as he looks down at you, and he offers a large, pale hand. “Gojo Satoru.”

“Y/N.” His skin isn’t as cold as you thought it would be — surprisingly warm, actually. “I’m still waiting for that apology, you know.”

“See, I was thinking inviting you over for some wine and conversation would be a nice please-forgive-me gesture.” He shoves his hands in his pockets. “And now that you know my name, you can’t even say we’re strangers!”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Slow your roll, pretty boy. I still have some questions.”

“Say no more.” Gojo eagerly sits in the nearest chair, crossing one long leg over the other. “I lived through the Spanish Inquisition. This can’t be any worse than that.”

You try (and fail) to do the necessary mental math. “How old are you?”

“Rough start, but I can appreciate directness. I’ve been a card-carrying vampire for a little over 900 years.”

“Wow. You don’t look a day over 400. Do you actually carry a card?”

“These days, yes. It’s like an even less attractive driver’s license.”

“Any history of illegal feeding?”

“None, officer.” He mock salutes. “Although I do appreciate a good chase, it’s always best when it’s consensual — at least for me.”

His words stir something inside you that you do your best to push away. “Seems pretty sudden to be asking me out, don’t you think?”

Gojo taps a finger against his perfect lips. “Your banter is exemplary. You haven’t run away screaming or begged me to ravish you. We seem to have compatible tastes in books and movies —” he gestures to your living room shelves “— if not food.” With another gleaming grin, he adds, “And you’re very, very cute.”

Much to your dismay, your cheeks warm, and you know that he knows, judging by the way his grin widens ever so slightly. “I suppose a glass of wine would be nice,” you say. “But I’m not interested in seeing your coffin on the first date.”

He waves a hand dismissively. “Completely understandable. That’s third date territory, at least.”

You can’t help but laugh. “In that case... Are you free tomorrow?”

#200 followers event #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader

[morizoras-cave]

Kid problems (Request)

MCU cast x child!reader, mostly Scarlett Johansson x reader and Mark Ruffalo x reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Request Description: Please may I request a mcu cast x child!reader where the kids the daughter of a new female superhero actor (made up) and the cast finds up she’s been verbally/ physically abusive so the kid and confront the lady about it and comfort the kid? You don’t have to if this makes you uncomfortable though!

Warnings: physical and emotional child abuse, language, mean insults, bad mom

(A/N): i thought i wasn’t going to write today but i had a (not so) busy day and i fell asleep for like three hours and now i cant sleep, so here we are! ya’ll i feel like this one kinda sucks but lets not talk about it. not proofread as always

“Stay quiet and be polite, and for God’s sake, don’t be so clumsy like you always are!” your mother spoke roughly, eyes on the road in front of her. “Knocking things over and ruining everything..”

“I won’t,” you mumbled quietly. 

She had recently made her big break as an actor, landing the role as Abigail Brand in the Marvel universe. As far as you understood, she had met her coworkers a few weeks ago and it had went well. 

Now, she was bringing you to meet them, because apparently they had spoken about how it was cool for kids to see a movie set, and your mom had run out of excuses not to bring you.

You were determined to be quiet and polite and to not be clumsy. All you wanted was to please your mother and make her proud. She just always seemed so angry. But that was your fault.

“Alright, we’re here,” your mother sighed. She exited the car and opened your door, practically dragging you out of the vehicle and into the filming area. You didn’t really understand anything or what anything was, so you just stayed quiet and stayed close to your mother, although avoiding touching her. She was always extra violent after you did so.

“M/n! You’re here, and with this little nugget?” a man with a funny beard and cool sunglasses came up to you. He smiled and then crouched down to your level. Your mom laughed awkwardly. “What’s your name?”

“Uh, Y-Y/n.” 

The man smiled at you and you smiled back cautiously, looking to your mom to see if it was okay. She seemed annoyed like always. 

“She’s shy, huh?” the man joked, and got up again. You watched, anxious to mess up. Maybe this time you could finally satisfy your mother and stop being such a useless child.

“Yeah, she is. I try to tell her to be more talkative, but she’s just naturally like this,” your mom smiled warmly at the man. Now you were even more confused. Did she want you to talk more? No, right?

You were introduced to the rest of them. Their names were Robert, Mark, Chris, Chris (again), Jeremy and Scarlett. They were very nice to you. They were very careful and caring, and it made you wish your mom was like that. 

You mostly just watched them work and talk. Eventually you sat down drawing, because you were bored.

“Can I see that?” Scarlett asked, gesturing to the drawing you were working on. You shyly nodded and stopped drawing, putting the crayons down. “Woow, that’s so pretty!” 

You shook your head, “no, it’s not.” Scarlett looked at you in confusion. 

“Why would you say that?” she asked, caressing your arm carefully. 

“My mama says my drawings are bad,” you mumbled. Scarlett looked up at your mom in confusion. Your mom was already dashing over to you, having heard the conversation.

“She means her nana, I call my mom mama and so she calls her mama.. My mom is not very good around kids,” your mom explained away. You furrowed your brows. You didn’t mean nana? You and mama stopped talking to nana long ago. 

Scarlett, who had previously tensed up, relaxed and let out an understanding laugh, “oh! I got worried there for a second!”

Your mom made a strained smile and then looked down at you. She had that glint in her eyes, although her face was friendly, you could tell she was disappointed. You teared up right then and there, so tired of disappointing her.

“Alright, Y/n, let’s go to the bathroom,” she grabbed your small hand roughly, and pulled you away from the nice adults. Tears rolling down your face, as your mom brought you into the women’s bathroom. 

“You little-” she cut herself off, gritting her teeth and checking if there were people in the stalls. There weren’t and she turned back to you with that angry face. 

“How dare you? Can’t you ever just stay quiet like I tell you to? You useless child! You were a mistake!” she hissed. It hurt you so bad, it felt so bad, and your crying worsened as you attempted to stammer out an apology. 

Your mother slapped you across the face. “Stop crying, you nuisance,” she said and indeed you forced yourself to stop crying. You held it in, trembling. 

Meanwhile Scarlett and Mark had been walking past the bathrooms, when they heard the slap. Of course, to them it could’ve been a lot of things. They exchanged glances, and Scarlett had said that she’d check it out. 

She walked quietly into the echoing bathroom, stopping when she heard the sound of angry and aggressive whispers.

“You’re so stupid and useless. You have no talent. Just stay quiet from now on! Shut the fuck up.” 

Scarlett was shocked to hear your mother’s voice. It took a moment for Scarlett to realize who she was talking to, and the thought drew a very real gasp out of her. Now, not giving two shits, she stepped away from the wall to see your mother crouched down in front of you, an almost animalistic expression on her face.

“M/n! How dare you!” was all she could say. Her instant reaction was to simply walk over to you, and get you away from your mother, but as she tried to your mother grabbed your arm. The both of them tugged at you.

“Get away from my baby!” your mom yelled. The commotion drew Mark to enter the bathroom, bewildered at the situation. Your mom and Scarlett both tugging at you, and you in the middle, red face and puffy eyes, conflicted as ever.

“What’s going on here?”

Mark’s sudden presence startled your mother, and in a moment of surprise, she let go and you fell into Scarlett’s grasp. She picked you up in her arms, and just started walking out of the bathroom.

Mark followed, looking between you and your mother. Scarlett didn’t know where she walking, but far from that witch. 

“M/n was- she was saying these horrible things to Y/n. Like, seriously horrible things,” Scarlett said. Meanwhile she rubbed your back and held you close, something that made you feel so nice inside. Your mother never did that. 

“I think what we heard was- Like, a slap?” Scarlett said, and when she met Mark’s eyes, he too had gotten a serious and worried look in them. He turned to you, resting on Scarlett’s chest.

“N/n, uh, did your mom hurt you, by any chance?” he asked and you stirred from your resting place.

“Hurt?”

“Like, hit you in any way?” 

“Mhmm,” your simple hum, like it was the most normal thing in the world, made the two adults’ hearts sink. 

“ScarJo, Ruffalo!” Chris (Hemsworth) greeted, but his cheerful welcome, did nothing to cheer up the two shaken adults. 

“Downey, you gotta call the Russos and tell them to get another Abigail Brand,” Mark instructed, while Scarlett put you down on the couch and then looked down the hallway to see if your mom was running after you. Ominously, she was nowhere to be seen. Scarlett couldn’t decide what was worse: if she had run after you, or the fact that she just left you. 

“What? We’re weeks into filming?” Chris (Evans) exclaimed. Him and Jeremy were sitting by a table behind Robert and the other Chris. 

Scarlett gave them knowing look and pulled up the sleeve of your small, purple sweater. Your tiny arm was littered with bruises, now and old. The others’ eyes widened, and there was a moment of silence where everyone looked at each other in confusion, anger and hurt. 

“I’ll go talk to them,” Downey said, smiling to you softly, before disappearing to somewhere else on set. 

“Where is M/n now?” Chris (Evans) asked. Him and the other two, Jeremy and Chris (the other one), seemed much angrier (not that the others weren’t but perhaps a different type of angry).

“I don’t know, I think she left in the opposite direction,” Scarlett murmured and Mark nodded. Without a word, Chris, Chris and Jeremy stood up and started walking down the hallway to find your mom.

You just watched in confusion mostly, as everyone scattered purposefully. Mark and Scarlett then finally turned to you. 

“Where’s mama?” you asked innocently. The two shook their heads.

“Your mom isn’t good for you..” You furrowed your brows. 

“What do you mean? Does she not want to be with me anymore? Can you tell her I’m trying really hard? I don’t why, but I keep messing up,” you said, your lip trembling. You could cry again. Was your mother leaving you, disappointed in your work at being a good daughter? 

“No, no.. Your mom is the one is that wasn’t good enough for you. Moms shouldn’t hit and yell at their kid like that..” Scarlett sighed, holding your hand comfortingly. 

“Oh..” was all you said. Your mom was fired and the proper authorities were called. You didn’t really know what happened, but somehow your entire day-to-day changed. You started talking to a nice lady, who was trying to explain to you why your mom was bad. You still didn’t understand it, but hopefully you would in the future.  

You were adopted by some very nice old people. The adults from that day stayed in touch with them, and sometimes some of them came over with their kids and you played together. 

The day you met them, changed your entire life, and when you did grow up, and you realized why your mom was ‘bad’, you felt eternally grateful to them, for putting your life on a better course. And you made sure to let them know, when you did meet them every once in a while. They were just happy to see that you were seemingly unscathed by this, and that your mom’s evil actions hadn’t ruined you in any way. You were happy and bright and you could thank it all to them. :)

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[aremiies]

❥ love starved.

pairings: todoroki x gn!reader

prompt: “i cant stop thinking about you.”

warnings: mentions of ptsd/trauma, swearing and as always fluff and bad writing.

not my gif !

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you and todoroki had a bond.

a special bond.

it wasn’t like the other bonds you had with the rest of class 1-a... it was like you two had your own language only you, yourselves, could understand. you two understood each other, having gone through similar childhoods, there were things you two did or said that only two understood; and you loved that. you loved having someone who you could relate to, who you could talk to— open up to when you desperately needed a shoulder to lean on. and todoroki? todoroki felt the same, he’d never had someone that truly understood him the way you did. of course he’d never admit it, but you were truly his best friend. you transferring to UA was, quite literally, one of the best things that’d ever happened to him.

—

“class, we have a transfer student coming from the states, please do your best to be kind and make them feel welcomed.” mr.aizawa introduced you. you looked at the students in front of you, they all seemed friendly enough, but there was a specific person who caught your eye. 

todoroki.

you two locked eyes and you gave him a small smile. he gave a slight nod in response, looking away not long after and in return, you were left looking at the side of his face— the left side of his face. you tilted your head in confusion at the scar that decorated his face distinctly, but shrugged it off, not wanting to seem rude. eventually, you were seated in between jirou and sero, just three seats away from the scarred boy you’d soon call your friend.

when lunch time rolled around, uraraka made it her mission to get you to sit with the dekusquad. of course, you were in no position to say no; who else would you sit with then? after grabbing your lunch from the line, you followed the girl to the table where she and her friends sat. you were greeted two heads of green hair, one head of blue and— red and white?

you let your eyes, once again, make contact with the blue and brown ones from earlier. there was something about his gaze that was just so familiar...

