#rosie spouts nonsense

[thediscsystem]

If only I allowed them to be happy

#brian stenson #jasmine hall #arthur longmire #rosie jackson #like moths #disc sys spouts nonsense #not discworld #disc sys doodles #art #disc sys writes #disc sys ocs #my favorite gay people in the apocalypse

[qu0rky]

Society has regressed too much, media literacy is fucking dead.

It’s genuinely upsetting opening tiktok and finding stupid ass comments like “Alastor’s last name is Altruist!” “Alastor wants to be a father figure to Charlie and he genuinely cares about her” “Alastor has good intentions and wants to help with the hotel for selfless reasons” “Alastor is asexual because Rosie called him an ace in the hole” (he is canonically asexual but that is NOT what that saying means) “Blitz doesn’t have feelings for Stolas” “Blitz is just a mean fuckboy and he isn’t severely traumatized” I GENUINELY HATE YOU GUYS.

You make it so hard to enjoy popular media because it feels like i’m the only one looking more into it and not just believing every superficial little thing😭😭 Especially when we get the POV from Alastor himself, of course he will try to make himself look like a good person who wants to help, THAT’S THE WHOLE FUCKING POINT, HE’S MANIPULATING CHARLIE AND THE AUDIENCE.

It does not take rocket science to figure out that a cannibalistic serial killer may not have the best intentions and is only doing stuff that will make HIM gain something, maybe power, maybe trust (personally i’m inclined to believe that his soul is owned by Lilith which would mean that gaining her daughter’s trust would certainly be of help to get him free).

Don’t even get me started on what some of y’all have done with Blitz’s character because it pisses me off to no end. The way y’all reduced him to just a piece of shit while knowing damn well what he went through just because on the surface he appears rude and overtly sexual is absolutely insane.

Pick up a fucking book please, maybe English teachers asking y’all what the authors meant by saying “the curtain was blue” actually had a point, let’s start looking into stuff we like a little better before spouting nonsense on the internet THANK YOU.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #hellaverse #helluva boss #blitzø #blitzo #stolitz #aroace #asexual #aromantic

[chaifootsteps]

Hello! Sorry to bother you 🥹

I’ve seen some posts about the whole Lilith being Rosie, and she has contract with Alastor but they are BFFs? Also that Vaggie will die???

Can you please share info regarding that, as I cannot find anything but other posters talking about it. Thank you for your time!

The "Vaggie will die" thing came from an anon who showed up, spouted a bunch of nonsense, and disappeared. The Lilith and Rosie leak on the other hand comes from an extremely reliable source; it's not to say it'll definitely hold up in the show because it was a long time ago that said source knew Viv, but I definitely believe it was true at one point, at the very least.

Here's the Lilith and Rosie leak.

#Anonymous #actual blog post #viv stuff

[lonelier-version-of-you]

Right, well, that sure was an episode of Casualty tonight. I’m not really sure what to make of it yet, but I can say one thing for certain - I am RELIEVED Faith didn’t make an appearance (though sadly we have to sit through her again next week).

I’ll start my review with this: what the fuck was up with that “Naylor Award” shit? Casualty, I am begging you to please just stop mentioning Jac. Stop rubbing salt in the wound of how poorly Rosie Marcel was treated. The first time they had Fletch spouting nonsense about how he was “as close [to Jac] as she’d let anyone get” (he was not - that was Sacha, with Elliot as a very close second, then a long list of people like Connie, Joseph, Michael, Henrik, etc. Fletch is probably like, at the bottom of the “how close was this person to Jac” tier ranking, lmao.), and now Jac’s name is invoked completely unnecessarily in what masquerades as a “tribute” to Holby and to Jac’s character specifically, but actually just feels more like an insult to her than anything. Especially given that Casualty could easily have just ignored this whole fiasco and brought Jac in, since the two shows don’t share an exact canon - as long as Casualty didn’t acknowledge Jac’s death, there was no reason not to have her cross over, nothing preventing it in Casualty canon.

Or they could’ve just ignored it full stop. Connie’s not there anymore. If she were, they’d have to pick one or the other. But she’s not, so they literally could’ve just pretended the whole thing never happened.

For fuck’s sake, they ignored multiple serial killers roaming the hospital (Gaskell and Cameron - and remember, Ethan had literally tried to get involved in Gaskell’s trial!). Nearly a year and a half on, they still haven’t acknowledged the literal fucking suicide of Marty’s cousin. A cousin we KNOW he was close to. Making Jac’s death Casualty canon just feels like an absolute slap in the face to Rosie Marcel. Poor woman, she literally wanted to come over to Casualty and instead we get... this.

They could’ve named the award anything. It could’ve even been a reference to the show’s own history, they could’ve named it after a character who died before.

I agree with Dylan - Jac would’ve HATED this.

Also, why are we getting all these callbacks to Holby, but still no acknowledgement of the fact that Henrik left the hospital? They can’t leave the CEO’s identity ambiguous and pander to the “Henrik’s the perfect CEO and no one other than him is ever allowed to have the job!!” viewpoint forever.

Anyway, I have been instantly reminded of how much I adore Stevie Nash tonight. People can go “oh she’s the new Jac” all they like but I still don’t see many similarities between them apart from like, generic “ice queen” tropes that could be applied to Henrik or Connie or even Dylan too. Out of the Bi Ice Queen Trio of Connie, Jac, and Henrik, I’d say Stevie’s most similar to Henrik. In general if I were to compare her to a Holby character, she reminds me strongly of John Gaskell. Stevie really shows just what a brilliant character John could’ve been if he had been well-written.

So yeah, maybe I’m biased because watching Stevie is like having a younger, female, better-written version of John (and sometimes, like having a younger, female, non-misogynist version of Henrik). But nonetheless, I adore her.

The Dylan/Stevie dynamic is very interesting to me. They really do have strong “early-days Henrik and Jac” vibes, and that was really proved by their confrontation in Dylan’s office. Because, like, Dylan would absolutely have done the same as Stevie if he’d been in her position. I have no doubt he would. But because their relationship is already so fraught and so full of friction, we end up with arguments like this where he’s criticising her for what he would’ve unquestionably considered the right decision.

I’m waiting for Dylan and Stevie to get their “So you think we’re alike?”/“[...] Imagine working together. We’d make quite the team.” “Which is precisely why we shouldn’t. It’d be like staring into the abyss.” moment. I hope they do - they deserve a scene like that.

Poor Rash. Just... poor Rash. Jeez. The scene where the racist man choked him was very hard to watch.

Elsewhere in Rash’s life, though, his relationship with Paige is just never going to work, is it? I think that became very clear tonight. I shipped them at the start but I think this latest episode has shown they’re not very compatible.

Speaking of Paige, I did love the top she wore tonight. The black one with all the little stars or whatever they were. It was gorgeous. I’d wear that.

Her responses to the case with the man with HIV and his wife were a bit odd, but I guess she’s meant to be projecting her own feelings about having the BRCA gene? That would make sense. I do think her storyline has been done fairly well so far. At least it is a storyline, unlike Max’s 2-episode BRCA gene story on Holby.

In other news, I was glad the dead colleague mentioned in the spoilers turned out to just be someone the writers made up instead of an old character being killed offscreen. I wasn’t really sure what the point of that part of the episode was, but looking at the spoilers for next week, it seems to be leading to some sort of mid-life crisis or breakdown for Jan? That could be interesting. Di Botcher is one of the best actresses the show’s got, I’m interested in any storyline that lets them use her more.

#BBC Casualty #Casualty spoilers #tw;suicide mention

[valdomarx]

For @themountainarchives prompt: dragons.

There’s been a glint in Jaskier’s eye since the moment they set foot in the Pensive Dragon.

There’s a sharpness to him, a steeliness like a finely honed blade, a focus and intensity that is at odds with his casual bearing. His demeanor is shifted somehow, here in the shadow of the mountain, like lava bubbling deep beneath the caldera of a volcano.

Geralt has noticed it before: A faint whiff of brimstone when Jaskier gets angry, a sibilant hissing which slips into his voice when he gives orders.

Very occasionally, when the sun has almost completed its daily pass below the horizon, when the last rays of warm rosy light spill across the forest and illuminate their camp, Geralt could swear he sees shimmering iridescence around Jaskier’s temples. But that’s just a trick of the twilight.

-

As they near the mountain, the scent grows stronger. Jaskier smells like the crisp, dry air before a forest fire, like the promise of impending flame. He leaves a trail of heavy, ashy scent in his wake.

-

Téa and Véa stay close to Jaskier, Geralt notices, even though they clearly think he’s an idiot. They exchange heavy glances behind his back which seem to communicate much, a seriousness to their looks despite the nonsense about flower picking that Jaskier is currently spouting.

Borch, too, says little but keeps Jaskier within his sight. “Sir Witcher,” he addresses Geralt, gently teasing. “Protector of dragons.”

-

Geralt has seen many strange creatures in his travels. Hideous beasts with kind hearts and fine minds, and twisted monsters that look like ordinary men. He has learned not to assume, and not to judge.

-

“We could head to the coast,” Jaskier suggests, voice quiet and distant, and when Geralt tries to picture that it calls to mind a red-hot sword quenched in water, the sizzle and hiss as steel is hardened, puffs of steam thrown into the air.

“That’s not...” His mind is clouded with the touch of flint to kindling and the cracking, popping sounds of an open fire. “It wouldn’t be safe.”

He sneaks a sideways glance at Jaskier, whose pupils have narrowed to dark vertical slits. Here, high above the clouds, he is something more. He radiates heat and the air around him crackles with static.

“My dear witcher.” Jaskier shakes his head. “If I wanted safety, I wouldn’t have chosen this life.”

“Why did you?” The question falls from his lips before he can stop it. After what must be hundreds of years of power and authority, why risk one’s life to sleep in the dirt with an outcast for the sake of a few songs? “No story is worth dying for.”

Jaskier turns to him, the red of the setting sun painting him with a glowing aura, shimmering scales now undeniably visible across his cheekbones, and he smiles ever so softly. “Depends on the story.”

#geraskier #the witcher #red dragon!jaskier #my writing #are they ever going to talk about it? #they are not. #some things never change

[astrque]

NEARLY CHRISTMAS › 𝕳. 𝕸.

pairing: hope mikaelson x fem!reader

summary: you and hope made a life together. it might not be the one that you planned on having, but it suited both of you just fine.

warnings: established relationship, angst and fluff.

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likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated <33

𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧⁺¹⁸

❝ have a cookie, hope, it’s christmas eve. ❞ you coaxed, waving one in her face. it was hope's favourite, chocolate crinkle.

hope wrinkled her nose, ❝ i have so much to do… ❞

❝ and you should take a break, we both should. ❞

❝ then who is going to…. ❞ you silenced hope with a kiss, pressing your lips together, your tongue snaking into your lover’s mouth, sending sparks along your skin.

the picture that you painted for yourself growing up might not have involved any of this, besides maybe paris, but it was lovely all the same. or at least you thought so : lizzie, when she had a little too much to drink, had been known to mutter about just how lucky hope was, but you disagreed, you're the lucky one.

your fingers slipped into your wife’s curls as you held her close. the two of you were happy, though always rather busy, in the cafe you owned together in paris. it had been a dream of yours to open it and leave the supernatural world behind. a way to forget the pain and suffering of malivore. there was only so much suffering that someone could take before you snapped or ran away. of those options, you thought the latter seemed preferable.

you pulled away and looked up at hope whose curls hung around her face like a veil. her lips were a rosy red, freckles covering the bridge of her nose, and her eyes, which you would insist are the most beautiful thing about her, were a warm, captivating blue.

❝ i love you. ❞ hope whispered, reaching out for you. ❝ i love you, and the life we made together so much. ❞

❝ you aren’t so bad yourself, but it’s christmas eve and we should go celebrate. ❞

❝ but the— ❞

you pressed your thumb against hope's lip, ❝ —and we can deal with it in a few days. understood? i want you in my bed, love, everything else can wait. ❞

hope sighed, cheeks turning a lovely shade of scarlet, but after a moment she nodded. the red-haired tribrid turned on her heel and walked over to the stairs leading to your small flat. you watched her, taking a moment to enjoy the quiet and calmness of this place.

eventually, you followed after her, heels clicking against the wood floors, taking the stairs two at a time. when you reached the top you smiled to yourself, facing the bedroom you shared with hope, who was already sitting cross-legged on your bed. you walked into the room and paused, just staring at hope, taking in every single detail of her. the soft slope of her shoulders, the soft jumper that hung haphazardly off of them. the long column of her neck that you so badly wanted to kiss, to mark and show the world that hope was yours, just as you were hope's all the same.

you were like a song played by an expert hand, the melody and the harmony weaving together and becoming the most beautiful story.

next to this, nothing else mattered. not the distant mother who hadn’t spoken to you in years, the father who would insist one moment that he hadn’t been a triad agent, wearing long sleeves even in the middle of summer, only to start spouting off anti-tribrid nonsense the next. not even your hybrid brother, whom the family didn’t speak of, even if he, with the help of hope, was going to medical school. all of that was on another continent : back in new orleans, back where it couldn’t touch you.

❝ i... ❞

❝ i think i left you speechless, haven’t i? ❞ you teased.

❝ possibly. ❞ hope said and then kissed your forehead. ❝ i want you, love. ❞

❝ you can have me as long as you want me, hope. ❞

❝ and if that’s forever? ❞

❝ then it will be. ❞

hope pulled her jumper over her head and tossed it aside, then silently reached out and began to unbutton your dress. her fingers were calloused, the back of her hands freckled with small scars left there from before she turned, and yet still beautiful.

you made short work of your clothing, hope's denims following her jumper quickly, then your dress joined the pile. you were a tangle of long limbs and awkward angles, but it felt right.

you barely managed to get your bra off before hope was pushing you lightly back against the pillows. she hooked a finger around your panties, harshly yanking them out from under you and down your legs, giggling as she did. hope slipped between your legs, kneeling in front of you. she reached out, running a finger along your hip, pressing her thumb into the concave of it, sending a rush of arousal along the skin of the woman she loved.

you wanted her, no you needed her at your centre. you needed hope's mouth on you. it was a deep and dark yearning that filled you, twisting inside of you like a knife. you reached out, but hope dodged your hand, smirking.

❝ what do you want? ❞ hope asked, teasing you as she shifted back to sit on her feet. ❝ you gotta tell me, love, i can’t do anything unless you tell me. ❞

❝ you know what i want! ❞

❝ no, actually, i don’t. ❞ hope's tone was full of exaggerated innocence, but her smirk never faltered.

you grumbled, ❝ i want your mouth on me! ❞

❝ i will accept that as an answer, but only because it’s nearly christmas. ❞ hope admonished with faux seriousness, winking.

hope nestled herself once again between your legs, her mouth starting at your thighs almost at your knees, kissing slowly up them, peppering in the occasional bite. when she’d finally gotten to the apex, where you desperately needed her, she slid back down with a cheeky wink, again dodging the hand you had intended to lodge in her hair and starting over on the other thigh. clearly, your wife intended to take her bloody time.

it took ages for hope to get back where you wanted her, and you were shaking with want by the time she had, but this time you were ready. you grabbed a stray handful of your wife’s bountiful curls, holding her firmly to prevent a third maddening trip up your thigh as your wife let out a chuckle you felt more than heard, but she didn’t resist. she finally slid her tongue along you, dragging slowly up, making you gasp at the sudden stimulation, fingers clenching involuntarily in hope's hair.

you were becoming increasingly vocal as hope traced up and down, seemingly intent on lapping up the mess she had created with her teasing, and providing only the occasional bit of stimulation for your aching clit. you had been nearly ready to say something, to demand she get on with it, even if historically that had poor results, when hope slid her tongue up and flicked it across your clit before sucking it into her mouth.

your thighs clenched around your wife’s head, holding her tightly in place for a moment as you attempted to keep yourself quiet enough to prevent the neighbors from calling the police or something. you were only marginally successful, hope's ministrations failing to stop despite the vice grip her head was subjected to. when you had unclenched your thighs enough that she had the power to move, the sensations increased, hope shifting enough to move her hand up and slide a finger, then two, inside you. the pace was gentle, for all that it was ruinous, hope teasing you, causing you to pant and moan desperately enough that hope reached her free hand under herself for her own stimulation. you had been dancing around each other all evening, first with gentle, even innocent, touches, then far less innocent, until it became something far more. you both needed this, needed to lose yourselves in this, in the feeling of it all.

it could have been minutes or hours that hope toyed with you, you were entirely unable to tell. she would crook her fingers inside you, mouth intensifying the stimulation to your clit, drawing you closer to the edge only to slow, stilling her fingers, and bring you back. the blasted woman was clearly enjoying this, but then so were you.

the final build started like a flicker of flame, low in your belly, before it built and built, crashing over you causing you to almost scream. every single muscle in your body tightened, your hands, fisted in your wifes hair, pulling so hard they nearly ripped some out, only to go completely limp a few impossibly long moments later.

all you could think was that this life was everything you had ever wanted, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything. you pulled a smug, satisfied looking hope into your arms, holding her close.

❝ can i—? ❞

hope cut you off, sheepishly, ❝ —i came along with you. happy christmas, love. ❞

❝ happy christmas, hope. ❞

and what a happy christmas it was.

#legacies #hope mikaelson x y/n #hope mikaelson x reader #legacies imagine #legacies x y/n #legacies x reader #tvdu x y/n #tvdu x reader #tvd x y/n #tvd x reader #hope mikaelson #tvdu #tvd imagine #𝕳. 𝕸.

