#fun fact (sad fact to me): i was obsessed with her before i was aware of the internet so i tragically know no fun facts about her

[nexysworld]

Summary: It was like staring at a finished puzzle, everything clicking together correctly. Yet despite his fantasies, and how peaceful you looked – he knew deep down a piece was missing. The truth was you weren’t really his, at least not in the way he wanted, and he was going to have to change that. Pairing: RE4R!Yandere Leon x Reader Tags: Suggestive themes but no smut, Yandere, Mentions of murder, stalking, canon typical violence, kidnapping, obsessive behavior, drugging A/N: This was a ko-fi commission for a really wonderful person. I had so much fun writing a little self contained story about Yandere Leon. <3

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Part I: The Small Details

Leon tapped his fingers against the scratchy worn fabric of the couch as he watched you curled up on the other end of the sectional nearly asleep. The colors of the TV flashing across your skin, the only light in the dark living room. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d found himself admiring you like this – running his eyes over the contours of your face, imagining what it would be like to trace them with his fingers. You were always the cutest like that, eyes lidded, mouth parted slightly as you teetered between dreamland and reality.

It was like staring at a finished puzzle, everything clicking together correctly. Yet despite his fantasies, and how peaceful you looked – he knew deep down a piece was missing. The truth was you weren’t really his, at least not in the way he wanted. As close as the two of you were, he was aware of the fact he was only a friend to you.

Every time he felt he was getting closer to making you his, you would wander off into the arms of another asshole. Every time it ended the same way, with you running back into his arms sobbing, if only you could see how much better off you’d be with him. If only you knew. 

Though, what he neglected to tell you was he was the reason each of them ran off. Typically it didn’t take much. Some blackmailing via the use of government tools coupled with the threat of violence usually did the trick. They’d be off, tail between their legs leaving you with nothing more than a break up test or worse, being ghosted. He hated to see the downfall of it, the way the tears spilled down your cheeks as your face scrunched up. The sad way you’d ask him if you'd done anything wrong. It crushed him, but he knew it’s what you needed, what was best for you. Leon sighed, scooting slowly over to your sleeping form reaching a hand out to gently brush some of your hair out of your face before leaning down to place a soft kiss to your forehead. He let his lips linger there, taking in the scent of your hair and relishing the feeling of the contact. ‘Goodnight Sweetheart.’ He thought to himself before making his way to his own bed, down the short hallway. He curled under the plush sheets wishing you were with him.

The next morning he found you moving about the kitchen, cracking some eggs into a pan while the smell of bacon wafted towards him from the other. He loved watching you do things, somehow you managed to make even the mundane beautiful in his eyes. “Good morning.” “Oh, morning!” You said in return, pushing the eggs around in the pan as they cooked. “Hope you’re hungry. I think I cracked too many eggs by accident.” “Starving actually.” He went to pull the chair out to sit, interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. A sigh escaped his lips as he saw Hunnigan’s name on the caller ID. If there was anything of note about the woman, it was that she had the world’s worst timing. “Give me a minute.” Leon said, bowing out of the room.  It was just a run of the mill mission, but the details took forever to get through, at least that’s how it was feeling when all he wanted to do was get back to you. The moment the woman finished her speech, Leon tucked his phone back into the pockets of his cotton gray pajama pants before sliding back into the kitchen and taking his seat.  “Work again?” You asked, scooping food onto his plate. “Unfortunately.” He replied, slightly muffled as he was already chowing down. He used his hand to cover his mouth before swallowing.  “You know, they’ve been reaching out to you a lot lately – are they ever going to give you a break?” Taking your own seat, he was already half finished by the time you scooted in and took your first bite. He shrugged, a smile coming to his face at your concern. “Comes with the territory.” “Territory? I mean the last time I was over here they were calling you at what, 3am? You had to book it out the door before barely saying goodbye.” “Like I said, it comes with the territory.” “Uh huh…” You replied, an eyebrow raising. “What kind of territory are we talking about? I know you’re not a doctor, or a cop, so what kind of job has you on-call 24/7?” Leon let out an annoyed sigh. This was a conversation the two of you have had many times since you met. He’d tried just about every tactic of avoiding the topic as he could, but you seemed unrelenting in your quest for knowledge about his line of work. “I work for the government.” “Sure, I know that, but most government workers are like 9-5’s, I thought that was the point.” “Not that kind of government – You’re always asking me this, why do you want to know so bad?” “Because you’re my friend Leon.” Ouch. “And I care about you.” ‘Then why can’t we be more than friends?’ He thought to himself before shooing the thought from his brain. He considered your words for a moment, taking a sip of his orange juice. “Will you take no for an answer?”  “No!” You said firmly, a triumphant smirk overtaking your features. “Especially not this time. C’mon Lee, please? Please?”

As much as he wanted to stay firm, like he always did, something about this particular morning and the sound of your pleading voice cracked his shell just a little. “I can’t tell you, because I don’t want you to get hurt because of it.” “Oooooh spooky.” You replied with a roll of your eyes. “If you won’t tell me I’ll just have to start guessing. Let’s see, what kind of government job would be dangerous and have you darting off at all hours of the night. Hmmm.” You brought your chin to your face in mock thought – Leon would’ve thought it was adorable if not for how much he didn’t want to be having this conversation. “Are you in the mafia?” Well that’s not what he was expecting, he almost choked on his OJ, brow raising as he let out a snort. “Mafia? You can’t be serious!  Where’d you even get that from, you think just because I’m Italian I’m in the Mafia.” He teased in return.  “It makes sense, a secret life of crime – working with the government to take out rival families.” “You watch too much TV.” “Ok, ok, that was ridiculous. But seriously, I thought we were close. You can’t even tell your best friend what you do for a living? Do you not trust me? I’m hurt.” Your bottom lip jutted out into a mock pout and you batted your eyes dramatically.

He knew you well enough to know that you were half kidding. The pout and exaggerated tone were part of the joke, but damn if that look still didn’t kill him inside. “Fine.” He conceded. “I work for a special part of the federal government. Let’s say we handle things like viruses and stuff.” “Viruses…and stuff?” The way you tilted your head like a confused puppy made his heart trump out of beat for just a moment. “What does that even mean?” “I guess you could say we clean up after them, make sure they don’t spread. That kind of thing.” He was hoping her questioning would stop soon if he gave just enough information to satisfy your curiosity finally – he should have known better though. “But then why would knowing that have anything to do with me getting hurt?” Your eyebrows knitted together, frustration evident on your face. He wanted to smooth out those anger lines with him thumb. “Leon, there’s something you’re not telling me and I don’t like it. What do you really do for a living?” “I just told yo–” “No, cut the crap. Tell me the truth. The real truth. The whole truth –” “Or so help me god? What is this, an interrogation at the witness stand?” “Not funny.” You said firmly, crossing your arms as you leaned back in your chair, staring him down. “Not only am I hurt that you’re still not being honest, but now I’m worried too. Worried about you.” Leon matched the intensity of your stare, taking the last bite of his food. He mulled over things quickly, knowing he had to reply soon before the situation grew more tense. On the one hand, he still didn’t want to open that can of worms with you. On the other hand, maybe if you did understand what was out there, what he protects you against every day it would bring you closer. Maybe it was just the thing he was needing to take things to the next step, have you all to himself – to finally fit that last piece of the puzzle into place.

“Ok, if you really want to know what I do for work, let me show you.”  “Really?” “Really. But I do have to warn you, you might see some pretty gnarly things.” “I can handle gnarly.” “If you say so.” He knew this was a gamble on his part, but he was too committed now to back out. Scooting his chair out, he stood grabbing his dishes. “Wait here for me, I’ll be right back.” He gently set the glass and porcelain into the sink as you gave him a thumbs up, a tiny piece of egg stuck to the corner of your mouth. Instinctively he reached out, flicking it off your face. “So messy.” He chided, teasingly.  Leon headed down the hall and past his bedroom at the locked door of his home office. He’d never let you in there before, and he wasn’t about to let you in there now. Too much evidence of his love for you, among other things. Pictures of your smile scattered about in the forms of polaroids, documents he printed for keeping tabs, and an extra file cabinet dedicated to those he deemed unworthy of your life. 

None of that was important though, what he was really looking for was the heavy metal laptop on the center of the cheap wood desk. The “Property of the United States Government’s Division of Security Operations” logo was worn down from years of use. Leon hadn’t bothered to request a new one, only ever using it for filing and reading reports – or a virtual meeting on the rare occasion. Grabbing it, he slunk back to the living room, leaning back down onto his couch. 

A wave of anxiety washed over him as he considered what he was truly about to do, what he was about to show you. “Done eating?” He asked, patting the seat next to him.  You responded by standing and stretching for a moment before walking over and plopping down next to him. Eyeing the laptop a smirk came to your face. “I guess you really do work for the government. I’ll be damned.” “The sticker give it away?” He asked with a chuckle. With the press of a button, the laptop came whirring to life. As it loaded he looked at you. “I know this probably goes without saying, but anything you see is confidential. Anything. I could get in a ton of trouble if a civilian saw any of this.” “Scary. But yeah I get it.” He could see the subtle change in your expression. Underneath that excitement and confidence there was a hint of trepidation. 

Leon gave you one more moment to back out, before he entered his information into the login screen. Once the desktop was in view, he opened the web browser and pressed his finger to the scanner on the keyboard. “D.S.O Case Archives,” read the top of the web page. He toggled through a few navigational pages until finally an archive of folders appeared. “There’s two case files I want to share with you. The first was the incident that lead me to my current job.” He clicked on the file titled, “Raccoon City,” a document appearing on the page. Details of the year and date were at the top along with a case summary. “Go ahead, check it out.” He handed the laptop over to you, letting you scroll through the document. Eyeing your face carefully, he studied each change in your expression, each hitched breath as you made your way through it. A gasp left your mouth at a photo halfway through. It was a clip taken from security footage, one of the ‘lickers’ as Leon remembered dubbing them. The monster had its tongue out, deformed face almost staring at the camera. “This is a joke right? That can’t be real.” Despite your best efforts to remain brave, Leon could sense the unease beneath it all. “It’s not a joke.” He assured softly. 

“Is that you?” You asked, pointing to a picture farthing down on the document. It was an old photo of himself, still in his RPD uniform. It looked more like a mugshot, he was in a gray room bandage wrapped around his shoulder.  “Yeah. It was my first day as a cop when the outbreak happened.” “You were a cop, I never knew that…. But Raccoon City? I’ve never even heard of a place like that.” “That’s because you didn’t read far enough.” You leaned back for a moment taking in that information before returning to the webpage, scrolling through as you finished the report, eyes scanning over every line of text, every image. “Wait, the government bombed the city? Just like that? Wiped off the planet?” He nodded solemnly, patting you on the back. “Yeah. They thought it was the only way to prevent national panic and contain the outbreak. I managed to get out, but so many people weren’t as lucky.” “I don’t understand.” “That’s just how the government operates –” “No… I mean… Why would you work for them now? After knowing what they did?” 

Not expecting the question, he thought for a moment before deciding to just be truthful. “It wasn’t my choice. After I managed to get out, I was picked up by some agents wanting to interview me. Afterwards I was “asked” to join this government program.” He shrugged it off. “I don’t mind it though. I became a cop because I wanted to help people, and I still get to. The money’s good, and if not for this job I’d never have moved here and met you.”  A dry laugh escaped your lips at the last part. “You’re insane. But I guess it’s good you can think positively after…that. I’ll be honest though, I don’t know if I fully believe this. I don’t think you’re lying but like, monsters? Zombies? If I didn’t know you as well as I did I’d be calling you crazy.”  ‘If only you knew just how insane I am for you.’ He nodded in agreement. “I get that. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes I wouldn’t have believed it either.”  “And so like, you deal with things like that all the time?” “I wouldn’t say all the time. Some missions are more normal y’know? Stand bodyguard for some high ranking official. Escort this person, investigate this lead – a lot of which don’t go anywhere.” He shrugged it off.  “What…what was that second one you wanted to show me?” “Are you sure? You look a little freaked out. We can stop.” “No, no I want to see. Please.” You said, handing the laptop back to him.  He didn’t question you further, instead exiting the document before scrolling to find the next one. “The Kennedy Report - Las Plagas” was the title. Again, the folder contained a document littered with information and photos. 

Not even waiting for him to speak, you grabbed it from him, hunching over as if getting as close to the screen as possible would help you take in the information. “Wait, you wrote this report? And…Leon this was the last time you were away.” The shock on your face was palpable, mouth agape, eyes wide. He found it amusing that information alone had such an effect on you and you hadn’t even made it to the meat of the report yet. It made his heart thud. “Yeah, and yep.” He confirmed.  “The President’s daughter? No way…” You continued to mutter little comments to yourself as you read along – nose nearly touching the monitor by the time you reached the first picture of a plaga. “Jesus christ! What the fuck is that thing?”  He could tell you weren’t really asking, as you just continued your venture through the webpage, face becoming more contorted with confusion and an unreadable expression to Leon. The bottom of the report held a photo of him and Ashley Graham standing next to one another outside a helicopter. You reached out to touch the screen, finger on his chest. The look of discomfort on your face was quickly replaced with a smile, as if you were masking whatever it was you were really feeling. “That’s what you wear at work? If that shirt was any tighter you might bust through it, really showing off the muscles, damn.” 

He couldn’t contain the snort that left him. You were too precious, making jokes to deflect how you were really feeling. It was something Leon himself was all too familiar with, just another reason he knew you were that missing piece to him. 

Grabbing the laptop, he closed the lid and set it on the side table. He didn’t speak, giving you a few minutes to process. 

“That was real?”  “Yeah.” “All of it?” “Yeah.”  Nodding, you flopped sideways to rest your head on his shoulder. He felt his chest tighten at the contact, resisting the urge to wrap his arm around you and kiss your forehead – just like he’d done when you were sleeping. “Thank you for telling me. I get now why you didn’t before. I’m sorry for prying.” “It’s alright. I get the curiosity.” Daring to take a chance, he did wrap his arm around you, combing his fingers through your hair. He felt you relax against him. “Made me feel a little better actually.” “Really?” “Yeah, it’s not often I get to open up like that.” “Can I ask you a question?” “Of course.”  “You said part of why you never told me before was because you were worried about me getting hurt. What…what did you mean by that?” “Working on missions like that puts me in front of  a lot of dangerous people. That’s not even including the government itself – they like their secrets. I guess I’m just worried the more you know, the more there’s a possibility of you being a target.” It was there, only for a second, but he caught it – a look of fear, it nearly crushed him. “Don’t worry though.” He added. “I’d never let anything happen to you. Ever. Promise.”  “Lee…” The nickname you only used on special occasions, your voice so soft if you weren’t leaning on him he wouldn’t have heard it.  “Yeah?” He didn’t expect the way you moved so quickly, moving so you were straddling his lap, staring directly at him – looking into his eyes with an intensity he’d never seen before. You gulped down and took a few breaths in as if to stop yourself from crying before wrapping your arms around him tightly, chin resting tightly on his shoulder. He mimicked your actions, squeezing you tightly against him.  It affirmed his decision that telling you was the right thing to do. He could already sense that you two were closer after this, knew you’d be his soon. For now though he chose to linger in the moment, enjoying the way you felt against him – how you clung to him.

Part II: The Short Interlude 

Leaving that conversation with Leon left you feeling indescribable. It was easy at first to shake away those icky feelings, burying them under the ongoings of day to day life – but at nighttime the struggle would begin. The lingering memory of those awful images and nearly worse the stories behind them. 