“hi! you’re y/n, you sit kind of across from me in class.” midoriya smiled brightly at you which made your nerves calm a little.

“yes, i am... and i guess i do. i didn’t really look at who i was sitting around, so i didn’t see you behind me... ha, sorry.” you smiled sheepishly and sat down next to uraraka. eventually, you and the rest of the teens had properly introduced yourselves and began making small talk. it was mostly them trying to get to know you, but soon enough they got the sense that maybe you didn’t like to talk about yourself, so they stopped asking questions. you were quiet for the rest of the lunch period, letting the others do the talking. it was better this way, you much better at listening.

a few months later, dorms were established in UA you didn’t hate the idea, but the curfew thing was kind of a drag. you could deal with it, though. it was late at night and although it was well past curfew and well past midnight, you couldn’t fall asleep to save your life. sighing, you slid your feet into your favorite pair of slippers and opened your door as silently as you could, making your way to the common area. upon entering, you spotted a figure standing at the window and let out a sharp gasp, automatically thinking it was a staff member. the person turned their head towards you and gave it a tilt, “y/n.”

you furrowed your brows, “t-todoroki?” the voice was all too familiar.

the boy nodded, walking closer to you, “are you unable to sleep as well?”

“yeah,” you replied taking a few steps towards the window, “when i was home and couldn’t sleep, i would go outside to my front porch and look out at the stars until i got sleepy... though, now, since we can’t go outside past curfew, i figured this would have to do.”

“it seems we have something in common then...” there was a pause before todoroki spoke again, “would you... would you like to talk with me? until we get tired?”

you smiled and nodded, “yes, i’d like that.” and for the next two hours, the two of you talked about any and everything you could think of. and from then on, anytime the two of you were suffering from lack of sleep, you’d call each other to watch the stars.

—

speaking of not being able to sleep, that was how your current night was going. you sighed and turned over to open your phone, looking for todoroki’s contact. you pressed the green call button, and put the phone up to your ear.

almost immediately, the call was answered by a certain blue and brown eyed boy, “hello?”

you smiled at how fast the call was answered, “hi. i’m guessing you can’t sleep either?”

“nope,” todoroki sighed slightly before continuing, “i’m guessing you’d like to watch stars?”

“please?” you mused, he could hear the smile in your voice from the other line.

“common area in three minutes.” todoroki instructed, hanging up soon after. just like any other time, you slid your feet into your slippers and made your way to the common area. when you got there, todo was already there, sitting on the floor next to the window.

“hey,” you whispered walking up to him.

“hello.” he greeted back.

you turned to the window and looked at midnight sky above, “the stars are pretty tonight, don’t you think?”

todoroki nodded, “yes. they’re very pleasing to look at... and so are you.” he trailed off.

“hm?” you furrowed your brows, looking away from the sky to look at the boy with a look of confusion.

blushing, todoroki turned away, composing himself soon thereafter, “y/n. i have something to tell you.”

you nodded, “okay, go ahead.”

“okay. i have this problem... and it involves... you?” he admitted.

your heart dropped and your eyes widened, “m-me? i’m sorry todoroki, did i do something wrong?”

todoroki grabbed your hand in attempt to calm you down, “no, y/n, you did nothing wrong... i’ve just... lately i’ve been having an issue. i... i cant stop thinking about you.” he confessed.

your felt your face immediately go hot, “to-todoroki i-!”

“i’ve asked my friends what it might mean, because when i’m around you, my heart rate starts to speed up and i feel... warm. do you want to know what they told me?” he asked.

you nodded.

“they told me... they told me that those are symptoms of love. and so i thought about it, because i’ve never felt these things before, y/n. but now, i feel it’s been long enough for me to say this confidently,” todoroki tightened his grip on your hand, “y/n, i’m... i think... i’m in love. with you. but love is a two person thing. it has to be mutual; and so i guess i’m asking, y/n, do you love me too?”

you felt yourself get teary eyed, and without another thought, you threw yourself onto the love starved boy in front of you. you clung onto him, the moon illuminated your persons. “i do. i love you too, todoroki.”

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i’m sorry if this was a bit awkward, but i honestly (just like any other fic) didn’t know how to end it. ily though, take care of yourself, k? i hope you enjoyed :) (in retrospect, i feel like this shouldve been a shinsou fic 😀)

#anime #bnha imagines #bnha fanfiction #mha #mha fanfiction #bnha todoroki #todoroki imagine #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto torodoki #writing #new writer boost #fanfic #fluffvember #todoroki fluff

[firefly464]

The Gilded Cage - Chapter 1

if you cant tell the first part of this was written by pami a couple weeks back when we first decided to actually do a prequel :D

Written in collaboration with @i-have-this-now :D

Thank you @rivys for beta reading, editing, and writing :D

Master Post

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The first thing that Eret noticed when he woke up was the aching pain in his head. Before he even opened his eyes, he could feel the side of his head throbbing. Every tiny movement sent another wave of pain through his mind. 

Tentatively, he cracked open his eyes, only to shut them almost immediately as a bright light pierced his vision. The light only caused his headache to grow ten times worse. A wave of nausea washed over him, making him groan internally. The last thing he could clearly remember was being on stream, with each memory after that fuzzy and unreachable. 

All things considered, he was probably hungover. He couldn’t remember ever getting drunk, which probably wasn’t a good sign. 

Eret tried for a second time to open his eyes, this time pushing through the pain in his head. As he looked around, he noticed his surroundings were blindingly white. It was as if someone pointed a flashlight directly at his face. Squinting, he tried to see where he was. 

It was way too bright to see anything he recognised, but even with the weird light he saw, he couldn’t see any of the familiar outlines of his desk or chair. It looked like he was inside some sort of strange room from the looks of it, only just barely able to make out the bright outlines of a couple windows. Oh god, did he get kidnapped? Was he already in the second location? What was going on?

“Whoa, slow down. You’re going to make yourself sick. The potion still hasn’t fully left your system,” Eret was forced to swallow a scream of surprise as he heard his friend's voice. Wilbur’s voice was coming from somewhere beside him, though it was far too bright to actually see him. “Wait, here’s your glasses.”

Glasses? Since when did he wear glasses? “My wha-” Eret began, cut off as  an object was pushed into his hands, plasticine and cool to the touch. A pair of sunglasses. He slipped them over his eyes and immediately realized why Wilbur had given them to him. Everything darkened significantly and he could see a lot more than he could before. He was in some sort of van, metal sheets were hammered into the walls of it, as if it had been built by people who didn’t really know what they were doing. 

“Hey, so uh, how are you feeling?” Wilbur asked, his voice filled with tension. 

He glanced over, surprised to find his friend wearing a strange, revolution based outfit. Maybe they were at a con? That would explain the strange cosplay, but it still didn’t make sense. For one, Eret couldn’t remember ever actually going to any conventions, and besides, he was fairly certain that all all conventions were canceled because of covid.

“I feel like shit,” he admitted, slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position. 

Will chuckled slightly, but it sounded forced. “That makes sense. The potion took a toll on all of us.” 

“Potion…?” If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t know where he was, or why Wilbur was there too. He didn’t know what was going on. He was confused, lost, and just wanted to go back to bed. 

The door to the strange van creaked open and someone poked their head in. “How’s he do- oh! You’re up!”

Eret had to do his best to suppress a shriek of surprise. Entering the van was Fundy, but he was… well, different. Peeking through Fundy’s brown wavy hair were two pointed fox ears, and swishing behind him was a fiery orange tail, tipped with a patch of snow white fur. What the fuck?

“Fundy?”

Wilbur furrowed his brow. “He might be experiencing some memory loss. Eret, do you remember who I am?”

“What?” He shook his head, trying to focus. “Yeah, I don’t-- Memory’s good. Just uhh…” He tried to think of a viable excuse, but nothing came to him. “Y’know.”

“Right.”

A tense silence fell over the room as the three of them stared at each other, unsure of what any of them would say next.

Fundy cleared his throat. “Well, sir, I’ll assume my post at the door again. Let me know if he causes any trouble.”

Wilbur nodded in return. “Make me proud, son.”

With a sharp salute, the fox began towards the door of the van. “Of course, father.” Just as soon as he had entered, he was gone, his tail flicking behind him.

Eret furrowed his brow. Father? That didn’t make sense, Wilbur was only three years older than--

Oh.

Memories came rushing back to him as the pieces clicked into place. He remembered the Final Control Room, the strange falling sensation and... being in the game? No, no. That can’t be right. It wasn’t real, right?

“Eret. I need you to focus. I’m going to ask you a few questions.” Wilbur asked, now more forcefully.

“Er, sorry about that. What- sorry- what was the question?” Eret was tempted to ask him what was going on but he thought he should just answer the questions for now.

Wilbur sighed, as if disappointed. “Why didn’t you press the button?”

“Why didn’t I- what?”

“The button was supposed to open up the walls, wasn’t it? You were going to open up the walls, let Dream in, and drug us all. You were supposed to betray us, why didn’t you?” 

“I- I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Eret, don’t lie to me, we found the needles in your bag-”

“I’m not lying.” He steadied his voice, there’s no use shouting at Wilbur. It would only end up making things worse. “I didn’t know what was going on. Wilbur, you have to believe me.”

“You were going to betray us. Why should I believe you?”

Eret didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t real. This isn’t supposed to be real. It was just a game. It was… It was right in front of him. Wilbur didn’t act like himself, he was stern and precise. Was he really even Wilbur? The one he streamed with and joked around with? The one he gathered resources for in Minecraft? He just didn’t understand. 

“Wil, what the hell is going on?” Eret started. “One minute, I’m at my PC. Next, I’m here in this… whatever this place is.”

“What do you mean? Eret, you-” Wilbur was cut off.

“Wilbur, I don’t think I’m from here.”

“...what?” 

“I- This whole world- This isn’t supposed to be real. I’m not supposed to be-”

Click.

Darkness creeped into the edges of Eret’s vision, spots dancing in front of his eyes. Blood rushed past his ears, drowning out any other sounds. It felt as if his mind was filled with static noise, whizzing and humming. “What the…” He blinked a few times to clear his vision. Wilbur sat on the wooden stool, his eyes glazed over. “Uh, Wilbur? Are you alri-”

Wilbur snapped out of his strange trance and shot to his feet, his gaze filled with anger and hatred. “Eret. You heartless bastard. Do you have any IDEA-”

“What? Wilbur, why-”

“Why the fuck are you even here?! To mock us?! To rub your victory in our faces?!” he was screaming now, his voice echoing through the small room, making Eret’s head pound.

"What the hell are you talking about?! I didn't do anything!" he was on his feet now, his arms raised to protect himself. He didn’t know what was going on, but the look in his friends eyes was enough to make him fear for his safety. 

The door to the van slammed open as Fundy came rushing inside. A rush of emotions flew across his face as he took in the situation before him, going from confusion, to shock, and eventually settling on pure hatred, mixed with a hint of fear. His tall, pointed ears were flattened against his head. In any other situation, Eret might have found it funny, but in the moment he was in no mood to laugh. “What the fuck is going on? Why is Eret here?” 

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to figure out. This son of a bitch was here when I came in, who knows what he might have done.” Will snarled, never taking his eyes off Eret.

“What the fuck do you mean? Wilbur, you brought me here! I’ve been here the entire time! You- Fundy, you saw me!” 

“Excuse me? What the hell do you mean by that? I’ve been standing outside this entire time!” Fundy’s hand was on the hilt of his sword, ready to unsheath it and attack at any moment. 

Wilbur’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Fundy, trying to figure out what Eret was talking about. “Enough!” he cried, “Fundy, I want you to go and ring the alarm bell. I need everyone here at once. Understood?”

“But what if he-” 

His eyes narrowed even further. “Now.” 

Eret’s mind raced a thousand miles a minute as he watched his friend scamper outside, most likely to go and sound the alarm. He needed to run, to escape. He didn’t know what was going on, or why Wilbur was so angry at him, but he knew that he needed to leave. The murderous look in his friend’s eyes made it very clear that he wasn’t just going to let Eret walk away peacefully. 