[miss-atomic-bitchh]

Do you know what really annoys me about the nostalgia crowd? PARTICULARLY the 2000s nostalgia crowd??? It’s their cognitive dissonance. I can’t stand whenever they say things like “I miss when ppl wore natural makeup and had natural bodies unlike today” or “I miss when music used to be meaningful and it’s not meaningful anymore” .... or my favorite ... “I miss when women weren’t too overly sexy back then” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 etc etc....LIKE!?!?? LMAOOOO......What they’re saying now are the exact same things people said about pop culture back then 🙄😪 if anything, 2000s pop culture epitomized those same issues we have today. Why do they see their lives in such a twisted lens??? Their nostalgia is LYING to them!!! LYING!!!! Britney, beyoncé, and xtina werent slut shamed to death during those times for these people to spout such nonsense...it’s reeaalllyy pretentious.

besides, p!nk even released a song called “stupid girls” in response to how she viewed pop culture at the time. And avril lavigne had similar messages in her music too. Every era has your fair share of these types of people. The “sexy folks” and the “society shamers” coexist hand-in-hand with each other for every generation. Not saying that they’re right. I’m just stating that the idea of people shaming each other’s generations and their subcultures is something that has always existed. So for these people to shove their dust under the rug and act like everything was so rosy back then is honestly....concerning....it’s genuinely concerning how much nostalgia can ruin some people’s minds and cloud their way of thinking.

Another comment to make is that it’s really weird how people act like “young girls trying too hard to act grown” is some sort of new issue that was suddenly caused by Instagram. It’s nothing new under the sun. It has existed since the dawn of time. People criticized the pop icons of yesteryear for “corrupting young girls to grow up too fast” (that Lizzie McGuire britney spears episode immediately comes to mind lmao). It happened with the runway models of the 90s, the rockers and pop stars of the 80s, the hippies of the 70s, and the pin-ups of the 50s. Underaged sex and drug usage was even higher in the 70s~90s than it is now. It doesn’t mean that it’s an invalid issue that shouldn’t be discussed. Of course it should be discussed and acknowledged because it is a serious issue for us to be aware of. But it’s just annoying when they act like it’s new...

And I say all this even as a diehard 2000s pop culture enthusiast. i love all things that pertain to this era and will always hold those years close to my heart. It inspired my pink princess aesthetic, my music taste and my quirky lighthearted sense of humor. I may feel a wanderlust and admiration for that time period but I’m not blind. Every generation of pop culture has its strengths and weaknesses. The aughts are no exception. As consumers of media, we can enjoy whatever we want to the fullest. But eventually, we have to develop an unbiased view towards it too. Seeing how it affects our own lives and the people around us

Women will get slut-shamed until the end of time and young girls have always been pressured to act older. People romanticise each era but they all had misogyny and violence against women - I agree that we need an unbiased view of pop culture and the media instead of being blinded by the aesthetic of it all.

[gasp-iwrotesomething]

Hey, sorry. I accidentally exited out of the request and it sent before I wanted it to, but can you please do a Dad!Neil Dresner? Where finds out his teenage daughter has a boyfriend? I imagine him to be very protective. Please and thank you. And I love your work.

Sure thing! And thank you for the compliment, I sincerely appreciate it; thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy it, @storiesformc!

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Neil wished he had more time to prepare. 

Time to come to terms, to grieve, to miss the little girl Marina was before she got a... boyfriend. The thought was so surreal. Even the silent monologue in his head pronounced it differently. How could Marina, the little girl who wouldn’t go to bed until you recited her favorite bedtime story up until she was 12, have a boy now? The perception of her as a toddler up to her 13th birthday is so ingrained in his head that now each time he sees her cuddled up with that boy... it’s all he can picture. That prompted Neil to be instantly protective--what kind of father wouldn’t for his baby? His wife, however, was ecstatic. She merely squealed and hugged Marina tight enough to crush her, spouting all of this motherly nonsense about growing up and falling in love. Neil was disappointed in her, frankly. MC was his defense always, even when he was slightly off his rocker. But what did he expect? The grumpy doctor fell head over heels for a rebel barely in her 20′s--who ever said gals like her would understand the feeling Neil felt when he pictured Marina and her boyfriend? 

That’s right, she wouldn’t know a lick of it.

Neil grumbles as he climbs into bed the following night, Marina’s announcement a boulder in his conscience. No matter which way he pushed or which way he pulled, Neil couldn’t rid himself of that burden of a thought. Marina’s got a boyfriend, MC recites brightly in his memory, her rosy cheeks tugged into a boundless smile, you believe it, Neil? Our baby’s growing up! He buries his scowling face into the pillows while her words play over and over, a broken record in his damned head. Life was simpler when he was just raising a babbling toddler who fell over her own two feet; simpler, but not easier. He could still remember the sleepless nights, the stressful mornings, the constant chatter… Beside him, MC joins him in bed and slips under the covers with him, her once-scarlet hair now deduced to loose brunette curls down to her shoulders. He could sense her eyes on him even with the pillow’s barrier and groans into its soft depths; the judgment was already there. “Neil, what’re you doing?” She sounds stern and Neil scoffs quietly. If only silence could be the answer to every problem you’ve got... 

“Nothing,” he mumbles.

MC squints down at him, his muffled words barely reaching. “Take that pillow off your face, I can’t hear you.”

Reluctantly, Neil shifts the pillow aside, the comforting fluff gone and replaced with the dreary pigments of their ceiling--that dull grey was starting to wear away his eyes more than the sun has. He was tired of the color. Maybe a lighter and more vibrant shade would do. “Honey, that frown isn’t saying anything I need to know,” she playfully nudges his arm, a grin spread on her lips, “or am I supposed to take a hint?” He sighs, head turning to his wife. She was a treasure in this bleak room, her effortless charm swamping him totally. Nowadays it was difficult to keep frowning, thanks to MC. Neil didn’t know what to think about that; be grateful or be grouchy. Either or, Neil was glad she was there to talk to--being a single father sounded like hell. “No, I’ll talk about it, just finding the words to not fight with you.”

MC quirks an eyebrow. “A fight? What would I fight with you about?”

“Marina and her new boyfriend,” Neil relents, his eyebrows slowly drawing together as his expression deepens, “I don’t think she should be messing around with no boys at her age.”

The silence that fills the air after he speaks indicates Neil was right; this would brew a disagreement between them.

MC shakes her head. “Marina’s 16, Neil, just 2 years shy of being a woman. It’s about time you give her some freedom, the girl’s got some exploring to do.” She slides under the covers while pinning Neil with a stern stare, the diamonds of her eyes glittering in the dim moonlight. But Neil didn’t pay no mind. Sure, Marina was on her way to be a woman but that road was 2 years long, which left a window open of her still being a kid--of her still being Neil’s little girl. “Maybe, but you heard her, they’ve only known each other for a week. A week! How are you not on your toes when you hear that, MC?” He gives her an incredulous glance. How was he supposed to take that expression? Over time, wrinkles and creases formed on MC’s pale face, so now her frowns always seem deeper and her smiles more animated. He could faintly see the disapproval on her lips, in her eyes, all focused intently on him. He imagined that he appeared the same way to MC. “A week is a good enough time to fall in love; say, we fell in love within the span of a couple months and look where we are now. Who are you to judge when love is love?” She hisses gently, the soothing hiccup of her accent coiling around her sassy tone. Apparently MC was caught up on the part where Marina cried “love!”, but who knows if she’s just blowing their passion for each other out of proportion? Still, even after MC’s rebuke, Neil’s opinion is unchanging. “Our little origin story isn’t comparable to this, MC. Love can form when it has enough time to grow or else it’ll crash and burn. We worked out because we let our love prosper and thrive before diving into each other’s gullets,” he remarks, gruff and headstrong, about as willing to back down as MC was. 

“Defining what you think is ‘true love’ isn’t going to help you win this. Everything’s different for everyone.”

“No, maybe not, but if it keeps Marina safe then I’ll be cracking open my damn dictionary.”

MC scoffs, pinching him quickly, “who said you couldn’t watch her back? You’re her daddy, Neil, you can look out for her while letting her live a little!”

No one speaks after her brief exclamation, the tension drawn tighter by the evident frustration the both of them faced. They never argued like this. Usually they’d disagree, talk, and smooth over the wrinkles, but now… Now they were determined to rough up their resolve before they even tried to be civil. After a couple seconds more of deep, stabilizing breaths, MC relents with a quiet sigh and cuddles up to Neil, her features now softened into a concerned furrow of her brows. She braces her hand on Neil’s chest, her fingers warm and tender to his flesh. “Listen, honey, I know how you feel--believe me, I do--but you’ve got to be more realistic. Whether you accept it or not, Marina’s getting older and closer to being on her own, she’s got to learn to think for herself. She’s a smart cookie. She’ll make for a fine independent woman, thanks to you. But now, I think you should give her a shot; see how this ship rocks with her new fella, you know?” MC pats his chest, a small assuring smile on her face. Neil mulls over her words. Maybe she was right in a way; maybe… maybe he was being a little too overbearing at times with Marina. But you couldn’t hold that against him, he loved his daughter. She was his world from the first breath down to these very seconds. Nothing’s changed except that she’s older, maturing, expanding into new walks of life that wouldn’t have suited her then. Marina was still his bundle of joy and he was still her caring, grouchy, sarcastic dad. 

Even if it meant handing her away to some boy, Neil had to be supportive and at least mindful of her wishes, her desires.

Sighing, Neil winds an arm around his wife’s shoulders and brings her closer to him, close enough to smell the serene aroma of her berry-scented shampoo. She relaxes into him, resting her cheek against his shoulder. “...I’ll think about it, MC,” he could feel her cheek move as she smiles softly against him, “but it’s going to take some time for me to… adjust to this whole ‘growing up’ thing.” It was true. Daily, Neil would see Marina at the dining room table and wonder just when in that 16 year gap she grew taller, prettier. Marina wasn’t very tall but she reached Neil’s collarbone standing beside him. She was a brunette--go figure--with most of her prize-winning features taken directly from her father, Neil. Maybe that was why he was so protective and nurturing to her, they were so alike side from her mother’s energetic personality; well, that and she’s their only child. 

He always had a feeling that she’d grow up to be beautiful, and seeing that unfold now, Neil was right in every facet imaginable.

“Thank you,” MC murmurs under the blanket of the shimmering moonlight, “I can tell this isn’t easy for you but I’m proud of you for trying.” He rubs her arm soothingly, allowing the tension to dissipate and fall into the background as he kisses her head. “I’m not exactly volunteering to do this but… I appreciate the sentiment, Mrs. Dresner.”

That claps the silence between them right where it stands, the both of them dissolving into a brief fit of laughter. Even if it would probably take the soul right out of him, Neil was willing to try--for his daughter and his wife.

He just hoped no no-good meathead would have to ruin this bliss for any of them, or else the doctor might have to shed his nurturing duty for a little bit.

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Finally had time to watch today’s episode. Maxine may not be writing anymore these days, but I’m glad Isobel Cameron is still around because she’s great. Also, no Paul, no Harriet, no actual Dawn means bliss these days. Haha. 

Weird that Meena and Manpreet only had that one scene but I enjoyed it. 

I also liked the Mack and Jamie conversation too. I just sort of enjoy Mack’s glee at watching Jamie flail around. 

Nice to see more Jimmy and Nicola. I know he doesn’t want to let Carl go but he probably should get on board before this does turn into a kidnap situation. Haha. Curious about the private investigator. Sad we didn’t actually see Carl and Angel. 

I definitely have war flashbacks with this whole Gabby/Jamie pregnancy story but I will say, at least in Isobel Cameron’s hands today, that I feel like this is sort of what the Hell Plot needed. I mean, Rosie is a better actress than Emily, but the writing is also better. It’s not the exact same situation obviously because Jamie wasn’t actually cheating on Dawn with Gabby but still Gabby has taken way more responsibility for everything than Rebecca ever did. Plus, this is her story and Jamie’s story, where as Rebecca’s pregnancy was only ever about Robron. We’re actually getting to see Gabby’s point of view and really understand her choices and fears. I know we didn’t actually see her with a doctor, but Kim feels more like a reliable source to me than any of the scenes we got with Rebecca that let the theory live for way too long. I don’t know, I liked the scenes with Gabby and Kim and the scenes with Gabby and Laurel too. 

I will say that the whole “Jai and I will raise this baby as our own” thing took me by surprised. I did not see that story direction coming. I don’t hate it totally. I mean, it’s certainly interesting from a Laurel perspective because of her guilt and whether or not she’d even be able to cope with it all. And also, what would Kim make of that. She’d be pissed. And that might be interesting and actually feel grounded in real things, which is more than I can usually say for Kim’s stories. 

Speaking of which, I actually thought that Kim/Jamie scene was the best they’ve ever been. Maybe it’s just Isobel’s writing, I don’t know. I just thought there was more nuance there than there usually is and I do get why Jamie would rather choose when he next gets to have a child and have it be with someone he wants to be with. And if I forget half of the nonsense that Kim usually spouts off at Jamie these days about how he’s pathetic and not a good businessman, I think what she said about being ashamed of him  for the first time makes a lot of sense. And I liked that he called her out on just wanting a fresh start with another Tate protege. It felt like a good grounded conversation for them.

All in all, I actually really enjoyed that episode. A nice reprieve before the Paul and Harriet nonsense fest that is to come. 

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[sophrosinn]

indescribable

synopsis: Fashion photographer Bakugou Katsuki’s world got irrevocably changed when he inadvertently met Uraraka Ochako, whose fiery eyes are strangely familiar to him for some reason.

prompt: je ne sais quoi, a French phrase which literally translates to “I do not know what.” It is commonly used to describe a certain quality that cannot be adequately put into words.

word count: 1,628 words

note: Shout-out to @vanaera and @senfleurs for being the bestest friends a girl could ever ask for. Seriously, I hope you both realize just how much your words have motivated me to continue writing.

If you have noticed any inaccuracies, please let me know. Also, I am unsure as to whether or not to continue this. I guess we’ll see in time. Comments and constructive criticisms are highly appreciated! ❤️

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Under the bright stage lights, as if it was only natural, Katsuki’s eyes found hers immediately among the sea of hopeful faces. She, with her soft pink ensemble, doe eyed look, and short but curvy physique, stood out in the crowd of skinny figures dressed in the fanciest clothes with practiced smiles and brimming with confidence. It was ironic, to say the least, that it seemed that his eyes automatically singled her out when there was nothing remarkable about her appearance: a simple white buttoned top with cut-out shoulders tucked into her pastel green flowing skirt. Her eyes, though, were different from her otherwise inconspicuous get-up. They sparkled with unflinching determination, almost breaking through the surface of her fragile mask of composure. It was a look of pure challenge, taunting and daring, and fuck, it looked really good on her cherub face. Not one to back down from challenges, Katsuki stared right back, unable to stop the feral grin from breaking out on his face.

This should be interesting, he thought.

“You, round face, at the back,” he called out, resolutely, as if there could never be any other choice than her (and perhaps, there never was). His voice reverberated against the four walls of the studio room, halting all the quiet conversations and nervous ramblings among the participants at once. “With the orange headband and grass skirt.”

Everyone turned to look at him, for this was the first time he had spoken after he was introduced ten minutes ago. not that he needed any kind of introduction. He was Katsuki Bakugou, a photographer whose name has long been circulating in the fashion industry for having featured in and worked with various famous magazines. His parents have long since established the family’s reputation by creating the most glamorous and avant-garde designs to grace the catwalk. While Katsuki chose a path for himself, opting instead to work behind a camera, he did not stray too far from his parents’ influence. 

Nonetheless, in spite of his wish to separate his career from his parents’ connections, he quickly rose to fame for being a Bakugou. Katsuki, being his usual self, did not bother to prove himself to anyone else. After all, his photographs, which were more than enough to showcase his abilities, never failed to capture the candidness and reality beyond the fabricated portrayal of the world of fashion. 

And now there he was, inside a spare atelier in his parents’ building, searching for a suitable candidate for his next project. Given his work history, it was not unusual that out of all the stunning women occupying the same room as him, he chose her.

She, who must have been unconsciously looking at him, but was actually intensely focused on something else. Because the second he pointed at her form, she froze. As did everyone else, and a beat of unnerving silence passed. 

Her eyes went wide in bewilderment, surprised at the sudden attention. When she answered, it was meek and hesitant. “M-me?” She pointed at herself, and under the scrutinizing eyes of the other hopeful attendees, she reminded him of a gazelle about to be preyed upon by a pack of hungry lions.

It was fucking hilarious to Katsuki, the duality with which the girl held herself. Just a moment ago, he glimpsed a vexed goddess, looking every bit as someone rudely awakened from her eternal slumber. Now, it’s gone, and there’s barely a trace of her left in this fragile girl. 

“Yes, you,” he replied, “what’s your name, round face?”

Ah, there it fucking was, he thought as he was regarded with that same blazing look in her eyes. But as quickly as it came, it was gone underneath her lids as she closed her eyes. She took a deep breath before replying in a steady voice, “Ochako Uraraka, sir!”  

Although he was expecting it, he had to admit that he was surprised to hear the strength in her voice. From that distance, he can almost see her fists clenched at her sides. 

“Uraraka,” he breathed, amused at how strangely natural it seemed to roll off his tongue. “Follow me then.”

Uraraka immediately nodded, squeezing in between the women standing in front of her, before following Bakugou who’s almost out the door. However, Kirishima, Bakugou’s optimistic friend and close companion, stopped him from leaving by asking: “but what of the other girls?” 

“Escort them to the exit, and make sure they don’t loiter and find any of the old hag’s stuff lying around. It’s almost fashion week, you know how fucking chaotic it gets.”

“Got it, Bakubro.” Kirishima saluted him, about to turn the other way when he immediately stopped. “Even if I’m so not your assistant.”

Smirking, Bakugou crossed his arms and raised one of his eyebrows at Kirishima. In return, Kirishima stared at him unnervingly, and by the looks of it, it seemed like an unspoken conversation was ongoing between the two men. 

In the end, Kirishima sighed good-naturedly, putting his hand on Bakugou’s shoulder. “This is why they say you run your assistants dry,” Kirishima quipped, shaking his head at Bakugou before he turned to the side, smiling brightly at Uraraka. “Nice to meet ya, Ms. Uraraka! I’m Kirishima! Play nice, Bakubro!” 

With that, he winked at Bakugou and took off.

“That dumbass,” Bakugou muttered, walking out the door and motioning for Uraraka to follow him. 

In the silent hallway, Uraraka cleared her throat awkwardly. “Uh, Bakugou-san? Sir?”

He grunted in response.