Denial was the first thing you tried, shaking your head as if the thoughts would empty themselves too. ‘That would never happen here. That stuff couldn’t possibly be real. The government wouldn’t really do that, right?’ The more you thought about it though, the more feelings of anxiety would wash over you. It had you rethinking a lot of things, things you wouldn’t normally have taken so seriously. Several late nights were spent suddenly missing your family, or old friends you haven't seen in a while. 

The growing ‘what ifs’ weighed on you heavily to the point where you decided you wanted to be home again, close to your loved ones. If god forbid something happened they were who you wanted to be beside.

Of course you felt bad for leaving Leon, especially after how he admittedly opened up to you. It made you feel guilty, like the world’s shittiest friend. But worst of all, you knew you’d miss him. He was a great friend. The best really, more than you could ever ask for. The thought of leaving him behind tugged at your heart – but this is what you needed, at least for now. 

It took all of your willpower to muster the courage to pick up the phone and dial his number. Swallowing down the nervousness, you pressed the cool glass to your ear, letting it ring. Each loop of the dial tone made your resolve falter. About to end the call – he picked up on the last ring.  “Hey, Lee.” You said, pacing back and forth inside your own apartment, not wanting to stand in any one spot too long.  “Hey, it’s been awhile.” “Yeah – you know I wanted to apologize for that. I know I’ve been acting really weird since the day you showed me all that.” “That’s ok, I know it was a lot. Is everything alright? You don’t normally call, just stop by.” “Yeah, yeah.” You said clearing your throat awkwardly. “I just had something I wanted to tell you, that’s all.”  “Something to tell me over the phone and not in person?” You could hear the speculation in his tone. “Sounds like it must not be good news.” 

“I mean, I wouldn’t say it’s bad news.”  “Uh huh…. So what’s up then?” “Well this past weekend I went to visit my parents. While I was out there, I started looking around at places to move to.” “Wait, you went out of town and didn’t tell me? And now you’re talking about moving? Why?” “Well, I didn’t think I needed to tell you.” Shocked by his upsetedness you frowned, biting your lip in thought before adjusting the phone between your neck and shoulder. “Look, just after everything it got me thinking. I just think being near family is what I need right now.” “Is it because that stuff freaked you out? Because if it is, I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intent–” “No, no….I mean maybe a little. I know you didn’t mean it but –” “Come on, your whole life is here, you can’t really be planning on moving so abruptly.” “Leon –” “I’d miss you.” 

Those words crushed you. “I’m going to miss you too, Lee. A lot.” “Then don’t go.” His voice was quieter now, softer. If the phone wasn’t right up to your ear, you wouldn’t have heard it.  “Leon, I have to.” “No you don’t.” His voice was flat, authoritative – the abrupt tone shift shocked you.

“I already made an offer on an apartment.” The phone clicked, ending the call on his end. You stared down at the black screen for a moment before trying to redial the number. It rang twice before going to voicemail. You tried again a second time. Then a third time. By the fourth of him clearly declining your calls, you gave up. ‘Asshole, hanging up on me.’

It’s not how you wanted any of this to go. You slumped down onto your own couch, head in your hands as you thought about everything. “Man this sucks.” It was starting to get dark out, the streetlamps of the parking lot just flickering on, adding a soft yellow glow through the window. Even though you had lived alone this whole time, suddenly your apartment was feeling very lonely. You bounced your leg as you thought about your next move.

With nothing immediately coming to mind, you decided to try and distract yourself, flipping through the channels of your TV, not lingering on any one station for more than a minute or two, before starting back at the top of the list. When that didn’t work, you curled up under the throw blanket hoping sleep would be enough to distract you – instead, all it did was bring back the memories of the countless times you found yourself wrapped under one of Leon’s blankets, always soft and smelling like that fancy cologne he wore, as you’d fall asleep at his apartment. 

You fell asleep missing him.

Part III: The Whole Picture

The morning sun beat down heavily against your eyes. Mumbling you rolled over, not ready for the day to start yet, hands grasping at the plushness beneath you. The softness of the duvet lulled you back into that sweet sinking feeling, nearly unconscious again when it hit you. 

You fell asleep on the couch.

Where was the scratchiness of the knitted throw blanket? How did you have so much space to move? Jolting upright, you looked around, nearly blinded by the light against your sore sleep-filled eyes. Rubbing them quickly, you looked around while they adjusted, heart racing as you realized it wasn’t your living room. “What the–?” It was a plain white room, nothing really in it besides the bed and closet doors at the far wall. 

Attempting to stand, you almost fell, catching yourself against the tall bed. It felt like you were drunk, your head was clear, but your limbs felt numb and heavy, like walking with noodles for legs. It took a moment of deep breaths and sheer will for you to finally fling yourself from the bed to the window, putting your weight against the sill. 

All you could make out in the distance was a flat field of tall grass blowing in the wind, stopping only at a wall of trees. It was a far cry from the urban cement and neon lights of the city. You craned your neck to see if you could make out anything recognizable in either direction – it was just more of the same. A sea of unkempt grass surrounding whatever building you were in. 

A noise behind you made you jolt with panic, in fear you let go of the sill attempting to run as you collapsed to the ground. 

“Oh sweetheart…you’re not ready to be up and walking yet.” 

The familiar voice made you turn instantly, eyes locking with those sky blue ones you were so accustomed to. Your mind was so scrambled by everything going on you didn’t even register the pet name at first. “Leon?” “In the flesh.” He replied, moving to crouch down next to you. He ran his hand from your shoulder down your side to your legs, eyes scanning every part of you. “You alright?” “Where am I?” “Not important, with that drug in your system you might not feel if you hurt yo–” “What drug? Leon where the fuck am I?” Attempting to crawl away from him, he stopped you easily, wrapping an arm around you to hoist you up. Any attempt to kick your legs was futile between his strength and whatever was in your system, there was no helping you when he tossed you back onto the bed. 

“Calm down Angel, calm down. I’ll explain, just, you need to calm down.” “I don’t need to calm down. I need to know what’s going on!” You tried to sit up, but he pushed you back down gently. He leered over you, hands on your arms with a grip that was firm but not tight or painful. His face read full seriousness as you peered into his eyes – he didn’t speak, the cold mix of his stare and the ensuing silence made you wash over with fear.  “I said, calm down.” His words were flat, cold. You couldn’t ever remember hearing him like this. The cold aura that seemed to be emanating from him had you biting your tongue only for a brief moment. “How the hell do you expect me to calm down? Tell me what’s going on right now Leon.” “Always so stubborn.” He said softly, whole body relaxing above you before he let go of his hold. Making his way to the other side of the bed he flopped onto it, pulling you close so you were resting with your head on his chest. He wrapped one arm around you and used the other to gently caress your hair. The switching of emotions nearly gave you whiplash.

“I–” “Shh.” He cooed, continuing to pet you like he was taming a pet. “Shh, don’t speak Angel. I know you have a lot of questions, just relax.”

Your brain wasn’t comprehending anything going unless, especially not his odd demeanor or the pet names he was using in abundance. It’s not like you had never imagined yourself curled up with him like this before – but given the situation it just didn’t feel right. You dared to bring your eyes back up to his, and there they were soft, caring, just like you always remembered them being. Once comforting they were now unsettling. Nothing felt right at this moment; your stomach churned with unease and anxiety. If physically capable you’d have squirmed away, pushed at him, but you were stuck. All you could do was bite with your words. “I’m not going to shush. Not until I have answers, and quit calling me that.” You looked up at him, giving your best icy stare. He stopped running his fingers through your hair. “Alright, alright.” He conceded. “What’s your first question?” 

“Where am I?” “You’re home where you belong.” 

That wasn’t very helpful and certainly didn’t answer your question. “You know that’s not what I mean. Where is “home?”” It was brief but you caught his eyebrow twitch at your pushing, something you’d only ever seen when he was irritated and trying to hide it. 

“Home is with me, the exact location of this house you don’t need to know. Understand, princess?” The cold, flat tone was back again. “Any more questions?” “What did you do to me?”  “Nothing, silly.” “It’s not nothing, my arms, my legs –” “It was just a little medicine to help you sleep on the way here. It’ll wear off soon.”  “How did –” You actually didn’t want to know the answer to that. “Why?” “Why what?” He raised a brow as he tucked some hair behind your ear, an action that was once sweet – something you loved that he would do whenever you were upset. Right now though every touch of his fingertips stung, his non answers beginning to irritate you beyond belief. “What do you think I mean? Why are you doing this? Why did you bring me here?” “Because this is where you belong. I told you that already.” “Leon, come on. You know damn well that’s not what I meant!” You finally snapped out of frustration. “You know what? You’re fucking crazy – take me home right now!”  His grip on you tightened slightly, not as tight as before, but just enough as a warning. “This right here is exactly why you’re here.” He snapped back. “You don’t listen. You don’t think. You have no idea what’s best for you. I’m sorry but I can’t keep letting you go on like that, I have to keep you safe.” “Wha–” “I love you.” He said the words with such firm confidence you were stunned. Despite yourself your cheeks dusted red from hearing the confession, thoughts swirling through your head in hazy clouds of confusion. 

“Leon what the hell –” “I love you.” He said again, cupping your cheek with his palm. “That’s why you’re here. Why I have to keep you safe.” You swatted his hand away as best you could, confusion, anger, and shock morphing your features. He didn’t seem to care for your discomfort as he spoke again. “No more questions. Just relax.” He emphasized his point by sitting up and leaning forward to rub at your thigh. You weren’t sure what he was doing,definitely suspicious of his intentions, until he began kneading at your muscles with both hands. “Feel good?” He applied more pressure as he wired his way down, at first it was a strange sensation, pins and needles mixed with numbness, until it faded and all you could feel was the warmth of his hands on the spot he was working. “Use your words sweetheart.” “Don’t patronize me like that.” “You don’t have to be that way.” He sighed, but continued massaging your muscles. “It’ll help get you walking a little better so I can show you around, help you get settled in. I’m sure your attitude will change after a while” He spoke while he worked, pushing and rubbing against the flesh on both legs.  “Doubtful.”  You couldn’t deny it was pleasurable, but most of all you were keen on getting your movement back. It was clear that he was – crazy, to put it mildly. Either he snapped, or he was never really the Leon you knew, regardless, one thing was true: you needed to get out of here. “That should do it.”

He admired his work before slipping off the bed, and grabbing your hand. “Let me help you up.” Sliding both your legs over the side of the bed was much easier than before, though you were still lacking the ease of coordination you were used to. “You’re going to show me around now?” “That’s right.” Without the ease of proper limb movement you knew there was no making a run for it at this exact second. Considering your situation, you decided to be neutral, allowing him to show you around without much hassle. At best you figured it would be a good way to scout for information, a better understanding of your surroundings.  The house itself was basic. An old ranch style home, one story only a few rooms. Each one was sparsely decorated and furnished, similar to the bedroom you had woken up in. No personal items in sight, white walls, nothing cozy about it. It felt eerie, too cold and open. 

Leon prattled on with an explanation for everything. He left it blank so you two could make it your ‘own space’, he couldn’t wait to settle in with you and make it a home. You replied to his excitement with automatic answers when he forced them out of you, refusing to even feign appreciation. The wood flooring echoed loudly with each heavy step you placed down, you made note of that. Where he talked about putting up photos, you saw the window next to the wall as a potential escape route. The back door had an odd lock set up, several on the outside and the inside, clearly designed both for keeping you in and anything else out. ‘Don’t try that door.’ You added to your mental notes. The bathroom was the last one shown to you, simple, a white claw tub with a pull-string style toilet, mirror, and sink. Nearly nothing was noteworthy about it until your eyes caught the inside door lock, the push button kind. Sure enough, the outside of the knob lacked a keyhole, only that tiny circular pinhole – the only door in the whole house that locks only from the inside. You of course made note of that, bolding it in your head. “So, what do you think? I know it’s a lot different from what we had in the city, but I’m sure once it’s spruced up a bit you’ll feel better.” “Are you going to let me invite friends over?” You asked, sarcasm dripping from your tongue.

Of course if he noticed, he didn’t care, blowing past your attitude with more of his delusional talk. “I wouldn’t get your hopes up. It would be a long while before I would feel comfortable letting anyone step foot in here.”  “Sounds lonely.” You replied flatly, rolling your eyes before scanning around some more, trying to see if there was anything else that could help you. “You’ll have me.” He replied, pressing his lips to your forehead in a soft kiss. You steeled yourself to whatever emotion it brought out in you, resisting the urge to slap him. “Of course and when you’re halfway across the world for work, I bet I'll have tons of fun staring at the grass.” “We’ll get you a cat.” “Leon, I’m getting really  tired of this –” “You’re  pushing it.” “I’m pushing it? You take me to some texas chainsaw style house in the middle of nowhere against my will and I’m the one pushing it? You’re lucky you drugged me, otherwise –” “Oh cool it.” He ruffled your hair. “You’re adorable when you’re upset, know that? Like a kitten.”

You saw red, biting your lip, your hand came up to make contact with his face not able to contain the frustration anymore – disappointed when he grabbed your wrist catching it easily.  “Exactly what I’m talking about.” He pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand, letting out a deep sigh. “Look, I know something that will chill you out.” “I don’t want anymore medicine.” “It’s not medicine.”

“I don’t believe that.”  “You don’t have to.” He said with a shrug, before turning you and leading you carefully back through the house, stopping at the large set of french doors at the front. To your dismay it held the same, if not more locks than the back door. The large window next to it was a casement type with a crank, the slats looked just big enough for you to slip through if you could manage to get them open; another note added.

You watched as he dug in his pocket for his keychain. The green and black one made out of paracord, you recognized it as the one he always used for his car keys, except now it held a slew of others. Leon made quick work of the lock system, expertly flipping through each colored key. Anticipation burned in your core with every click of a lock turning into place, closer and closer to the smallest taste of freedom. 

The air outside was colder than you expected, the breeze that made the grass sway had picked up since your view out the window. It stung slightly against your cheeks, but felt great compared to the stale air of the house. Taking a deep breath in, you closed your eyes just enjoying the smell, the feeling, pretending he didn’t exist for a moment. The urge to run created an uncomfortable uneasiness in your legs.

The view wasn't much different than the one from the bedroom window. An endless sea of grass stopped only by a wall of trees in the far distance, except now the sunset was adding purple and yellow hues to everything. It occurred to you that you had no real idea how long you were out or what time it had been when you woke up. Nothing outside was distinguishable, nothing recognizable. At least until you scanned all the way to the right and noticed where Leon’s jeep was parked – if his vehicle was over there, then likely the path in and out was too. 

“I know how much you love the sunset, it’s better here too. Another reason why I picked this place just for you.” He took a few more steps out with you, but held you close to him. More of the property made its way into your vision, not a ton, but enough that when you looked to the side, you could definitely see the dirt path that led out into the thicket of trees. ‘That’s the way I need to go.’ “Sweetheart, are you listening to me?” “How could I not be, you’re right there.” You could see the annoyance on his features again, he didn’t bother to reply to you this time, instead looking off at the sky himself. You weren’t exactly sure what the plan was yet. Even if you hadn’t learned about the details of Leon’s work, it wouldn’t take a genius to know he would be hard to get away from. Anyone with working eyes could see how built he was, but coupled with knowing that he was skilled at likely this exact kind of thing – if you even had a 1% chance of escaping, you needed an advantage. A head start, a distraction, anything.

As the sun dipped lower and lower, the hazy warm colors of the sunset disappeared into the ever growing darkness that began overtaking the landscape. He wasn’t wrong, it was different from the city, no neon lights or dull street lamps for illumination. As pretty as the stars were twinkling above, the rest of the world was dark. Another thing to worry about, if you even managed to get outside long enough to run. 