The far off sound of a bell ringing echoed through the small van. Eret could feel his heart rate increasing. Any second now, the others were going to come into the room, and it would make escape ten times harder. If he was going to make a run for it, this was his chance. 

He glanced at Wilbur, then to the door. Although the taller man was in a defensive stance, he wasn’t armed. There was no weapon in his hands. This could be his only chance. 

He crashed through the door, and didn’t look back.

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[ddarker-dreams]

I can't believe I haven't thought of this before! How often would sr reader make godfather references once giorno is the don?

it’s difficult to imagine that sr reader wouldn’t at least slip it into a conversation once. giorno doesn’t strike me as a huge movie-watching type, as he’s too busy, so it’s likely only mista would catch on to sr reader’s reference. he’d clap his hands together, pointing at reader, saying smth like, “Oh! I get that!” 

if giorno saw you and mista laughing over something though, he’s going to be doing research to understand it later. would likely look up the quote and have a moment of Realization. where he’s just going ah. of course [First] would do this. it all makes sense now. 

the problem with stuff like this is that mista does not know when a joke stops being funny. you laugh at one of his jokes one time and he’s gonna be telling it forever. 

anon 2 said: Sorry i just had a surge of inspiration for completely pointless scenarios with sr reader. During Mista's rant about the four slices of cake i feel like sr's solution would be to forgo cutting up the cake altogether. "Buy the whole cake, grab a spoon and start eating, don't even bother with a knife."

tbh most of the scenes in scarlet ribbons fall into that description... AND YES i could see her saying something like that! she’s patient with mista for the most part, but sometimes it can be a bit too much. especially if she was having a rough day for whatever reason. then all bets are off...

anon 3 said: I imagine that in Mista's and Fugo's route, they both have a daughter with SR reader that they just spoil silly. Very cute with them but huffy if you try to mention it!

THAT’S SO CUUUTE... in my mind, i actually imagined fugo having one daughter with reader possibly! and i think it’d be funny if mista had like. triplets or something. just bc of the chaos factor of raising so many kiddos at once. mista would be so obvious that he spoils his kids, whereas fugo is more lowkey about it. fugo would try his very best to be the good father he never had. mista is that annoying dad that shows up to every single one of his kid’s school events, front row, loudly cheering them on. the day mista’s kids develop their own stands, and can see pistols, would be gg. sr reader is mentally preparing for the occasion. 

anon 4 asked: Omg it’s christmas/sprite cranberry time and I was wondering if you maybe had plans to write some SR christmas scenarios? If you don’t that’s fine and if you do, you might wait till December...

CHRISTMAS SCENARIIIIOS AHHH YES!! i’ve gotta do it. i have some rough knowledge of how christmas is celebrated in italy (although it’s called Natale instead), it seems to be an even more widespread occasion. which makes sense since italy has a strong catholic history. tbh i think that narancia would be the only one SUPER hype to celebrate it with reader, with mista as a close second, but the others would still partake in festivities if reader wanted to. omg... just thinking about it now is so cute. i Will make a hc post about it later after i do more research!!!

one thing is for sure though. sr reader gets a Fuck Ton of presents every year. especially from giorno... man is flexing his financial muscles big time. calm tf down giorno it’s not a competition . narancia also gives reader the most heartfelt, handmade gifts ever. AHHHHH okay i need to stop and save all this for the hc post but you get the idea. 

anon 5 said: Now you've piqued my interest with the 'giorno suffers in sr universe'. Its a given giorno cant keep his cool dignity hanging with the bucci gang but how else has he had to compromise his dignity now with sr in the picture.

how giorno tries to charm sr reader is different than the others in that he isn’t outright feral. but that doesn’t mean he’s a complete pushover, it’s just that it takes a moment to realize he’s being cheeky. because of that the others might not even notice the implications of his words until later. for example, if anyone was hovering around reader too much, giorno might hit them with a, 

“You seem to have trouble leaving [First] alone.” 

it doesn’t feel like an insult, but trust me, there’s some snark in there. giorno lets some things roll off his back, however, there are still brando genes at work in him. gotta keep papa dio in hell proud by being a coy little shit every now and then. :’)

anon 6 said: Do u have anything for abbachio in the works for scarlet ribbons 🥺

i don’t have anything separate planned really as i have a super difficult time writing for abbacchio, but, when i whip together a christmas hc thing of course he’ll be there!  

#i feel so warm n fuzzy talking about sr with u guys!! #so much fun.... #scarlet ribbons lore #scarlet ribbons #answered #Anonymous

[skywalkersthelimit]

Okay so I'm super nervous to post this but I wrote this one-shot for the #trikey fandom. Ive had this idea for awhile but I finally got around to writing it. It's based off the song Lips of an angel by Hinder. I think its perfect for Michael and Trevor lol so please let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy!

Honey, why are you calling me so late?

It’s kinda hard to talk right now 

Honey, why are you crying, is everything okay? 

I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud 

Michael woke up to his phone ringing on his bedside table. He knew who it was before he even looked. He didn’t know how or why because it could have been a number of people. He reached over and grabbed the phone. His eyes squinted from the bright light. Trevor. He was both glad and disappointed he was right but he supposed he might have willed it to be. His thoughts had been filled with his crew mate, best friend and sometimes more, but that was before Amanda and the kids. Well that wasn’t entirely true. Every time they went on a job together, they fell into each other as soon as they were alone in their hotel room. Michael just couldn’t help himself. 

It had been a few months since he had seen Trevor though. He tried to put distance between them. He knew that Trevor had a hard time just sleeping together on occasions and understanding Michael had a family to go home to. Michael wanted nothing more than for his friend to be happy but he just couldn’t be the one to give it to him.

He stared as the phone rang and debated answering but he pictured Trevor’s face the last time he had seen him with tears rolling down his face, begging Michael to stay. His heart clenched and he answered.

“Hello?” he whispered. He looked over at Amanda still sleeping. He had to be quiet. He didn't want to wake her and have her find out who he was talking to. He didn’t feel like fighting tonight. 

“Hey." Trevor’s voice rang out on the other side of the phone. 

“Jesus, Trev. Do you know what time it is?” He flinched as the words left his mouth. He didn’t mean to sound upset but he did. 

Trevor laughed dryly. 

“Oh I’m sorry, Princess. Am I interrupting your beauty sleep? I thought I might call my best friend who hasn’t talked to me in months” he said coldly. 

“Trevor, if you want to talk you can call and you can call during the day.” Amanda moved next to him. He had to be quiet. 

“Works both ways. If you wanted to talk you would have called. But you didn’t.” His voice cracked and ended in a broken sob. Michael hated himself a little more. 

“T, why are you crying? Is everything okay?” he whispered. He wished he was there with Trevor right now. He would pull him into his arms and hold him until the tears stopped like he always did. 

“Speak up M. I cant hear you" 

“I have to be quiet or I’ll wake up-" he let his sentence go unfinished, trying to be careful not to set T off. 

“Ah, of course. Wouldn’t want to wake the Mrs. I’ll let you go." He could hear the anger, the jealousy, the sadness, and the pain in Trevor’s voice. 

“No!” he said rather loudly. He snapped over to look at Amanda, who just turned over on her side away from him. He sighed. “Don’t go. Just- Hang on.” He got out of bed quietly and snuck out the room. He grabbed his cigarettes off the counter and sat down on the couch, lighting one up and taking a deep inhale and exhale. He wasn't supposed to smoke in the house, but fuck it. 

Well, my girl's in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words - it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye

But, girl, you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

“Now tell me what’s going on, Trev. I can't be too loud. Mandy and the kids are in the other room asleep" he explained. 

“I-I don’t know. I just needed to hear your voice.” Trevor replied quietly, his voice soft and tight like he was trying to stop himself from crying. Michael wondered what had him so upset. He had heard he had a boyfriend of sorts from Lester and apparently they’ve been doing jobs together for L since Michael saw T last. When L told him, he saw red. He got wasted and wound up outside screaming and crying at the night sky. Trevor was his, but he wasn't and he never would be. He didn’t want to but he hoped Trevor was calling to tell him he left that guy and to ask when Michael was coming back to work, to him. There was also a chance Trevor was calling because he was drunk and cranked out. Either due to said guy or something else or even for the hell of it. He might be in trouble or lying somewhere drugged out.

“Is it that guy you’re with?” Michael realized how incredibly jealous he sounded but maybe he was. Maybe he missed being on the road, never staying in one place too long. Maybe he missed the thrill of the job, and maybe he missed looking over in the middle of a heist and grinning at Trevor who was grinning just as hard back. Maybe he missed pulling Trevor into a hard kiss as soon as their hotel door shut and having the most passionate nights of his life, and then falling asleep in his lover’s arms. Maybe he even missed the times they just sat on the bed and talked for hours about any and everything. Maybe sometimes he wished it was Trevor who was in the other room, waiting for him to come back to bed. 

“How-how do you even know about that?” Trevor asked, sounding surprised. 

“Lester.” 

“Of fucking course. Well not that it’s any of your business but he's asleep. It ain’t like he’s my boyfriend or anything. You know I ain’t they settling type. There’s only one exception. Fuck. I miss you, Mikey.” He sobbed. 

“Trev-" 

“It's okay. I understand. It’s just so good to hear your voice, Mikey.” There goes that nickname again. A nickname only Trevor called him. A nickname that sounded so sweet coming from Trevor’s lips. Like an angel. A fallen angel maybe. 

“It's really good to hear your voice too T. Mikey. That’s a name I haven't heard in awhile” he said fondly. 

“What, too good to be called Mikey anymore?” T said annoyed. 

“No, not at all. Although you are the only one who calls me that, but I like it.” He felt his cheeks flush and his heart flutter as he spoke. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Now tell me what’s going on please."

“When are you gonna do a job? It’s been months. We miss you out there. I miss you. I-I need you, Mikey. Please come back to me. I can't stop thinking about you. You haunt me every waking moment, and even in my dreams. Do you dream of me?” Hearing those words made Michael feel weak. He almost told Trevor he was on his way, grabbed his car keys and left without a second thought, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t leave his children. He might do a few jobs now and then but he wouldn’t choose that life over them. No matter how bad he craved it, craved him.

It's funny that you're calling me tonight

And, yes, I've dreamt of you too

And does he know you're talking to me?

Will it start a fight?

No, I don't think she has a clue

“Trevor, I-I want to be there. You know I do, but I got Tracey and Jimmy to think about, but I think about you too. All the time. Especially lately. It’s funny you called. And yeah, I’ve dreamt of you too T.” He didn’t know why he was being so open about this, about whatever it was between them, but hearing how broken Trevor sounded and how it matched how he felt inside, he knew they both needed to hear it. To hear that Michael cared about him, that he missed Trevor just as much as he missed him. 

“Oh yeah? What’d you dream about, cowboy?” he asked and Michael could picture his thick eyebrows wagging. He laughed, genuinely laughed. Something he hadn’t done since the last time he saw Trevor. 

“It wasn’t like that. Well not all like that.” Now it was Trevor’s turn to laugh. 

“Tell me.” He told Michael. 

“We were in a nice house, our house. We were happy.” He whispered, afraid of the way his dream made him feel. He didn’t want to dream of Trevor, of their future that would never be. He wished he could let Trevor go, but he didn’t think he ever fully would. 

“It doesn’t have to be a dream, Mikey. The kids can be in your life, our life.” Trevor pleaded. Michael had to change the subject before he agreed. 

“What about that guy you've been seeing? Does he know you’re talking to me? Won't he get mad?” 

"I told you he's not my boyfriend. I don't care if he gets mad, but no, he doesn't know I'm talking to you. He doesn't know anything about you except you're the great Michael Townley, expert thief. He actually wants to meet you." Trevor laughed dryly at that. "What about Amanda? Does she know you're talking to me? Does she know anything?" 

Does she know anything, meaning does she know when Michael goes away to work he all but forgets about her? Does she know that his nights with Trevor are filled with more passion than their whole marriage has ever seen? Does she know that Michael's heart will never fully belong to her?