“I just want to say thank you for choosing me. I know I’m not that pretty as all those other girls, and given that I just came from the province, I probably wouldn’t know what to do but I promise I will do—”

“Tsk.” He clicked his tongue and ran a hand over his hair in frustration. Apparently, this girl has not seen any of his works; when did he ever choose a conventionally pretty model? He, honest to God, never cared for looks; his photographs attest to that fact. “Don’t be fucking daft, I didn’t choose you because you’re pretty.” He paused and turned around, intending to let his words sink in. 

At the same time, he also took the chance to look over her form (average height, chopped angled bob cut for her brown hair, functional clothes), which, as he noted beforehand, were nothing out of the ordinary. He gazed at her face, and as he did, he was once again greeted by those fiery eyes—that same look which demanded his attention. There was a fire burning just beyond the surface of her brown irises, as bright and dazzling as the afternoon sun, when her face twisted in irritation. He was pleasantly surprised to see that. But in just a blink of an eye, the look was gone, replaced instead by embarrassment as she averted her gaze away. 

Bakugou internally groaned. Dumbass wears her fucking heart on her sleeve. How. Wonderful.

“You’re right, I'm not pretty,” she eventually whispered, quite dejectedly if he must note.

“Listen, it’s because I am not looking for someone pretty—if I were, you wouldn’t be my first choice. And goddamn, are you blind or something? You are pretty.” At that, she jolted in surprise and stared at him, dumbfounded at the sudden compliment. Fuck, even he was shocked at himself. “Not beautiful, just, pretty, urgh, fuck off,” he immediately amended which earned him a giggle. 

“Really?” she cheekily replied, and he ignored her in favor of maintaining his cool. 

“Here’s the thing, the fact that you’re here means that you thought you’ve got what it fucking takes to succeed in this line of work.” She nodded, opening her mouth, perhaps intending to contradict him but he wasn’t quite finished chiding her. “And goddamn, you do. Don’t waste my time and my fucking trust, which I don’t freely give to just some random extra, if you’re just gonna spout some nonsensical bullshit about your appearance or whatever fucking absurd things you’ve got going inside that head. I’ll say this only once: this industry is not for the bitch ass whiny pissbabies, and if you think you are one of those, then fuck off and don’t return.”

Fucking hell! So much for cool. 

He took a deep breath, releasing the tension in his shoulders, before he turned to look at the round-faced newbie whose face’s—wait, what the fuck, are his eyes deceiving him or does she really have the guts to outright laugh at his face?

“What’s so funny, huh?”

Uraraka spluttered, covering her mouth to stifle her giggles but it was for moot. He watched dumbly as she tried to stop her laughter, eyes crinkled with tears flowing down to her rosy cheeks. Frozen still, immobilized by the ringing sound of her carefree laughter in his ears, Bakugou had the sudden urge to reach for his camera and immortalize the breathtaking moment. 

“You, Mr. Bakugou, sir! Thank you for your words, as harsh as they may seem, I mean—that was your attempt at bolstering my confidence, right?”

“Fucking—call me Bakugou. Don’t add any ‘sir,’ makes me feel goddamn old.”

“Well, your scowl certainly makes you look like a grump,” she offhandedly commented. 

“What?!” he barked. This chick was really testing the limitations of his short fuse, huh? 

She immediately jerked upright at the tone of his voice. “Nothing, si—I mean, Bakugou! E-he.”

He exhaled through his nose. “What-the-fuck ever, I’m out of here. Tell that red-headed idiot,” he pointed at Kirishima who’s running to catch up to them, “your contact details. Or don’t, see if I care.”

“Don’t worry, Bakugou,” she called out behind him, “I won’t give in! I'll have you know I'm tough!”

He didn’t doubt her one bit.

#boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #katsuki bakugou #ochako uraraka #bakugou x uraraka #kacchako #bakuraka #kacchako fluff #bakugou imagines #bakugou scenarios

[snarkybluechristian]

Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 21

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Vaggie waited until the couple had walked away before she rushed into the bathroom to check on Angel.

“Angel?” Vaggie asked fearfully.  “Angel, are you alright?”

Vaggie heard Angel get up from his bed, use his crutches to hobble himself into the bathroom, and sit down against the wall.

“I’m better now,” Angel said between ragged breaths from the other side of the wall.  “I can sit on my ass again, so at least, that’s something.”

Vaggie sighed sadly and said, “Angel, I’m so sorry…”

“It’s fine, baby girl,” Angel interrupted reassuringly.  “It’s not your fault.  Besides, I’m used to the pain.  You know that.”

Vaggie smiled sadly.  She knew Angel was staying strong for her.  He had much more inner strength than she ever realized…

“Angel?” Vaggie asked nervously.  “What did Rosie do to make you scream?”

“If you must know, that slut grinded herself against my crotch,” Angel said audibly shuddering.  “It made me feel agonizing pain.”

“That bitch,” Vaggie snarled angrily.  “I hate her so much.  She spent the better part of the day literally lecturing me about etiquette and how I needed to follow all these 100-year-old rules to be Alastor’s perfect trophy wife.”

“Oh, God,” Angel replied.  “That sounds awful.  How did you take it?”

Vaggie scoffed and said, “Not very well.  I know.  Big surprise, right?  I’ve been pushing Rosie’s patience all day.  She and Alastor punished you in the most painful way imaginable just because I said something about Alastor she didn’t like when we went shopping for dresses.  I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help it.  She insulted Charlie.”

“I don’t blame ya,” Angel replied.

“Before that, Rosie made sit through a boring lunch and the same boring lecture twice in a row…” Vaggie ranted.

“Wait, twice in a row?” Angel asked confusedly.

“I drew an offensive doodle of Rosie instead of listening to her lecture the first time through,” Vaggie admitted.  “That’s probably why they made sure to make sure to make your punishment more painful…”

To Vaggie’s surprise, Angel started laughing.  He laughed for a good minute eventually pushing Vaggie to begin giggling herself.

“Oh, my God!” Angel said finally taking a breath.  “That’s hilarious, doll.  I can just imagine that look on that bitch’s face.  Tell me.  Was she pissed?”

“Absolutely livid,” Vaggie said.

“Oh, man,” Angel said.  “I wish I could see it for myself.”

Vaggie’s eye then noticed the old-fashioned vent on the ground.  She got on her knees to look at it, and as she examined it, she got an idea.

Vaggie picked up the vent grating, set it aside, and looked into the shaft. It looked like it also connected to Angel's room, so out of curiosity, she reached her arm down and to the right as far as she could.

“Vaggie, what are you doing?” Angel asked.  

“Angel, look into the shaft of your vent,” Vaggie said.  “Do you see my hand?”

Angel looked down into the vent shaft and saw Vaggie’s waving hand.

“Yeah, I see it,” Angel replied.  “What are you doing?”

Vaggie smiled and said, “Wait a second.”

She stood up, ran back to her room, grabbed the notebook off the dresser, and headed back into the bathroom.

Vaggie then tore her drawing of Rosie out of her notebook, wadded it into a ball, and stuck it into the vent making sure to roll the wadded-up ball as close to Angel as possible.

“Angel, I sent you something,” Vaggie said.  “Check it out.”

Angel opened the vent on his side, leaned over with his one good arm, picked up the crumpled paper ball, unfolded it, and started laughing hysterically.

Vaggie chuckled with him and asked, “You like it?”

“Vags,” Angel said.  “This is absolute gold!”

“Well, I had to do something to stay awake,” Vaggie said laying back against the wall.  “That lecture was so goddamn boring!  You should have heard the nonsense she was spouting then and while she made me try on all those old clothes at the store.”

“Did you take any real notes, babe?” Angel asked.

“Yeah, do you wanna hear Rosie’s bullshit etiquette advice?” Vaggie asked with a smile in her voice.  

“Fuck yeah,” Angel said.  “It ain’t like we have anything better to do.”

Vaggie picked up her notebook, turned the page to her notes, and read out loud in as posh a tone as she could muster, “Shoulders back, feet flat on the ground, back straight…”

“It sounds like she said that a lot,” Angel interrupted.

“You have no idea,” Vaggie said making her aggravation clear through her voice.

“Oh, do tell me more,” Angel teased.

“Maintain your beauty and your personal appearance to your husband’s taste,” Vaggie read.  “As a wife, you owe it to your husband to remain pleasing to him to retain his respect and his love.”

“Jesus Christ,” Angel muttered with a chuckle.  “Are you his wife or his employee?”

“That’s what I said,” Vaggie retorted.

“Keep going,” Angel goaded.  

“A lady doesn’t eat like an animal,” Vaggie continued reading.  “She uses her cutlery and her manners.”

“Fair point,” Angel replied.  “Fair point, but you don't eat like an animal anyway.  Why the hell does she need to teach you that?”

“I don’t know,” Vaggie said in frustration.  “She yelled at me for not properly introducing myself as Alastor's fiancée.  “God!  You should have heard her lecture me on modesty!”

Angel scoffed and said, “You?  Modest?  Was she serious?”

“She was dead fucking serious,” Vaggie replied with a groan before she read from her notebook again.  “‘Ladies do not use profanity.  It is unbecoming.  Do not raise your voice unless you're spoken to and given permission by your husband.  Do not make your feelings known.  It is a mark of good breeding to suppress undue emotion, whether of disappointment, of mortification, or laughter, of anger, or of selfishness in any form.  Do not make any vulgar comments. Don't laugh too loud...’  Oh, my God!”

“That shoulda killed ya,” Angel said.  

“It almost did,” Vaggie replied.  “I had to stay calm or Alastor would have made me watch his familiars hurt you again.  No, the shopping is what killed me.  She only let me pick out these old ass dresses from the ‘30s…No offense.”

Angel cackled and said, “None taken.”

“I wanted another dress, but she ripped it away from me because of Alastor’s dress code,” Vaggie continued sadly.  “God, I couldn’t believe it.  It’s something that seems so petty, but it was so humiliating.  It was like I wasn’t even a person.  It’s hard to explain...”

“It’s like you only existed to be someone else’s object?  Like you didn’t have a will of your own?  Like your only purpose was to please an asshole you don’t even care about?” Angel replied with unexpected sorrow behind his voice.

Vaggie fell silent.

“Believe me, babe,” Angel continued.  “I know exactly how you feel.  That was my whole fucking life.”

“It was?”

“Yeah, my father was the same.  He had a rule for everything.  I was a son of the don.  I had no choice.  I lied about being the firstborn son earlier, but I still had a role I had to play and hated every minute of it.  I had to be fucking perfect for his goddamn mob, and he hated me when he realized I wasn’t his perfect son like Arackniss was.  That I was a fag.  He tried to change me.  My mother kept him back until she died.  God rest her soul.  But then, he went into overdrive.  He poured all his hatred into my big turd of a brother and made him hate me, too.  The two of them did all they could to control my life.  The only one I could talk to was Molly, but she was losing her mind.  I was too until that night I overdosed.  I tried to do all he asked, but not a fucking thing I did was ever good enough for him.”

“Oh, my God.  Angel, I had no idea.”

“I don’t exactly like to talk about it.  Why do you think I’m strung up most of the time?  It’s funny.  I’ve stayed away from both their asses for the past 73 years only for me to become the property of another no-good motherfucker…”

“Valentino?”

Angel paused with a sad smile and said, “You really do know everything.”

“You are the most popular porn star in all of Hell,” Vaggie said.

“More like the most popular prostitute and slave to the most powerful pimp,” Angel said with a scoff.  “God, you think I would have figured it out after the first time.  I’ve fucked up enough for both lifetimes.  I’ll be much happier when I’m in heaven with my ma, finally on good terms with God, and have a dimension separating me and all those other fuckers.”

Vaggie remained quiet for a moment before flipping to a blank page, writing on the blank page, tearing it out, folding it up, and slipping the slip of paper to Angel through the vent.

Angel reached into the vent, picked up the piece of paper, and read: “Charlie and your mother would be so proud of you.”

Angel smiled and felt an unexpected tear come to his eye as he said, “I love you too, Vaggie.”

Just then, Vaggie heard a door open and the sound of a cart being pushed in.

“Angel?!” Vaggie asked nervously.

“There’s nothing on my end, babe,” Angel said.  “It’s on yours.  Just stay right here next to me.”

Vaggie sat next to the wall nervously.  But just as soon as the cart rolled in, the noise stopped, and the door shut and locked again.  

“It’s gone,” Vaggie said.  “But I need to investigate.”

“Vaggie, I’d rather you didn’t,” Angel pleaded.  

Vaggie stood up and said, “I have to get out of this bathroom eventually.  Besides, I think I know what it is.”

Before Angel could protest, Vaggie exited the bathroom and saw the cart before her.  It was just a simple dinner cart with a large bottle of water and a plate of food covered by a silver lid.  She lifted the tray and saw a dinner plate of Southern comfort food.  Fried chicken, fried okra, green beans, and macaroni and cheese.

“What?!” Angel exclaimed in surprise.

“What is it?” Vaggie asked anxiously as she picked up her tray and carried it to the bathroom.

“Another smoothie like the one Alastor drugged me with earlier just appeared out of nowhere,” Angel said.  “Must be my dinner.”

“Dinner?” Vaggie said angrily.  “Alastor gave me a tray of food.  Why isn’t he giving you anything to eat?”

Angel scoffed and said, “Isn’t it obvious, doll?  Alastor has me on a liquid diet.  He’s trying to starve me to make me weaker and more compliant.  I know it.  Valentino has used this method of torture on me before.”

Vaggie furrowed her brow and said, “Wait a second.”

Angel complied setting his smoothie down on top of the toilet lid as he settled back in his spot.  

Angel then heard the sound of another paper ball being rolled in his direction through the vent.  He looked down into the vent, picked up the ball, and unwrapped the paper to find a fried chicken drumstick.  

Without a second’s hesitation, Angel scarfed down the chicken until the bone was picked clean.

“Thanks, Vaggie,” Angel said.

“There’s more where that came from,” Vaggie said crumpling up more paper balls of food for Angel.  “But you need to give me back the bone first.”

“Why?” Angel asked confusedly.

“So that Alastor doesn’t suspect anything because of a missing bone,” Vaggie replied.

Angel smiled, rolled the bone back into the paper, rolled it back to Vaggie in the vent, and said, “You’re quite the clever bitch.  I underestimated ya.”

“Well, you don’t survive being a prostitute in the slums of El Salvador by being stupid,” Vaggie said picking up the paper ball with the bone and rolling some okra in a paper ball back to Angel.

“So, you really were a whore, huh?” Angel said picking up the paper ball and unwrapping it to find okra inside.  “I’m sorry.  I just can’t imagine you letting any douchebag do you for money.”

“I was a very different person six years ago.  I’m not exactly proud of it,” Vaggie said preparing more paper balls for Angel.  “Make sure you leave no trash.  I don’t wanna imagine what Alastor and Rosie would do should they find out about any of this.”

“Gotcha,” Angel said.  “Just like dumping a stash of drugs in the old days.”

Angel scarfed down his food, threw the paper in the toilet, used toilet paper to sweep up any crumbs that were left, threw that away, and flushed the toilet.

“Good work,” Vaggie said as she finished rolling the last paper ball of food.  “I’m almost done rolling all the paper balls.  Get ready.”  

“Thanks,” Angel said.  “And for the record, I was a very different person too about 73 years ago.”

After doing some quick math, Vaggie replied, “1947?”

“Yep,” Angel replied.  “2014?”

“Yes,” Vaggie said opening the vent to roll all the paper balls to Angel.  “Get ready, Angel.  I’m sending the food over now.”

“You’re a saint, Vaggie,” Angel said.  “I don’t know how to thank ya.”

“Keep recovering until we can escape,” Vaggie replied rolling the paper balls through the vent.  “That’ll be thanks enough.  That, and maybe, start taking your redemption work at the hotel more seriously.”

Angel scoffed as he picked up all his paper balls and said, “I tracked you down here, got captured trying to save you, and still insisted on not leaving without you even though I was given the chance to escape.  Doesn’t that count for anything?”

Vaggie paused for a moment as she settled in on her side to eat her half of the food before she replied, “You know what?  I think you’re right.  You just might be closer to repentance than I thought.”

“Awww, what a sincere compliment,” Angel retorted facetiously.  “I’m flattered.”

“Don’t get used to it,” Vaggie replied sarcastically prompting Angel to chuckle to himself before they both returned to eating her food.

The pair ate in silence until all the food was devoured and Angel had properly cleaned up his side and re-covered his vent.

When they were done, Angel asked, “Did you get enough to eat, babe?”

“Yeah,” Vaggie replied placing the last of the bones on her plate and covering the vent.  “Don’t worry about it.”

Vaggie stood up, exited the bathroom, and replaced the platter on the cart.  As soon as she did, the cart magically sped away.  The door opened by itself to let it out, then locked itself again once the cart was gone.

Vaggie sighed as she sat on the bed to figure out what to do next.  That was when she noticed the book The Taming of the Shrew sitting on the vanity.  Not having anything better to do, Vaggie picked up the book and carried it to the bathroom.

“Guess what I found on my vanity?” Vaggie asked.

“The Taming of the Shrew?” Angel asked.

“Yep,” Vaggie replied unenthusiastically.  “I must have held on to it when Rosie was dragging me up here.”

“That, or Alastor is being about as subtle as a bat to the face,” Angel replied with a scoff.

Vaggie snorted and replied, “No kidding.  Do you want me to read it to you this time?”

“Sure, I don’t mind hearing it,” Angel replied standing up.  “I can translate the bits you don’t understand.  Just wait a moment for me to grab my pillow and blankets.  Sitting on this floor is murder.”

“Alright,” Vaggie replied standing up and heading into her room to do the same thing.  

Vaggie grabbed her blankets and pillows and set up a bed on the floor right next to the vent.  

When she turned away to brush her teeth, Angel asked, “What are you doing, babe?”

“I made a bed, so I could sleep closer to you,” Vaggie said picking up her toothbrush and turning on and off the sink to make it wet before she put on the toothpaste.

“Awww, you do have a soft side,” Angel gushed.

“Shut up,” Vaggie said turning away to brush her teeth amidst Angel’s chuckles.  

When Vaggie was done, she shut off the light and settled into her bed.  Angel did the same in his while Vaggie began reading the play from the last place they had left off.