Despite spending the entirety of the sunset in deep thought about your escape plan, nothing came to mind. Settling in on the fact that you would have to remain here at least for the night, you didn’t protest when Leon corralled you back inside.  “We should start getting you ready for bed.”  “I haven’t even been awake for more than a few hours.” You protested, not wanting to relinquish consciousness yet. “Today’s been stressful, and you’ve been extra fussy. It’s clear you need more rest.” He patted you on the back before toting you back to the bedroom, ignoring your protests. Sitting at the edge of the bed, you turned up your nose and looked away when he began to strip himself out of his day clothes, peeling the fabric off of himself to make way for his pajamas. “Sweetheart, you shouldn’t stain your neck like that, might hurt yourself.” “Whatever.” When you turned to look at him your eyes landed on the fact he was only choosing to wear a thin pair of pants as his ‘pajamas’. You’d seen him less than dressed before, but in this context it was definitely different. While you’d indulged in admiring his physique before, now it was a reminder of just how strong he was. The pants too left little to the imagination, him obviously having opted on going commando. “You don’t seriously plan on sharing a bed, do you?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t we?” “I don’t want to share a bed with you.” “That’s not up for you to decide. Besides, I’ve seen you sleep, you’re beautiful like that – I refuse to give up that view ever again.”

The words made your stomach churn. “Well, I’m not tired.” “That’s alright, you will be once you take your medicine. It’ll help you sleep.” Another protest died on your tongue as he disappeared from the room before returning with a few pills and a glass of water. They were small and pink, nothing you recognized. Accepting them from his hands, you considered if you should take them or if you could get away with only pretending. 

The decision was made for you as a crack of thunder outside jolted his attention for a moment, pulling him to the window. In a snap decision, you stuffed them into the pillow case before pretending to put your hand to your mouth the moment he turned to look at you before gulping down the water.  “Open for me.” You did as you were told. “Tongue up too.” You moved the muscle up and down, side to side to make sure that he could see nothing was within your mouth. “Stand.” “Oh come on, you told me to take the pills. I did.” “I said, stand.” He repeated, gently pulling you back to your feet.. He looked at where you had been sat, running his hand along the sheet and lifting the pillow before doing one final search on the floor. Pleased with the lack of what he found, he smiled at you. “Good girl. Let’s get some rest.” There was no avoiding the inevitable now as you slipped under the covers against your will. He’d pulled you in close to him, hot breath on your neck, body heat and muscles pressed into your back. His heavy arm laid over you like a blanket made of stone, keeping you in place. There you were stuck, trapped. Plush lips placed a few kisses on your neck as well, stiffening your body like a plank of wood. “Stop that.” You commanded, doing your best to jerk your neck from him. For once, he did as you asked, allowing you to adjust far enough away that you were out of the range of his lips, still stuck under his arm.

It made you sad, angry, every emotion in between. Despite only being aware of your situation for hours, it felt like a lifetime away that things were normal. You and Leon were friends, crashing on his couch while you watched movies – clinging to him at your most vulnerable emotional moments. Still no comfort was found in his touch, especially not in the dark silence of the room. If anything, it was making you feel worse than it had earlier, claustrophobic even. Despite knowing you needed to remain still, pretend to at least sleep, all you wanted to do was fidget, brain recounting the day's events over and over again, landing on that bathroom door. The knob, the only lock in the house that could benefit you.

The unbearable need to get away was gradually becoming all consuming the longer you were left with your thoughts. “Leon?” You called his name gently once his breathing had evened out along with his heartbeat. No response came, just a mild fluctuation in his breath, a twitch of his arm. ‘He must be sleeping.’

While no grand escape plan had come to you, the opportunity to at least get some solitude and to abate the restlessness in your legs kept tugging at your brain. Gently, you lifted his arm off of you, squirming out from under it to scoot to the edge of the bed. “Where …you…going?” His voice was slurred with sleep still, and he made no motion to move.  “I have to pee really bad.” You did your best to match that same slurred sleepiness, hoping he was still under the impression you’d taken whatever medication it was he’d given you.  “Just be quick.” He rolled over to the other side pulling the blanket with him as if he was settling back down to sleep.

Slowly you creeped around the bed, mimicking the heavy gait you had earlier when first waking up, even once you creaked the bedroom door open you continued allowing your footsteps to be heard, not wanting to make him suspicious of anything. 

The bathroom was exactly the relief you had intended. Freedom to stretch and move your limbs, freedom of silence that didn’t feel all encompassing as you lightly drummed your fingers against the porcelain of the sink. Time was limited this evening so once you had enough time to breathe, you flushed the toilet before splashing some water onto your face, resolving yourself to head back to the room.

Turning to make your way back, the little button lock on the bathroom door was pushed out towards you, catching your attention once more. Clicking the button into place, you attempted to twist the knob – sure enough it stuck in place just like you had hoped. ‘No fucking way!’ You cheered mentally. 

‘Ok, he forgot one lock… but how does that help me?’ Looking behind you, you took a chance by sliding the shower curtain open as quickly and quietly as possible. There eye to eye you came with a window. It was the same crank open type as the living room, but with only one panel that opened out. It would be a tight fit, but with enough determination you could probably fit. Debating on if this was something you should try tonight, or hold onto the idea for a better occasion. ‘But what better timing would there be before he noticed the lock?’

Taking a chance, you closed the door again making sure the lock was in place and testing the knob. “I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.” You chanted to yourself, stepping into the cold tub. The crank on the window was old, and you were sure it would be loud. “Quickly. Gotta do it quickly.” It took all your strength to get it to budge, arm muscle aching, but finally it gave way beginning to turn. A loud screech echoed within the tiny bathroom. Immediately you stopped, listening for movement from the other room. 

Nothing. So far so good. You went back to turning it, the window opening slowly with each turn. At the halfway mark you halted, this time the sound of another door creaking made the hair on your back stand straight. The thudding of heavy steps barrelling towards the door had your fight or flight mode going haywire.  “Sweetheart.” His voice was low with having just woken. “Come out here.” The sound of his fist against the door made your heart skip a beat and made your stomach churn as if you were going to throw up.  “No.” You called back, hurriedly trying to finish getting the damned window open.

His hand met the knob, attempting to turn it when it stuck. He jiggled it a few times, fear settling ice cold in your stomach at his voice. “Open. The. Door.”

It was a command. His fist continued to beat against the door and his other hand fought with the doorknob behind you, the wood creaking and bowing with each blow. It felt like time stood still and sped up all at once. The impending fear of him breaking through the door felt like it was only milliseconds away, while the crank of the window felt like it would take years to get open.  “Angel, I’m worried about you. Just open the door.” He called through this time, his voice a soft coo in comparison to the harsh way he was handling the few inches of wood that kept you apart. “No you’re not you freak! Leave me alone!” You shouted, voice wavering as a loud boom was heard behind you, followed by the sound of wood cracking. “Angel, I don’t want to scare you. I just need you to come out right now please. Just come back to bed. It’ll be alright – we both know you won’t make it far even if you get out the window.” So he did know your plan, if it weren’t for the adrenaline coursing through you, that might have rattled you. But you were determined, with one more push, the window was open enough for you to pull yourself up and through, just in time for one more solid blow to the door behind you. 

Plopping to the ground, you had just enough time to see Leon through the window staring down at you before you took off. Legs moving as fast as they could take you, you just ran. No thought for the path you saw earlier, no thought of where, just pure speed. 

It was so dark you couldn’t see anything through the tall grass as you ran, feet stinging as you stepped on various rocks and anything else hidden in the dirt between patches. Had your arms not been held out in front of you, a head-on collision with a tree would’ve been imminent as you reached the edge of the property. 

Not a track star by any means your stamina was waning as your legs grew sore. Knowing you couldn’t outrun him, you hoped you could at least hide, scrambling into the blanket of trees staying as quiet as you could. 

“Sweetheart!” You heard his voice calling you in the distance. “It’s not safe out here.”

You ducked down under the root of a large tree, shivering against the cold and silently praying nothing was under there with you. “Just come back and we can talk. You have no shoes, you’re not in outside clothes, it’s dark. I’ll give you one chance to come back, you’re not going to like it if I have to play chase Angel.”

‘I’m not your Angel, asshole.’ You hunched in on yourself more, trying to make yourself smaller as his voice grew louder, hoping you wouldn’t be noticeable. You didn’t hear him again, or any impending footsteps after several moments. Ambient noises of the forest overtook your ears, crickets chirping a frog in the distance croaking – hyper aware of everything, the hairs on the back of your neck stood straight up. You felt like a cat, ready to pounce at any second.

When there was still no sign of Leon, with limbs trembling, you stood, tilting your head to see if you could hear anything. The whistling of the wind picking up was the only difference, the cold air biting at you. Mustering up the courage, you took a single step forward. Then another, and another. Moving from one tree to another, praying to the universe that you made the right choice, that you were heading opposite of whatever direction Leon fucking Kennedy was in.  With each progression forward, the fear ebbed away as your confidence slowly renewed. The farther into the woods you managed to get, the darker it was getting. The canopy above began to block out any remnants of the small moonlight that guided any of your previous moves. Feeling vaguely safe, you stopped to take a breath and to assess what to do next – one possibility hunkering down until sunlight came. ‘Who knows how long that could be, and he’ll be scouring these woods all night.’

“You got this. Just think….think…”

And that’s when you felt it from behind, his arms clamped around you, one hand covering your mouth. A muffled “mmph” escaped you before you registered a sweet smell overtaking you. You flailed desperately, feet digging into the mud, nails making crescent shapes in his tight forearms, desperate to get away. Your movements were becoming uncoordinated again, head hazy as the world turned hues of pink. “Got you Sweetheart. It’s alright, it’s alright.” Leon’s voice cooed in your ear again. “I’m not upset, I promise. You don’t have to be scared. We just gotta get you home.” His words warped and began to sound strange as your vision went funny – the few dark shapes you could make out twisted and bowed like looking through a circus mirror. You couldn’t help the giddy and giggling feeling you had, leaning back into his touch. “That’s my girl, come here.” 

“N-no.” You protested between the laughter, like a child being tickled.

He lifted you bridal style, kissing your cheek before stealing a quick peck from your lips you neither returned nor rejected, watching for a moment his face was swirling in different shades of skin tones as he stepped out of the thicket of trees back into the field. “See? So much easier to be a good girl, isn’t it?” You flopped your head against his shoulder as he continued the trek back, not answering. Vaguely you heard him mumble something about making sure the windows were locked down, but you were too focused on the cartoon looking building that kept swaying in the breeze like grass, eyes becoming heavier and heavier. “I’m s’tired.”  “I know, Angel. I know, get some sleep. Tomorrow will be our real first day home.”

Too close to unconscious to process anything else, your eyes finally slipped closed, the sinking feeling of sleep wrapping itself around you. 

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[forthevillains]

Okokok this is gonna sound weird, BUT, pretty please hear me out 😘

So imagine being Albert Wesker's "childhood friend" Like when he was a teen he'd sneak out to spend time with you every so often if he had a bit of free time in his busy af schedule. Idk what to do about this idea from there. I just think it's kinda fun. Maybe he's secretly a yandere lol. No idea.

That’s such a good idea!

The fact that Wesker would have someone to talk to without Spencer knowing at all. Like he’d be so excited to actually have a friend he’d risk his everything only to get to see you. As smart as he is, it wouldn’t be that difficult for him to create a plan, but making it work with all the people around him would be much worse.

Alex surely caught him at least once, questioning his intentions, curious on why in the hell would her brother go out during such a time while they have so much to do. Wesker was tense the whole time they were talking, he felt stupid, it all looked and sounded much better in his head, but when he said "I found a friend.” - he cringed at himself. No matter this reaction though, as much as Alex used to tease the hell out of him and even make fun of him, she was still his sister and he was closest to the family she’s lost years ago. Something about Albert being able to make connections with people after all that’s been done to him is still on her mind and so she lets him go, having his back whenever Spencer asked of his whereabouts.

Wesker would sneak out more and more often, the more he got to know you, the more he wanted to be with you. It became something he couldn’t live without, seeing you smile at him every now and then, interested in him. If you asked about his parents he would go quiet, so you made a mental note of not asking about his personal life again. You became the talker and did he love listening to you. He got to know the smallest of things, everything about your own family… He made sure to remember every detail about you, especially the type of places you liked so that he could take you there when you guys would get older. It was the first time for him having a friend like this so he cared for you like for no other.

I can imagine Wesker getting really fixated though, after some time, he wouldn’t know whether its love or obsession he’s feeling, but deep in his guts he’s aware that it’s no good, not for him, not for you. He’s destined for big things, he has so many lives on his hands. He’s nothing like any other teenager, he has an important duty (and trust that sometimes he hates it very much). Though you always make him feel like a normal teenager, like a normal human being… And that’s special to him, by treating him like a decent human - you’re making him feel special.

And even when he loved to spend his time with you, everything good in his life apparently had to come to an end. You left, because your parents insisted on moving away and that was when you and Albert got separated. It hurt, both you and him, but in his case it was hard to move on. So hard he just couldn’t do it. He’d feel sad, always thinking of the times spent with you, away from all his problems and now it was all gone. While you were quick to find new friends, he became so lonely that not even William or Alex made him feel better.

You haven’t come back in years, in almost two decades. And Wesker was still thinking of you sometimes, even though he was somewhere completely else. He changed physically and mentally that’s for sure, now that he was captain of S.T.A.R.S. with even more responsibilities than before. He became cold, stern and hardworking man with clear goals in his mind. He didn’t include you in his plans anymore, even though he wondered where you were a lot, he wondered if you got married and had kids, he wondered if you thought about him the same way he thought about you. Obsession it was indeed.

One day however, you ran into him, on an accident. You didn’t see it coming as you were texting your co-worker of an important matter when you found yourself basically walking into his muscular form, immediately dropping your phone and if it wasn’t from him - you’d be lying on the ground right next to it.

"I’m sorry-“ you were ready to leave, but he stopped you before you could go any further. You were familiar, everything about you felt that way and when you looked up at him, all confused, he recognized those eyes. It was as if the time stopped for him, finally seeing the woman he liked when they were young, someone who overlooked all his flaws and made him smile almost each time they met.

"What is it?” You turned your head to the side, narrowing your eyes in curiosity and only then has he realized that he’s been staring at you through his shades and not saying anything.

"Y/N…” he only muttered your name, completely taken aback by the sound of your voice. He couldn’t believe that he was seeing you now. "It’s been so long.”

You don’t get what he means at first, but when he takes the sunglasses off to get a proper look at you. "Al-“ before you finished saying his name he pulled you in for a hug, wanting nothing more than to feel that you’re real. He only used to hug you when you initiated it, but now it was his turn, he felt as if it wasn’t real at all, that it was too good to be.

No matter the shock, you hugged him back after a while, wrapping your hands around him, taking a note of how much bigger he got over the years. He’s grown to be a handsome man to say the least.

"What are you doing here?” You asked when you pulled away, giving him a small smile.

"Going to work.” He made it up. He wasn’t going anywhere now that he’s learned that you’re around. He’s not gonna make the same mistake of letting you go now that he has more control over his own life. It might feel crazy to some, but he wanted to keep an eye on you, getting to know your habits, where you worked, where you lived and he wouldn’t wait for you to tell him yourself, it’s already been too much time without you. He wanted to make up for it now.

"Oh alright! Sorry, I must be wasting your time,” you apologized.