"No, no I don't think she has a clue, Trev." He sighed. The guilt constantly ate at him and he tried so hard to be the husband she deserved, the father his children deserved, but he never would me. He belonged to the game, to Trevor, but it didn't matter. How he felt didn't matter, couldn't matter. He would push his feelings down to the bottom of his heart with a smile. 

"Mikey. I miss you so much. So much it hurts. I can't get you out of head, out of my heart. I've tried drugs and alcohol. I've tried fucking anyone in sight and even getting a wannabe you, but nothing works. I've tried telling myself you're better off with her, but you're not. You're miserable and so am I. Please just do the best thing for you, for us." He begged through sobs. Michael could hardly make out what he was saying.

He felt tears rolling down his face. He felt Trevor's words stab his soul. He tried to drown Trev out too. He drank so much even he was worried. He smoked several packs of cigarettes a day. He went to strip clubs almost every night and almost every time he brought one of the girls to his car or a hotel for a quick fuck. He just wanted to feel numb, to never know the pain of loving someone you could never be with. What was that saying? It's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. He wasn't sure if he agreed, but inevitably he did. He would feel this pain a thousand times just to know what it was like to love and be loved by this man. What it felt like to lay in his arms as he rubbed his back and kissed his head. He couldn't give that up. He wasn't ready for that. 

"I'm gonna call Lester tomorrow and get a job set up. I'll let you know where to go. Everything will be okay. I'll see you in a few days. I promise. Okay?" 

"Yeah okay, but what about-" Michael cut him off. 

"We'll talk about everything then." He knew he was lying and Trevor probably did too. They both knew he would never be able to leave his family and that pretty little white lies would have to suffice them. 

"Okay Mikey, I'll see you in a few days. And you better show up" he threatened, half jokingly. 

"I'll be there, Trev. And Trev?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Next time call me during the day" he said chuckling. 

"Yes princess. See ya soon Mikey." He said before hanging up. 

Trevor just makes it too hard to be faithful and Michael was weak. 

#trikey #michael de santa #trevor philips #gta v #Spotify

[houseofhurricane]

ACOTAR Fic: Bloom & Bone (6/32) | Elain x Tamlin, Lucien x Vassa

Summary: Elain lies about a vision and winds up as the Night Court’s emissary to the Spring Court, trying to prevent the Dread Trove from falling into the wrong hands and wrestling with the gifts the Cauldron imparted when she was Made. Lucien, asked to join her, must contend with secrets about his mating bond. Meanwhile, Tamlin struggles to lead the Spring Court in the aftermath of the war with Hybern. And Vassa, the human queen in their midst, wrestles with the enchantment that turns her into a firebird by day, robbing her of the power of speech and human thought. Looming over all of them is uniquet peace in Prythian and the threat of Koschei, the death-god with unimaginable power. With powers both magical and monstrous, the quartet at the Spring Court will have to wrestle with their own natures and the evil that surrounds them. Will the struggle save their world, or doom it?

A/N: This chapter is from Vassa's perspective and I truly loved writing it. A fair amount of research went into figuring out how she might see the world in firebird form, and as a result, everybody in my life now knows about the wonders of bird vision. Thanks to them for putting up with me, and thanks to you for reading! You can read early previews of the next chapter every Tuesday by following @house.of.hurricane on Instagram. And as always, you can read all chapters at AO3 if you prefer. You can find all chapters here.

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The world is alive in this form, more than Vassa can ever explain, even to Lucien. She is not sure if this is the result of magic or her firebird eyes, but by day, the world is filled with a million colors that humans have no words to describe, colors that are bright and subtle and mark every being indistinguishably. When Vassa is the firebird, there is never any mistaking one individual for another.

When Koschei first bound her, Vassa could not focus on her lost country or her lost freedom for whole days at a time, so magnificent was the sight of the water on his lake, the way the droplets spangled when struck with her wings, the play of the fire upon the water.

Eventually she became acquainted with the splendor of her view, though her thoughts move differently in this form, at times swift and darting past her human powers to parse, and at times so lugubriously working through a problem or story that Vassa aches for the setting sun, the moment when her mind will return to her.

Always, she misses the power of speech, the workings of her human mind, and company. Koschei might have other prisoners, but Vassa was held alone on his lake. Even now, during the days she spends with Lucien, she can only watch him, the play of light on hair that in this form is as alive as the fire itself, transfigured by each play of light and shadow, or the subtle changes of expression on his face. She knows Lucien has been loved before, and deeply, but she has enough pride in her to think that nobody has ever watched him as she has, knowing the topography of him that’s subtler than even faerie eyes can detect.

After a week touring the lakes on Tamlin’s lands, Vassa tells Lucien to stay at the estate until the afternoon. She has watched the darkness bloom under his eyes, the silences that stretch between him and Tamlin and Elain, and she wants to soothe them. She will stay at the lake closest to the manor house, she tells him, where she can quickly fly to safety if she detects an intrusion.

She does not tell him that she feels Koschei’s tether on her, stronger now than it ever has been. Since Master Archeron bargained her way from the lake, there has always been this invisible binding on her neck and shoulders, a spell even Helion, famous for such things, could not detect, though Vassa chose not to tell him of her fetter when he sought to free her. She wanted to test his mettle. And at the time she was practically drunk on the newness of her almost-freedom that the very mention of her invisible chains seemed its own abomination.

In the past week, it feels as if Koschei has applied both fists to the chain that connects him to Vassa and pulled with all his might. She wakes from sleeping on the easternmost corner of the bed, fingertips grazing the floor. Her shoulders pinch from the strain of holding herself in one place. At times she finds breathing to be difficult, as she is being pressed by boulders.

She is certain that Koschei is done biding his time. He will soon come to claim her.

For all his reassurances to the contrary, she knows that Rhysand has no plan to save her. Oh, his court has gleaned certain insights and may think they have the upper hand against the death-lord, but while Koschei is still alive in this world, Vassa knows he will return for her. She doesn't know why he is so determined to claim her, can only guess at why she is essential.

Alone and without speech, she is free to follow these thoughts where they lead, caught between mourning and contemplation and the wariness alive in each beast.

Which is why she spots Elain’s hair glinting in the dappled forest light before the girl is near enough for her slippered steps can break a twig.

Vassa studies the girl as she draws closer to the lake. Elain’s eyes become more dazzled, shaded by her hand, so that Vassa is certain that the girl left her gardens and came searching for the firebird.

If Elain Archeron is lovely to Vassa’s human eyes, the girl the firebird sees is stunning, her hair a shining riot of color, her eyes deep and glinting, all of her glowing and alive with the subtle movements of her body as she makes her way through the trees. Her gown, perhaps a drab fabric to other eyes, is all the colors of the spring flowers, the hopeful entreaty that winter end its grip. There is a sadness to this girl, but now especially Vassa wants to shake her, frustrated with the idea that such a beauty could find anything lacking in this world.

Of course, Vassa was known as a beauty to her people, a beloved queen. She knows these gifts are no assurance and yet Elain still bothers her, a vision of discontentment and wasted gifts. She knows she should feel pity towards her, but she does not. If Lucien is her mate, then she is unbound. She could be anything at all.

When Elain approaches the lake, Vassa glides toward her, head unbowed, her magic eyes unflinching, until the girl blinks and looks away, focused on the waters that sparkle with Vassa’s fire.

“Things have been awkward between us,” Elain says. “I saw Lucien at breakfast and I thought it might be my chance to speak with you. I thought, maybe you do not know how it is for the High Fae, when they find mates.”

Vassa cants her head to the side, although she wants to scoff. Let the girl continue in her folly.

“I confess that I’m newly acquainted with all of this myself. And I’ve never felt -- my point is, I admire you and I wish that we could be better companions.”

She is looking down the length and breadth of Vassa’s body, and then Elain pulls out her skirts, settles herself on the rock where Lucien sits. In her hands, there is a book.

“I know you cannot speak and so I will not try and settle things between us. I only want to say that I wonder if you understand how it feels to be wanted by someone whose attention or admiration you have never desired. Someone who was forced upon you by fate. And that someone might be wonderful, but the forcing itself makes him more than a little repulsive.”

Elain looks up from the water, as if she’s worried that Vassa will fly at her in a blaze of fury. But Vassa learned early that there is value in letting a person tell their entire story without interruption, and frankly she is curious to learn what caused Elain to make herself into a little doll, beautiful but hardly useful.

“I was about to be married when I was captured by Hybern. My betrothed, I think you know him, he has little regard for faeries. He did not want me when he saw how I had changed. And then Lucien was there, always there, watching me with longing eyes, and I felt as if I had to perform for him, all the happiness and wanting I’d felt for Greyson so naturally. But there was another person, another male, who helped me to heal. He was kind and quiet with me, and I never thought about what I had to be to him, what I had to be for him, until it was too late. Because we couldn’t… and then he fell in love with someone else. And they discovered shortly after that they were mates. Do you know, I think that this whole idea of mates is awful. To have that looming over you. I thought I loved Greyson because I loved him. Even if we were fated to fall in love, I thought that I’d met all of the people I’d met in my life and I’d chosen him. And with this other male, it was always forbidden. Lucien had claimed me as his mate. It was a matter of political significance. But I thought, even if I find him a little repulsive, at some point in the many centuries in which I’m now to live, maybe I would feel as if fate had given me a gift. Maybe I would look at him longingly, the way he looked at me. Instead he found someone he liked better. And you seem wonderful, but to look at you that night, to smell his scent on you, the scent of this faerie who had been chosen for me irrevocably, was as if there was suddenly no reason for me to be in this world.”

Elain lets out a long breath and Vassa circles the lake, averting her eyes for a few moments to give the girl her privacy. The small muscles of her face will reveal too much.

When Vassa comes back to Elain’s rock, those brown eyes sparkle with tears, bright as topaz, and she understands how Lucien could have loved her at first sight. She looks like a princess in need of rescue, the ordeal and the reward completely intertwined.

“I know that I have hurt you,” Elain says, when Vassa is settled before her, “and I am sorry for that. I have been awkward and I should have apologized sooner. I hope that we can be friends. Or at least that you can tell me, I don’t have the word exactly, but how it is to be you.”

The word Elain looks for is grown or queenly or powerful, and Vassa longs for a miracle of speech so that she could suggest each, impart a lesson. Though she would start by telling Elain the truth, the secret she now begins to regret knowing, that she has been free all along. Instead, making sure she’s far enough to avoid singing Elain’s skirts, she lays her head upon the rock where the girl is seated, splays her wings. She lays down her power for just a moment.

When Vassa returns to her turns about the lake, to her contemplation of the forest, Elain begins to read her book. Vassa would have expected a trifling novel, a melodrama full of powerful men and swooning women, but Elain has found a book that tells the history and myths of Prythian, and her voice does not stumble as she reads.

One day, decades from now, when she’s a wrinkled crone and Elain’s eyes are still exactly this wide, Vassa will tell her that she’s read this book before.

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That night, at dinner, the silence is as thick as usual, so that when Vassa, seated at the foot of the long table, turns to Elain, on her left, she feels as if she’s moving underwater, the very air resisting her gestures.

“I wonder if you’d walk in the garden with me after dessert,” she says, raising her glass of wine to her lips. “I’ve been told you’ve been hard at work.”

Vassa feels Tamlin and Lucien staring at her, tense, and for a second, Elain’s mouth is a perfect pink circle, but it’s quickly replaced by a smile.

“I’d love to show you around, your majesty. The jasmine should be lovely at night.”

“You’ve imported some Night Court favorites, then?” Every person from that land carries a hint of jasmine in their scent, so that Vassa sometimes wonders if it’s naturally occurring in their water.

“I think it is important for a garden to be as beautiful as possible at all times. In each season, there should be blooms. My time in the Night Court has shown me that there can be flowers at every hour. The climate here is perfectly suited.” Suddenly the girl has vanished. Elain sounds like the people who have surrounded Vassa all her life: queens.

Vassa asks a few more questions about what it’s like to garden in a land that’s perpetually spring, and the color rises in Elain’s cheeks as she answers, praising the quality of the soil and the talent of the Spring Court gardeners, so that Tamlin eventually joins the conversation. When he compliments the new arrangements Elain has made in her garden, her face flushes, and for a second Vassa wonders -- but she pushes the thought aside, tries not to think about Lucien’s lingering silence, the wariness in his posture. One thing at a time. Her mission tonight is a diplomatic one, and since she was a little girl, Vassa has very rarely failed.