#alastor hazbin hotel #hazbinhotelvaggie #hazbinhotel #hazbin angel dust

[honeymoonjin]

A/N: chapter two is early too because I’m a real slut for procrastination it seems. Also, just a heads-up, the title chapters are all from actual lyrics of songs, but they aren’t necessarily songs on ZODIAC. I want to keep that stuff separate for the actual chapter content. Just so you know!

Synposis: Your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon, has gone missing. After acting erratic for a few weeks, spending all his time locked away in his studio, he suddenly vanishes into thin air, leaving only an unreleased album behind. Zodiac.

Chapter Two – I often dream of the past and how beautiful it was

“…but we don’t have audio, so if you need us to come in and get you out of there, you need to give us a visual cue, okay?”

You nod distractedly as Detective Park pulls you to a gentle stop outside the door. Jeon, trailing behind the two of you with a dark scowl, huffs in annoyance. “This is highly irregular,” he complains, “if he confesses in there, we’re still stuck with his word against hers.”

“Or he could let a vital clue slip that Y/n can pass onto us as a potential lead,” Park counters, turning to you. “Are you ready to go in? Remember, you just wave at the mirror at any point, and one of us will come in and get you. We’ll be right behind that glass.”

You don’t reply, and simply slip in the moment he scans through and opens the door. It closes reluctantly behind you, and you stare at the man who lazily turns to watch you sit down across from him.

He’s wearing a bulky multi-colored jacket and a cap on backwards, with a shock of bright blue hair poking out from underneath it, at odds with his dark eyebrows. You recognize him; of course you do. Apart from your boyfriend, he’s the biggest name in Korean music right now. Famed rapper Agust D sits across from you in a set of handcuffs chained to the table, taken into custody for…

“Did you kill him?” you ask weakly. “Or is he still shut up in a basement somewhere, wondering if he’ll ever see the sun again?”

The man sighs and reaches a hand up to adjust his cap, sticking his tongue into the side of his cheek when the chain pulls taut inches away from his head. He lowers his hands back onto the table with a metallic clink. “I wouldn’t know.”

You bite your lip and sniff. The room is so quiet with just the two of you. The sharpness of the stark fluorescent lights reflecting off every surface has you feeling a strange mixing of dread in your stomach. “Everyone I’ve talked to seems pretty sure you took him.”

Yoongi lets his head rest on an angle, observing you. “You met the incompetent detectives?”

“Th- What? Incompetent how?”

He scoffs, eyes sliding to the two-way mirror behind you. “RM’s been missing for what, a few hours? And yet they’re already locking me up like I showed up with a bloody knife. You think disappearances are that easily solved?”

You feel impossibly small, caught between the two forces on either side of you. “What do you mean?”

“This is a high-profile case,” he responds with a bored drone, as if it should be obvious to you, “and yet they’ve made no effort to track him down. Haven’t sent out any alerts, haven’t checked for any credit card trails. Nothing. They just busted into my studio and put me in handcuffs. There’s something else at play.”

“What?” Your brain is too addled to discern if he’s making sense or spouting nonsense.

“I don’t quite know yet,” he admits, “but something doesn’t add up. Either they want to get rid of me or they’re convinced they’re never going to find RM again.”

Your hand shoots up to cover your mouth. You muffle a sob and clear your throat. “They’re going to find him,” you say resolutely, although you’re not sure who you’re trying to convince.

He leans forward, dragging his cuffs against the table, causing you to flinch back. “Don’t you get it,” he growls, “they’re not even looking.”

You blink into the bright lights. “Why are you telling me this?”

He sits back, casting a wary gaze at the mirror behind you. Even though it’s just the two of you, he lowers his voice anyway. “If you want your boyfriend back, you’re going to have to find him yourself.”

“I don’t know why you care. Aren’t you two rivals or something?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Grow up, Y/n. All of that, it’s a show. You put a few insults into a verse and suddenly the fans go wild. We haven’t felt threatened by each other in years. It’s just business.”

You avoid his gaze, scratching at your wrist absentmindedly as you think back to what Joon had told you about his competition. Had he ever actually complained about it? You can’t recall.

Yoongi grows impatient with your silence. “He left behind something, didn’t he? He loved you, he wouldn’t just leave you with nothing.”

Your eyes shoot up to lock onto his. You go to lie, but you know he’s seen the truth in your reaction. “…an album,” you reveal reluctantly, “when I got to the studio, he had emptied everything off of his computer except a new album.”

Yoongi darts forward, leaning fully against the table, piercing you with his gaze. “Listen to it,” he hisses, “find someone who knows the industry, who knows about music. Someone you trust. Don’t listen to the detectives but don’t let them get suspicious.”

A noise from the glass behind you cuts off your reply. You hear footsteps in the hallway. Your eyes flicker worryingly towards the door, not yet opened. You swallow hard. “Why are you helping me?”

His face relaxes into something more vulnerable. “Music is my life,” he explains, “and if you don’t find RM and prove my innocence, I’m going to rot in here forever, unable to produce ever again.” The door opens and he slumps back into his chair, fire from his gaze completely extinguished.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Park frantically asks, rushing in to check you over as Jeon grabs the rapper by the shoulders and pushes him down into the chair roughly.

You watch the aggression with wide eyes, missing the way Jimin looks up over your head and glares meaningfully at his partner, who relaxes his grip into a more casual hold.

“Uh, I’m fine,” you say hurriedly, “it’s fine.”

“He didn’t tell you anything…useful?” Jeon asks.

You shake your head, wilting under his heavy gaze. “I- I don’t think it’s him, Detective Jeon. Maybe you should look into where Namjoon could’ve gone if he ran away?”

Jimin leans on the table and fixes you with a sympathetic gaze, rosy hair glowing against the lights. “We just need him to confess, Y/n. Then he can tell us where Namjoon is. Besides, didn’t you say Namjoon wasn’t the type to run away?”

“Come on,” Jeon commands brusquely, picking up Yoongi and marching him towards the open door. You stare after them, but Yoongi doesn’t turn his head again and the two of them disappear around the corner.

Don’t let them get suspicious. You look up and send Park a sheepish smile. “You’re right, I did say that. Sorry, I’m just…It’s a lot to handle.”

His face softens, and his hand comes forward to pat yours as it rests on the table. “I know, I know. It’s been a stressful time for us all. Now, the younger brother called, he stopped by the studio to find we had all left! I told him I’d drop you off at Kim Seokjin’s house, that’s where he is at the moment. I think you should spend the next few days with your loved ones and let us handle the hard stuff. Give yourself time to grieve, you know?” His eye twitches.

“Grieve?” you question in an incredulous tone, “he’s been missing for less than a-”

“I misspoke,” he hastily interjects, “that’s not what I meant at all, I apologize.” He sends you another warm smile, but his eyes don’t crinkle at the edges. “Alright, let’s go.”

You hold your tongue, but you make sure to take a note of the strange gut feeling you receive. “Okay.”

Taehyung takes you into his arms the moment you step into the foyer of Jin’s massive home. “Y/n,” he gushes, “I was so worried about you!”

You let him squeeze all the air out of you, secretly relishing in the tight embrace yourself. “It’s okay,” you muffle into his shoulder, “I’m here.”

You had spent plenty of time with Taehyung before…all of this happened, and he was almost like a brother to you. A little younger than you, he had quickly latched on when he saw you were getting close with the middle Kim.

“Y/n.” A little less close to you was the eldest Kim. Neither Namjoon nor Taehyung seemed to talk about him that much, although you had gleaned that he was a heavy hitter in the legal sector, a named partner in one of Seoul’s reputable law firms. He was busy, and generally seemed happy to keep his distance. In fact, you hadn’t met him properly, since he didn’t even attend the family Christmas parties Joon had taken you to over the past few years.

“Jin, it’s good to see you. A shame that it’s under such bad circumstances, but…”

“Have a seat,” he says simply, looking simultaneously casual and unbelievably expensive in white shirt and charcoal trousers. “Do you want a drink?”

“Oh, n- no thank you.” The tall man downs the rest of his own glass, a dark amber liquid, then disappears to refill it. You turn to the artificial redhead in front of you. “Taehyung, did you hear about Min Yoongi?”

He nods somberly. “Crazy, huh? And that guy won’t even tell us what he did with hyung.” His face crumples and you wince at your poor choice in conversation.

“I, uh, I don’t think it was him, though, T.”

He looks up at you with miserable eyes. “How come?”

“I’m sure one of the detectives told you I went to talk to him. He didn’t do anything, I’m sure of it. He thinks there’s som-” You cut yourself off, not trusting that Tae wouldn’t immediately pass on anything you tell him to Park and Jeon. “I think maybe Namjoon did run away,” you end lamely.

Taehyung breathes out slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know, Y/n. It just doesn’t seem like him. I think we need to leave this to the experts, you know?”

You shift, feeling the USB stick dig into the flesh of your backside. “Yeah. Okay.”

Taehyung continues on, undeterred by your lack of conviction. “Besides, I gave them a bunch of ideas of people who didn’t like him. Min, obviously, but there are plenty of other artists who he rapped about that maybe did something?”

You bite your lip. “I just hope they explore multiple avenues instead of waiting for Yoongi to confess when he might not even have done it.” You let out an unsteady breath and bury your face in your hands. “Even if we couldn’t have him back, I just wish I knew where Namjoon was. If he’s oka-” Your voice breaks and all the coughing and swallowing in the world won’t remove the lump in your throat. You fall into a melancholic silence until Taehyung sighs and stands up.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, bending over to give you an awkwardly angled hug, “I wanted to stick around longer, but I’ve got work this afternoon and it’s too late notice to get cover. Besides,” he adds as an afterthought, “I think I could do with a distraction to get my mind off this. I might go crazy if I think about it any longer.”

You smile sadly and squeeze his hand. “I know what you mean.”

Taehyung leaves quickly, and before you can wonder about what’s taking the eldest so long, he’s returning seconds after the front door closes.

Even though you declined his offer, he’s carrying two glasses, and he places one in front of you. You glance up at him questioningly as he sits directly beside you on the couch.

“I’m not condoning alcoholism, but a drink to take the edge off might do you good,” he explains, “you look like you’re a piece of glass ready to snap.”

“Thanks,” you mutter bitterly.

He shuffles a little closer and gives you a soft smile. You’re startled at the sweetness behind it, and the way his cheeks puff up when he does, making him look less business-savvy and more kind. “I wanted to ask,” he says gently, “if you’d like to stay here for a few days. I know we don’t know each other as well as we perhaps should by now, but I couldn’t forgive myself if I let you sleep alone in that apartment.”

You stare into the cloudy depths of the glass in front of you. “I don’t know. All of my stuff is there. All of his stuff is there.”

“I can send someone over,” he assures, “it’s no trouble at all. I think we all need to stick together in a time like this.”

He wraps an arm around your shoulders. You reach out to take a sip from your glass, wincing as it lights up your throat. “I guess so.”

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Too Sweet. Part- 12 BTSVampire!au

Genre: Angst/ Fluff? (I’m sure there will be some elements of fluff eventually) / M(Mature themes) / Descriptions of blood and…other things/ Supernatural

Biased: You X Yoongi X Jungkook X Vampire!au BTS

Type: Vampire!au

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Last night.

“So you’ve been here all night,” He furrowed his brows finding that very hard to believe. “and Jimin was keeping you company?”

Jungkook laid back comfortably, legs propped up on the railing of the end of the bed. He had a coy smile as if he believed Jin couldn’t put the pieces together that he looked suspicious. “All night.” 

“Ok,” Despite his distrust, he had to get back to his guest. “well, I’m gonna head back.” To his surprise, Jin left the room without a lick of suspicion that he could detect.

Jimin stumbled out of the closet, taking in a much-needed breath of air. “That was too close.” He took a seat on the chair near his bed.

“I didn't get to finish talking to her.” He pouts.

“Well, that’s tough. But I am never doing that again, Jin would’ve actually killed me.” He laughed in relief, running his hand through his hair gently. “I’m curious, what did you two talk about?”

“I tried to apologize and I also told her that we have a connection and it’ll only be a matter of time before shes my permanent feeder, and then she acted all scared for no reason.” He smacked his teeth. “I have a power greater than she knows and she’ll be in for a rude awakening when I can fully unleash it.”

Jimin cut his eyes to the younger one. “What?”

“I told her that eventually, she’d be my-”

“I heard you, but why would you tell her that? Don’t you realize that'll make her spite you more? She’s experienced the aftermath of your feeding and that screwed up her everything.”

“That was Yoongi.”

He knows it wasn’t just Yoongi.

“It was both of you, but mainly you. They’ve bonded on multiple occasions. If it was him she would have had this problem by now.” Jimin almost smiled, knowing Yoongi reached a point of closeness with someone that not all vampires of his kind could do. “I hate to burst your bubble but, I have a feeling that Yoongi isn’t about to give her up for anyone. He’ll share, but that’s about it.”

Jungkook made a thoughtful expression. “It’ll wake up soon,” He smirked, “you know that, don’t you?”

Jimin doesn’t say anything, he instead gets up. “We don’t even know if it will Jungkook, you’re still part human...”

“I know you all can sense it because I can too, my time is nearer than we all think.” He cuts his gaze to Jimin with a smirk.

“You’re spouting nonsense and you know it.” Jimin rolls his eyes, disregarding the younger one's threats. “Don’t let Jin hear you talking like that.” Jimin pushes his hair back, trying his best not to show the fact that he was bothered by Jungkook’s statement.

He inevitably left the room, being in that Jungkook’s presence any longer would probably drive him crazy. Remembering his previous promise to reward you for your cooperation, he goes to search for you.

Given Jungkook’s cesspool of mischievous thoughts right now, he thought it might’ve affected others in the building. But tonight is surprisingly quiet, calm even. Your scent was oddly faint right now, it took a few minutes for him to actually find your location. 

Of course. 

He sighed, it’ll be hard to get to you now, you’re in Yoongi’s room. Taking his chances, he tiptoed to Yoongi’s bedroom door, opened it slightly and peeked inside. You were in there sleeping on the bed but Yoongi was nowhere to be seen. A spark of mischief came to his eyes, the things he wanted to do- Were better left unsaid. Despite being under the influence of the moon, he chose to restrain his desires, a little. As he prepared to enter to room, he was shoved inside and pinned to the wall by the arm.

“What is wrong with you?” Yoongi kept his voice quiet, presumably not to wake you—but his tone was still cold.

Jimin recoiled, he had never seen any type of physical aggression from Yoongi, ever. He swallows, eyes darting to you then Yoongi who was slowly cutting off the blood circulation in his arm.

“Ahh-” He winced, “H-hyung, what’re you talking about?”

The audacity.

Yoongi drags him out of the room and closes the door quietly. “You convinced her talk to Jungkook, did you not?”

Jimin hung his head low like a scolded child, not sure how he should answer him. “Yeah...I did.” 

“Jin forbid them from any type of one-on-one interaction. You used your ability and made her do something that could have hurt her. If it wasn’t for our bond, I wouldn’t have known what was going on.” He took in the flustered expression on Jimin’s face and quickly understood what would have commenced had you not been in his room. After all of this, Jimin was still gonna take your blood?

“And you were gonna feed on her...” Yoongi scoffs. “You must be out of your mind if you think I’m gonna let you fucking touch her after that.” 

“Hyung, it’s my feeding cycle,” He confessed, a desperate plea undertoning his words, “and her scent is-”

Before Jimin could beg for a chance at your blood tonight Yoongi walked into his room and shut the door on his face. 

He wondered, what made Jimin do such a thing? Knowing it was dangerous and could potentially get him in a lot of trouble, but the thought that Jimin was capable of jeopardizing your safety made his chest tighten. 

“Yoongi?...” You called, slowly sitting up and rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands. 

“What time is it?” 

“Late...” He moves to sit on the edge of the bed. “You were sleeping hard, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Oh, I guess I should go to my room then.” You rolled out of the bed and began to make your way out and he didn’t stop you. Not that you were expecting him to, Yoongi is easily drained when it comes to affection and he’s definitely had his fair share tonight. 

“Night’...” 

“H-” You clear your throat, “Hello?...” Your voice was groggy from just waking up seconds ago.

Hi, sweetie! Good morning. Your mom chirped.

You sat up, wiping your tired eyes. “Good morning, how are you?”

I’ve been good, missing you but I’m good. How have you been? I know your semester just started again. 

It didn’t seem like it ever stopped.

“School is good, everything is good...” You yawned. “I miss you guys though.”

We miss you too, but we’re happy you’re doing what you love. 

You thought, Am I really though?

Well, I’m gonna let you go, I love you.

“Alright, love you too, bye...” 

You might as well get up now. 

Groggily, you crawled out of bed with the intent of taking a nice long shower before starting your day. The events of last night replayed in your mind as the warm water tumbled down your skin. Jimin really deceived you. You knew it was partially due to his feeding cycle but that’s no excuse, you trusted him and he almost got you seriously hurt. It’s gonna take some time before you can fully trust him again. 

You suddenly heard a knock on your door. “Just a minute!” 

You hopped out of the shower and dried off, you assumed whoever was at the door was here to tell you your were late for something. 

It’s me.

You pause as you slip on your rosy silk robe, that’s Yoongi’s voice... Yoongi? You forgot about the bond, you two still have it, it must be stronger than ever these days. Thinking that he probably wanted blood, you quickly scurried to the door and opened it.

“Yoongi,” You smile, “Good morning.”  

“Morning,” His eyes sweep over you, “can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course...” You let him in, hand fastened on your robe. He walks over to your desk, taking a seat on your dolly chair with a soft expression on his face. “Do you need blood?” 

“Yeah but-” He looked away briefly, “Get dressed first.”

You grinned, he’s thinking about your comfort as always, insisting that you’re not overly exposing yourself in efforts to feed him. That’s what you find most charming about him, his ability to show so much restraint but have his desire be so obvious to you. 

“Alright, I’m done.” He nods at your words and stands to his feet, stretching his arms sleepily. You two meet each other halfway and he immediately leans down to meet your neck and bites into the tender flesh. Suddenly, there was no strength in your legs and you stumbled against him. “S-sorry.” You grabbed hold of his shirt and used him as leverage.