Wesker shook his head though. "Of course you’re not.” He was so gentle talking to you that if someone has heard him they probably wouldn’t even recognize him.

"Well in that case, we should catch up with each other. Are you free this evening? I’ve got so much to tell you!” There you were, the girl he used to know, immediately showing him your interest even though you haven’t seen him in decades. He couldn’t even say no to you, immediately cancelling whatever plans he’s had to make sure he’s indeed free in the evening. This time you’re not getting away from him, he’s going to make you his at some point. He’s been stupid enough to let you go once, he’s not gonna do it again;)

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[yanderes-galore]

Yandere platonic kai scenario with a little sibling who he grows protective of after losing Nya (please )

Sure! Idk how long this'll be but takes place a little after Seabound. Sorry this took months :( I tried to do what I could!

Spoilers for Ninjago: Seabound

Lock and Key

Yandere! Kai Scenario

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective behavior, Isolation, Obsessive behavior, Controlling behavior, Fear of losing loved ones, Platonic sibling relationship, Angst, Manipulation, Restraints.

You could never look at water the same. No one in the Monastery could after the fight with Wojira. Sadness was deeply rooted within everyone.

You had seen Jay react the strongest to your sister's choice. Everyone dealt with their sadness in their own way. You felt horrible that he was having the worst of it.

You had assumed Kai was dealing with his sadness in his own way. He didn't outright cry over Nya like this others and you. Kai instead took the approach of being... stoic. He became quiet and reserved. He only really opened up to you at times.

You handled your sadness with crying private. Despite this, you had a feeling Nya knew what she was doing. She was protecting her loved ones...

You hoped she was happy in the sea.

Ever since the battle the ninja decided to live at the Monastery as their main base once again. You were no elemental master, you just practiced basic combat skills. A fact Kai was painfully aware of when he looked at you.

Being your older brother, Kai had always felt a need to protect you. He has always been protective of you and Nya. He was the first child in your family, Nya was the second, and you were the third.

Once he lost Nya... Kai's behavior as your brother got progressively worse. He had always been concerned about your safety, yet he laid off as Nya was there to help. Now with Nya gone... you felt Kai had gotten worse somehow.

You barely left the Monastery like the others. No, instead Kai locked the gates and told you to stay put. Instead of respecting you, Kai treated you like a child. You were younger than Nya yet no child.

"It's too dangerous." Is all you'd hear. You felt like how Lloyd felt when he began his training. You hated it.

Arguments about your safety were often shared between you and your older brother. It always ended the same. Kai would win.

Kai would win and get to dictate what you do next.

After the loss of Nya your relationship with Kai began to break down. All Kai seemed to care about was your safety. It was no longer about your happiness. It was no longer about respecting you.

Kai only ever seemed to care about himself instead of you.

He only disguised his selfish behavior as caring for you.

All you did all day now was sit in your room in the Monastery. You were never allowed to leave the gates. You could train... yet you preferred to just sit on your phone and ignore everything around you.

You wanted things back to normal.... You wonder if Nya never left that Kai would still act this way. Was Kai always like this but Nya stopped him?

Thinking of how things were before... you begin to miss Nya more and more.

Nya at least cared for your freedom compared to Kai.

You keep your focus on your phone while sitting in your room. You can't call for help, the other ninja knew why Kai was doing this. Kai probably would retaliate anyway.

You shut off your phone when you hear a knock on your door. A familiar voice calls your name and you sit up. You sigh... knowing exactly who it was.

"That you, Kai?" You call, trying to hide your distaste.

"Yeah. Can you let me in?"

"Yeah..." You huff, walking over and opening the door. Kai stands in front of you and smiles. You give a small yet forced smile before stepping aside.

"I missed you, it's tough being away from you at the Monastery." Kai hums, enveloping you into a hug. You grimace.

"Bet you had fun with Skylor and the others though...." You comment bitterly, trying to pull from his hug. Your brother only holds tighter.

"I'd take you if I could... you know I can't!"

"Don't lie to me!" You pull away finally from his grasp and turn away. "Kai... Nya wouldn't stand for this-"

"Nya isn't here! It's just me now!"

"She wouldn't have allowed you to isolate me!"

"If I don't keep you safe, she'd never forgive me! I'd never forgive myself...."

"She'd forgive you for this?"

"It's my responsibility to protect you!"

"Maybe I don't need it!"

You yell, walking to your door.

"Don't walk away from me!"

"Watch me, master of fire!" You mock.

Kai quickly pulls you side and shuts the door. You feel fear in your heart when you see his eyes. They flare like flames at your behavior.

"Don't you dare talk to your brother like that."

"Why? You were never like this!"

"Things change! PEOPLE change. You have no idea how difficult it is to keep the people safe." Kai snaps at you. You stop when you see him narrow his eyes at you. He didn't look like himself.

Kai's expression softens when he sees your fear. He seems to feel bad for yelling at you and pulls you into his embrace again. You don't struggle.

"I'm sorry... it's just been so rough. I love you, you know that! I just can't bear to see you go. I can't lose another sibling..." Kai sighs, his breath hitching for just a moment. You stay silent and Kai squeezes you softly.

"I love you so much... I promised our parents I'd do anything to protect you." He pulls his face away and looks into your eyes. He looks... crazed. "I meant anything."

"Kai...?"

"Stay still. If you're going to argue with me yet again, I need to step things up. I had a feeling you wouldn't listen to me again."

Kai roughly pushes you against the wall by your bed and clips something to your leg. He doesn't allow you to look down until he clips something else to your bed. He then lets you go with a grin.

When you're able to move, you look down. Iron is clasped around your bed's leg and yours. You feel your breath hitch before looking up at Kai.

"Kai, you can't-"

"Really? What makes you say that?"

"What will the others think! What about Sensei Wu!?"

"They won't do anything about it. If they do, I'll know and work things out. There's nothing to worry about...."

"You chained me to my bed!"

"All to keep you safe. If I didn't, you'd leave and get yourself hurt. Now, as your brother, I've prevented that from happening. You're safe!"

Kai smile and laughs, leaning forward to hold you close to him. He pulls you down onto your bed and doesn't let go. His gaze feels burning.

"You'll always be safe..."

He brushes a stray tear from your cheek.

"Safe here... with me."

#yandere ninjago #yandere ninjago kai #platonic yandere

[yjwhatif]

TARGETS #6 SPOILERS…

BREAKING DOWN THE FUNERAL SHOT…

In case you can’t read my horrible writing…

We may have been denied seeing everyone in wedding attire but we did get to see everyone in their funeral attire which is pretty cool - there’s always something fun about seeing everyone in different clothes from usual... Even if it is for the unfortunate event of a funeral.

THE RUNAWAYS ARE HERE! You know the first thing I noticed about this shot was that Ed was in it… who scrubs up very nicely I might add… though he and Asami clearly had their growth spurts between the end of s2 and Wallys funeral because they were the smallies of the group and are now towering over previous tallie Tye! It genuinely makes me so happy that they’re all here - they really didn’t need to be given they hadn’t been associated with the heroes very long or know Wally beyond being kid flash, but the fact that they did go to the funeral is so compassionate and respectful - I love it!

Are Dinah's eyes on Bart? If they are, that's a really cool detail that I am obsessed with... Though, I don't know if they actually are, both her and Ollie seem to be looking more in the direction of Red tornado or something off panel... Which is more of an odd choice that I can't quite interpret... That being said, Dinah looking at Bart shows a need to check on him and acknowledge he may not be alright, out of everyone who she knows will definitely be struggling - Artemis, Dick, the other OGs, the rest of wally's family - and yet her focus is on the new kid from the future who would probably down play how affected he is by wally's loss... She's clearly tuned in on more than he'd want anyone to see... There's no hiding from Black Canary!

My boy Bart needs a hug right now! He looks so sad and isolated from everyone despite being surrounded by so many people - his chair is pulled away from iris's, disconnecting him from the other flashfam, there's probably guilt/imposter syndrome at being included with all wally's close family when he's only been around for a few months - obviously he does deserve to be there but I feel like he’d much prefer to be at the back and out of the way that front row. He’s looking at nothing/the ground - lost in his own thoughts/memories of past losses, his posture is hunched as he tries to make himself as small as possible - probably not wanting to be noticed or acknowledged in any way… basically he needs a hug! Also it is always wrong seeing Bart separated from Ed and Jaime - boy needs his besties!

Like when Artemis was “killed”, Conner’s natural response is to be angry before tearful, which I actually quite like - grief shows itself in different ways and it’s just as valid a response… it’s also interesting to see how M’gann is focusing on Conner, aware of how hurt he will be but not trying to physically connect/comfort him as they are still broken up at this point and maybe doesn’t want to overstep.

Perdita can’t even look at the tomb stone, possibly trying to hold back her tears.

Artemis, Dick and Kaldur’s reactions are all heartbreaking - Artemis is clearly trying to hold it together but is on the brink of completely breaking down while her mum, Barbara and Brucely crowd around her. Dick is full on sobbing - which is something we’ve never seen him do and shows just how affected he was by Wallys loss - his closest friend and confidant was gone. Then there’s Kaldur, who isn’t actually showing much visible reaction - which is very Kaldur - holding in whatever emotions he may definitely be feeling because he doesn’t want to access that side of himself… it’s interesting that dick and Kaldur seem to have opposite overall grief responses - dick broke down immediately then proceeded to disconnect from dealing with his feelings over s3, while Kaldur avoided dealing with his built up negative feelings from the beginning and has only just put his effort into working through his grief.

I like the idea that Garth is looking at Kaldur (though it may actually be that he’s looking at Artemis or Dick - a lot of the eye lines are difficult to properly pinpoint) If it is Kaldur he’s looking at, then that shows hes thinking about him and checking in on him - they were good friends once - and while they may not be as close anymore, Garth’s focus on him illustrates that he still cares and understands that Kaldur probably isn’t okay.

There is so much emotion coming from Dick/Artemis/Mrs. West that it’s attracting the attentions of Denny, Karen and Roy… maybe even Red Tornado and Jaime as well. I love seeing who people are looking at!

ORIN ISN’T WEARING SHOES!!

It genuinely threw me for at least 10 seconds as to which batkid was between Bruce and Cassie… and then I remembered when this was set and that it’s obviously Tim (🤦‍♀️)… though he does look remarkably similar to s1 Dick Grayson.

La’gaan is looking very suave in that outfit… though also very upset which is really heartbreaking!

Poor uncle Dudley - could everyone not just shuffle over a little bit so he could be fully in the shot?

It’s cool to finally see Freddy for the first time, who, as pointed out by someone on Twitter, is actually sat on plastic man as a chair - which is ridiculously brilliant - I did think it was an odd colour scheme for the chair to have compared to everyone else’s!

Love Alfred keeping a watchful eye on everyone at the back.

I did not expect this to be what Hawkman looks like under the mask!

Let’s talk Dr. Fate… Mr. ‘Doesn’t-Care-About-Anyone-Else’ being at Wally’s funeral is so powerful and one of my favourite things about this shot - this is a choice Nabu is making which shows respect for someone he had a brief connection with previously… also, he’s not fully visible so it could be no one else actually knows he’s there which plays into their assumption that he doesn’t care about anyone - but him being there shows there is some level of care/compassion. I really do find Nabu to be such a fascinating character in this show!

And those are my current thoughts on this shot - I think it’s absolutely brilliant and I’m so glad we go to see it! RIP Wally.

LB

#yj targets spoilers #young justice targets #yj spoilers #my random thoughts #renew young justice #young justice #yj #bart allen #dinah lance #nabu #dr fate #kaldur'ahm #conner kent #wally west #dick grayson #artemis crock #the runaways #eduardo dorado jr #asami koizumi #tye longshadow #virgil hawkins #kid flash #flashfam #long post #jaime reyes

[starsunfirelight]

Ok so

I was too scared to post this before, but I think I'm going to do it now:

inspiration to finally post this:

a channel I watch all the time at the end of the year/when I remember/when it gets recommended to me lol

finally validated my opinions, when I thought I was alone

then someone in the comments mentioned a different channel so I thought i'd check it out:

and things started making a lot of sense. it's like this one person had the common sense that I could feel was missing from seemingly everyone I interacted with (watch videos) on the internet.

So I watch this:

after another video, and it's one I'd been meaning to watch a lot sooner, but it's been in my watch later for a long time and I guess it just got buried and I forgot about it lol

I never really check the watch later playlist unless I'm really bored and it's something I remember

(I am 100% a Spooky girl by the way (though for a different- I guess not directly but I have the vibes and those are things that I would do if it wasn't for the fact that I can't for some reason (yes I see the hypocrisy here but trust me on this)) and have been aware of it this whole time and it's also the exact type of person that I really hate and I think the word for it for the general public is "poser") (which is way more accurate to what I am imo)

(but like I get where they're all coming from and hope that they can all move on and get a more happier life where they can commit :> not sure what (face expression in the form of an emoticon/emoji) to put here but oh well )

but anyways, here we go!

(copy and pasted from my notes app) (wrote in the style of a YouTube video (at least at first) bc I am not original or creative but I just wanted to have fun lol) (more like have fun complaining and it was really bothering me and I just had to get it out there somehow) (I legit listened to this song for like 3 days straight until I had memorized all of the lyrics before the song would finally leave my head. :[ ) (again with the face thing, wanted to indicate mildly sad but frustrated not disappointed)

thoughts from today:

(the sentiment is totally taken straight from the comment section of the above videos and her performance with the cake being all messed up on SNL recently)

oliv (sic) is good and bad at the same time, but she’s getting better :)

I got target audience hit so hard like wow

olivia needs to learn to “kill” what she doesn’t like and go all in on being herself, :) it’s already happenin :)

still totally hate her producer by the way, if not specifically for these songs

like Blake put 90's(? idk I forget exactly it's been a while since I went obsessively looking for every single reaction video to her new song to see if anyone out there had the same opinion as me, but more as a way to see what opinon I "should" be having which sounds insane, I know, but I can't/ok couldn't help it and now I realize this is just high school glorified 😔 (ok real last edit so far (haha take that edits later) this was something I only begun to notice starting from Casually Explained's video (found via a hasanabi clip on my recommended who I clicked on bc of QT(he's a podcast host with her and his takes are so bad they're funny but I only know found out (have a better idea of now that I grew up more) they're bad because of other streamers but anyways-) https://youtu.be/MspHbnfEGno?si=KiiMRDYPIc9TK-TF) (here's a link to the original full video: https://youtu.be/l4Ioj4BA6N0?si=gUQ3ZeoyZ3DcGXLy) and then this one https://youtu.be/pII6mLdNawk?si=EWSF_g8Pl0fLOXHG and finally make the connection here myself lol)) but anyways put those drums on the track as a backing and it sounded SO MUCH BETTER than the original

so like yeah she definitely has the spirit, she just needs to talk to the right people, trust and learn from them, and have more people say "no" to her.

like seriously, and then she'll be really good!

like I mean it, her tracks are SO CLOSE to being really good, and I can see the idea behind them, that it makes me a little mad

all it needs is just a little creativity, or at least someone who really knows what they are doing and how to best implement it

like people think the production on the 1989 vault tracks left something to be desired and started making their own mixes, and I think that's what people should do with some of olivia rodrigo's music too! ok but like pretty isn't pretty was pretty much perfect so don't mess with that one lol

and also why I think the live performances sometimes sound so much better than the recorded version lol

y'know what? that could be a solution right there!