When she walks into the garden with Elain, the air is sweet with lilac and jasmine, and Vassa can’t help but smile. The girl may be wasting many of her gifts, but she is a talented gardener.

“That was a pretty speech you gave this morning,” she says, and Elain’s breath catches. “Though you were foolish to trust me with so much information.”

“I’m sure Lucien has told you most of it already.”

This is the first moment when Vassa could tell Elain the truth and it rises up in her, a bubble of fire in her chest. She forces it down by imagining Lucien’s face, his fingers working at the buttons of his shirt, the way he is in the evenings when he can finally release the cares of the day. She will not be the one to take that from him.

“Your gardens are beautiful. I would never have thought there was such a tempest inside you,” she says instead, another version of the truth.

“I have a habit of hiding in the garden and working until all my rogue emotions are beaten out of me.”

“Until you are perfectly ladylike?”

“My tutors often said I was most lovable after I’d had the sun on my face. And later -- but that is an unpleasant story, your majesty.”

“Often the most entertaining kind. Why do you not call me Vassa?”

“I never thought a queen would be asking me for gossip.”

“Your father was known even in my country. Your sister is High Lady of the Night Court. You are not such a bumpkin as you pretend.”

“I was told that a lady should be demure.”

“Do you think you will be happy playing in your gardens for all eternity?”

Elain turns to her, skin glowing blue-white in the moonlight, the exact color at the center of a flame, and her face is stricken. Vassa draws in a deep and silent breath through her nose. She needed to ask the question, she tells herself. For all that Elain could possibly be.

“I think that there is more to life than war and politics. You all play at death all day long and consider your time spent well.”

“Is this what you imagine your sister does in her court?”

Elain turns toward a cherry tree, pulls a drooping branch toward her, fat with blossoms, and the air fills with their perfume, blocking Vassa from getting closer in the guise of admiring her own handiwork.

“My sisters are warriors. This has never been my talent. I watched the legions on the battlefield and I could pick out the details of each face, and I thought, each of these people has a family waiting for them. I could not be the one to ensure they never returned.”

“You killed the king of Hybern.”

Elain’s eyes skitter once more towards the flowers. Vassa places her own hand on the branch, pressing it away, so that she’s standing close to the girl, can tell she’s about to lie.

“Nesta killed the king of Hybern. I only -- I had the knife in my hands.”

“You think your sisters wanted to go into battle?”

“Will you tell me whatever it is you want to tell me?”

Vassa has to bite back a smile. It’s like hearing a kitten issue a rebuke.

“You have such mandates in you about what you must be as a lady, but it seems they only apply to you. Do you believe you were born only to be ornamental? I hear you speak about these gardens, and you assume the voice of a ruler. There are tales that you were blessed by the Cauldron with gifts. And yet I think you are afraid.”

“You’re angry at me for this?”

“I have lost my kingdom and I am imprisoned inside the firebird all day. I cannot save my people from the wrath of weak and terrible rulers.” Vassa lets go of the branch in her hand, so that it thwacks upward and showers them in petals. “I think you could be anything at all, and you’ve decided to become nothing.”

Elain works her fingers in a tight knot, looks at her delicate rings instead of Vassa, the long and graceful digits. Even the hands of the High Fae are too beautiful to be human. She’s mostly grown to accept this, but sometimes Vassa finds herself a little jealous.

“I was supposed to marry somebody,” Elain says, finally, and the words are raw, as if they were dredged up from the very marrow of her. “Nobody ever thought I’d be anybody, all on my own.”

“I can show you, if you’d like.”

Even before Elain’s head nods at the top of her lovely neck, Vassa’s begun planning her lessons.

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After that night, they fall into an easier pattern: once dinner has ended, Vassa teaches Elain about court life and diplomacy, all the ways a human woman can be a queen and how they might apply to the faerie courts. Elain listens attentively, and asks questions that show Vassa that she’s reading the histories in Tamlin’s library. Her voice takes on a certain gravity, and in Vassa’s presence, she rarely blushes. In exchange, Vassa talks about her people, her dreams for Scythia. She knows that men suppose that women’s deepest secrets involve their emotions toward men, but her own secrets have been her wishes for her country, what she might achieve with and for them. She tells Elain a few of these secrets, the lesser ones which wouldn’t cause particular harm in the telling, and when Tamlin and Lucien do not bring them up, when the servants do not comment, Vassa decides that she’s found a worthy confidante.

After her lesson with Elain has ended, Vassa spends the rest of the night with Lucien. As he promised, he still goes out to the lakes with her in the mornings, even sometimes taking her to far-off but beautiful vistas that require hours of walking through the darkness, his fingers always twitching for his sword. But now that she’s survived without his constant supervision, he returns to Tamlin’s estate after a few hours, and at night he fills her in on the comings and goings: the Night Court visitors who laugh with Elain and ask him questions about Koschei and the human realms, the stilted conversations with Tamlin, the visits to the village which dispirit him more than anything. He tells her about how the Spring Court used to be, the way the people felt safe with their warrior High Lord, and though they did not love him, necessarily, they trusted him enough to die for him. She nestles herself against him, braiding his long hair until he realizes what she’s doing and chases her around the room, the two of them breathless with laughter, each throwing a bouquet of curses until his mouth is on hers and she doesn’t feel like saying anything else.

Sometimes, Vassa is startled to think that this is perhaps the happiest she’s ever been. Even the weight of Koschei’s claiming lightens.

Two weeks into this routine, Tamlin turns to Lucien at dinner and asks if he’d like to take a ride into the village. Vassa knows it’s not anatomically possible, but she swears she feels her heart twist at the light in Lucien’s eyes when he agrees.

“I think you made that happen,” Elain says later, when they’re walking through the gardens. Her eyes are bright and eager. “How?”

“I would claim the credit if I could, but I believe the credit goes to you. Your speech at the lake. Your wanting to make friends. You held a mirror up to Tamlin and his reflection looked extremely small.”

“I’m sure you’re exaggerating,” Elain says, but her cheeks have flushed. Vassa stops walking and places her hands on the girl’s shoulders.

“What do you want your legacy to be?” Vassa asks, the kind of question that has become habitual between them.

For a long moment, there is silence between them, only the rustling of leaves in the fragrant breeze, the whirling of Elain’s mind, which works faster than Vassa ever expected, faster than Elain has ever allowed anybody to see.

“A peace that is nurtured by beauty,” she breathes, the words hardly audible. “A world where nobody has to worry about war.”

“Then I think we are ready to begin,” Vassa says, turning toward the estate, the library inside. Tamlin’s collection is relatively meager, even compared to the human realms, but she knows he has some relevant volumes.

“Didn’t we begin weeks ago?” Elain’s skirts rustle has she tries to keep up.

“I’ve given you some very rudimentary tools. Now we start working on your legacy.”

There’s a pull at Vassa’s chest and shoulders right as she makes the statement, and when she looks over her shoulder, certain that Koschei has escaped his lake, has found her latest hiding spot, Elain is the one who reaches for her arm, pulling her to a different entrance.

“Tria said she’d have extra chocolate cake. Let’s celebrate our little victory first.” Her smile is a little sly, and Vassa can’t tell if she’d sensed the spell or was experiencing a moment of oblivious good luck. “You never told me if you had sisters or brothers.”

Vassa thinks of her cousin Leda, willful and gorgeous, heir to Scythia if Vassa herself cannot return. She rubs at her chest, where the enchantment weighs heaviest.

“I was my parents’ only child,” she says, finally, her voice high in her ears. A child’s voice, one she banished long ago.

“Well, your majesty, as it happens, I have two sisters, and we have a custom of celebration with sweets. Surely even a queen can spare a few hours for chocolate.”

Vassa intends to save a slice for Lucien, but within an hour, she and Elain have devoured all that remains of the cake and have started drinking wine, and before she knows it, Vassa is laughing uproariously at Elain’s theory that Tamlin was never hugged as a child.

When Lucien runs into the kitchen, eyes wide and worried, Elain offers him a glass and lingers while Vassa recounts their evening.

“I’ll leave the two of you to raid the larder,” she says, after a while, giving an exaggerated stretch that is obviously faked, aiming a smile at Vassa as she leaves the kitchens.

Vassa never wanted to leave Scythia or her people, but as she raises her glass to her lips, the faerie wine heady on her tongue, she thinks that maybe it would be all right if she was stuck in Prythian a bit longer.

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ok so now that the final episode of rvb0 is out for everyone, lets get into some discussion about it! please note that post isnt a topic of debate but rather just my personal thoughts about everything, so dont go arguing in the replies

(fair warning ahead of time for any fans, this is mostly criticism and negative feelings about it, so keep scrolling if you dont wanna read it)

When RVB0 was first announced, I remember everyone was first upset that the Reds and Blues weren't in it, including me. But now that I've watched the whole thing, I can say with confidence that my only issue with RVB0 isn't the lack of the Reds and Blues, but rather everything. the dialogue, some of the animation, the characters, the delivery, the pacing, the ridiculous amount of clichés, etc. I don't dislike RVB0 just because there's no Reds and Blues. I dislike it because I just found the entirety of it bad.

When I first started watching it, I went in with an open mind that maybe this season could actually be really good. I’d also be lying if I said that there wasn't a single scene that I liked. There were actually a few, but they still didn't make up for just the overall badness of the season. But please note that I don't blame the voice actors for any of this or even just Torrian Crawford for the season coming out a giant mess. Many people worked for this season and always had the opportunity to improve or change things but didn't. But anyways, let’s get into some of the criticisms I have for this season.

1. Smaller and more opinion oriented criticisms

This isn’t really criticism or anything important, but rather just a few things I found a bit weird to me personally.

First, the term “ragtag team of misfits” was used to describe Shatter Squad (and was even actually said out loud by One in the last episode, which sounded just so cliché and dumb in my opinion). I don't think this describes them at all?? Everyone has, at the very least, decent relationships with each other (save for One and East who were competitive with each other (which I also fucking hate in RVB that all the girl characters are always competitive with each other)), but that still doesn't really fit the term ragtag) and they all fight very well. I think ragtag fits the Reds and Blues more than it does Shatter Squad; they're bad at fighting, they argue and fight all the time, they're idiots, and that's why we love them. If they had just stuck with “a team of misfits”, that would've made more sense, but again, this is more of a personal opinion than genuine criticism.

Second, I don’t really like the aesthetics this season had. Everything felt a bit too neon and bright and then some stuff just felt like it came straight out of World of Warcraft or something. It didn’t really feel like RVB.

Third, my feelings about Carolina constantly calling Wash David can be summed up by what Michael said in the first episode of Halo 4 LASO: “Now we’re just gonna throw his name around all willy nilly. It used to be a secret.” When someone is called by their real name in RVB or just any story in general where everyone goes by code names, it’s usually a big deal and indicates something serious. Carolina wore out Wash’s name the first time she said it and it just got more and more irritating from then on out and lost its value.

Fourth, who was the blue and purple soldier in the first teaser we got? Was that One? Did they decide to change her armour colour? I don’t know, I just randomly remembered that and thought it was weird but I guess it must’ve just been a colour change.

Now, onto the more serious criticism.

2. Animation and dialogue

The second thing I wanna talk about is the animation. Don't get me wrong, the fighting animation is probably the best compared to everything else and it was pretty good to watch, but the talking and idle animations and gestures were..... kinda yikes. I know that it could be chalked up to “well we’re not used to seeing animated gestures since all of RVB usually has everyone just holding their gun and using the regular Halo models” but there were still some pretty bad parts.

Take the scene from Encounter at 3:26 as an example (I uploaded the scene to YT to put here, but obviously it was blocked for copyright):

This scene is probably one of the worst when it comes to not only the animations, but the dialogue, pacing, and delivery. When I first saw this, I honestly laughed. Here's a list of my problems with this scene and what made it so laughable:

The overexaggerated hand gestures. I get that because everyone's in armour and a helmet, it can be hard to show expression, but this feels like a bit much. Especially when One says “what? You’re pulling us off the mission? You cant do that!” I think that one scene in season 15 when Grif stays behind on Iris while everyone leaves and it slowly zooms in on Simmons’ visor somehow does a lot better at expressing feelings than this.