He continued to guzzle down your blood, despite having to support you. He actually knew what the problem was, you're just physically reacting to a mental relief. There’s no denying that you two share a bond dependent on his hunger and your willingness to give blood. You’re so desperately willing to give blood to him, it’s almost like an obligation to you. He almost feels guilty for it, but when you reassure him he feels better about it. 

He pulls away, licking the stray blood at the corner of his lips. “I know you have somewhere to be.” 

“Yeah but that was quick...”

“That was at least two minutes.”

“Was it?” You blush at the realization that you basically just lost your sense of time just from one feeding. “I didn’t even notice, maybe because you’ve fed a lot longer before...”

“Yeah,” He trails off to sit on the edge of your bed, ”I’ve tried not to exhaust you-” He paused when you heard the knock on your bedroom door.

It’s me, Kitten. 

That’s Namjoon in your head you, hence the nickname.

 Before you can answer, he enters the room. The man blessed with the dimples of the heavens graced both you and Yoongi with his presence.

“Good morning, Y/n,” He glances at Yoongi who was seemingly uninterested in his arrival. 

“Good morning.” You smile, trying to ignore the slight burn on your neck.

“Are you okay? I heard about what happened last night.”

“I’m okay.” You furrow your brows. “Wait, how did you know? I haven’t told anyone yet-“

“Hoseok told me.”

“Oh, does Jin know?...” 

“I’ll tell him,” Yoongi interjected.

“Ok well, you have another lesson with me this morning,” His eyes scan your daily ensemble, “are you ready?”

“Yeah...” You glance at Yoongi, a look on your face that Namjoon could read easily.

“Come with me.” Namjoon beckons you out of your room with a hand and you follow with a bit of hesitance until you see that Yoongi had vanished.

You quicken your pace so you could catch up with him. Another Vampire history lesson was on the agenda and you were actually getting pretty tired of it. But what can you expect? They want you to be well educated in the aspects of their race.

You two sat at the same study table, he sat a heavy book in front of you and told you to read. 

“Can’t you give me a lecture instead? You always make me read, always.” You pout, pushing the book away from you. 

“Reading is beneficial, I’m proof of that.” 

“You’re intellectual, by nature.”

“So are you, I just have to pull it out of you. As difficult as that may be, I’m up for the task.” He grins, a teasing glint in his eyes. He sighs. 

“Fine.” He sits his book and glasses down. He takes you back to a small room with a chalkboard and a few chairs.

“This is a small lecture room reserved for projects but we’ll use it for today.” He brought a few books and spread them out across the desk in the front of the class. 

“Sit in the front seat right there.” You took your seat and waited patiently. 

“Alright,” He went to the chalkboard and started writing out somethings, it read, ‘feeding cycles for Pure Bloods.’ He drew a line under the words and looked at you with crossed arms, “get your notebook out, you need to take notes on this.” He grabs a book from the table and sits halfway up against the desk. 

“Alright, we’ll continue on the discussion of Pure Bloods, all bloodlines that we have here at least. We’ll start with Seokjin, he’s a part of the oldest breed of Pure Bloods, simply called a Pure in the academic world. I know you’re well aware of his abilities; empathy, healing energy, neuro-linguistic programming AKA hypnosis, he’s gifted with those abilities. Now Jin, in particular, has the ability to sustain from the consumption of blood for long periods of time and deny the natural craving for it. It’s quite phenomenal actually, there’s only a handful of people in the world like him.” 

“Doesn’t he need blood? If he can go without it, what does that mean? And does he not have a feeding cycle?”

“Well, they don’t consider it a feeding cycle for Pure’s, it’s more like a biological need on the full moon. He doesn’t get ravenous or crazy like some of us, it’s just a time where his body tells him what he needs.” Namjoon tight-lip grins at your thoughtful expression.

“You never talk about your feeding cycle, do you have one?...” You somewhat feel hesitant to ask but your curiosity will always get the best of you.

“Yes.” His smirks.

“When is it?”

“Right now actually.” He nonchalantly turns the page of his book and you furrow your brows—now?!

“What? How come you’re not going crazy or- I don’t know, you seem perfectly fine to me.” Namjoon conducts himself as if it were any other day. If it were Hoseok or Jimin, it would be a completely different story. 

He sighs, walking toward you with an amused smile. “When it comes to my cycle, I put a lot of effort into making sure those around me don’t detect it. I can use Brainwashing, manipulative Hypnosis, Mental Domination, Telepathic Manipulation to ensure that it goes undetected. Like right now, I put myself under an illusion.

“How so?...” 

“I can’t really smell your blood all that much right now. I’ve made it so that I can block out the scent for a little while. I’ve been doing it since you woke up. Whenever Yoongi feeds on you though, the scent is amplified so I had to do something.” His pinches his node bridge all of a sudden then take a moment to inhale and exhale steadily. “But I manage my dear, so don’t worry about me.”

You nod slowly. “Alright...”

“Now, where were we?”

“He did what!?” 

Jin was irate, pacing around his study with clenched fists, Yoongi calmly sat with an irritated expression.

“I only found out because of our bond, I suddenly linked to her and I felt that she was scared so I asked her where she was. When she didn’t reply I asked Hoseok to go and get her for me and that’s when she told me what happened.” 

Jin couldn’t believe that Jimin would involve himself in such a cruel act. He had his suspicions about Jimin skimping on the medication but his doubts are now confirmed.

“He’s been skipping his medication, he probably thought he could handle this cycle.” Jin could only imagine the amount of damage that could’ve been done had Jungkook really done something. “I am going to have a strong talking to with the both of them. How’s Y/n? Is she okay?”

Yoongi’s gaze drifted from Jin to the window in thought. “She told me that Jungkook told her that she will be his permanent feeder and he has a power greater than anyone really knows, I don’t know what he meant by that but she was frightened by it.”

He visibly froze.

“He’s talking about his father's ability. Even though he’s a hybrid his dad’s abilities are no joke, no amount of human or other breeds can overpower the DNA that he has flowing through his veins. That’s why they’re the head family, their bloodline has gon untainted for centuries longer than any other breed, that is until Jungkook came around. I met with his father and he explained that he was willing to marry a hybrid woman, even if that meant the family bloodline would be put in jeopardy, he loved her that much.” Jungkook’s father only wishes he could help his son more. He doesn’t know a thing about being a hybrid, especially a part-human hybrid, he trusts Jin with all of that.

“If he claims his powers are awakening then we need to get him to his family, they’ll know how to properly deal with it.” Jin groans at the thought of Jungkook resisting going, the boy loves his family but he prefers living here. “Or I can call his uncle, I’ve been meaning to invite him over for some time now, he’ll definitely know what to do.”

“Isn’t he the other man who’s currently trying to find a way to take Y/n off your hands?” 

“Yeah, but he respects my school, he won’t just take her,” Jin explains, reminding himself that despite the wants Rain had hinted, you were safe under the CB regulations. “I’ll call him and see if he can come today.”

Yoongi nods before getting up to exit the room, Jin is in the process of dialing Rain’s number when he looks up at Yoongi. “Where are you headed to?”

“Namjoon’s study, he’s tutoring her there right now.”

“Alright, please tell her to find me after that, I need to talk to her.” Yoongi nods and Jin brings the phone to his ear.

As Yoongi makes his way out of the room, he feels a shift in the air. His normally calm senses come to a standstill and he frowns, that’s Jimin’s scent. At one point, Jimin was his medical feeder, meaning Jimin was a safe one of the very few vampires who could safely feed to ill Vampires. But since you came along, he hasn’t needed it and this is the first time in a while that he’s really smelled Jimin’s blood. The scent didn’t trigger hunger in him, but a curiosity.

Yoongi set out to follow the fragrance, hoping to find out why he’s picking it up all of a sudden. He’s only more confused when it leads him to the same ward Jungkook is staying in. Yoongi takes the liberty to open the door and two pairs of eyes stare back at him. 

“Hyung,” Jimin is reading a book on the couch and Jungkook is on his phone, “is everything ok?”

“Yeah...” Yoongi looks at Jimin, who looks perfectly fine, not a bite wound on him—what’s going on? “Jimin,” JImin looks at Yoongi with a nervous swallow, “did someone drink your blood?”

Jimin tilted his head, Yoongi’s question catching him off guard. “No, not today. I haven’t fed to anyone but you and Selkie, and that was months ago.” Selkie was a girl from the east country who had a crippling sickness and her body rejected all the human blood they gave her. They had requested a Vampire feeder and Jimin was immediately sent out, at a hefty price of course.

“For some reason, I can smell you all the way from Jin’s office, I don’t know why.” Jimin spares Jungkook a perplexing glance.

“Oh,” Jimin thinks for a moment, “maybe it’s my feeding cycle, it’s pretty much over but I might still be going through the swings in my scent.” 

“Maybe.” With that, Yoongi leaves the room, leaving both Jungkook and Jimin puzzled. Yoongi went back on his original path, to check up on you and Namjoon. He easily finds the study and he can hear Namjoon going on about something academic and he quietly enters the room.

“Donors were implemented 2 or three centuries back, it’s fairly new. It allows Vampires to get the human blood that they need legally and in an orderly fashion.” 

Namjoon glances back when your eyes left him to look at Yoongi who was walking over to the chair near the wall.

“Nice of you to join us, we were just about to take a break.” Namjoon puts his book down and you relax into your seat.

“You said after that I would be done for this morning.” You cross your arms, a pout present on your lips.

“I had to say something to get you to stop asking.” He laughs at your offended expression before shaking his head. “I’m just kidding, we’re done for today.”

“Thank you.” You get up from your chair and stretch your arms, “Yoongi?” You acknowledge him being there verbally, and with you having to ask, he answers your question.

“Jin asked me to tell you to find him when you’re done, he wants to talk to you.” 

“Oh, ok I guess I’ll go find him.” You walk out of the room in search of Jin and Namjoon looks at Yoongi in suspicion.

“What does Jin want to talk to her about.” Namjoon decides to pry despite being able to rake through Yoongi’s mind for the answer.

“He just wants to make sure she’s ok after what happened last night.”

“Nothing else?”

Yoongi shoots him a knowing look. “You know what else.”

“Yeah, I do. I heard about the little incident with Jungkook, he said his powers are awakening and Jin wants to call his uncle.” He pauses. “I wonder if that’s a good idea. Rain is considered an elder, even if this is Jin’s University, Rain is pretty influential. And I know he was interested in meeting Y/n.”

“Yeah, I know...”

The implication struck a nerve in Yoongi, he didn’t care for the thought of someone wanting you like you were some type of property. But what right does he have to share his opinion on what’s done with you? He doesn’t.

“Jin?” 

You finally found Jin, having his tea in the courtyard like he does every other day.

“Y/n, how was your lesson, my dear?” You idly make your way to the seat beside him and he asked one of the maids to pour you a cup and you thanked her. 

“It was good.” You pick up the tiny cup and sip the warm liquid

“What’d you learn about?”

“I learned about Pure Blood feeding cycles actually, it was interesting.” 

“Oh? What did you find most surprising?”

“Well, I didn’t know you didn’t Namjoon had a feeding cycle, I thought he just- I don’t know, just drank blood when he was hungry.” 

“Namjoon is excellent at hiding his feeding cycle, sometimes I can’t even detect it. He also has the ability to suppress the need for blood in others, though he’s only done it a handful of times.” They had an incident with Taehyung’s feeding cycle that called for forced suppression, it was difficult and he had to take it easy for a few hours, but it worked.

“Why does he suppress it?”

“You’d have to ask him. But I have to talk to you about what happened last night.”

“Oh, the situation with Jimin...” 

“Yes. I was pretty upset to hear that he took you to meet Jungkook, especially given his current issues.”

“He always has a current issue.”

“Yeah but this time it’s not under his control.” Jin sits his cup down, eyes glued on you. “He’s experiencing something genetic and there’s nothing he can do to suppress it himself, not that I know of at least.”

“What can help him then?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Jin’s grin makes a suspicion rise within you.  “He has an uncle, Rain, the director of governmental relations with the human world. He’s a younger elder that’s respected in our community, he knows Jungkook well and he can help explain what’s happening to him.”

“Oh.” You tilt your head, finding it odd that he would need to inform you of this. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Rain is-” Jin pauses, brows squinting all of a sudden. “Is here apparently.” 

Jin stands up suddenly and when you look up to see where he’s headed to, and that’s when your eyes land on one of the people who work in the front lobby. He says something to him and Jin looks back at you with a smile when he beckons you over.

“He’s here?”

“He’s on his way, I have to make sure he gets a warm welcome. You can join the other students in the feeding hall.” Jin goes his own way and you go yours. 

Now all you can think is, how important is this Rain guy? He sounds like the type of guy who has a lot of power and uses it for whatever he sees fit. It made you wonder if you should be concerned at all. I mean, with blood like yours, you fear anything could happen if the person is insistent on you bending to their will. Then again, you could just be overthinking this—it’s not like you’re that big of a deal, right?

“So, I heard my uncle is coming to see me.” Jungkook coos, a snarky expression on his face as Jimin rolls his eyes.

“How did you find that out?”

“I got one of the students to tell me.” Jungkook sighs, getting up to walk over to the closet. “I’m gonna get freshened up, uncle likes a tidy appearance.” Jimin watched Jungkook rake through his clothes.

Rain has only visited the university a handful of times and each time the meeting was brief. The Jeon family is one an interesting one in Jimin’s eyes. They’re some of the only vampire bloodlines with supernatural abilities that transcend beyond manipulation, hypnosis, etc. They can levitate objects, burn things with a glance, at least that’s what he’s heard. It’s rare that they use those abilities out in the open, it’s sort of a sacred thing. 

While Jimin monitors Jungkook, Jin is waiting for Rain in the main entrance and for the first time in a long time. For the first time in a while, he’s a little nervous. 

Jin looks up from his pacing and he could feel Rain’s presence, it’s one of the most prominent scents in his bloodline, more so than Jungkook’s father. Jin straightens his collar and walks to where Rain’s driver drops him off and sees the man exiting the car. 

“Jin,” Rain catches his eye and Jin leans over to shake his hand, “your school is the finest I’ve yet to see, as always.” The man's aura emits a coldness, a sense of status and importance like none other. His onyx hair and piercing black eyes were so similar to Jungkooks, you could tell right off the bat that they’re related.

“How was your trip?” Jin smiles brightly as Rain and his assistant follow him  into the university

“Boring, but not terrible.” He walks in and students can’t look away, it’s obvious that he is up there in the rankings given the way Jin seems to tend to his every action—his suit pristine and most probably custom made. “So, how is my  nephew doing?”

“I really don’t know.” Jin sighs. “He’s taking a test right now but last time I checked on his he was talking about his awakening.”

Rain stiffens, stalling in his tracks and a smile creeping onto his face. “He can experience my kind’s awakening? A hybrid?”

“That’s mostly why I called you here, I don’t know. But if he can awaken, it’s not safe for me to try and handle this without guidance from a Pure Blood family member.” Jin walks Rain through the entry hall to the dorms and through the inner courtyard. They end up at one of Jin’s favorite rooms, the art gallery and he instructs a few maids to get them some tea and refreshments. “I’m just uneasy about how I should go about this.”

“What type of blood has he been consuming?”

“Mostly animal blood.”

“Any human blood?” Rain raises a brow, knowing the answer anyway.

“Well, we had an incident with a student not too long ago. You’ve heard of her, her blood is quite special, he attacked her for it and I think that might be the trigger for his behavior.”

“Oh, yes, that girl I wanted you to send my way.” He chortles, sipping his tea. “I could smell her as soon as I arrived on campus. If he fed on her, I can see why it would trigger an awakening. Even with a palette of my caliber, her blood smells tempting.” 

“Well, her blood has stirred up quite the ruckus in the campus, but I make sure things don’t get out of hand. There is only a handful of people that I allow to feed on her, her blood has addictive qualities.”

“I hear Min Yoongi feeds on her, doesn’t he have a chronic illness that makes his body reject human blood? And her blood is somewhat of a cure?”

Jin wavers in thought with his answer. “Yes, in order for him to continue living without chronic pain and lose control of his families gifting, he needs her blood.”

“That’s incredible...” Rain stands to his feet, surprising Jin. “Take me to her, I want to try her blood for myself.” The nonchalant manner in which he insinuated that he need not ask for permission made Jin realize what he’s dealing with.

“Alright, I’ll have one of the maids escort you to the lower floor and I’ll meet you there with her.” Rain agrees and Jin goes to find you.

Meanwhile...

“Y/n, you should join my study group, we’d be able to hang out more often.” Chaseon sits beside you with a book in hand, she was studying for her last final tomorrow. 

“That sounds like fun,” You nod to yourself. You’ve been busy dealing with this whole feeder drama. You’re constantly fearing for your life with Jungkook and worrying about your relationship with Yoongi. It’s hard to keep up a social life.

“Have you decided what you’re gonna do over break?”

“I think I’ll go visit my family.” You beam at the thought. “I haven’t seen them in a long time.

“I think I’m going to-” 

“Excuse me Chaseon,” Jin suddenly appears, cutting Chaseon off in his wake, “but I need Y/n to steal Y/n for a moment.” Jin gestures for you to get up and you do.

“Oh,” She furrows her brow, “okay, I’ll talk to you later then.” Jin is walking off quickly and you skip to catch up with him.

“Sorry, Seonnie!” You send your apologies as you follow behind Jin closely. Jin explains to you that Rain is here and your heart starts to beat harder in anxiety. Rain. The man you’ve heard little about but has apparently done his research on you. If he’s related to Jungkook, you can only imagine how this encounter will go. You swallow a lump in your throat and brace yourself for whatever you’re about to walk into.

Jin stops in front of the door and looks at you. “Just remember, he’s royalty. Be respectful and you’ll be fine.” Those words were meant to calm you but they only provoked your thoughts, but you nod nonetheless. “

“Here she is.” Jin chirps and you walk timidly from behind him to see what you’re dealing with.  “Y/n, this is director Rain.”