If you're bad at mixing, just do it live! Then it's all better anyways lol

haha ok time to let you guys see what I wrote when this song came out lol

like I really didn't want to be "that person" who complained about the thing that every teenager loves right now, but now I see that my complaints were valid because it's just a matter of opinion, and it's not the reason I was so mad lol (ok maybe like 0.01% but like I've been through this before and didn't hate the thing that was popular, maybe I was jealous? idk but still my complaints were mostly not for that reason, let's say lol (was looking for 😥 but couldn't find it lol - me from later, still editing this by only adding comments as I think the original should be preserved as much as possible bc it's interesting to look back at ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) 😓😢😭💀👍🙂🐛✨ (man your recently used emojis really tell you a lot about your personality huh))

ok but anyways

here we go lol

the time is from when it was last edited on the notes app

August 3, 2023 at 18:10

hi

hey guys! So, today we’re going to be talking about 4 time Grammy winning musician Olivia Rodrigo’s latest hit single, vampire. This song reached number #1 on the Billboard hot 100 last week, and that’s almost to be expected of an artist like her. It also took YouTube by storm, (since it was sponsored, in part, haha, though I doubt it wouldn’t have blown up anyways) and I’m pretty sure it’s really popular on TikTok as well. (though I wouldn’t know, because I spend all of my time on YouTube shorts instead, lol) Ok now, personally, I liked her last album Sour, so I was excited to see what new song she came up with next! So, curious to see what it was, I checked it out on the trending page and… suffice to say, I was a little disappointed. I mean, it had such good parts, and musically, it was nice and I could tell what she was trying to do, but I mean, lyrically, I just felt like it could be better. Like, I’ve heard Taylor Swift songs in the past, and even if you don’t like her style, you’ve gotta admit she’s really good at writing lyrics. Not only does she convey her thought with such vivid imagery and a poetic stricture, but the words sound really nice to listen to as well. I’m not an English major, so I can’t go into too much depth there, but I’m sure there’s a lot of videos out there that can explain what I mean here. And as a personal anecdote, my 7th grade class was given her lyrics to Red to analyze for an assignment lol. So I mean, there’s one frame of reference for you guys, haha. But getting back to Vampire, her lyrics on there just don’t feel the same. I know they aren’t supposed to, but in its place they should adopt her own style. But to me, it just feels a bit… idk childish? I know I’m not that much older than her, but still. (Turns out she was 19 when she wrote this, which makes so much sense now, and that’s basically still a kid lol.) Taylor and Demi Lovato have both written great lyrics when they were both around her age. But, Taylor is kind of a lyrical poet, and Demi probably had a lot of help, since I looked on the Genius page and it said the song I want to compare later was cowritten by Nikki Williams, who was 25 at the time. So it’s a bit unfair to compare, but we’ll see.

Musically, I maybe I just don’t get pop opera, but I think the transition from piano to full on pop song is cool, but feels a bit misplaced. Like, it sounds like a good idea in concept, but I don’t know if it translated well. (as maybe she or the producer might have hoped.) But aside from that, maybe it’s just me but I think she liked the bridge-like(? idk just guessing here based off of my own feeling) chorus a bit too much, that she ended up relying on it to make the song great. Don’t get me wrong— musically, it’s a great part, and she should definitely be proud of herself for coming up with it as she did, but do you really have to repeat it 3 times?? I can definitely say that that it’s the key defining highlight of the song, but when you repeat it so much, it sounds tiring and overused. Imo People don’t care if you repeat the chorus a lot, because the chorus is almost meant to be repeated, but I really think that it sounds a bit too same when it’s repeated in this context. The beginning too, now that I mention it. But hey, this part could just be my own personal preference, and that’s valid too, I guess, since it’s just my opinion lol. 

And also, I heard someone say that the instrumental at the end left them wanting more, and I agree that it felt like it ended abruptly, and either it should have ended sooner, or maybe padded out a bit more? idk, but the ending just felt abrupt.

But I do have to say, I really liked the bridge part, and the rest of the song after. I just wish the whole song was good! I mean, imo they should have gone harder on the dramatic angle of it all, like maybe have her in black and white with red lipstick at the piano or something. Extend the craziness of her mind, even if she wasn’t? I don’t know haha, I don’t relate to the song, so this again this is probably just a personal preference. (lol Otto)

Especially the “girls your age know better” part was fire!!!! :)

Also, it sounds kind of like her previous songs, but that’s not really anything to worry about imo, because all artists are a bit privy to that, she said that’s what she was going for, in which case she nailed the “same but kinda different” kind of thing, and it’s not a bad thing imo.

But, I guess, now it’s time to look at the ;lyrics. (warning, I think some of it is childish and a bit cringe. if not, just hoping it could be better :(. )

Now, I know that writing good lyrics really doesn’t have to do with age, but more about your own maturity, and your maturity as a writer. I know it’s a bit unfair to compare as I made those comparisons before, but if you look into the lyrics a bit, hopefully you’ll start to see what I mean.

without further ado, here we go…

I ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴛɪsғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ Asᴋɪɴɢ, “Hᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴡ?” “Hᴏᴡ’s ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ᴏғғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ?” Jᴜsᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴄᴏᴏʟ ɢᴜʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ɪᴛ

Ok, so this isn’t too bad, (now after listening about 100 times I like the first 4 lines! :D) but “Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴄᴏᴏʟ ɢᴜʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ɪᴛ” sounds a bit playful, if not childish. If she’s taking on a childish tone on purpose because she’s still very “naive” as she mentions later, then I have to commend her for her genius. But also, it might show up unintentionally, as she mentioned that this song just came out of her head one day after a bad experience, so as a child, this might be just how she thinks, and on the spot, this is what she thought of. It makes me kind of miffed, and it’s a bit hard to listen to, but you can’t really blame her at the end of the day. Plus it sounds kind of cool! :D lkokolololol <- me on no sleep

I sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅs sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴡʜᴇɴ I ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs Sɪx ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ᴏғ ᴛᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏʟᴅ ᴀs sᴏᴍᴇ ғᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪsᴇ I ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ Yᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅɪᴛʏ

Yo, can we take some time to take in the scenery? No? Ok, I guess that’s ok, and I’lll be in my own corner doing that I guess, lol :D (also comes up later, but that point it’s slow and I think it’s— you’ll find out later :))

Again, it’s fine, maybe trying a bit too hard, but the one thing that makes me mad is “stupidity”. It sounds so childish compared to the rest of the lyrics there, and I can’t think of a better lyric off of the top of my head, but I just know I wouldn’t use that word there— it gives me the ick, if you know what I mean.

it has real “they ask you how you are, and you just have to say you're fine when you're not really fine, but you just can't get into it, because they would never understand.” vibes lol.

here’s the chorus!! (though it feels like a bridge imo until the last two lines, but maybe that’s just the genre haha)

<3 love it sm omg !!! heart heart heart!!! :)

‘Cᴀᴜsᴇ I’ᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʙɪɢ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғɪɴᴇ I sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ’ᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ Yᴏᴜ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ

I ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ I ᴡᴀs sᴍᴀʀᴛ Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ sᴏ ɴᴀɪ̈ᴠᴇ Tʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛs As ʏᴏᴜ sᴜɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ Oʜ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅsᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ, ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴄʀᴜsʜᴇʀ

Bʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴅʀʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ … ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ

mentions the theme at the end, yay! lol like it wasn’t present before haha

and here comes my theory that the management wanted this part to take off on TikTok all along, because it’s really good (musically imo) but didn’t really put as much attention on the rest? Like girl, I thought we were on the same page about hating songs only made for TikTok! really short, and only having one good part, like you can tell! 

Like “If We Ever Broke Up” by Mae Stephens is the perfect _counter_ to this argument, because it got popular on TikTok and every part of that song is catchy and good, and I think the whole song is perfect. But then again, it’s also kind of short, but also I don’t think it needs to be longer, because then it’s overdone. 

But maybe the way Vampire was written was just because it was difficult to come up with! Idk, but I think it could really be due to anything, and I can’t say for sure, I know that. But anyways, I think lyrically, it’s a bit weak. and the ending made me want to listen to it more, which is a TikTok move, but also just because the song has some really good parts in it, which is just because the song is nice and not a TikTok move I don’t think haha :)

Honestly, “‘Cᴀᴜsᴇ I’ᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʙɪɢ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs” has kind of the same energy as “For one day, one day / I was really, really, really, really sad” by One Whole Day by Dixie D’Amelio. And she didn’t even write that song!

and so every time I hear that lyric, I get kind of cringe, it’s a bit sad. :( lol

but now I don’t mind after listening to it for like the 100th time lol

Moving on…

“Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғɪɴᴇ” this line is fine, and it would probably be fine among a sea of other lines that are better, but even still, it would be the weakest out of those lines, but satisfying nonetheless.

This song may be musically satisfying, but lyrically, it’s not. (edit, again, after listening to it about 100 times, I now don’t care about most of it but “dream crusher” still sounds cringe, but the go version probably isn’t.) I may not understand the pain, and I understand that in the middle of writing this song, she was probably thinking about her own emotional pain and not really caring about the lyrics, so I get why it’s like this, and I don’t mind one bit, because that’s her song. And, I mean, She probably wouldn’t have released it of she didn’t like it. haha, unless she was rushed? idk. probably not though!

But still, if you take that aspect away, it’s a bit hard to visualize, appearing weak at times, with a tell not show kind of approach, and at other times it feels like she’s trying too hard, giving the whole song an amateur kind of feel. But Sour wasn’t like this, and I just can’t get why. Like good 4 u had a lot of repetition too, but that was fine, because it felt like that part that was repeated was _meant_ to be repeated, and it was satisfying when it did. You knew what to expect, and it was a little predicable but that was fine. It was nice, even. But this song feels predictable in a kinda bad way, and I don’t really understand why. :(

Ok, back to looking at the lyrics, lol.

“I sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ’ᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ Yᴏᴜ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ”

These lines are fire, and I like them. :) Not trying too hard, but not too weak either. It’s great :)

“I ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ I ᴡᴀs sᴍᴀʀᴛ Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ sᴏ ɴᴀɪ̈ᴠᴇ”

These lines make it sound like she still is very much naive, even if she didn’t mean it to sound that way. It’s also very her, especially in the way that she phrased it while singing, so I have to give her credit for that. Maybe this one is just a personal preference, for me lol Like maybe it rings true for her because it was and it’s just something that I’ve never thought about lol :)

Listening back, it sounds more like a facepalm than anything.

More lyrics…

“Tʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛs As ʏᴏᴜ sᴜɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ”

Ok, this part just sounds like she is trying too hard, which just makes me sad :(

Like I get imagery, for imagery’s sake, and like she really wanted to make this work, but still, I believe you’ll find the right balance someday as you mature as an artist and a person! :D I believe in you!!! <3

“Oʜ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅsᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ, ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴄʀᴜsʜᴇʀ”

“Bʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴅʀʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ … ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ”

 I like this part, especially the rhythmic feel to it as the song speeds up later. I think the clean version is a bit silly though, and having the not clean version in the second line really delivers the impact. Though that same impact isn’t really felt for me in the first line, and “ʙʟᴏᴏᴅsᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ” had more impact than when she used the bad word I think trying to have an impact (but that could also be just because I don’t know the context of that word, or it just sounds weird coming from a child like her, not really understanding the power that that word holds, but still wants people to take her seriously and think of her as a person who uses that word like “I’m not the kid that you think I am”). Haha, at this point I think she has more impact when she writes from the heart and isn’t trying lol. But that could be totally untrue, but it would be funny lol.

“Aɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɢɪʀʟ I ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ Tᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴀᴅ, ʙᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴡs Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ Gᴏᴅ, I ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ I ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴛᴏᴏ Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ sᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄɪɴɢ”

This sounds like classic high school drama from one perspective, but like her friends really care about her, from another. 

Musically, I wish it was more different than the opening, but I guess changing the beat kind of does that haha. It’s not bad, I guess. :0

“Hᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ғʟɪɴᴄʜɪɴɢ?”

What does this mean? Is this just there for the rhyme?

Like, if you’re only going for rhyme, I found this in the BuzzFeed article I was reading earlier of of curiosity “"Maybe then we could pretend / There's no gravity in the words we write / Maybe you didn't mean it / Maybe "blonde" was the only rhyme."” -Skin by Sabrina Carpenter

which I thought was way better lyrics than most of Olivia Rodrigo’s entire song Vampire. Just looking at the lyrics, and has nothing to do with their personal relationship, as I don’t really know about that.

But then again, maybe I was just too harsh, and this is just a reference to something that I don’t understand. Like I wouldn’t personally think about “flinching” when it comes to lying unless it was under a very specific context, but maybe that’s what Olivia Rodrigo is hinting at here, without explaining the whole story.

“(Hᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴇ? Hᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴇ? Hᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴇ?)”

Initially I thought Again, trying a bit too hard here, or maybe it didn’t really come across, but I like the idea that they were going for. 

But after reanalyzing the line before this, it makes more sense in that context, and also explains why she would be really hurt here. Especially because she repeats the line a lot, maybe meaning that he lied multiple times and really hurt her to make her want to repeat that line that much.

“Oʜ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴇsᴍᴇʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴘᴀʀᴀʟʏᴢɪɴɢ, ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ Cᴀɴ’ᴛ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ Aɴᴅ Gᴏᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡs I ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ Wᴇɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀ ‘Cᴀᴜsᴇ ɢɪʀʟs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɢᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ”

This part is nice, “Oʜ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴇsᴍᴇʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴘᴀʀᴀʟʏᴢɪɴɢ, ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ” is kind of a lot to say at once, but I can respect it, it’s kind of like a emotion cake lol. “‘Cᴀᴜsᴇ ɢɪʀʟs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɢᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ” :) those two last lines remind of her last album, and she does it so well here. :)

The bridge and chorus again sound epic with the increased tension from the instrumental :)

“Yᴏᴜ sᴀɪᴅ, “Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ”, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ? Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ, ‘ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ I ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ, ɴᴏᴡ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ‘Cᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ’s ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴɢ I’ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ”

Now this really feels like her old album, and I really like this part :)

It’s really good, maintains her style lol, and no notes from me here :)

this part emotion makes up for aaall of the lyrics haha :)

or maybe that’s the lyrics? rhythm? idk, I just like this part, haha :)

“Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ, ‘ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ” especially goes hard, and she’s finally writing in a way that’s not only really good poetry but sounds good to hear! I’m so glad! But she doesn’t have to do this if she doesn’t have to, I just think it’s cool that she did it here, haha

At first I was like did you really have to repeat the iconic part a third time? or is it the chorus at this point? Or was it all along? (yes) :thinking: emoji, but after a while, it’s not that bad. It rocks! And only listening to the last part of the song is epic!!!!!! :D the leadup, however it was executed, was worth it, haha :)

Overall, this song is not bad, great at times, even, but I just wish it was better because I get frustrated at its potential, especially because it reminds me of other songs that are really great at times like Heart Attack by Demi Lovato, and I really love that song, and it makes me frustrated that this song isn’t that one :(. After the “‘Cᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ’s ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴɢ I’ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ” I’d often go into the chorus from Heart Attack lol :).