East immediately making the connection between Axel and Zero feels weird. I don't know if its just me who feels this way, but I think it should've been a little bit longer before she immediately is just like “you know Zero don't you”

Axel saying “I... I do... I did”  also sounds weird and like he was trying a bit too hard to sound dramatic. I don't really know how to describe it its just such a weird delivery of the line.

The way they all immediately start yelling at each other.

One saying “Axe, I trusted you” right after saying “tell us the truth”. Girl, you gave him no opportunity to explain and just immediately jumped to not trusting him anymore. Speaking of which, I don't think this was ever really mentioned again and had no meaning or importance to it.

The echoing of “I trusted you” also feels cliché to me, but this is more of a minor thing.

I think this one comment on one of the episodes on the RT site that says the dialogue “seemed acted rather than natural. It didn't really sound like how people normally talk, more how actors talk in plays” is how I feel about all of the dialogue in RVB0.

3. The villains

Zero and Diesel both felt like they didn't really have any motivation at all for being villains. Phase is probably the best when it comes to this. She was essentially abused by her father as a child and forced to undergo being experimented on. This is an actual good and understandable motivation.

Diesel we know basically nothing about, and then on the other hand, all Zero wants is power. But for what? Why? I can understand that power is a pretty common thing for people to want, but it still kind of felt like there wasn't really anything there.

Some previous good villains in RVB include:

Temple: Temple witnessed his best friend be brutally murdered right in front of him by 2 soldiers who didn't give a shit and just left him to die, especially right after he told him he was having a baby. Of course it’s understandable that he has a hatred of Freelancers after this. Any normal person would.

Felix: Felix was probably the best villain of all of RVB, to be honest (right beside the Director). He was just somehow so likeable and had so much personality, despite being an asshole. His ultimate motivation was money and being rich, which is another thing I can understand; the more money you have, the more you can essentially do whatever you want and live in luxury. I mean, even so many people in real life do horrible things just for money. I don't even have to give examples for this. Felix in general is also just a psychopath.

The Director: The whole reason the Director did what he did was because he lost the person he loved most in the world: his wife. He was willing to do literally anything to bring her back, leading to all of his actions in the Project Freelancer saga. You can find many examples of movie/TV/book/etc characters/villains seeking vengeance as a result of loss of a loved one and grief. Despite being a horrible person, the Director actually managed to be a villain you could even sympathize with, making him even better.

Sharkface: Although a bit of a more minor villain, similar to Temple, Sharkface is a villain because he wants revenge on the people that killed his team, the people he considered to be the only family he’s ever had.

4. Tucker & the swords

The fourth thing I wanna talk about is the whole thing with Tucker and the swords. I always found it kinda weird how both Tuckers sword and now Locus’ sword in the chorus trilogy were the same, but then in RVB0, Zero’s sword looks and acts completely different, but that might just be a little nitpick of mine.

As for Tucker, it was so good to see him. Although I don’t know if it was just me, but he seemed a little OOC. What I didn't like about seeing Tucker again was that he did literally nothing the entire episode. He was useless. He said “I can fight” at one point but then all he does during the battle is get held at knife point, run away, and then get stabbed and have his sword taken. Tucker isn't an amazing fighter, but he’s definitely a lot more capable than just this. We’ve seen him in action many times and I just feel like he could've done a bit more. It almost feels like he was purposefully nerfed and tossed aside just to advance the plot.

Another thing that I and probably a lot of people are upset about is the fact that Tucker might not even own his sword anymore?? When East stabbed him, he apparently died and the sword was rebound to Phase, but it wasn't very clear that this was the case. Although the beginning of the next episode starts with hospital beeps and a flatline, I don't think it was still really clear enough that Tucker actually died long enough for Phase to reclaim the sword because I saw a handful of people confused in the comments and, like me, even thought it was just bad writing at first and that the writers completely forgot about the rules of the sword established over several prior seasons.

When in the hospital, Wash tells Tucker that he almost died. Although I actually liked this scene because it was nice to see wash and tucker bantering again, I think it could've been made better and made the plot clearer if instead of saying he almost died, Wash said something along the lines of “Tucker, you died. Your heart stopped, but they were able to bring you back thanks to their advanced medical tech” and then in response Tucker freaks out because that means his sword will now work for Phase and now they know how urgent the situation is.

I really really hate that Phase just has Tucker’s sword now and nothing is even said about it. If Tucker was to give his sword away to someone, I think many people would prefer that it was at least someone close to him, like Junior for example, but instead it goes to a random girl he hardly knows.

5. Pacing

The fifth thing I wanna talk about is the pacing. This season was definitely a lot shorter than normal and I think that’s one of the things that really prevented it from being good. The entire story just feels rushed and while I understand that it can be really difficult to build a good story and characters in such a short time, I think there’s still ways you can do it without it feeling like there’s so much missing. I think the long intros and outros are also responsible for less time and maybe they should’ve considered cutting them to give more actual episode time. Here’s a few things that were poorly done as a result of bad pacing:

The final battle against Zero: The whole battle just somehow felt like a typical video game boss battle that ends super quickly to me. Shatter Squad didn’t even defeat Zero, he just up and got disintegrated or whatever from Black Lotus.

Shatter Squad giving up on their mission: After receiving the silly deep voice filtered message from Zero, everyone on Shatter Squad just immediately gives up on finding him.

One’s speech: One’s speech wasn’t awful or anything and I didn’t really have any problems with the speech itself, but rather just how quickly the team went from “we can’t do it.. it’s over..” to “you’re right! I’m in! Let’s go get them!” Compare this to Doc and Sarge’s speech to the Reds and Blues after Church and Carolina leave in season 10 episode 20. It just felt a lot more genuine (this is probably because the Reds and Blues had a lot more time to be developed, though) and was only given after some time passed rather than 2 seconds later. The scene and context also transitioned well into it and at first, nobody was on board with what Doc was saying, which is more realistic in my opinion. People’s minds won’t just instantly change, they’re still gonna think about it and maybe have a few doubts at first.

Phase and West: During their fight, West talked a lot about how he regrets giving Phase away to Starlight, that he won’t hurt her, and is even willing to die for her. Their scene together ends with Phase punching him in the head and then leaving to join the others and nothing else about them is mentioned. We don’t know if Phase forgave him or not, we don’t know how West feels, etc.

Tucker’s sword: Phase still has Tucker’s sword and like the scenario with West, nothing about it is mentioned. We don’t know what she’s going to do with it, if she’s going to keep it, if Tucker’s gonna do anything about it, etc.

6. Clichés

Clichés aren’t inherently bad and can be really impactful and good if done right. But when it comes to RVB0, it’s jampacked with clichés that aren’t good. Here are a few examples:

Everyone gives up until a speech is given: All of the points for this are the same as above, but I wanted to include this scene as a cliché as well.

Every female character is competitive with each other: RVB falls into this a lot, like I mentioned earlier. It happens again with East and One, although luckily they seem to resolve it, but not until literally the end of the season.

West’s fit about East: All of the lines and delivery in this scene were just atrocious and cheesy. I think West’s dialogue just could’ve been a bit more original, but instead we’re given this boring predictable “I won’t lay a hand on her. I promised her. I promised her mother. I promised she’d be safe” spiel that has no emotion to it in his voice.

The whole “I got this, you go ahead” thing: This isn’t like a super cliché thing, but I found it pretty interesting how it happens twice in the same episode.

I think this is pretty much all I can think of at the moment. If I think of anything else, I’ll add onto this. Overall, I think RVB0 would’ve done a lot better as just an RVB spinoff so that it could have more episodes and seasons dedicated to developing characters and a good plot. I’m really disappointed with this season and I hope whatever comes next is better than what RVB0 was. I hope the team that worked on it can learn a few things that come from the good and valid constructive criticism given to them. And if I had to pick, I think I’d say Raymond was my favourite out of all the new characters. He just felt the most relatable and realistic to me.

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𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎'𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔, 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎'𝓇𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒶𝒻𝓇𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝑒. 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒.

『 jamie lee curtis. sixty-one. cis woman. she/her. 』 oh heavens, is that JUDITH MILLER from FAIR LANE i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -CYNICAL & -SELFISH. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool “RETIRED” ACTRESS ��and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +MAGNETIC & +WITTY. i hope i see them around again! 『 may. 21. est. she/her. 』

hello my pals ! after a very long day, i am finally here with an intro for a sexy lowkey demon !

BACKGROUND:

triggers: emotional abuse, brief mention of war, brief mention of considered abortion, substance abuse, brief implication of child neglect, brief mentions of death (but like.... from old age)

So… I’m currently too tired to do the ‘whole chart,’ but… a Sagittarius. Know this.

Now, to understand our dear Judith, you must first understand her parents. Her mother was a wealthy young woman, progressive in her views on social issues… for the time. Nonetheless, she was expected to hold up the standards of the time. Her father was the younger brother of a man deemed ‘a great soldier’ who died fighting in WWII. Followed by the memory of him and his own parents’ obsession with the man, he placed pressure on himself to live up to that standard. Shame there was no war………………….

They met at Judith’s mother’s debutante ball and hit it off. It was, what they perceived to be, a match made in heaven. But that’s always easy to say – it’s harder to prove when a good night culminates in an unexpected pregnancy. To avoid any public scandal on her part, Judith’s mother and father married before she began showing and moved to Mapleview where she would become an excellent mother and he would live up to his brother’s standards by… he was still figuring it out… maybe making the next great scientific advancement? or writing the next great American novel?

Sadly, in spite of her lifetime’s worth of training, Judith’s mother… proved to lack natural maternal instinct. Perhaps it was passed down from her own mother, transgenerational trauma beginning long, long, long ago. Judith’s father was so consumed with his grand ideas that he hadn’t the time to help! Between becoming the next Walt Whitman one day and the next Albert Einstein the next, all while working for his father-in-law, he just didn’t have any time at all!

Their marriage grew strained and, as Judith grew, they made it even clearer that she was the cause. If she, herself, didn’t do something spectacular with her life, then it was all for nothing!

Her father wasn’t forced into the Vietnam War as a part of the drafting lottery. No, as it grew bigger, as the army grew more desperate, as she began slowly maturing, as his marriage continued falling apart, he voluntarily entered in 1965, when Judith was seven. Before drafting even began!

Before he entered the war, Judith was the victim of plenty of degrading remarks and the occasional Unusually Odd Punishment (think bojack horseman w like beatrice seeing ~7y/o bojack take a cigarette and forcing him to smoke all of it bc he couldn’t waste a perfectly good cigarette!). However, the remarks grew more biting after he left for “the war effort.” The two moved back to California, her mother’s birthplace, to be closer to her mother’s father – an even better source of income when his sympathies were being played on.

...but it was suddenly back-to-work, no-sympathies-for-you when the war ended and Judith’s father was still alive… and, furthermore, when the war was lost. 

With her parents’ marriage worse off than ever, Judith’s unconscious attempts to please them and live up to their expectations began sooner than they would have had the war been won. Or had her father been shot. 

Probably.

Commercials began at seventeen, but they weren’t impressive. Minor roles began at eighteen, but they weren’t impressive. It wasn’t until she was picked up by an actual agent at twenty that she began actually shining, so to speak. 

Which is actually a great accidental pun on my part, as her first big role was, much like JLC’s, in one of the first slasher movies ever made. Hoorah! But it still wasn’t impressive. It wasn’t big or prestigious, Katharine Hepburn wouldn’t have taken the role. 

But what was even less impressive? 

The pregnancy that followed shortly thereafter. 

Her first thought was to find a doctor who ‘specialized’ in such ‘inconveniences.’ Between the knowledge that a lack of maternal instinct ran in her blood, all women in her lineage getting mistreated to the point that they were simply unfit, as well as the knowledge that she would have to immediately quit the career that had just begun if she wanted to raise the child… 

But the father wound up being a hurdle. He was meant to be a one-night-stand, but he started showing up… again… and again… and again… until she relented and confessed to him that she was pregnant with his child (so she assumed, at least). He was insistent that she keep it… so the compromise became she wouldn’t abort it, but she would immediately hand it off to the man to raise on his own.