He has an aura. It permeates the air and you can almost feel the supremacy tumbling off of him in heavy waves. His eyes don’t leave you and he stands to his feet, taking a moment to evaluate the tiny girl that’s currently in front of him. Your scent hit’s him when you walk toward him with small steps and look up at him before bowing.

“It- it’s nice to meet you, sir.” Your stance wavers when you look up at his perfectly sculpted face. He appears as if he stands about 6 feet tall and you twiddle your fingers.

“The pleasure is all mine. I’m glad I can finally put a face to the name.” He reaches to your side to take your hand and bring it to his mouth to peck. 

“I’m going to sample your blood, are you alright with that?”

“Yes, sir.” You nod, voice so low you can barely hear yourself.

“I’m excited to see what all the fuss is about. I heard you drove my nephew Jungkook to feed on you, you must really be something for him to attack you for it.” He knew it was but he felt like making a little conversation would settle your obvious apprehension. “I apologize on his behalf.”

“Thank you...”

“Jin,” Rain looks over at him, “do you train your donors on how to bare themselves for feeding? Or is that old tradition long gone from these modern-day liberations.” He takes a seat and you stand out of place and quite frankly a little confused.

“Well, that practice is very old, the new generation of donors would think it’s degrading so I don’t teach it.” Jin walks over to sit in the chair beside Rain as you stay standing and puzzled. “She doesn’t know it, and I rather it stays that way.” Jin makes brief eye contact with you before looking back at Rain to realize that it didn’t matter what he didn’t want you to learn. When you’re with Rain, you are under his authority.

“I prefer it that way when I’m sitting, I hate when a donor has to lean down to me.” Rain seems to entertain the thought of his preferred method and he gazes at you adjusting your stance. “If you would, have a seat.” He’s looking up at you with an expectant glint in his eyes, waiting for you to comply.

You furrow your brows, bewildered. “Where sir?...”

“Right where you’re standing lamb, sit with your legs folded under you.” As odd as this seemed, you thought it would be better if you did what he said. You slowly sit on the floor in front of him with your hands in your lap and your cheeks beginning to burn at the lowering position.

“Bare your neck to me.” His command is soft but intended to sound serious without completely frightening you. You do as he says, moving your hair from your shoulder and tilting your head so he can see your neck clearly. 

“Perfect.” He leans forward to cup your jaw for leverage and sinks his teeth into your flesh. He can taste the remanence of someone's venom but your flavor is enough to overpower it. As soon as he swallowed his first gulp, he understood why someone would be willing to attack you for it. He’s never had blood with such a balance of flavor and heat. It almost warms his insides the more he drinks, it’s euphoric. At this point, you sit, taut and shaking as he takes his time savoring all you are. 

“S-..” You whine but you’re looking at Jin for salvation and you almost cry when he looks away. Jin averts his eyes out of respect, but due to the feeding, your scent is amplified and distracting, and on top of that, he knows you’re in pain. 

Rain pushes against your neck so that there is but an atom of space between his mouth and your skin. You wail in pain at the force of his bite. His fangs are so sharp, they feel like they’re on fire and you’re tempted to reach up to hold on to him but you’re afraid to anger so you stay still. He slowly pulls away and grins in amusement when you furrow your brows at the sting.

“My, my, my, your blood is of the finest quality, it’s delicious.” He brushes your jaw with his index finger. “I appreciate your compliance.” That’s often said after feeding in the older generations. He sits back in his chair, licking the blood from his lips and trying to compile another sentence. With an uneasy breath, you subconsciously reach up to touch the wound but he frowns and pulls your hand gently, making you flinch away with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry, you’re probably not aware. Traditionally, if you touch where you’ve been bitten in front of me, it’s disrespectful, it means you don’t want my scent there.” He lets go of your hand and you cower in embarrassment.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean any harm.” All the blood rushes out of your face. “It’s a habit-”

“It’s alright,” He extends a hand for you to grab so you have something to help you stand. “I’ll show you how to do this properly tonight. But that will be all, for now, you’re dismissed.” He shoos you away and before leaving you to send Jin an odd expression. When you leave the room, Rain looks at Jin, serious about what he’s about to say.

“You’ve had her blood before?” Rain’s been holding that question in for when you left.

“Once, it was for an emergency. It is the finest blood I’ve ever tasted.”

“So, I’m sure you know there will be families and officials willing to do whatever it takes to take her from you.” Jin nods reluctantly. “Has it always been that sweet? Is this new? And did she have an extraction treatment? I could tell the blood is turned.” Of course, Rain could sense a change like that, he can detect even the slightest imperfection in blood.

“She did. And as far as the flavor goes, it fluctuates in potency and strength depending on her physical health.” 

“I see why you didn’t want me to have her visit me the first time, I wouldn’t have given her back.” He laughs but Jin finds none of that sentence amusing. “Is she betrothed?”

Jin blinks in disbelief, is he really asking that right now? 

“No, no of course not. She’s barely out of her teens and she’s just a human donor, they don’t get betrothed unless they’re from royal families.” Jin explains, even though he found it quite odd that Rain would ask him something like that.

“Well, if you don’t want the CB board to take her-”

“They don’t know about her and I want to keep that way until I can get this Jungkook situation under control.” The last thing he need was for the CB Board to be all over it.

“Hm, I think I know what will help our little Jungkook situation.” Jin can see the gears turning in Rain’s mind and he doesn’t like it, not one bit. “Let’s go talk to him.”

They arrive at Jungkook’s room in the medial lab downstairs and Rain takes the liberty to walk right in. 

“Uncle,” Jungkook smiles like a child as he runs to embrace his uncle in a tight hug. Rain returns the expression with a fond grin and pats Jungkook on the back. He pulls up a seat from the nearby desk as Jungkook returns to his bed, already seeing that he wasn’t here for a family reunion.

”I hear you’ve been causing problems, do you want to tell me what that’s about?” Jungkook recoils the reality setting in that Rain now knows about all of the mess he’s caused. 

“Well...I- I wouldn’t say that.” Jin scoffs at the younger and how he could just flat out lie. He was about to scold Jungkook but Rain shook his head, hinting that he would handle it.

“A hybrid, attacking a donor, defying his caretaker's wishes and giving in to carnal urges is a big problem.” Rain looks serious now, which makes Jungkook subconsciously shy away and return to his seat on the edge of the bed. 

“Especially a hybrid from my bloodline. You forget you are one of the only part-human hybrids to come from our family. If you bring unnecessary attention to yourself things could get complicated.” His arms remain crossed, obsidian eyes scrutinizing Jungkook.

“I’m sorry, but if you could just experience what I’m going through, you’d understand that I can’t help it. I see Y/n, I smell her and I can’t think straight...” 

Rain tilts his head in thought. “You said you were awakening, so you’re father did tell you about it.” Jungkook nods timidly. “And you think you’re awakening?”

 “I can feel something, something deep down inside that wants to come out...I’ve wanted more blood lately too.” 

Rain stands to his feet and beckons Jin to follow him out of the room, leaving Jungkook more confused than anything.

“Well Jin,” Rain fiddles with the silver ring on his index finger, “he is awakening.”

Jin sighs, pressing his temples lightly. “What do I need to do for him going forward to make this process go as smoothly as possible?” 

“He needs double the amount of blood he normally has, he needs to avoid any strenuous activity for a little while, but most importantly, he needs to avoid cross-feeding. He cannot, under any circumstance, feed before another vampire of a different breed. His venom is like poison right now. Any donor he feeds on will be contaminated and unsafe to feed on for at least 48 hours. Other than that, he should be over this in about—6 months, give or take a few weeks.” One of his personal staff members walked up to the two of them.

“Director.” She interrupts, but not rudely. “You said you’d like to be back before nightfall, it will be nightfall in an hour or so.”

“Thank you, Lilian, have the car ready in 10 minutes, I’ll be there.” She nods, going on her way as Jin

“6 months? That’s the entire process?”

“You should start seeing and experiencing symptoms about 6 months in, and then the 6 months after are just the body’s process of defining itself.” Rain continues to explain the details of the awakening to Jin while Jungkook listened through the door. He walks toward the door to have a clearer listen but he pauses.

“Ah...” He paused in his tracks, a sudden pain came to the front of his mouth. He attempts to take another step but the pain only increases and he drops to his knees. “What the-”

A shrill, blood-curdling shriek leaves his mouth and both Rain and Jin open the door as soon as they sensed the change in the air. They both stared at him for a moment, he was hyperventilating and squeezing his eyes shut with hands over his mouth.

“Jungkook...” Jin watches in bewilderment as he paces around, hands on his mouth and struggling to breathe it appeared. 

“W- what's happening to me?” When Jungkook looks up at them and Jin’s eyes go wide. Jungkook’s eyes are glowing saffron red and beady, unlike he’s ever seen before. He cries out yet another growl of anguish, but this one is different, it sounds bizarre, feral even. 

“The Eyes of Eclipsia are awakening…” Rain slowly approaches the disoriented boy, careful not to touch him or get too close. 

“Only a select few of our people have it. Just a handful to be exact my brother, out father, our great-great-grandmother and myself…Now Jungkook.” A proud glint comes to his eyes, Jungkook, the firstborn son of his father’s children, is now graced with the power bestowed in those beautiful eyes. 

“The Eyes of Eclipsia...” He vaguely recalls reading about one of the Jeon members having this type of power. Rain has it, Eclipsia once had it, but how was it possible for a part-human hybrid to harness something too powerful. 

“He will be extremely powerful. Just based off of this wave, he will need a lot of rest time so he can adjust to the force from within him.” Rain kneels in front of Jungkook who is almost at the point of trembling. He knows he needs to do so he makes haste. Jin observes quietly as Rain’s suddenly eyes mirror Jungkook’s. 

”Let the burning light of Eclipsia flow threw me into this worthy vessel...” He touches Jungkook’s forehead with his palm. Jungkook’s eyes glaze over with a deep purple before his slip shut and he falls unconscious. 

“That should keep him mellowed out for some time.” Rain stands to his feet and Jin notices that the color once engulfing his eyes faded away. “When he wakes up, his eyes will most likely still be like that, but they should go away within the week.” 

“Hyung I-“ Hoseok appears at the doorway, eyes singling in on Jungkook passed out on the floor. When he sees Rain, he bows lightly before shooting Jin a puzzled look.

“Just a moment Hoseok.” Jin glances at him and quickly closes the door. He sighs, thoughts swirling through his mind at an unmatched speed. Jin beckons a few staff members over to help place Jungkook on his bed then dismisses them. “Besides the color, what do those eyes allow him to do, exactly.”

“Well, nothing now, it’s only the first stage. But soon, he will have the ability to levitate objects, manipulate matter, and crush anything with just the slight movement of his fingers...Power like this is what got Eclipsia banished to prison. She was consumed by it, but she wasn’t always that way...” His expression softens at the sad story.

“She was set to be queen but her brother was named king, despite her being the eldest and rightful heir. Eclipsia was born with no vampire traits, but with these eyes...Her father claimed that the kingdom would never except a queen with such unhinged strength, they’d fear her. But in reality, he didn’t want her to be queen because he saw her as incapable...So his dying wish was that Eclipsia never becomes queen, under any circumstances...” 

He vividly remembers his parents telling him this story when he was just a young child…

  Eclipsia’s POV 

“Father, I don’t understand.” I stand in front of the throne, deep purple dress adorning my tall figure. “I am the heir to the throne. Not Cepheus. This is absurd! How dare you try to-”

 “It will do you well to hold your tongue, Princess.” My father’s advisor intervenes, he’s never liked me.

“My mind is made up Eclipsia. You are not composed enough to lead, therefore, your brother will assume his birthright to the throne.” I felt anger bubble up in my chest, like a fire slowly setting my insides aflame. 

I could feel the unconscious furrow in my brows and my father’s face appeared horrified. I look down at the marble floor, my eyes were glowing that vibrant purple he despises so. “I’m sorry, but I can’t allow-“ 

“I hate you!” I run out of the throne room, pieces of the floor crushing beneath my feet. 

“Eclipsia!” My mother called for me but I didn’t stop running. I ran and ran until I found my bedroom. With a heavy heart, I slam my door shut and lay on my bed. Tears escaped my eyes—but not tears of sadness, angry tears. I swore on that very day, that if they were so afraid of me, I’d give them something to be afraid of.

 Eclipsia POV End. 

“She was uncontrollable up until her father died. After his death, Cepheus was named the king and she was furious. She went on a rampage, half of the kingdom was destroyed and she ran away. They found her in the hollow after some time and it wasn’t easy, but they brought her back to the kingdom and she was married had two children, but not long after that, they locked her up for almost killing Cepheus.”

Any family carrying the Pure label have mixed views on what Eclipsia is to their breed. She was undoubtedly powerful, more so than anyone from her bloodline. People sought after her eyes, they wanted her genetics in their family, in hopes that they’d have the same powers. But she was dangerous to be near, guards were heavily armed and on the defense anytime they had to enter her chamber. She would crush guards with their own armor, breaking their bones in her wake.

Jin led Rain out of the room, letting Jungkook get some quiet. They walked to Jin’s office for some privacy to talk but Jin was a bit surprised when he saw Taehyung napping on the sofa in the corner. They chose not to acknowledge him too much and continue their conversation.

“Eclipsia was born with no Vampire traits, that contributed to her resentment towards the people.” Jin theorizes and Rain nods in agreement. “You are a prime example of what they would have accepted had you been in her position, you’re a perfect balance.” Jin pops open a bottle of water from under his desk and takes a sip.

“Even with the balance, I was raised to rarely use my power and I could handle it, that’s really the difference. Now, Jungkook has human blood, we don’t know what the contradicting genes will do with The Eyes of Eclipsia, we’ll have to monitor him closely...” Rain pauses for a good few seconds before peering up at Jin.

“I’m curious about Min Yoongi’s condition, could you explain it to me?”

“Of course. His immune system rejects blood; animal and human. I’ve studied him for years and learned that he has major deficiencies because of his inability to stomach blood. If he happens to ingest even a small amount he used to get very sick. The wrong blood can leave him with intense migraines for days at a time along with dramatic drops in energy and strength. It’s been years but I found an ancient remedy to help him live more comfortably vampire blood. I only rarely gave him vampire blood. Most of the time he’d take supplements and medicine for the pain.” Though lately, Yoongi hasn’t been feeding on you a lot and he still doesn’t take the medicine as often anymore. 

“That’s incredible.” He just shakes his head in amazement. “I won’t push it, but I’ll have to fully experience a long-term feeding with her one of these days.”

“Rain,” Jin sighs, trying to formulate how to properly say this, “I have to be honest with you. I don’t want her involved in all of this.”

“In all of what?”

“The corruption. I know about the people who use their position buy or even take donors. I don’t want her to know about that and I don’t want her involved. Lee Taemin has already had her blood and has shown his fair share of interest in her. Even Jinyoung knows about her, he had to perform an extraction on her for me, he knows that her blood is unlike any other. I just don’t want her in any controversies. You understand, don’t you?” 

He grins. “Absolutely.”

“You can have some Taehyung, I really don’t mind.” He’s been asking for your blood and then changing his mind, and then asking again, and then changing his mind again—it’s actually starting to irk you.

“Yeah but what about Yoongi-”

“What about him? I’ll still have blood after you get some, it’s really not a big deal, I don’t know why you’re stressing.” He looks at you, eyes big and round like a puppy. He opens his mouth as if to say something, then he hesitates. “What’s the problem Tae? This isn’t like you at all.”

“It’s nothing, I just-”

“Tell me.”

“Rain’s scent, it’s on you and my instincts are telling me to not feed on you but I want your blood...” He pouts like an upset child and your heart can do nothing but soften at the sight.

“Just drink over it-”

“Are you crazy!?” You flinch at his sudden outburst. “You never, ever, bite over a high-up’s scent, you could get in so much trouble for that. The mere suggestion-...” He looks so petrified and you're shocked that such a gesture would result in punishment.

“Okay, okay,” You hold your hands up in defense, “I didn’t know it was that serious...”

“I’ll just feed later,” 

Taehyung rarely acts like this, if he wants your blood he has no problem just taking it. But the more you thought about it, the more you realized how much sense his reaction made. Rain is supposedly a big deal and it would only make sense that his scent was something not to be tampered with. Taehyung had left your room so you took this free time to go and have a quick shower before bed. You weren’t planning on going out or giving any more blood so you thought you’d go to bed early.

You took your time undressing and preparing to enter the shower so the warm water could rinse you into a state of calmness. Things have been quite interesting lately, more so than normal. Sure, people are still raving over your blood, but Jin even seems a little different, almost on edge. You hate to admit it, but he’s sort of like your comfort here, similar to a caretaker almost. He looks out for you, he makes sure you have everything you could possibly need and even want sometimes. He treats you considerably well, and you know the other donor's notice. It’s not like you don’t see them staring you down when he calls you to go off somewhere. They’re judging you. They find it odd that a normal girl from an average family gets all of these privileges just because of her blood. Sadly, that’s the only reason why they even spare you a glance—it’s because of your blood.

When you get out of the shower you start putting your pajamas on and brushing your teeth. After you deemed yourself appropriate for bed, you exit the bathroom to go and hop on your cozy bed. “Ah,” You sigh, arms stretching back before placing turning on your side to browse on your phone.

That’s when you hear a knock on your door. Of course, you don’t want to get up, but you tell the person to wait a moment before you grudging went for the door. When you opened it, you were met with a face you saw.

“Rain- I mean, sir?” You pulled your robe to cover yourself subconsciously. “I’m sorry, it’s my dorm curfew. Can I help you?...”

“I’m on my way out and I wanted to say goodnight,” He stands in front of you, eyes locked on your own, “I hope I didn’t disturb you.”

“No, you’re fine,” You smile, “I hope you have a safe trip back home...”

“Thank you.” He suddenly cups your jaw and leans down to peck your cheek, very lightly. “And I arranged for you and I to meet here again to talk, are you okay with that lamb?” His voice is sweet and calm.

“That sounds nice...” You swallow, hands gripping the door to hide behind it.

“Get some rest, my lamb...” He leaves with a gentle wave and when you close the door, you run back to your bed, red-faced and confused. Rain doesn’t seem like he wants to take you, he just seems curious. In the beginning, you were afraid that he might try to buy you or something, but now, you trust him, only a little bit though. 