But seriously, Like, I get your range is limited, and it’s all about holding in that tension and not letting it go until the line drops (you know the one), but would it kill mainstream music to not hover around the same three notes every time? I’ve noticed it was a problem since Halsey’s “Without Me”, where I really felt that, (editor me from now stepping in to say that I didn't think of this, I just held it in my brain from another youtube video that I had watched years ago but then thought I should "agree" with it without really knowing about what I really thought (based on actually listening to the music) myself lol but then again I did notice it a bit more after I had it pointed out to me, mostly in Halsey - Without Me and Katy Perry - Never Really Over but that last one kinda I had the thought myself a bit at first but then I watched another youtube video and they really pointed to it there as the "death of pop music" but maybe not necessarily with the repeating/range I think idk it was a long time ago and I also liked Paramore - Hard Times a lot at this time but anyways) but maybe it’s just a stylistic choice that I got frustrated by lol, and in general all music isn’t like that. idk about this to say any more.

alright, I think that’s all of my thoughts about this song. ok bye! have a good night/day! :)

Oh wait one more thing. I want to address stan culture, the thing that I wanted to make this video about the most. You see, if you’ve noticed, on the comment section of this song, in most places that I looked, it was hard to find a single comment that was even sightly negative. Now, this could just mean that it’s a good song, but given the complaints I just had that I talked about earlier, it was hard for me to believe that was the case. In fact, that was what kind of started this whole thing, lol. But then, as I looked a bit further on the reviews for the iTunes store, I saw that there were a few people that had the same complaints as I did. There were very few “nope”/“bad song”’s. You don’t like the song? Maybe you’re just not a fan of the genre as a whole, and that’s ok. It’s always (I think) ok to have an opinion. It’s too “copy and paste”? Not original, but still good? Yeah ok, but still, they didn’t comment on whether it was bad or good, and the others admitted it was still good. idk if it’s good to copy and paste or not, but it might e subconscious, and imo who cares (besides the record labels) (as long as you give credit) because it can end up with some really fun music out of it! :) The other comments said it was rushed and it sounded like an amateur. This is something that I kind of talked about in the section before, and if it’s true then I really hope she gets better! :) And a few people were like “meh”, essentially, and still though admitted it was good in some way. So, I guess most of the internet agrees it’s good, just some of us hoping for better. 

Now, the really interesting part happened when I looked at another video by a different artist, for just another reason, not really related to this, just kind of happened to see it by chance. It was Taylor Swift’s Anti Hero lyric video, and in the comments, most of them were positive too. But, they were positive in a different way. Both positive, don’t worry :)

Taylor: I love the lyricism, even if you don’t like her you gotta admit it’s good, I relate heavily to this, and just generally pointing out a certain lyric that they like, with some fans just being a fan of the artist. But most people I think were there just () for the song.

Olivia: Kind of the same vibes, but more people liking “omg olivia you’re awesome I can’t believe you did this so proud of you!” which is great but also can lean towards stan behavior (:/), and also “I just love how she sings with emotion”. :) and occasionally “that one line hits really hard.” (hey, I said that too! glad we agree :)) (editor me here to say that I took those comments to heart and formed my own opinion after hearing theirs) But there were also people who were like “I really resonate with this song” “thank you for helping me get through a tough time” and feeling cathartic, which is really nice to see :’)

So, future fans, I advise you to be civil, and maybe not just blindly support your favorite artist because you like them as a person or like their past work. This is just a reminder, just because you like an artist, or even just one song by an artist, doesn’t mean you have to like every sing one of their songs, or go to great lengths to defend them of any wrong lol. You should personally not be responsible for the financial success of your favorite artist. Just tell your friends, but if they’re not into it, leave it alone, chill. If you like it, then you buy the song. If you like it, you listen to the song. that’s really it.

just be happy :)

just be you :)

it’s ok to have an opinion! even if it’s different from people that you love! (unless it’s a super serious important one that’s just mean or something, then hopefully you can try to respect others even if you don’t agree, and try to see other’s pov I hope again unless it’s really bad)

otherwise the world would be boring lol (I mean about having different opinions from one another)

also absolutely no hate to the teens and people that needed this song the most <3 hope you’re ok 😭👍

ohh maybe 

(I feel a disconnect with this song) bc teens relate to this song and I’m not a teen anymore. ok, yeah, that explains a lot haha. :0 :)

I’ve always wanted to let the world “let teens be teens”, and give them a lot of love as they grow up, and it looks like it’s finally happening :)))

this song is addictive fs, at least it definitely is/was for me

also it’s funny how she was a fake celeb and now she’s a real internet celeb, and that’s funny lol

I don’t have to like this song, nor do I have to force other people to like it too.

teens like it. let em be.

(ok editor me here, this is the part where I was jotting down random thoughts as I had them, kind of like a notebook lol)

y’know I like this song but I feel like it’s missing something…

I just feel like if she used jazz chords instead of the normal boring generic ones she’s already used before, it could be a much cooler song! Like driver’s license was meant to be generic, and the chords work well there, but this feels like it could use something more!!!!

Oh, ok, I see the Queen inspo now. (editor me, this was in response much later to reading a comment that said so lol, bc I didn't hear it at first lol)

Also explains why everyone likes it, haha xD

it’s like her own style combined with their’s

Like songs

Heart Attack

Some piano ballad - Queen, Taylor Swift

Senorita

Paramore

Avril Lavigne

Gothic/Victorian

Emo - the last two lines of the chorus

Birthday - Katy Perry

ABBA, duh!

Miley Cyrus

BTR (I think, probably just the vibes of the genre)\

Lewis Capaldi

used to ba a sad boy with (idk just lyrics) are jepson era

Without Me - Halsey ^

Pink

Linkin Park

it needs more 💖aesthetic 💓💝💘!!!! ❣️💝❤️‍🩹(couldn’t find the sparkles lol)

Piano Ballad/Queen

(editor me, this is where I pasted the original lyrics and jotted down some of my thoughts there lol, so it's kind of like a "behind the scenes" of the YouTube video lol)

(editor me, but also more of in the notebooks vein where it's what I "cut out" from the video lol to stay on topic/not make it too long winded but here I am writing about it here lol (gosh I really hated part of this song, and I still kinda do, and I'm not going to deny it/hide it anymore because that is what I feel is the right thing to do) (but like not going to bring it up when nobody asked lol, except I guess this could be different lol since _I_ asked and I can post whatever I want as long as I think it's ok and hopefully not being unfair/mean 😥))

(editor me here, also this was me desperately trying to find what this reminded me of, and I was struggling really hard here lol (still am kinda miffed about that, but I chose to accept it and move on after I calmed down caring about this song lol, who knows maybe I'll start looking again by listening to more songs about (I mean in!) that era, haha (*insert indescribable emotion here*) (by me rn at least, :/)))

(editor me from a little later, also went back and saw that I was trying to improve it, so I guess that these were my initial frustrations with the song, or might have been from either before or after or both from when I wrote the whole YouTube video

ok I definitely remember coming back and adding to the list OFTEN as I thought of more, plus I looked up the lyrics in the process of writing the YouTube video, so I guess it was after, after all :) (me being happy I figured it out, NOt being happy about the song >:( ok I'm not that mean (or am I? 🤨 sounds fun actually lol) but didn't want it to be the sad emoticon :( <- ok now I'm a bit sad about the situation, again not the song lol (I don't think? maybe? I mean I suppose since I did say I was a bit sad earlier and I think I still feel that way about the song plus it's a "sad" song so...) (ok stop writing now the sleepiness is really kicking in right about now) )

)

(editor me again, I know you said stop but this is the last one I think, yeah I definitely found the lyrics again and pasted them here _after_ I was done writing my whole video up there, just so I could analyze them in the way that I mentioned before lol)

(still editor me here yeah and I would re paste certain parts and they reminded me of things, as I saw fit) (mmhm yes I am aware I sound like a derange obsessed lunatic and that's because I kind of was) (editor me still, don't worry now I have a love hate kinda thinking towards her lol, and have grown up a bit and try really hard not to be like the fans here, y'know fandom rememberings and what not sheesh the name-shall-npt-be-mentioned fandom is like REally bad and is like this one but like is just BAD on a lot of levels, I think it's worse (than this) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0a4yt5h5rRg like the problem is their behavior, not the content or I'd argue even the fans themselves, necessarily, the problem is when it goes too far 🙁 bit a bit more ^, like 😕 one side for both (the aforementioned side could be either, depends on the mood but both are ok ), slight frown :/)

(editior me, ok this is last now, please, yeah it's just me basically trying my best to improve the song, I think, or at least that's how the latest draft of all this reads to me anyways lol)

(still editor me, like at the time I didn't know if I wanted it this way because it was what I stereotypically "expected to hear", or just because it sounded cool (anyways it was still what _I_ expected to hear/would do, given the opportunity, I was really thinking of what would make me happy here, looking for outside influences on top of that + seeing if they match what I hear/the vibe I'm going for in my head like yes! no, maybe and all that))

I ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴛɪsғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ Asᴋɪɴɢ, “Hᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴡ?” “Hᴏᴡ’s ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ᴏғғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ?” Jᴜsᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴄᴏᴏʟ ɢᴜʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ɪᴛ

Same, bit of Taylor Swift, especially in the chords

I sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅs sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴡʜᴇɴ I ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs Sɪx ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ᴏғ ᴛᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏʟᴅ ᴀs sᴏᴍᴇ ғᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪsᴇ I ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ Yᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅɪᴛʏ

but also her own style I guess

Definitely her own style, or I just can’t tell what it’s copying (opera!!! :))

‘Cᴀᴜsᴇ I’ᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʙɪɢ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғɪɴᴇ I sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ’ᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ Yᴏᴜ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ

I ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ I ᴡᴀs sᴍᴀʀᴛ Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ sᴏ ɴᴀɪ̈ᴠᴇ Tʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛs As ʏᴏᴜ sᴜɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

Paramore Oʜ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅsᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ, ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴄʀᴜsʜᴇʀ

Avril Lavigne

Bʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴅʀʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ … ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ

Her style, more tension rising buildup in the instrumental, pop ->

“Aɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɢɪʀʟ I ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ Tᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴀᴅ, ʙᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴡs Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ Gᴏᴅ, I ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ I ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴛᴏᴏ Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ sᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄɪɴɢ”

This is something but can’t figure out what it is

“(Hᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴇ? Hᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴇ? Hᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴇ?)”

More emo? idk leading up towards a genre change (makes sense from a theatre perspective) (editor me, I had just heard a comment/maybe it was a (reaction?) video or both say that this was inspired by theatre and was like ohhh, that makes a lot of sense actually)

“Oʜ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴇsᴍᴇʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴘᴀʀᴀʟʏᴢɪɴɢ, ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ Cᴀɴ’ᴛ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ Aɴᴅ Gᴏᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡs I ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ Wᴇɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀ ‘Cᴀᴜsᴇ ɢɪʀʟs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɢᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ” -add a sick drum line after this

Victorian/Gothic (imagine the background music and she’s running away) (or else if it’s positive it could pass as emo)

either way this part sounds cool, because of the way she sings it and builds the rising tension

‘Cᴀᴜsᴇ I’ᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʙɪɢ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғɪɴᴇ -> hit the minor key or the 2nd or the 5th or the 7th or sustained or whatever that chord is, like I said, makes the song cool! I sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ’ᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ Yᴏᴜ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ

I ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ I ᴡᴀs sᴍᴀʀᴛ Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ sᴏ ɴᴀɪ̈ᴠᴇ Tʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛs As ʏᴏᴜ sᴜɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

Paramore Oʜ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅsᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ, ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴄʀᴜsʜᴇʀ

Avril Lavigne

Bʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴅʀʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ … ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ -> country? for some reason? :)?

This is classic her style, I would say Taylor Swift but this is her style that’s inspired

“Yᴏᴜ sᴀɪᴅ, “Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ”, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ? Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ, ‘ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ <- expect a run here for some reason, but then it’s cool but not her style? I ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ, ɴᴏᴡ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ <- a darker sound? ‘Cᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ’s ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴɢ I’ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ”

Now this is more pop/emo/her style, which is cool because it’s like the final act of the play, ABBA! :)

‘Cᴀᴜsᴇ I’ᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʙɪɢ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs -> piano glissando, elton john, very dramatic Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғɪɴᴇ -> twist a crystal ball that’s dark blue as the protagonist runs away in fear I sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ’ᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ Yᴏᴜ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ

I ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ I ᴡᴀs sᴍᴀʀᴛ Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ sᴏ ɴᴀɪ̈ᴠᴇ Tʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛs -> sees shadow As ʏᴏᴜ sᴜɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ -> shadow

Paramore Oʜ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅsᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ, ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴄʀᴜsʜᴇʀ

Avril Lavigne

Bʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴅʀʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ … ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ

end on cymbals + and a guitar

hmm “play”…. it sounds theatrical, I guess :)

Someone analyze this further please TT hands /\

https://youtu.be/PdTg-JT8FPM is pretty good :) but not complete, more could be said!!!

>hates song

>proceeds to listen to sing for 3 consecutive days

(now 4)

I appreciate the lyricism, it works wonderfully on the stage :) (red curtains emoji)

haha kool-aid is funny

“Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴄᴏᴏʟ ɢᴜʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ɪᴛ”

“I ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ I ᴡᴀs sᴍᴀʀᴛ Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ sᴏ ɴᴀɪ̈ᴠᴇ”

most of the song is just her being helpless(not really), sad, and most of all confused, but this really proves her innocence, and that she’s a good person, (editor me, clear projection here, if it just wasn't _me_ being naïve, if that wasn't already obvious lol) because maybe they would say the second lines, but they would never say the first line even as a joke if they were not a good person 

mean TT

where’s the 2000’s drums at???

what on earth is rocky horror picture show

ok so the final genre is rock

it makes sense now, and is not in fact repetitive 

paid(editor me, this was an autocorrect of p!atd though I don't think I saw the autocorrect until now ) vibes apparently -reaction video from a video with two people (editor me, I think it was one where they were old white dudes with a purple background who listened to mainly metal, but I could be wrong on this)

playlist is 2000’s indie (editor me, I was researching olivia's inspiration and she said her playlist was this lol or at least the comments did, lol)

its in minor

all of this could have been summed down to “I don’t like the new drummer”.

the parts that aren’t her sound like Selena Gomez :) Like, they could collaborate and it would be neat :)

I guess I don’t like the vocal technique because even if it wasn’t billie’s style I thought it sounded more mellow? idk

Lorde??? I guess, but don’t really see it much beyond the opening/structure of things (editor me, yeah, this was definitely a reaction to a comment and I see it now haha)

Songs that belong on a playlist

Vampire

Better Than Revenge

good 4 u

paid or something paramore???? idk just what was on the radio 

oh, that one similar song, ok

enchanted to meet you

rolling in the deep? idk

mine tv

icona pop “i don’t care” 

taylor swift look what you made me do (on spot/hits the spot/pinpoint accuracy) 

tove lo

katy perry - teenage dream

needs more guitar

"the song was a tissue of threadbare clichés" -google for threadbare (editor me I think I miiiight have read this on a comment on apple iTunes reviews, because I definitely did not know that word before)

nice lol haha totally not this one amirite :) (ominous smile) (you should be concerned) (about me, not you) (thankfully) haha

:D

ok I made a playlist on spotify ✨nuf said ✨💐🪷

this is tearing my soul away :D (never thought this was possible, so this is cool lol)

—the centrol theme is people sobbing in their songs—

also teenagers being teenagers, or at least music targeted towards them

why hate?

-emo

-billie eilith

-teenagers

-almost sampled but not quite

-the way words are pronounced

-straight up the production

-“cool” = cringe? (to adults? lol haha)

-maybe that last point is really it :)

-“look at me I’m important”

-fire this drummer

-also consider help for the producer

-overused, cliche, generic, boring <— this is it for sure, I think

-not enough out of the ordinary/expected

-make it stop pls

-imo the last part is better bc she has more confidence :)

-Olivia Rodrigo Vampire - Creativity Don't Pay Reaction I agree it’s trying too hard and going nowhere

-also on the fact that it appears that she’s trying to be edgy - “The swearing to me seems forced and unnecessary and trying to be edgy.” also see “I'm ancient so not the demographic it's aimed at.” “ I maintain that it's not particularly inspired songwriting or production in my opinion.”? “ it's an unfair comparison,” also true

no hate

-but she’s got a good spirit :)

#olivia rodrigo #vampire #Youtube

[what-gs-watching]

“I’m 903 years old, and I’m the man who’s gonna save your lives.”