Daniel, named by his father, was born. Judith kept in occasional contact, but ultimately tried to leave that chapter behind her.

After that small bump in the road, her agent began lining up more career offers for her. They ranged from OK-I-guess to Not-Katharine-Hepburn-But-Close-Enough. So she clearly went for the latter ones!

Now, for someone who tried to stay clear-headed enough… it became pretty hard as she grew more popular, was invited to more parties, and… given the decade, was surrounded by cocaine! Thus began some more god-awful decisions, a list so long even Leo Tolstoy would put it down before he could finish reading it.

A few years through her increasingly successful career and she found out that she’s gotten pregnant yet again, this time being the result of a one-night-stand had during a borderline bender. For a few days, she obviously considered abortion again. But… how good would it be for her image if she cleaned up and had the baby… and, who knows! maybe she would break the chain of terrible mothers! if she was willing to sacrifice hedonism, then she was clearly doing something right! and… she also felt some remorse for barely keeping in contact with Daniel… so hoorah! replacement!

Turns out she also didn’t have that mothering instinct :\

But it was not, at all, for lack of trying. She never intentionally mistreated her child, Mia (named for Mia Farrow) – she had family days with her and hung out with her and… tried to figure out how to bond with her. She was never cruel like her mother or her mother’s mother or mother’s mother’s mother, so on and so forth and what have you, but… she was Innocently Insensitive. Still caught up in The Scene, there were some nights that were… very loud when she forgot Mia was trying to sleep and invited a bunch of people over. 

Some hedonistic tendencies returned and she found herself allowing a nanny to care for the child more and more often. Never malicious, never cruel, even asked Danny Devito to be Mia’s godfather… but still wound up being a really bad mom.

When Mia moved out, she was beginning to realize she was too old to continue going down the road she was on – to continue making the same mistakes over and over. One child was college-aged, the other was… somewhat older, although she’d lost track of the years. Yeah, she sent birthday cards and made calls every year, but time had just begun blurring together…

As a side-note, this was also around the time she was encouraged to write a memoir. She wound up having to get a memoirist which is a wc!!

The “best thing possible” happened when her mother died a year ago. Her father had already passed, but that was in Fresno – a quick trip. Her mother died in Mapleview, where her roots were laid. Also pls picture her eulogy for her mother like the eulogy in “Free Churro.” Anyway...

So what did Judith do?

Up and disappeared! 

It would’ve been a really excellent publicity stunt… if she’d ever returned. 

She likes to pretend she’ll never return to Los Angeles. The mountain air is so clean and crisp, life is so much simpler, people are so much less… corrupt.

Alas… somewhere in the back of her mind, has many plans to return to her old life. But she needs to make amends first, right?

TL;DR:

(tread lightly if any triggers under ‘backstory’ are triggers for you!)

born in mapleview. parents were awful but also it was a case of transgenerational trauma so there are nuances there. father “abandoned” her and her mom to go fight in the vietnam war bc he wasn’t able to fight in wwii like his brother. came back and joined them in fresno and judith’s mom was like “well u guys lost.... cant say it was unexpected with someone like u fighting :\” judith was like “well i’ve learned i’m what ruined their marriage even tho i’m also the reason they got married so guess i’ll go make something of myself bc i want them to be proud.” eventually got cast in a halloween-esque movie, because of course. got pregnant, yeet’d it to the father, “it” being daniel. became a class-a hedonist. got pregnant again, but got clean and kept her, named her “mia”. was a pretty good mom for a while, then forgot that kids weren’t “used” to the 1980s/90s equivalent of modern-day raves. mia left for college. judith was like “wait,,, im too old 2 keep living this life omg.” mom died a year ago. was like “oh wow perfect excuse to come back to mapleview and pretend i never lived in los angeles ever in my entire life goodbye all ties and connections!!!”

PERSONALITY/MISC.:

spent the majority of her life trying to live up to the expectations set by her mom when she basically said “you better be something great to make up for being alive” + trying to unconsciously make up for ‘ruining’ her parents’ marriage.

ngl family took inspiration from the sugarman-horseman family in bojack horseman bc i just finished rewatching it and :\ i miss it :\ which, in turn, means there’s a tiny bit of muse inspo from the eponymous, but,,,,,,,, like she may not be a good person,,,,,,, but if u’ve so much as seen up to s2e11,,,,, she aint THAT bad.

further basis was fictional director kelsey jannings (of such fame as “women who love women who love recycling”) when she said that celebrities tend to stagnate at the age they got famous. and judith got famous when she was 20.

I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO MAKE IT EXCESSIVELY CLEAR THAT SHE NEVER HAD MALICIOUS INTENTS TOWARDS HER CHILDREN. she just knew she wasn’t ready to be a mother with daniel - it was terrible timing and she genuinely worried about how she would be as a mother ( considering how poor maternal instincts were... basically passed down through generations ) - and she didn’t know how to connect with mia, especially as an addict in the hollywood machine that was literally filled with drugs, thus proving her hypothesis that she would be a poor mother correct. like... I JUST NEED TO MAKE IT CLEAR THAT THERE WAS NO ABUSE INVOLVED. SHE AT LEAST DID BETTER THAN HER MOTHER WITH THAT ASPECT.

but, as marina once said, “[she’s] now becoming [her] own self-fulfilled prophecy. oh, oh no! oh no! oh no!”

saddie disguised as a baddie.

also spent the majority of her life as an absolute hedonist. remains one, but is currently clean and trying to remain that way... maybe...

wants to be good so very bad, but doesn’t know how to be.

in spite of said hedonistic and escapist tendencies, she does have a very strong work-ethic. you know. thanks to both her parents + her capricorn moon.

no way to avoid saying she’s selfish, though. no way to.

CONNECTION IDEAS:

** all are open to any gender

her other child (a wc on the main!)

her memoirist (a wc on the main!)

her childhood friend from when she was still living in mapleview (a wc on the main!)

some fans! idk!

arm candy. pls. she’s bi so. they can be a himbo or a herbo or a thembo. 

you see she’s decently older than all of the characters so i feel like most of this will rely on brainstorming and/or chemistry in threads

FEEL FREE TO EITHER LIKE THIS OR HMU 2 PLOT!!

#mapleviewintro #judith . #judith | intro . #this got so long ahsdlkfjasn #also. for all u aesthetic fans. i apologize for the capital letters i copied and pasted it all directly from google drive and. #did not feel like going back and correcting all of it afhskjdlajs #also!! there's a tl;dr at the bottom j bc. i accidentally wrote the next great american novel.

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Bloodstained Hands, Ch 2:

Kakashi shot awake in a panic, gasping for breath and covered in a cold sweat. His hands were trembling, and, for a long moment, he was disoriented. This wasn’t his room, or his apartment. Where were his pictures of his team? Or Mr. Ukki? Even his body felt wrong. But then, suddenly, Kakashi remembered where he was. When he was.

“Kakashi!”

His eyes widened at the sound of the sweet, sing-song way his name was called. No… It couldn’t be. Throwing himself from the bed, he rushed to the front door, ignoring the way his skull flared painfully and how he stumbled. Panting, he slowed as the front door came into sight.

“Kakashi, I know you’re in there. You didn’t show up for training today. Minato-sensei said you weren’t feeling well, so I thought I should bring over something for you to eat…”

“Why do you even bother?” Came a loud, familiarly obnoxious voice. Dread rose in Kakashi’s chest, threatening to consume him. “You know he’s not even going to answer the door.”

Unbeknownst to his teammates, the Hatake was only a few feet from the door. He could sense their chakra, weaker than he last remembered it, but still there, strong and steady. The wound in his heart begged him to open the door, to wrap them both in his too-small arms and beg for their forgiveness. Yet, he couldn’t find the strength in him to move, paralyzed by fear. The darkness within him too easily reminded him that he was the reason for both of their deaths. If anything, he should push them away. He should push them far, far away, and then maybe then they would be safe from the destruction that he caused everywhere he went.

Obito and Rin were freshly fallen snow, and Kakashi was soaked in their blood, trying to keep it from dripping from his fingers with every breath.

“See?” Obito broke through his thoughts. “I told you he wasn’t going to answer.”

“Hush!” Rin scolded. Kakashi silently approached the door, using every ounce of restraint that he had finely honed during his decades as a shinobi. “Kakashi, please, talk to us.”

His voice came through low and hoarse, like a hiss. “Go away.”

Unfortunately, his acknowledgement of their presence only encouraged Rin. “Kakashi!” She exclaimed. The happiness in her voice tore at his soul like savage claws, and everytime she said his name his resolve crumbled a little more. “I brought some miso soup, since I know it’s your favorite… It has eggplant, too! I-”

“Go away. I don’t want to see you.”

“Oh. Alright…” Rin trailed off, and Kakashi could hear the dejection in her voice. Of course, if Rin was upset, Obito felt the need to jump to her defense.

“Why do you have to say that, Bakakashi?” Obito shouted. “You’re always so mean, and Rin was just trying to do something nice for you-!”

ooooh this is a cool section !! i’ll do my best to give a Good DVD Comment on it but i wrote it... at least a year ago so LMAO

the chapter begins with a nightmare and that nightmare ends with rin saying kakashi’s name when she was killed - and i liked the transition of her, in real life, saying it to him to wake him up. and kakashi’s freshly time traveled, so he’s disorientated and confused af. 

meanwhile, obito and rin are... concerned out of their minds. kakashi? sick? missing training? he must be dying. so of course they’re going to go check on him. but kakashi hasn’t actually seen them yet. it’s his first interaction with his formerly dead teammates (save for minato).

and he’s just confused, especially awoken from a nightmare like that, and his most significant memories of them are of their deaths, and he’s just not ready. not ready to accept this is his reality now, not ready to lock eyes with two people he failed so spectacularly and pretend like everything was normal, like he was his bratty 12 year old self who didn’t care when actually he cares so so much.

this is also the first time we see a theme prevalent throughout the first half of the story-- what does kakashi do different? does he hold them closer or push them father away? savor their presence or protect himself from another possible failure-- their possible deaths, again?

he just doesn’t know right then, so he pushes them away. he doesn’t have a solid plan of action and that scares him. he doesn’t know what he’s going to do and he can’t show them all this emotion that he has-- emotion that he’s not even used to dealing with himself --because if they see that emotion then they’re going to know something’s wrong and then they’re going to press him. press him for information he doesn’t have and isn’t ready to give. he just... doesn’t have any answers. and with kakashi the way he is, a strategic genius since he was a toddler, i imagine not knowing what to do is frightening. he’s always been quick on his feet, with a witty retort or a plan of action and here he’s got nothing. nada. the obvious tactical solution is to retreat until he does have a plan.

so he pushes them away. or tries to. rin is wholeheartedly concerned for him and wants to express that in a way kakashi would appreciate -- something practical, like a meal -- and she’s undeterred by his expected backlash. her concern for her teammate far extends the severity of his words, which she’s used to by now, and his barbs aren’t so much as barbs to her. she recognizes it for what it is: a defense mechanism. she also knows that he just can’t keep closing himself up but that’s pitted against her politeness and fear of upsetting him, which is why she gives up relatively quickly after kakashi insists that they leave.

obito, on the other hand, is vulnerable. he’s concerned for kakashi for once, not seeing him right now as a rival but a teammate in need-- because when, ever, has the prodigy kakashi seemed so human? --and when kakashi uses that vulnerability to push him away, obito gets understandably angry. he’s defensive of himself for being vulnerable, which was obviously a mistake since kakashi didn’t take the olive branch, and it presents as defensiveness of rin, even though she can well enough handle herself. why rin, though? well, we could just put gender roles into place and say something outdated like “he was protecting her” from someone she.. didn’t need protecting from. but in reality, he gets defensive over rin because he can’t get defensive over himself. saying that he didn’t like kakashi’s response is the same as admitting weakness, and 12 year old kakashi caught scent of weaknesses and exploited them like a bloodhound on a trail. and obito wants nothing more than kakashi’s respect, to see him as an equal. so if he shows that he’s concerned, that he’s hurt, kakashi would just see him as a crybaby plus some. since he wants to avoid that, shifting his protectiveness onto rin is the next best option.

ultimately it just presents a team dynamic that i thought was... fitting. obito and kakashi still clashing, right off the bat, as if nothing had changed although everything had changed. putting a bigger strain on their first true meeting. it’s all kakashi trying to juggle time traveling and his not-dead dead teammates and all this unusual physical pain he has in his left eye, while at the same time obito trying to handle kakashi and rin trying to handle the both of them.

i could honestly ramble about this a whole lot more -- i’ve already written a fuckn more in depth analysis of my own damn writing than i was expecting (why cant i do this on my college essays) -- but i think that about sums it up. can you tell i like introspection a whole lot? :)

[ddalphi]

1.0 || Business Deals

Rating: Mature

Genre: Action/Angst

Paring: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Description: Why would you care that you have three young, fine, and mafia related men wrapped around your finger? It just matters on the choices you make along the way and who you turn into. But its also not like you have family to turn to, the only person you had is the reason you're in this mess.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Alcohol Abuse, Mafia themes, Mentions of Abuse, Mature Themes (that's all for this chapter)

Hey guys, so to be honest I am not really proud of this chapter. I already am writing the second chapter and I feel better about it so hopefully the story and writing will get better as it goes, but please be easy on me >~<

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It's not like you intended to hear your father's phone call, he was yelling his business through the whole house.. so that made it basically impossible to ignore his words in the first place.. It was your fault now, though. You we're watching a show in the living room, comfortable under the blanket that kept you warm when you heard your dad's pleas. It started off with simple a simple 'please' but then came in him saying he'd 'do anything' and things like that, so of course it perked your interest.