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Yoongi was laid back on the couch in his room and his eyes are shut as he focuses on something. Unbeknownst to him, Jin, hoseok, and Namjoon were all sitting around, waiting for him to move. When he finally opens his eyes, he glances over at the three of them and furrows his brows.

“Yoongi, we need to talk.” Namjoon is the first one to speak.

“About?”

“What happened earlier today, when you suddenly smelled Jimin’s blood.” Jin took a seat in the small armchair beside him. 

“I don’t know, it was weird. I can pick up others scents most of the time but his was just-...strong today, probably because of his feeding cycle.” Yoongi moves to sit up.

“Yeah, but you normally don’t pick up on scents like that,” Hoseok added, “you might be regaining some of your senses.”

“You think so?” Namjoon chimes in.

“It’s the only good explanation for it. How about feeding, when was the last time you fed?”

“This morning.”

“Y/n’s blood does possess a lot of healing properties, it would only make sense that she’s the cause for it.” 

“How is she by the way? I haven’t seen her since she was with you,” He looks at Namjoon.

“She met Rain today...” Jin looks at Yoongi’s unchanging expression. “He had her blood.” 

Hoseok chuckles. “I could smell him from the other side of the school, his venom must be crazy powerful. How did he feel about Y/n, he’s not trying to do anything with her, right?”

“Surprisingly, I don’t think he plans to take her. Actually, he asked if he could come back to talk to her.” 

“That might just be an invitation to seduce her into going with him.” Taehyung, the resident eavesdropper walked in and laid across the bed. “I don’t want her to go...”

“She won’t. I talked to Rain and we made somewhat of a deal.”

Namjoon furrows his brows. “What deal?”

“As long as I allow him to come to see her at any time he’d like, he’d keep the existence of her blood a secret.”

“I guess that’s not a bad deal, we don’t need anyone else prying into her business right now.” Namjoon pauses, making a thoughtful expression. “And also, what the hell is going on with Jungkook?” 

“Yeah, Jimin said he was talking about his awakening or some shit.” Hoseok looks at Jin for an answer.

“That’s why Rain was here, I didn’t even know what was going on with him. But Rain confirmed that he is having an awakening, the awakening of The Eyes of Eclipsia.” 

“Seriously?...” Namjoon looks askance. “A part-human hybrid can have that?”

Jin nods. “Rain suggests that I keep a close eye on him, make sure he avoids strenuous activity and keep him from cross-feeding. His venom is like poison right now. If someone were to feed after him on the same vessel, it could go terribly wrong.”

“So he’s on lockdown?” Tae laughs, face squished against a pillow.

“Pretty much, our goal is to make sure Y/n and him don’t come in to contact again.”

“If fucking Jimin can control himself we won’t have that problem.” Yoongi hisses, eyes narrowing at the thought alone.

“He didn’t take his medication, we can’t blame him completely, he was under the influence of his feeding cycle.”

“That’s no excuse!” Yoongi’s outburst takes everyone by surprise. “I can sense what she feels sometimes, we’ve bonded. If she’s afraid, if she’s being fed on, I know it’s happening in highly stressful moments. Like earlier today when Rain was feeding on her, she was anxious.” He sighs, his face resting in his palms. “I don’t know, I care about her and all but I don't know what’s happening to me, it’s weird. I was picking up scents, I wanted Y/n...And not just her blood, her company too.” This confession sounds pretty normal, but not for Yoongi. He’s normally not too keen on sharing things like this.

“That’s normal Yoongi, you too have shared some private moments and it’s only natural to want to be around her-”

“But I don’t like the feeling. It feels like an obligation and I don’t want it to...”

Yoongi is unaware of how confused everyone is about what he’s saying. Now, they’ve all witnessed the effects of Yoongi’s connection with you, you both seem invested in it. You’re his cure, his means to live comfortably and it’s surprising that Yoongi would be unsure about his feelings toward you. But then again, Yoongi doesn't have to have feelings for you, you’re a donor. You give him blood and that’s it, it’s not supposed to be more than that—is it?

#bts vampire #bts vampire au #bts vampire smut #bts vampire fluff #bts vampire angst #yoongi vampire au #yoongi vampire #jungkook vampire au #Jungkook vampire #BTS au #bts angst #bts smut #bts fluff #yoongi smut #yoongi fluff #yoongi angst #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook #yoongi #hoseok #namjoon #taehyung #jin #kim seokjin #jin vampire #hoseok vampire au #taehyung vampire

[optimisticvirtuoso]

From the 1 Year Anniversary GF Dating Sim Stream...

Here’s some of my favorite quotes, moments, or events from the second playthrough (Ford’s Route). 

Really wish I’d done this for Stan’s route too.

"Is my volume ok? good, because I'm spouting nonsense that you have to hear." -Rosie

"'Busy hopping thru portals n' shit, you know how it be' -Stanford Pines" -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"'I've made other discoveries as well: my butt is going numb.' -Stanford Pines" -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"Like this strap thing around my chest. Who knows what's behind it? A slingshot? A gun? A banana? You can't tell, can you?" -Rosie, in regards to Ford's belt.. thing

"You may be SCARRED FOR LIFE but it's for learning purposes." -mbdoodles

"It's a *rock*. It's Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson." -Rosie

"Made it a 4D experience and also decided to chew gum lol" -mythomagically

"In his cOaT tIdDiE pOcKeT" -Rosie

"What the hell is a matchbook?" -Rosie

"This isn't darkness, this is... advanced darkness." -pantspossum

"'You see a stranged, winged shadow..' It's DRACULA! AHAHAH!" -Rosie

"'But even in the dark, you see him grinning widely at you-' because he's a fucking nerd." -Rosie

"We're gonna touch the butt guys, it's gonna be great." -Rosie

"'Mothman turns and screeches-' WREEEEHHHH '-and flutters apart in a swarm of moths.'" -Rosie

"You'll never be SHIT, BILL." -nerdstreak

"We're going for true love's high five~ There it is!" -Rosie, in a singsong voice

"I'm a what?" "Yer a hotboi, player" -mythomagically

"Ford, do you even lift?" -Rosie

"Oh he LIFTS." "He lifts my heart right out of its chest." -Nerdstreak

"..and you turn the corner, and there he is- SHIA LABEOUF!" -Rosie

"Ford,, I'm cold,, can we borrow your turtleneck,," -mythomagically

"Can you guys shut the hell your mouth, please?" -Rosie

"Yeah Im waving a wooden spoon at you, dog, because it seems to be the only thing you're afraid of." -Rosie

Just the butter story in general, told by Rosie

"Rosie and Isa say gay rights!" -Rosie

"hOtBoI" -Various people, mostly Isa and Rosie and half of the chat over the course of both playthroughs

"Mothman was SHOOK." -Rosie

"We saw his swaying coat and inscrutable goggles and immediately thought 'Yes, this is husband material'." -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"'Now that he's looking at you, you don't remember what you were going to say' because he's so beautiful." -Rosie

"'Its still my house' in the middle of the street!" -Rosie

"Mabel is the..QUEEN of romance. Aphrodite who?" -Rosie

"Rose petals. That's funny. I'm Rose. Why did I write that?" -Rosie

"Mom said it's MY turn on the gay rights..." -Nerdstreak

"uwu~" -Rosie

*Intentional Beauty and the Beast references* -Rosie

"WhAt Is A fLiRtAtIon?!" -Rosie

"Ford, assuming it's something lewd, 'what the FUCC is a dm...'" -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"Heinz (Doofenschmirtz) is boyfriend material. DATEABLE." -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"'Hotboi (our player name), I'll be frank.' My name isn't Mabel anymore, I'm Frank." -Rosie

"Dem FOREARMS" -Nerdstreak

"[Ford] walks out of the kitchen and has a perfect handprint on his butt." -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"Let Mabel say Fuck." -pantspossum

"You smell like rotten eggs, yes you do, yes you do!" -Rosie, baby-talking a dog

"Can you quit snorting, please? It sounds like you're doing too much coke." -Rosie

"GASP! Everyone looks so scandalized!"  -Rosie

"'...brandishing something disturbingly pink-' ITS PEPTO BISMOL! YOU GUYS HAVE PEPTO BISMOL???" -Rosie

"Fors is like, conceivably one of the most dangerous humans on the planet, I just realized. Thaat's pretty hot tbh." -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"*Whispering* Join me with my pretty nuggets, hotboi." -Rosie

"I just wiggled my butt as I said 'bushy-tailed'. Im getting into character, you guys!" -Rosie

"The Pines family is already the circus." -mbdoodles

*Loudly singing Uptown Funk* -Rosie

"You're about to experience the wrath of a god!" -Rosie, in a Mickey Mouse voice

"But Stan got a totally hot scar out of it." fuzzywuzzyspiders

The pepto-bismol references.

Singing Disco Girl, Uptown Funk, Reserve Everything Stays, Always Gold, and other songs in the chat.

"Holding hands? Scandalous." -mbdoodles

"FROM THE PEPTO-BISMOL SUNSET" -Rosie

"Next we might *gasp* see his ankles!" -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"'I've been breaking laws and taking names for 30 years and I cANT GO BACK TO JAIL." -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"Ford's been kicking names and taking ass." -mythomagically

"Heavy on the taking ass part." -fuzzywuzzyspiders

"Bill Cipher, the razzle dazzle dorito!" -mbdoodles

"That's not putting it lightly, you bitch." -Rosie

@rosielibrary @pixiespectacles @mythomagically-delicious @flamingredskyes @einahpetsyarcip @nerdstreak @dietpitt @pantspossum @gfds-jupiter @mbdoodles @themightyrancho

And of course,

@gfdatingsim 

If I missed anyone, let me know. I tried to tag as many as I could remember! 

Also my tag was different in chat (hafluteamatata)

#gfdatingsim #what year is it #im tired #ive been in stream for hoursss #my eyes #my head #but HOT DAMN DID I HAVE FUN #YALL ARE CRAZY AND I LOVE IT #i made new friends!! :D :D #HOTBOI #hotb-HOTBOI #Ill hear the calls of hotboi in my dreams moons from now #like flocks of angry seagulls #let us never forget hotboi

[absolutelyxosmittenxo]

Imagine: How miscellaneous RWBY characters express how much they love you.

RUBY ROSE: Little Red Riding Hood is flushed in the cheeks, incapable of containing her excitement to the extent you encourage herself to breathe before passing out. "You're just so cool, amazing, really cute, and I just really, really, really love you a whole lot! I can't believe you're dating me and oh my goodness I can't breathe-"

WEISS SCHNEE: Conveyed as the anime archetype 'tsundere', it simply depends on the circumstances. In your company, the heiress holds your gaze tenderly, delicately folding her hands together and speaking honestly. "I love you so much. Thank you for taking the time to know me, and letting me discover who I truly want to be."

BLAKE BELLADONNA: Distance has been asserted considering the past experiences shared with Adam Taurus - the Belladonna's daughter is mortified of what threat infatuation could pose. Yet you've seeped through those cracks; within, a timid, open minded and merciful girl desiring nothing but unity for everyone. She is smiling softly, ears exposed freely as they flick every which way. "I've been afraid for so long - but when you came into my life, I decided I didn't want to run away anymore. Now, I can fully admit I love you, and know you love me for me."

YANG XIAO LONG: "You actually stayed here with me," the bombshell blonde utters, implying abandonment was an emotional obstruction she faced more than desired. Her mechanical arm quivers under the pressure of her anxiety; but as she concludes you are there, you won't leave, she takes a moment to breathe. "I want to be there for you, like you always have been for me. You mean the world to me."

PENNY POLENDINA: Whether Professor Polendina invested in hardwiring the concept of romance or love into the robot's system, she was adapting to the idea. Little by little, she was learning more and more. Sometimes, Penny jumps to the opportunity to wrap her arms around your neck, squeezing the very life out of you. "I love you! I love you! You're the bestest friend I could have ever asked for."

JAUNE ARC: "I know most underestimate me - well, I'm sure pretty much all of Beacon did," Jaune laughs dryly, evidently wandering to the bitter moments of being seen as underwhelming, even by his own family. "But I know there's people who believe in me. Even then, I was so dumb, and ignored them, and once I realized they cared, they were gone. I won't make the same mistake twice. I love you so much, I can't bear to lose you like Pyrrha."

NORA VALKYRIE: Born a rambler, once her lightning strikes, there's no way out of it. "You're always just so adorable, strong, wonderful - mhm, Ren, more pancakes, please! - When you said you wanted to be together-together, I just couldn't pass the chance up!" Through a mouthful of ooey gooey, syrup soaked pancakes, she says, "I love yoooooooooooou!" 

PYRRHA NIKOS: Destiny was debatable; was it predetermined, or was it belonging to you as you paved your own pathway along life? It was a definitive question the invincible girl pondered frequently. But the very fact you try your best to bring joy into her life, in spite of potential doubts of your worth? She is absolutely smitten. With a light stroke of your hair, and caressing your cheek, Pyrrha smiles warmly, "You are everything to me."

LIE REN: Ren relies on subtlety to depict his emotions. One could say his motto is "Actions speak louder than words." Indeed they do, considering whenever push comes to shove, his affection manifests itself in simple ways. Particularly holding your hand. You could be clinging to your very life line, hope fading as the world seems to be plummeting into oblivion. However, once the huntsman intertwines his fingers with yours, you realize everything will be okay on the end.

SUN WUKONG: His velvety smooth, cream yellow tail is embracing the branch haphazardly, as he awaits your presence. As soon as you stroll on around, the monkey faunus seizes the opportunity to execute his plan. Dropping down, Sun swoops in, kissing you square on the mouth as you emit a surprised squeak. "Love you, babe!"

NEPTUNE VASILIAS: It was gentle leaning, inspecting your features, admiring how lovely you were. He was a love sick fool - you had the flirty boy enraptured, head over heels, considering himself every term to describe how much he was falling deeper in love with you. Neptune adores you. "Gosh, you're cute," he smooches you on the cheek, How'd I get so lucky?"

COCO ADEL: Her expressions of love are never discreet; Fox, Velvet and Yatsuhashi are subjected to her attempts of showing it often. Before you awaken, the gunslinger equips an appealing color of her lipstick, and inscribes a few words upon the mirror. In the morning, as the time signifies you must rise to the occasion, you venture into the restroom, only to see what Coco had left behind. "I love you" written in lipstick, her signature emblem implying it was her.

VELVET SCARLATINA: Each picture was worth a thousand words - upon every photograph snapped, Velvet could sense the devotion, sweetness, heartfelt moments and even beyond emanating from the scenes captured. Thus, she compiles them to the best of her ability. The shy bunny is internally bouncing off the walls as she hands you the album she created, confessing with rosy cheeks, "Every moment we share reminds me of why I love you so much - so, I thought, why not show you all the moments we have had together?"

OZPIN: Millenniums were spent contemplating pensively, having people lose faith in him, watching everyone else perish as he was forced to wander the Earth. The academy's headmaster has suffered severely. The thought of having you cease to exist while his soul remains is ingrained his mind. But Ozpin concludes worrying for the future isn't going to be helpful. For now, he must cherish what he had. As he sees you sleeping soundly, and leans over, pecking your temple, he truly can say, "I love you to the moon and back."

GLYNDA GOODWITCH: Left to mend the broken pieces of a once content Vale, Glynda has suffered the hardships of immense, overwhelming grief. Ozpin was off to reincarnate wherever his soul wound up, students fled across the kingdom, majority barely seeing the light of day since the fall. But you didn't leave. As you raise Glynda up, explain how grateful you are for her efforts, how Ozpin and all the students are proud of her, she is reminded of why she fell in love with you. "Thank you for staying beside me in this time of hardships - you mean everything to me." 

QROW BRANWEN: Alcohol flooding into his brain, the uncle of Ruby and Yang is spouting lyrical nonsense. You sigh in response to your beloved's irrational babbling, having his head rest in your lap. He is the equivalent of a toddler following a few or several alcoholic beverages. "I love you~" Qrow would confess constantly, trying to smother you sloppily in kisses, breath radiating the worst of odors before passing out. After waking up the next day with a hangover, the Branwen groans from the migraine, apologizing for his goofiness. "I don't know how you do it, but thanks for putting up with me."

WINTER SCHNEE: Family was a touchy subject to graze on in terms of a persuasive yet spiteful father neglecting his children unless they were needed to serve a purpose. All the soldier considered to be family, for the most part, was her younger sister, and butler, Klein. However, it's a rare sight to see as she disentangles her luscious white hair from its bun, and she is witnessed smiling so sweetly as she peppers you in brisk kisses. "It isn't often someone comes into my life and makes it more worthwhile - but you have helped me cherish it even more." 

JAMES IRONWOOD: His body was composed not of flesh and blood; metal prosthetics filled the spaces of appendages deprived of him. Yet James was as handsome, wholesome, and endearing as he always has been. With the man's chest exposed, ebony bangs slightly out of place as you both had just woken up, you rest on the edge of your bed. He's breathing gingerly, as you stroke your thumb under the surface of his palm. Raising your hand to his lips, he kisses it, expressing, "I love you so dearly." 

OSCAR PINE: He wouldn't be the kid he was prior to merging souls with a seemingly immortal man. No longer a farmer hand reduced to playing the role of feeding livestock and raking hay. Now, he was thrusted into the life of a new incarnation of the one meant to defeat an unstoppable force. Through it all, though, Oscar was falling in love. He plucked the loveliest flower he could find, stroking the back of his head nervously as it offered it to you. "I know there's so much going on right now, with there perhaps being a war, people trying to kill us constantly - it's just crazy. But you give me a chance to breathe. And, as silly as it might sound, I really love you for it."

CINDER FALL: Perhaps the wicked woman's upbringing was similar to Cinderella, yet she couldn't seek the happy fairytale ending her inspiration was fortunate enough to have. Or, at least, from what we have seen. To you, Cinder is an enigma, much to be explored as she is in pursuit for power. But you turn the tables as she stops the world to get off with you. Having you close your eyes, Miss Fall indulges you in her, lips touching yours endlessly, and you are on the verge of fainting from being so breathless. "Do not think - succumb to these urges to embrace me, and I shall never let you go. Maybe you and I can find that happy ending we desire, as we rise to the top, and all else fall." 