Well. My fridge has decided to completely die, which is really fun, and I’m fighting with Lowe’s to get it delivered tomorrow even though I know that’s absolutely not going to happen, and I had a phone screen with a recruiter for a company I’m dying to work for and I’m anxious as hell about a bunch of things suddenly, and that’s annoying as hell.

SO I’m still hunkering down in content because that’s just what ya do. Even though the dangerously low simmer my brain has been on has been causing problems in my life, I’m not ready to give in and boot up just yet. 

But what I AM doing is getting EXTREMELY excited about the Doctor Who 60th anniversary episodes, so we’re gonna dive into it. Because we have to. 

Doctor Who is a thing for me. Doctor Who is sitting in a stingy apartment outside of Boston with my roommate (who I had a major crush on, and eventually became my husband, which is definitely its own story) and watching episodes on a shitty laptop while we drank beers late into the night. I remember losing my mind when we found out who the Face of Boe was, my heart breaking during Rose’s goodbye. 

My husband had seen it all at that point, he brought me into it and he enjoyed watching me watch it more than watching it himself. I asked a million questions, constantly,  and he refused to tell me anything. At one point my inner monologue became extremely British and I had to resist shouting “OI!” at him when he was being a jerk. Doctor Who wove its way into our extremely weird love story; I fell for the Doctor while falling for him. 

So it’s really no surprise how obsessed over David Tenannt’s 10th Doctor I was. I mean, he was the first boyfriend Doctor, right? You could argue 9 was, but in this house, we don’t really talk about 9. You get through 9 and then you get to amazing, perfect, wonderful 10 and it’s all over. 

Also yes I’m very aware that I’ve said Matt Smith’s 11  is my number one Doctor and he absolutely is, but this is about 10. Because you have to separate them. The show is as good as it is because each of them are unique, while keeping that pulse of doctor underneath. And David does it so beautifully. 

 Like everybody probably, I did really love the Rose/Doctor relationship on the first watch. Boyfriend Doctor is supposed to have that little romantic string, right? And he was so sweet with her - burning out a sun to say goodbye. That got me. The moment he tells her she could spend the rest of her life with him, but he couldn’t do the same. 

Maybe for me the appeal of the Doctor though is the loneliness of it, and  it drips from 10. He’s fully inside of his feelings about being the last of the Time Lords, and he’s always so sorry when things go wrong. He wants to be with humans, he wants to experience things with them but he feels guilty about it because he knows that it never, ever works out. He’s excited and resigned at the same time. I felt a lot of that. He was sad and he was beautiful. And everyone kept fawning over him.

Except, for Donna Noble. She is my favorite 10 companion by far. She takes no shit from that man and the bond they end up with is so pure. I love the fact that she tells him no the first time he invites her to travel with him; that mofo had just murdered a bunch of crazy spider babies, dripping wet and radiating fury, and she was. not. having. it. And she was right about that. He had to get through the Martha Jones mess and realize he’s just fucking about with these poor girls before he could deal with the absolute powerhouse that is Donna-effing-Noble.

Makes him help free a slave society from servitude? Check. Forces him to save at least someone from Pompeii even though it’s a fixed point in time? Yeap. Becomes half time-lord and saves his ass? Obviously. They complemented the hell out of each other; she made him better and he did the same. 

Honestly, if I could be any one of them, I’d be Donna. I’m a pain in the ass, too. Sometimes it’s fucking needed. Brilliant people, amazing, shining sparkling people need to be balanced out too. 

Her ending is by far the saddest one in 10’s adventures. He has to wipe her memories of him so her mind isn’t swallowed up by time lord power, and it’s devastating. She’d come into herself with him, and he had to sacrifice all of that to let her live. Back to her basic life. Back to that horrible grind of absolutely everything. She was gonna travel with him for the rest of her life. 

Which is why I’m SO excited to see how they bring the two of them back. If any companion deserves it, it’s Donna. Rose is set with her cloned human doctor, Martha is knocking about doing this and that with Mickey? Right? But poor Donna, trapped in that very human, very boring, very static life. But she’s gonna come back, and she’s going to put him in his place again, and it’s going to be brilliant. 

Did I cry a little bit (a solid bit) when I saw the first full trailer? 100% yes. Donna Noble is very much another one of my spirit animals. 

And David Tennant has taken up permanent residence in my brain. After Good Omens season 2 I obviously had to watch all of 10’s story again and now it’s all mashed up in Crowley (and the infinite Crowley’s I’ve devoured through a sheer metric ton of fanfic) and I kind of love that. That man is chameleon and fully inhabits every role he plays but seeing 10 after the Crowley of it all, it makes more sense somehow. 

I clearly want to believe there’s a universe out there where they exist together. 

I also am going to believe that this whole 60th anniversary thing came around just for me. Because what I need right now is more of 10, running and saving and running again, lonely and sorry and excited and beautiful, and older but not, and different but not. 

My love for 10 is wrapped in my love for a lot of things that happened in my life and I wouldn’t be having an existential crisis without him coming back to me, so maybe I can love some of the things that are happening in my life right now. He’s going to be 10 and 14 at the same time, and maybe that means I can be a few things at once, again. Instead of whatever it is that I am, now. Maybe I can bring those things together again. 

It’s good that 11 is a singular thing, a completed something. Because 11 for me is someone else, as much as it pains me. Which is something I’ll get to. But I need 10 to keep going, and I really can’t wait to see it. It’s going to fuck with me in all of those uncomfortable, perfect ways. 

It’s gonna be good, it’s gonna be glorious.  So: Allons-y.

#doctor who #david tennant #what g's watching #donna noble #tenth doctor #doctor who 60th anniversary

[starstruckkittensweets]

“Snowdrop” Pt. I (Kenny x Reader) || Fairytale/Soulmate AU

A/N: This is EXTREMELY OVERDUE, and I apologize to both my readers and the lovely and amazing @bluebellhairpin​. This is my first-ever Kenny fic, and my piece for Nemo’s Fantasy AU Collab! It was so much fun to be a part of this collab! Thank you so much for having me, Nemo! (And thank you for letting me write for Kenny, I hope you enjoy him in this fic!) 

I have been hyping up this fic for myself for so long now, and even though it’s not 100% done, I’m so excited to finally share the first part with you guys! I swear, I did NOT mean for this little fic to get this long, and even though this first part is already pretty lengthy, I have a lot more to write out. I hope that posting this part of the fic will encourage me to finally get off my lazy butt and write out the rest! 

A bit of background: this fic is a Fantasy AU, as per Nemo’s collab theme, and it falls in line with my Fairytale/Soulmate AU that I started way back when with my Moblit fic. I have an unhealthy obsession with soulmate tropes, so I had to incorporate them into this fic too! The first part of this fic is a little sad and dark (not too dark, don’t worry!), what with setting up the atmosphere and the conflict surrounding Reader and her kingdom. Additional warnings are posted below, but I promise, the next few parts will be softer! With that said, I hope you guys enjoy the first part! 

(Just as  a disclaimer - I have nothing against Frieda Reiss as a character. I just needed someone to fill the antagonist slot in this story, and she was the first one to come to mind!) 

Fandom: Attack on Titan  Pairing: Kenny x Reader  Words: 8.4k

Inspiration: 

Snowdrop - Brothers Grimm

Snow White and the Huntsman 

The Tale of the Apple - Emma Donoghue 

Warnings: medieval setting, fallen kingdoms, slow burn romance, mentions of past grief/death, heavy swearing (it’s Kenny so that’s to be expected haha), implied animal death (non-graphic), alcohol consumption, violence, princess!reader (and possible stereotypical gender roles), the classic “we’re on the run together” trope (and the fact I’m a complete sucker for it), future smut (not in this chapter, but in future ones, so be aware!)

Part I | Part II | Part III

It’s hard to pinpoint exactly when things start to go wrong. Everyone in the kingdom has a different view on it. For some, it’s the day the flowers begin to die. For others, it’s the day the rivers start drying up. And for a select few, it’s the night the majority of livestock in the countryside begin mysteriously dying, from an incurable disease that sweeps through every cottage and cabin in the realm.

For you? It’s the day Queen Frieda is crowned. The day your world begins to fall apart.

You’re no more than eight years old when your father brings Frieda to the castle. With hair as black as night and eyes that shimmer in the sun, you believe her to be the epitome of pure beauty. In fact, you used to dream of being as beautiful as her when you grew up. Perhaps, deep down in your gut, you wanted to be just like her.

At least you have the grace to scoff at that now. Back when you were an ignorant child.

It takes a year for your father to ask for her hand in marriage. Another year, and he lays on his deathbed, struggling to breathe as his cheeks puff out with each ragged gasp. You beg the nurses to let you in the room, to hold his hand one last time before he leaves, but they refuse. You manage to sneak in one night and curl up into his side. But the next morning, when the first rays of light beam down on your forehead, you know he’s gone.

Once your father is buried alongside his wife—your real mother—in the crypts below the castle, you know it’s over. Frieda has full control of both the castle and the kingdom.

The knights are the first to suffer her wrath. Swear allegiance to the queen or be beheaded. Most of them remain loyal, out of fear for themselves and their families. You don’t blame them—what would you do in their situation? You would probably obey out of fear, as well. But the select few who refuse to kneel soon meet their bloody demise, at the polished edge of a broadsword.

You grimace every time you walk out of the front gates—well, when you used to be able to walk through the gates. The once beautiful entrance of the castle is now decorated with spikes, with each tip bearing a head. The queen calls them traitors, and the kingdom echoes in fear. You call them victims.

The beautiful woman you once dreamed of calling mother is no more. Instead, there’s a wicked monster in her place, one who brings death and destruction to everything she touches.

It’s only a matter of time before she disposes of you, the king’s trueborn daughter. You’re a thorn in her side, sharp and prickly.  Something that’s always in sight, something that can never be ignored.

And thorns must be plucked out at some point.

The rusty bars of the cell are the only things you’ve seen for the past six years. Well, those and the guards that prowl the halls of the dungeon late at night.

You trace a hand along your wrist. Little black words are scrawled across your skin, right above your pulse point. Before she passed on that dark snowy day, your mother told you what those words meant.

“Those are the first words you’ll ever hear from your soulmate.” She spoke the word so lightly, as if she was still a child herself. It was something you always admired about your mother; despite her age and stature, she was always willing to play and joke around with you. “Keep them close to your heart. You’ll know who they are the moment you hear those words.”

Of course, soulmates didn’t matter all that much when it came to those of royal blood. In some rare cases, such as your own parents, and your father’s parents before, were true soulmates, destined to be together. But that could only last for so long. When your mother died, your father was expected to bring along another wife—and that was how Frieda came to live at the castle. It was a harsh consequence those of royal blood had to bear, which only made the concept of soulmates all the more precious to you and your mother.

The words on your wrist were simple enough: There you are. At first, you didn’t believe they were real. How could a common phrase like this tell you who your soulmate was? It didn’t make sense, but your mother was persistent. And if she believed, that was good enough for you.

Too many people said those three simple words to you. The youngest maid who tended to your mother. The handsome knight that guarded your father. The stable boy who used to chase you around the barn. For a while, you hoped he would be your soulmate, but then you caught a glimpse of him holding another girl in his arms, right behind the stables. You had been upset at first, but the more you thought about it, the more relieved you were. That just gave you the sign to keep looking for your own.

You’ve tried to keep that thought in the back of your mind, as a promise to your mother. She spoke so highly of soulmates and the beautiful bond that came along with them, and she wished nothing but the best for you. Before she had died, you promised you would find yours, and you would think of her every day when you did. But now, as your twenty-first year grows closer and closer, you’ve all but disregarded that promise.

In this world, the one that Frieda has created, there are much more important things than soulmates.

One of the guards pauses to gaze into your cell. You don’t even spare him a glance, instead keeping your eyes fixed on your lap. You can hear him mumble to himself before walking away. He has no reason to worry; you’re where you should be, on your bed and looking as helpless as ever, with your hands clasped against your knees. Nothing to worry about.

The footsteps get softer and softer. When you finally hear the door shut at the end of the hall, you open your hand, revealing a small shard of iron. One of the prisoners slipped it into your cell before he was escorted out, with the words “Stay alive” plastered on his lips.

You promise you won’t let his sacrifice be in vain.

Someone coughs in the distance. With the shard in your hand, you reach around to the lock and slip it inside. A few jerks upward, to the side, and then—click! The latch comes undone, and the lock loosens around the bars.

There’s a beat of silence. You can feel your heart throbbing in your throat, ears straining desperately, trying to catch even the slightest bit of noise from down the hall.

Nothing. You slip the lock around and open the door. Still, there’s dead silence in the hall.

You step outside and close the cell door behind you. Across the hall, in the cell in front of yours, a ragged figure sits up and presses itself against the bars. One of the commoners the queen’s imprisoned, for some reason you can’t recall. You remember his face from one of the many parties you attended in the square, when you were about six years old. He had waved to you before his twin girls dragged him off to dance.

His lips are dry and cracked, and his stringy hair falls in his dirty face. It hurts to see him now—you wish with all your heart you could take him with you.

No, not just him. You want to take everyone in this dungeon with you. Take them far away from this wretched kingdom—from the witch who has destroyed it.

You kneel down to the man’s level, grasping his fingers between the bars. He gives you a gentle smile, and for a moment, you wonder how his daughters are doing.

His voice is soft but sure: “Run.”

And you do.

Down to the opposite end of the hall, where the soldiers never bother to go. You don’t want to risk running into any of them. Who knows what will happen if they find you out of your cell? What will they do to you?

No—what will Queen Frieda do to you?

It’s hard to breathe as you race down the dusty hallway, your frayed shoes scraping against the damp stone. Some of the prisoners lean in close, struggling to catch a glimpse of you before you disappear. Some of them whisper good luck as you pass them by; others clasp their hands over their mouth and pray silently.

There’s a small slit at the edge of the hall, where the pale sunlight filters in. Perhaps the only sunlight that ever reaches the dungeon, apart from the small windows in every other cell. The ragged skirt of your dress brushes your knees; you managed to rip the hem of it off a few days ago, so it wouldn’t get in your way when running.

The window at the edge of the hall glares at you, white rays of sunlight pouring onto your face. The moment you hoist yourself up onto the stone, you hear a scuffle at the end of the hall—and a collection of mystified voices.

“She’s gone!”

“Alert the guards!”

“Don’t let the queen panic!”

Your stomach rolls at the mention of Frieda. What could she possibly want with you? In fact, why didn’t she kill you the night your father died? What does she gain from keeping you alive like this?

The window leads to the edge of the dungeon, on the south side of the castle. Below is the wooden fixture that stretches all along the keep, passing the stables, the smithy, and the kennels. The hunter’s gate, as your father used to call it, is just ahead. You faintly remember watching him from the window of your bedroom, on his great white stallion, with his men at his side and the dogs at his heels.

You swing your legs up and land on the roof of the stables. Hunkering down, you watch as knights begin to file toward the other end of the dungeon, swords pared and armor shining. You steal another look at the stables, through the small vent in the roof. One of the horses, a chestnut mare with a black mane, lifts her eyes up to you.

Perhaps she recognizes me.

It’s impossible to get very far without a horse. And yet, if you waste time saddling one up, you run the risk of getting caught. You’ll have to ride bareback—something you haven’t done in ages.