So you decided to stand up from the couch. You paused the show and then turned on your heel so you were facing the hallway. It wasn't long before you were creeping your way towards your father's office door, standing right next to the cracked opening.. perfectly positioning yourself so that if he turned to the doorway he couldn't see you, but you could however.. see him.

You looked at him slowly, allowing herself to narrow your eyes and examine his face. His skin seemed more red than usual, probably the cause of Alcohol, His eyes were puffy.. lack of sleep or crying. There was a crease in between his eyebrows signalling that he was fairly stressed out.

It's not that you're unfamiliar with that look though.. He was a person who got mad easily, who always resorted on alcohol when ever things didn't go his way. Which was why you had decided to stay with him even after High School. You studied collage courses online and helped out around the house in your free time. You're dad was never to fond of you though, especially after your mother had left the both of you. He always brought up when he was drunk that you had reminded him to much of her and that he wished you would just leave like she did. You couldn't though, something inside of you just wouldn't let you go get a proper education at an actual collage, or to go live life how you want. Instead you found yourself trapped there.

You move out of the way as your dad moves around the room, so that he wouldn't see you. "Please.. anything. I'll do anything just give me more time.." You heard your father beg over the phone, you've never heard him beg so it must've been serious this time.

That begging turned into complete silence and you guessed the person he was talking too had been responding, that made you curious. You leaned to the side a bit so you could peer into the office room, watching your dad's facial expression turn from upset to shocked as well, "What? Her? As like a blackmail? she's not very useful." He said quickly tapping his fingers against his desk as he spoke to the person on the phone.

All of this talk had your own stomach turning, you had no idea what the conversation was about but out of the few sentences you heard, a few guesses could be taken.. all of them were bad. Unless, it was someone finally ending his business. Maybe then he would go and get a real job, that provided real money.. but you doubted that, that was the case so you just had to eavesdrop some more.

"Fine. But once I pay.. Will she be safe??" He asked now annoyed, he seemed upset but you didn't feel like interrupting the call, "That's not a good enough response" He responded once more and then heard the phone click about 30 or more seconds after that and so that was when you decided to walk inside the room and ask him about who that was. "What was that about?" You ask concerned as you made your way to the chair in front of his desk.

Your dad looks up from his phone, his eyes narrowing as soon as he saw you, "Y/N, i have to tell you something.." he spoke out without hesitation. You looked at his body's posture and how it had changed since you first looked at him on the phone call, he seemed more.. sturdy.. you could say.

"Yes?"

He then began to speak, "A few months ago.. I made a deal with a group of men. I had borrowed 300,000,000 won (approx. $250,000) from them to start my business.." he explains to you and you just sigh out. You honestly didn't know how to react. He wasn't even done talking and it already made you get this weird feeling, "Was it a loan shark?! I told you to never ever get involved in that!!" You exclaimed standing up and shaking your head.

"No Y/N. it's much worse. I wish I could explain it to you but i just can't.. Please just trust me, okay?" Of course that was what he was going to say, he never gave the damn full story and it made you upset. You wanted to know everything so you could help him in the best way you could.. because if it was worse than loan sharks, his life could possibly be on the line.

"If you want me to trust you, then tell me what's going on." You spoke out sternly to him, your arms crossing over your chest as you waited for a response but here was the thing about your father though, he gets easily ticked off and normally is always drunk. Right now he only seemed tipsy... which was pretty hard to tell if his whole reaction or response to you talking back would be better or worse.

"I cant." He responds simply which just made you all the more stressed.

"Why?"

"Trust me."

"So basically.. you tell me that you have a huge ass debt after all and these months and you just expect me to trust you and drop it?" You retorted, does he not understand how big of a situation that this could be. And that he could be putting anyone of anything in the house at risk as well. At this point you could tell your dad was annoyed, and just over all pissed off. But he couldn't protect you forever. You were 19 and he barely lets you leave the house.

He needed to tell you what type if deal you just over heard, and how he's going to ever get the money to pay the men back for, and so he did, "Fine. You're going to go into your room back your damn backs and leave with the gentlemen that will arrive at 11pm. Got that? While you're at it make me a damn drink." You couldn't believe your ears, he made a deal to hand you over to some random group of men that could do absolutely.. Anything to you.

"Wait.. you're giving me up? Just like that?" You question and he just nodded in response, "I stayed here to make sure you didn't do anything to yourself, and this is how you thank me?!" you began to raise your voice now. "Y/N." He spoke out to you, matching your volume, "You need to understand why I have to do this. It's for my own good. They thre-" you cut him off from speaking.

"No don't fucking say my name or talk to me. Once those men get here I will tell them myself, I'm not going with them." You tried to hide the pain in your voice but weren't exactly sure how well you did, "You put yourself in this mess, get yourself out of it." You argued before storming right out of the room, slamming the door behind you. You walked down the hallway to your bedroom holding back some tears, as you slowly closed the door and locked it.

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Your eyes were glued to yourself in the mirror. It's been an hour or two since everything happened and time went by quickly. You steal a quick glance from your phone and look at the time. 11:05. The 'men' he said were coming still failed go show. 5 Minutes past or not, it gave her hope.

Sliding your phone away from your body, you just looked back to the mirror attached to the black vanity that sat in your room. Not knowing what to do, or say. Your dad had just tried to give you up to some.. bad people and now you had to try and get yourself out of the situation.

You looked a mess, your hair tied up in a messy bun and your eyes were now red from crying. You weren't crying over your dad but just that he would give you up so easily. You sigh and just stand up, rubbing your eyes after you had finally got enough courage to walk to the door, unlock it, and leave the room. You look down the hallway and was lucky to find that your dad had also locked himself in his bedroom.. more than likely with alcohol.

You decided to make your way down the hallway and to the kitchen, hearing your stomach growl along the way. Food was always a good way to cheer you up too. A nice warm cup of spicy ramen, maybe? Or some of those even spicier rice cakes. You finally reach the room of goodness and decided to have some of both.

While you were making your food you heard your phone ring from your room, causing you to rush ti answer it and then back to the kitchen. You looked at the number and sigh in relief as you read the name 'Jooheon✔' before answering it while pulling out the rice cakes from the microwave "Hello?" You asked slightly confused on why he called you

"Hey Uh- Y/N- I was just wanting to make sure everything's good, we haven't really talk much since high school." His voice sounds so soothing over the phone, Jooheon was a good friend of yours in highschool, infact he tried to ask you out sophomore year, you rejected him though because your had would kill if he found out you had a male other than ones ye approves if in your life.

Jooheonie! It has been a while~ How are you these days??" You ask picking out a pair of chopsticks and slowly beginning to stuff your face with noodles as he replied to your question, "I've been decent. Caught up in some.. personal stuff, just the usual." he chuckled into the phone. He was a good person although towards the end of senior year is when you two began to separate because of how he began to act and be on edge all of the time.

You finished chewing and swallowing the noodles before responding, "Sorry- I'm stuffing my face right now" you giggle into the mic. You hear one back and honestly, you missed his laugh. You would of said yes to him a long time ago if your dad was less strict but that wouldn't ever happen. "You're good.. what's new with you??"

At that point you realized he still sounded off, his tone of voice was more serious but maybe he just matured, so you decided to drop it and just continued the conversation, "My dad has been stressing me out to be honest." you admit to him, now putting a rice cake into your mouth, "Has he hurt you?" He said a bit darker now which made you sigh, "I'm fine Jooheonie. We should me-" That's when you heard the knock at the door of your home. "Actually I have to go, call you back. promise." you said before hanging up the phone so he couldn't respond.

You slowly moved away from the counter and made your way towards the door as the knocking got louder and more persistent, hinting at the fact that the person on the other side of the door was there for a good reason. "Hello??" you asked once you were right at the front door, the door had a glass that was blurred so you could only see the obvious features like his gender, and height.

"Open the door." Was all that the male responded raspy with, he didn't looked armed so you slowly opened the door to face the person who sounded pissed. "Ah.. You must be Y/N." He said looking up and down at your figure which made you feel uncomfortable.

The male was decently tall around 6 foot if not bigger. He had blonde, fluffy hair with an undercut all around his head. His brown eyes shaped like crescent moons, his nose pointed and extremely boop-able. His lips where slightly thick on both top and bottom lips.. But he seemed all serious which instantly gave off a bad vibe for her, especially since her father had just told her that she was giving him up.

"Excuse me? I don't think I know you.." You quickly responded, your voice sounded smaller than what it normally is with the male in the room. You watched as he took a step closer to you, so in response you took another step or two back so that you were out of arms reach.

The male chuckled as he looked back at the door "Hurry up!" he yelled and soon after another guy was walking into your house, this person was shorter than the first guy. His eyes were feline like, one having a monolid and the other not, his lips where plump and his nose had a small mole on it. His hair was also dyed redish but looked soft and well taken care of.

"I'm here, boss." You heard the red head talk while looking at you up and down, "this is her? she's perfect" he chuckles sarcastically before beginning to walk around and look at the place, making sure no one else was there.

"Where's your father.. Mr. Lee?" The 'boss' spoke out again, making you let out a deep breath, "He's in his room drinking his life away. Why?" You asked a question back but then was ignored as the tall male made his way down your hallway, without permission to even enter your home. Who did he think he was?

"Hey!" You exclaimed out which made both men stop in their tracks, you take that time to quickly speak while you had their attention "I know who you guys are. You threatened my dad over money." you say which caused the redhead to turn and look at you, "Yeah, and you know what he did? Gave you up to us. You belong to BTS now, your life at our mercy." he snarled.

You just look at your feet, your fist clenching as you shook your head "I'm not going with you. My dad doesn't have the right to give me away like property, and you don't have the right to take him." You stood your ground the best you could but it didn't last long before someone grabbed your wrist "Feisty one, eh?" You heard a low growl right next to your ear and you turn your head to see another male who had dead ass just come out of nowhere.You couldn't really see this guys face though, he had a pitch black face mask on and his hair was in his eyes, along with a hoodie over his head. This guy looked the sketchier than any of them. But you began to get nervous now. Three people was way different than two, six hands were way more than four.

You look down and sighed defeated, pulling your wrist away from the male who had grabbed your wrist since his grip wasn't to tight. "Who the fuck even are you guys?" you growled because you had never heard of 'BTS' or whatever the hell that was. The boss laughed running his hand through his hair. "Oh, we're just some of the deadliest men you'll ever meet."

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