ROMAN TORCHWICK: Smoke drawls from the cigar tucked in between his lips, the con artist grinning as you curled yourself around his waist. Being pummeled by fifteen year old girls weren't exactly confidence boosting, but at the end of the day, to have you be so loyal and endearing has his heart skip a beat. Roman parts the cylinder momentarily, "Dear, have I ever mentioned how much I adore you?" 

MERCURY BLACK: One, two, three - the liplocks multiplied as the mechanical marvel covers your body in kisses. He doesn't hesitate to express his dedication, although preserves it for private settings, sprinkling playful banter here and there. The assassin's son swipes away any residue residing on your mouth, smirking, "Babe, you're my one and only - don't let anyone tell you otherwise." 

EMERALD SUSTRAI: In your arms, the master of thieves believes she is finally at home, a safe haven where she can not worry about going hungry or being reduced to filth. She isn't manipulated to conduct misdeeds as she is by Cinder; you have compassion for her, saving the time to make her happier and make her feel loved. Really, Emmy never anticipated to receive such affection. But as the thief dissolves into your embrace, she whispers, "God, I love you." 

NEOPOLITAN: As far as we are concerned, the killer queen waving around a lethal parasol cannot emit sound from her vocal chords. But verbal obstacles won't stand in the way of this tiny antagonist. Neo props herself up on her tip toes, fluttering her eyelashes innocently. No hidden intent, yet you have your worries. Of course, your expectations are evaded, as she stands on top of your feet, kisses your lips, and signs the typical romantic phrase for you. 

SALEM: Externally, Salem appears monstrous, depravity consuming her as revenge drives her motives. Beneath the surface, however, the eternal being exposes gentleness, in which she nurtures you, raises you up, refusing to let you crumble. "I have lived as long as you can imagine. It's scarce, for someone to catch my interest as you have. Ozpin's dominion shall fall apart, so long as all is executed as it should. As I seize control, you will forever remain by my side. That much I can promise you, my love."

ILIA AMITOLA: "I always wanted Blake to look at me the way she did with Adam," the memory causes the chameleon's heart to throb undeniably, "I was hopelessly in love with her." Alternating accordingly to her emotions, Ilia's speckles changes to a pink resembling cherry blossoms.  "But now that I've met you, I can forgive myself for my past mistakes. I don't need to blend in - you love me as I am. And I love you just the same."

#rwby imagines #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #sun wukong #neptune vasilias #coco adel #velvet scarlatina #ozpin #qrow branwen #oscar pine #cinder fall #roman torchwick #mercury black #emerald sustrai #neopolitan #salem #ilia amitola #penny polendina #glynda goodwitch #winter schnee #james ironwood

[niallsstainedcoffeecup]

The Road Trip Part 3

Hey guys, here is the third part for the best friend! Harry fic.  Harry finds love and Luna discovers Daniel’s secret.  Feedback and requests are welcomed.  Enjoy! 

           Dark, heavy clouds hung above the town. Raindrops fell ever since Luna broke Harry’s heart.  Daniel scrolled through his notifications, scooting toward the edge of the springy mattress.  Luna applied her makeup, focusing on her eyes.   “Can you believe this weather?” Luna wondered. Daniel shook his head, “I miss seeing the sun.” “Me too, when are we visiting the museum?” Luna asked, checking the time.   Daniel found a museum near the hotel and planned an entire afternoon there.  Harry agreed to meet the couple at the museum.  Ever since Luna asked for space, Harry explored the town by himself. Luna missed Harry.  She missed his cheesy jokes, when he sang to her, and their conversations.  Daniel didn’t understand when she fangirled over anything pastel pink.  Luna wondered if she made a mistake in asking Harry to distance himself.   “We can leave around nine.  We’ll grab lunch at the museum.  They have meals that fit with each historical period,” Daniel gushed, lacing up his boots. “Okay, I’ll message Harry,” Luna mumbled. Luna grabbed her umbrella, leading Daniel out of the room.  A cool wind greeted Daniel and Luna when they walked out.  Daniel shivered, tugging his sweatshirt closer to his body.  Luna regretted leaving her jacket in the room. She hoped Daniel saw her shaking body and gave her his sweatshirt to wear.  Daniel noticed the goosebumps on Luna’s arms, but without his jacket, he would be freezing.   “We are almost there.  We only have to walk three more blocks,” Daniel stated. Luna groaned, “I wish we took a cab.” “Cabs cost too much.  The backseats of cabs are a hotspot for disease,” Daniel shuddered. Luna decided to not argue with Daniel, so she swallowed the angry words threatening to spill out.  She examined the intricate details of each building while Daniel eyed every random girl that passed him.  Luna breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Harry waiting for them at the museum entrance.  Harry brightened Luna’s day.

           Harry followed Luna and Daniel, listening to Daniel’s boring facts.  Harry figured Daniel could have been a tour guide in another life.   “These artifacts are amazing,” Luna gasped, pausing at one in particular. Daniel nodded, “They are breathtaking; however, no one can fully respect these artifacts unless they know the history behind it." Harry rolled his eyes, “That’s stupid.” “Harry now is not the time,” Luna hissed. Daniel smirked, continuing with his history lesson.  Harry’s boot squeaked on the floor, echoing around the silent building.  Everyone turned toward Harry, causing his cheeks to heat up. “It’s too quiet,” Harry whispered to Luna. She giggled, “Feels like a funeral.” “Who died?” “My excitement.  I’m bored,” Luna frowned, watching Harry smirk. “I dare you to run through the halls,” Harry winked. She gasped, “Harry, I’m no rebel.  Daniel would kill us.” “Right, I’m afraid to breathe, it might be too loud,” Luna snorted, cracking up at Harry’s joke. Daniel shot the couple a glare, “Have some respect.” Luna shushed her giggles, skipping ahead to grab Daniel’s hand.  Harry scowled, breaking away from the group.  He couldn’t stand Daniel’s judging glares any longer.  Harry passed through the World War II section.  This era interested Harry the most.  While Harry studied the battle of Dunkirk, a beautiful blonde waltzed up to him.   “Sir, do you have the time?  My phone died,” She huffed. Harry checked his watch, “It’s nearly noon. I’m Harry,” He offered a hand and a warm smile. “Hello Harry, I’m Sheila.  Do you love history?” She asked, pointing toward the replica warship. Harry nodded eagerly, “Yes, do you love history?” “Yes, I’m a historian.” Harry reached into the corner of his mind, digging up a fact Daniel spewed out, “Did you know that the British were known for their navy during the World Wars?” Sheila smirked, “I might have known that, but since you looked adorable when you spouted that fact, I’ll act like I didn’t know it.  Harry, are you hungry?” Harry’s heart didn’t want to leave Luna, but his mind reminded him of Luna’s warning.  Luna wouldn’t care if Harry went to lunch with her or not.  The beautiful blonde with plump red lips called out to him.  Harry’s mind decided that it was time for him to move on.  Sheila cared for him and showed more interest than Luna.   “I am starving.” “Great, I know the perfect bistro,” Sheila stated, holding out a hand for Harry. Harry’s heart fluttered at the possibility of a new relationship.  His hand fit awkwardly into Sheila’s hand, but his heart didn’t care.  For once Harry didn’t feel alone.

            Luna waited until Daniel finished his fact, preparing a horrendous pun. She turned around expecting Harry to be behind her, but he was missing.  Her smile fell, and so did her heart.  Where did Harry go?  Daniel caught her attention by pulling on her hand.   “Hey, what’s wrong?” He paused, pressing his hand against her clammy forehead.  Her cheeks had suddenly turned paler than usual. “Where’s Harry?” Daniel shrugged, “I guess he left.  He’s a big boy.  He’ll find us, now c’mon we have an entire section left.” Luna nodded, forcing herself to move on. She didn’t understand why her heart continued to tug painfully when her mind went back to Harry.  Daniel’s words mushed together into utter nonsense.  Luna needed Harry.  Her legs felt as if weights were attached to each one, causing her to shuffle through the world.  Her stomach twisted and churned, stopping her from enjoying lunch.  Daniel hardly noticed her change in attitude and continued to speak about his intelligence.  Where could Harry go?  Did he miss her as much as she missed him?  What was happening to her?   “Can I have your cupcake?” Daniel interrupted her swarming thoughts. Luna glanced up at Daniel’s unkind eyes. Harry’s eyes invited Luna to swim in their emerald green color.  She panicked at the thought of staring into Daniel’s eyes forever.  She couldn’t be with Daniel forever.  She dreamt of staring into eyes as warm as Harry’s emerald green ones.   “Babe, I’m worried about you.  Are you okay?” Daniel mumbled. “Yeah, take the cupcake.  I’m not hungry,” Luna grumbled. Daniel nodded, “Should we call it a day? We can go shopping.” Luna shrugged, “I don’t care what we do. I want Harry.” Daniel’s blood ran cold.  Luna couldn’t stop thinking of Harry for two seconds. Instead of wanting to spend time with her boyfriend, Luna chose her friend.  Daniel knew what was going on.  Luna was in love with Harry too.   “I have to call my mom tonight.  Are you okay with grabbing dinner by yourself?” Daniel asked. “Sure, Harry can join me.  He wanted to take me to this one restaurant.  Tell your mom that I say hi.  I love your mom,” Luna smiled. Daniel nodded, “I will.  She loves you too.  For now, let’s go out and shop.” Luna stood up, gathering their trash to throw away.  While Luna stepped away from the table, Daniel messaged a recent love interest that hadn’t stopped asking for a second date.  He agreed to a video date later that night while Luna was out.  If Luna’s heart wasn’t in this relationship, then Daniel should be allowed to date other people.

           Harry lowered his rosy lips to catch the blonde’s plump red ones.  Harry sighed into the kiss, holding her curvy body closer to his.  Sheila pulled away from Harry’s intoxicating lips.  Her eyes darkened with lust as she squeezed Harry’s butt.  Harry nearly moaned out in the middle of the street.  It had been too long since Harry felt this much passion.   “How long will you be in town?” Sheila asked, dragging a finger down Harry’s lips. Harry smirked, “I have one last day here. Will you grab dinner with me?” “As long as it ends with dessert at my house,” Sheila purred, strutting off.   Harry’s knees weakened, watching Sheila’s hips sway side to side.  Harry skipped down the street toward the hotel.  Sheila restored his hope of love.  Harry hummed a happy tune, waltzing through the hotel doors.  Harry kicked off his boots, unaware of Luna waiting for his arrival. “Where were you?” Harry yelped, flinching with fear.  He peeked, glaring when he discovered Luna’s presence.   “Geez, you nearly gave me a heart attack. What’s the matter?” Harry huffed. Luna rolled her eyes, “Where were you?” “I was out.  I don’t need to tell you everything,” Harry grumbled, stealing a water bottle from the fridge.   Harry’s cold tone caused Luna to shrink back. Luna didn’t mean to sound clingy. Harry faced Luna, missing the pain cross her face. “I missed you,” Luna mumbled out. Harry chuckled bitterly, “Don’t you have a boyfriend?” “Yeah, I just missed spending time with you. This vacation was supposed to be for us,” Luna blinked back tears. Harry could not stand around and wait for Luna to choose him over Daniel.  He couldn’t watch his heart break in half each time Luna left him for Daniel.  Perhaps that is why Harry gave Luna the cold shoulder. “Well, we can have time apart.  We aren’t a couple and Daniel makes sure that I know that,” Harry hissed. Luna’s eyes widen, “What does that even mean?” How could Harry throw a fit over Luna finally being happy?  Luna never complained when Harry dated other girls that Luna despised.   Harry glared, “Daniel doesn’t like me. He ignores me, and when he does speak to me, it is to challenge my intelligence.  He even forced you to stay away from me.  I regret coming on this trip.” Whenever Harry argued with anyone, he used the low blow to win.  Harry did not regret this trip, but his heart was tired.  Guilt spread throughout Harry when he saw Luna’s heart visibly crack.  Tears blurred her vision, but Luna was not one to give up easily. Luna gasped, “Fine.  You can leave.  I don’t need you here.  You’re right. We need space.  I’m not your mother.  You can spend all of your time with whoever stained your lips with their lipstick.  I hope you are happy.” Luna stormed past a shocked Harry.  Harry cowered at the slamming door.  Luna let go of the breath she had been holding.  Tears streamed down Luna’s cheeks.  She didn’t know why Harry’s words hurt her feelings, but the aching in her heart was worse than Zayn ever left it.  Harry shook his head, ignoring his heart which was begging him to chase after Luna.   “Dammit!” Harry shouted, chunking the water bottle across the room.   Harry slid down the hotel wall, shielding his face from the cruel world.  He wondered how much worse things could get.  

           Luna walked into her room, finding a note from Daniel.  Daniel went to check out a nearby bookstore.  Luna sighed, crumpling the note in her hand.  She trudged toward the bed, plopping down with an oomph.  Tears soaked the sheets as her mind raced.  The thought of Harry leaving her to kiss someone else hurt her heart.  The idea of Harry pressing his lips to that girl’s lips left her mind aching.  Why did she care?  Luna closed her eyes, choosing sleep instead of dealing with her feelings.  Harry darted around the room, calling multiple restaurants for reservations. He buttoned up his black shirt, checking his appearance in the mirror.  Was it wrong of him to go on this date when his best friend was in the next room crying?  No, Luna abandoned him whenever she chose to fall in love with someone else.  Now it was Harry’s turn to find love. Sheila messaged him, explaining her outfit in significant detail.  Harry drooled over the photo she sent him.  Harry couldn’t wait to see her.  Luna woke up, clutching her throbbing head.  She frowned, realizing she forgot to pack pain relievers.  She groaned, lacing up her sneakers to head out to the shop across the street.  Harry dabbed aftershave on his neck, locking his hotel room.  He headed toward the restaurant which happened to be two blocks away from the hotel.  Luna swallowed the pills, searching for a restaurant to eat at.  Harry waited until he saw Sheila walk in, wearing the tightest dress ever.  Harry smirked, pulling out the chair for his date.  Luna walked down the sidewalk, watching people pass her by.  Her heart continued to ache, but the moon calmed her down.  She settled on a soup shop, waiting impatiently in the long line of customers. Harry discussed his interests with Sheila and listened to her complain about the state of the world.  Luna sat alone, staring at the beautiful night sky. Memories of Harry filled her mind. Luna remembered the time Harry surprised her with a midnight picnic.  He read about the increased visibility of Saturn and bought a special telescope for Luna.  Luna wished Harry was with her right now.  Harry finished his meal with a slice of cheesecake.  Sheila gulped down the last of her wine. “I guess it’s time for dessert at my place,” Sheila winked. Harry blushed, “I can’t wait to taste it.” Harry pushed in his chair, reaching for Sheila’s hand.  Harry’s lips captured Sheila’s plump ones once they had stepped outside of the restaurant. Harry’s eager lips broke away so he could call for a cab.  Harry filled the cab ride with secret kisses.  Sheila unlocked her front door, while Harry shed off his jacket.  Sheila pushed him up against the wall, sharing sloppy kisses with Harry.  Harry’s pants dropped to the floor, beginning the long night ahead.

           Luna climbed the stairs to her room.  She never rode elevators alone because she feared getting stuck inside of one.  She enjoyed riding elevators with Harry because he distracted her from the clunky noises.  Luna unlocked her door, calling out Daniel’s name.  She waltzed in, not expecting to find her boyfriend naked in front of his laptop.  She squealed, closing her eyes.  Daniel shouted curse words, searching for his pants.  The barista on the opposite end of the call gasped, asking Daniel who walked in.  Daniel quickly pressed the end call button and tugged on his underwear.  Luna opened her eyes, seething with anger.  Her jaw clenched while Daniel held up his hands in surrender. “Babe, it isn’t what it looks like,” Daniel rushed out.   Luna chuckled bitterly, “Oh okay, I thought that my boyfriend was cheating on me.  Who is she?” Daniel sighed, “Babe.” “Daniel, you better answer me.  Who is she?  I’m not playing games,” She growled. “Her name is Cheryl.  I met her one week ago at a coffee shop.  We went on our first date when you left with Harry last week for a photo shoot." She gasped, clutching her chest, “You’ve been doing this for that long?  I’m stupid. I thought you loved me.  I told Harry to leave me alone because you weren’t happy.  I changed my life for you.” Daniel glared, “Hey, I’m not the only guilty one.  You’ve been cheating on me with Harry.” Luna whipped her head up, “You think I cheated on you with Harry?  I’m sorry, but I’m in a loving relationship, or I was.  I never wanted to hurt you, but you didn’t feel the same way.” Daniel cowered, stepping away from Luna, “I’ll break up with her.  I love you. Please, I can change.”’ Luna bit her lip, swallowing the lump in her throat, “Daniel, you need to leave.” “Babe,” Daniel tried to pet her cheek, but she moved away from his hands. “You need to leave,” She hissed. “If you loved me then you would give me a second chance,” Daniel spit out. “Leave right now!” Luna growled. Daniel stumbled out of the room, dodging the items Luna threw at him.  Daniel collected all that he could, darting out of the hotel.  Luna didn’t know where he would go at this time of night, but she no longer cared.  She slammed the door, sliding down into a pile of heartbreak.  Tears flowed down her cheeks while sobs filled the silent room. Daniel’s items cluttered the clean floor, but Luna didn’t care.  She curled up, crying out in pain.  She pulled her phone out of her pocket, dialing the only person who could help her. Harry’s phone rang on Sheila’s bedside table.  He unwrapped his arms from Sheila’s waist, glancing at his phone. “Who is it?” Sheila asked, cuddling closer to Harry’s warm body. Harry watched Luna’s picture flash on his screen.  His heart begged for him to answer, but his mind pressed the decline button.  Daniel could help her with whatever she needed.  Harry was done running to her beckoning call. “It’s no one important,” Harry rolled back onto his side. “Great, how about a third time?” Sheila asked, nipping at Harry’s shoulder.   “I would love that,” Harry chuckled. Luna clutched her phone to her chest. Where was Harry?  Didn’t he know that she needed him?

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