But it’s better than being caught and taken to the queen. So you slip your legs into the vent and drop down into the stables, reaching for the chestnut mare with the black mane.

A distraction, you realize, taking in the ten other horses in the stables. No one is nearby right now—everyone’s preoccupied with the dungeon. Maybe you can hold them off for just a little longer…

You manage to loop a lead rope through the mare’s halter and use it as a makeshift bridle. Not the safest option, but it’s all you have time to do. Once she’s ready, you slide the latch from each of the horse’s stalls and urge them forward. Most of them take the hint and wander outside. Some of them need a bit more encouragement, so you smack their behinds—that gets them moving in no time.

Shouts from the courtyard reach your ears. With a huff, you swing yourself up and onto the mare’s back, digging your heels into her sides as hard as you can. She grunts but trots ahead, right toward the hunter’s gate. It’s rarely ever used anymore—the queen’s guards focus their attention more on the north and south gates—so the doors are always open just a bit. With a sharp yank on the mare’s lead, you urge her ahead and into the meadow behind, following the dirt path that leads to nowhere.

You have a handful of minutes before the guards are hot on your tail. It’s up to you to make the best of them. You dig your heels deeper into the mare’s skin and grasp her mane, your heart lodged in your throat with every passing stride.

On the other side of the meadow is a great forest. Your father used to bring you there sometimes, not to hunt, but to admire the beauty it held. The canopy of the trees above, the autumn leaves that crunched beneath your boots, the rushing river to the east—all of it was gorgeous. And even now, despite your situation, you have to appreciate its appearance. Even after all these years, the forest is still just as beautiful as ever.

Almost as if it’s the one thing that hasn’t succumbed to Frieda’s deadly touch.

The first thing you do is wade through the river, collecting handfuls of mud to slather on both your skirts and the horse’s hide. No doubt the queen will send dogs after you, and you’re determined to hide your scent as long as you can. You refuse to go back there—too many people have died to give you a chance to escape. It’s up to you to make their sacrifices count for something.

The little shard of iron rests in the pocket of your skirt. You grasp at it, hoping the little piece will give you some sort of comfort. But it doesn’t—all it does is remind you of the lives the kingdom has lost, all because of Frieda’s rule.

The mare grunts and sidesteps further into the river. You forgot, this one can be a little skittish. You rub her neck before climbing back on. It’s best to keep moving for now.

But even as you make your way further into the forest, you’re at a loss. Where are you supposed to go? What’s on the other end of this forest? You’ve only explored a bit of it with your father, but other than that, you have no idea what lies beyond the kingdom’s walls. Are you heading the right way? Will you come across some of the villages you used to visit with your mother? It’s hard to tell—every direction looks identical.

You heave a sigh and press on, the sound of the mare’s hooves against the dirt providing little comfort.

Suddenly, there’s a scream in the distance—the scream of a man. Followed by a storm of hoof beats, and a clink of armor.

They’re coming. Behind you.

It’s hard not to panic as you reach around and smack at the mare’s backside. She squeals and starts to run, and for a moment, you jostle in your seat on her back. But you grip both the lead rope and her mane and hold on for dear life.

They’re gaining on you. Screaming your name, screaming your title—your former title, you should say. You’re no longer a princess in Frieda’s eyes.

You yank on the mare’s mane, directing her toward the clearing in the forest. It’s too noticeable to continue on horseback—you’re much more likely to be spotted by the search parties. Your best option is to leave the horse behind and continue on foot.

The mare suddenly squeals and buckles beneath your weight. A scream flies past your lips as you tumble down into the dead leaves of the forest floor. The mare shrieks in pain and writhes. Your throat burns when you realize why—an arrow is lodged in her side, blood already leaking from the wound.

The men are getting close, so close you can see them on their silver horses. Tears spring into your eyes as you push yourself off the ground and begin to run, the mare’s screams echoing in your ears.

You get maybe a few more strides in before your legs give out from under you. Your screams are lodged in your throat as your body thrashes against the floor, tumbling down a steep hill in the forest. When you finally stop, you land in a shallow pond, soaking your skirt and hair. But there’s a silver lining to this—a small makeshift cavern, constructed of broken tree branches and rocks, lying right beside the water. Snatching the iron shard from your pocket, you worm your way into the cavern and struggle to keep quiet.

The voices of the knights get closer and closer. Words begin to register in your mind—Frieda, princess, beauty, blood. None of it makes sense.

Suddenly, you hear screaming, followed by the harsh clang of metal. Then a few gurgling sounds, the kind that sends a shiver down your spine.

What’s going on up there? Are they fighting with each other?

It’s quite uncommon for knights to duel with each other, as they’re sworn by blood to protect one another. Perhaps another enemy has made itself known? You squeeze your eyes shut and grip the iron shard even harder than before.

The voices suddenly stop. The horses grunt and whinny to each other. Dead leaves crunch beneath heavy footsteps. A tear slips down your dirty cheek.

“There you are.”

A calloused hand wraps around your wrists and tugs on you hard. You whimper as something cold and sharp presses against the base of your throat. A sob wracks your throat when you realize it’s a blade.

“Fucking brat,” a rough, masculine voice growls in your ear, “more trouble than you’re worth. Should rake in a hefty price, though. The queen herself promised to pay.”

So that’s what this man is. A huntsman, hired by the queen herself. You weren’t even aware she had some on hand. It seems you’ve missed quite a lot in the six years you’ve spent in the dungeon.

Huntsmen have a harsh reputation in your kingdom. Your father never liked them, claiming their business to be dirty work and downright repulsive. It was dishonorable to hunt down fellow human beings, all for the sake of a fleeting reward. Some of them are even known for killing their own allies, to ensure they don’t have to share their payment with anyone else. No wonder Frieda has a few of them working for her.

They match her despicable nature, right down to the bone.

There’s a faint splash of water beneath you. You’ve dropped the shard of iron, right into the depths of the pond. Tears gather in your eyes, your skin pulses against the steel of the blade.

Is this how it’s going to end for you? Killed at the blade of a huntsman, brought in to the queen for a profit? Seems like a poor way to leave this world.

Your teeth chatter behind your quivering lips. You don’t want to die. Not yet, anyway. But what are the odds of this stranger letting you go, and sacrificing his prize? Almost nonexistent.

So you loosen your hands, lean back into his chest, and say the only thing you can think of: “Just be gentle.”

You almost scoff at yourself. What a stupid thing to say to the man who’s about to end your life.

Suddenly, you’re thrown into the pond with a splash, landing on your hands and knees. You scramble through the mud below, as fast as your arms and legs can carry you. When you reach the opposite end of the pond, you glance over your shoulder, and you get a decent look at the queen’s huntsman.

He looks cleaner than usual for a huntsman, with black hair that’s slicked back and partially hidden by a matching black hat, and a thin line of scruff around his chin. His face is aged, lined with wrinkles, and the skin around his eyes crinkles in disgust. A leather vest, a scabbard for weapons, black boots that reach up to his knees, and a small blade grasped in his hand—the same one that touched your throat just seconds before.

Definitely the kind of man to stay away from.

But he doesn’t advance toward you, like you expect him to. Instead, he just stares at you, lips curled up in obvious disgust, and…wait a minute…

Is that disbelief?

What does he have to be surprised about? He knows who you are. He knows what you are to the queen. So why does he look so shocked all of a sudden?

Was it something you said? No, it couldn’t be. You’ve only said three words to the man, he couldn’t possibly—

Wait.

Three words. “Just be gentle,” you had said. He let you go after hearing those three simple words.

Simple words. Your stomach churns at the realization. What did he say to you? What were the first words—?

The same ones etched on your skin, smeared with dirt and dripping with pond water. There you are.

The huntsman shakes his head and tugs at his sleeve—the left one, to be exact. The same one your words are printed on, as well.

That all but affirms your suspicions, and suddenly, you feel like throwing up.

It’s not possible. No, you must be mistaken. This man—this thing can’t be your soulmate. Maybe you’ve misread the situation. Yeah, that’s it. Maybe it’s just an honest mistake.

But when he shakes his head and tilts his hat over his eyes, suddenly you’re not so sure. And when he turns away from you, ready to leave you alone, your mouth acts before your brain does.

“Wait! Don’t go!” What am I even saying? He’s a huntsman, a murderer! I should be begging him to leave me alone!

But you don’t want him to leave. Not just yet.

He stops in his tracks, right at the bank of the pond. You straighten yourself up, your skirt brushing against the soft waves of the pond, and take a shaky step forward.

“…What’s written on your wrist?”

He scoffs and begins to walk away. “You’re smart. Figure it out.”

Now you know you’re not mistaken. And while your throat burns with bile, you force yourself to wade through the pond, in a desperate attempt to catch up to him.

“Don’t leave,” you call after him, “not yet!”

You’re soaked with water and shivering like a madman when you finally climb out of the pond. The skirt of your dress clings to your knees, and your shoes are caked with mud and leaves. Your teeth chatter as you hug your arms to your chest, eyes still fixed on the huntsman ahead. He refuses to look back at you, still making his way up the steep hill.

“Wait!” You scramble up after him, lungs screaming for air. “Don’t leave!”

The man whirls around and glares at you, and when you see the blade flash in his hand, you squeeze your eyes shut and flinch away. You hear a chuckle, and when you open your eyes again, you see the man shaking his head.

“Pathetic,” he sneers. He slips the blade back into the scabbard on his belt—and that’s when you realize, that’s not the only blade he has hidden away on his being. “Run away, sweetheart. Run as fast you can, far away from this place. You’ll thank me later.”

At the top of the hill stands the horses, with their riders strewn about on the forest floor. One of them has his throat slashed, another lays facedown against the dead leaves. You cringe when your eyes land on the chestnut mare, who’s stopped writhing around by now. At least she’s no longer in pain, the poor thing.

But there’s another horse in the mix—a huge black stallion, with a single white patch on his front right leg. Judging by the leather knapsack and heavy cape thrown over the saddle, you assume he belongs to the huntsman himself.

The huntsman heads for the nearest knight and begins examining his body. At first, you think he’s just checking to make sure he’s dead. But then he swipes the knight’s little silver knife from him and slips it into his belt. The sight makes you grimace.

As dishonorable as they come, huh? How in the world did you get stuck with a huntsman as your soulmate?

“You still here, brat?” the huntsman snarls, glaring at you from over his shoulder. “I thought I told you to leave.”

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them: “Take me with you.”

Silence fills the air around you. And suddenly, the man bursts into laugher, the skin around his eyes crinkling with a mad kind of joy.

Your cheeks burn. What’s come over you all of a sudden? Possibly the most dangerous place to be in the world is at a huntsman’s side. And not only that, but you’re staunchly against their way of life. Kill, steal, kill again—it’s doesn’t sit well with you. It goes against everything your parents taught you.

And yet, you want to be near this man.

Is it because he has the first words you’ve ever said to him etched on his wrist? Is that all there is to it? Or is it something deeper than that?

Why did he spare you back there to begin with, anyway?

“Absolutely not.” He stands back up, pocketing the little pouch of gold from the knight’s chainmail, before moving onto the next one. “I don’t need some princess following me like a shadow.”

“Then why don’t you just kill me?” You cross your arms over your chest and give him your fiercest glare. “Kill me now, and get it over with. Go collect your prize from the queen. Isn’t that why you’re here, anyway?”

He stops, his hand hovering over the knight’s armor. For a moment, you think you’ve won the argument. But then he straightens himself up, pocketing yet another pouch of gold coins, before making his way over to you. Your knees tremble, but you stand your ground.

He leans over to you, and that’s when you get a good look at his eyes. A pale gray color, with flecks of blue dancing around his pupils. In the right kind of light, you’re sure they could almost pass as…appealing.

You’re so fixated on his eyes you don’t even he’s reaching for your wrist until it’s too late. A yelp escapes your mouth as he lifts your wrist up to his face, tugging the sleeve of your dress down to reveal the writing scrawled across your skin. He scoffs softly and shakes his head upon reading the words.

“Of fucking course.” He drops your wrist and shrugs his shoulder, dark eyes burning into yours. “Don’t ever let your guard down. Too many people will take advantage of you if you do.”

Like you. The words are on the tip of your tongue, but you remain silent. No need to get on his bad side even more, right?

“Grab one of those horses and stay close.” He heads for the black stallion, slipping the pouches of gold into the knapsack. “But the next town we get to, you’re staying behind. I can’t waste my time babysitting some spoiled fucking princess.”

You don’t even have the energy to argue with him. So you only shrug your shoulders, before grabbing the reins of one of the silver horses. Another mare, you realize, and your heart hurts as you remember the chestnut, lying on the forest floor.

By the time you swing yourself up into the saddle, the huntsman is already on the move. You squeeze your legs around the mare and urge her forward, silently following in the huntsman’s shadow.

The first night with him is awkward. You’re huddled up against the trunk of a tree, arms crossed over your chest and knees pressed together. The horses are tied up a few feet away, their heads hung and their breaths soft. The huntsman sits across from you, on the other side of the campfire, silently inspecting one of the many knives from his belt.

It’s hard to fall asleep, especially when he’s sharpening his blade right in front of you.

Will he go back on his word after all? Will he slit your throat in your sleep and cart your body off to the queen? The thought doesn’t surprise you; huntsmen have no moral code of their own. They act in their own self-interest, especially at the expense of others.

You wait a few more minutes before curling up on your side, pressing your cheek against the dead leaves on the forest floor. The forest seems to stretch on forever in the distance. You don’t remember it being this big, in the stories your father used to tell you before tucking you into bed. Your throat closes up at the memory, and of the kisses he would press against your forehead before wishing you sweet dreams. How many years has it been since his death? Ten? Eleven, maybe? Too many, as far as you’re concerned.

Something wet cascades across the bridge of your nose. You clear your throat and wipe your face, before burying your head in your arms. No use in crying now. You have to be alert, ready for anything. You can’t trust anyone, especially not the man sitting across from you.

Suddenly, the huntsman clears his throat and pushes himself to his feet. At the glint of the blade in the fire’s glow, you sit up and prepare to run. But the man only shakes his head, angling the edge of the blade away from your body.

“Would you calm the fuck down already?” His gruff voice sends a shiver down your spine. “If I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead.”

That’s comforting enough. “And how do I know you won’t kill me once I fall asleep?”

For a moment, he almost looks offended. “What do you take me for, anyway?”

A murderer who only ever thinks about himself. The answer comes to you in the blink of an eye.

And yet, your soul is bonded to this man, violence and bloodshed and all. It’s enough to make you sick to your stomach. For once, you find yourself cursing the world of soulmates your mother spoke so highly of.

What would she say if she knew this man was your soulmate, your supposed one and only?

The huntsman shakes his head before padding his way over to his horse. The stallion doesn’t even flinch as he starts rummaging through the saddlebags. You keep your eyes on him, prepared to face anything he might brandish.

You still don’t trust him, soulmates be damned. But then…why did you want him to stay with you so badly?

Something lands in your lap—courtesy of the huntsman nearby. When you glance down at it, you realize it’s a blanket. It’s on the smaller side, and the fabric’s a bit scratchy, but it’s warm and comforting. Still, you raise your eyebrow at the man and wait for him to explain.

“It gets cold out here real quick.” He doesn’t look at you when he speaks, opting to settle back down at his usual spot across from you, on the other side of the fire. “And I don’t wanna hear you complain about it all night.”

Already, the nighttime chill begins to settle in your bones. You wrap the blanket around your shoulders and lay back down on your side.

“…Thanks.”

The huntsman leans against the tree and tips his hat over his eyes. “Don’t mention it.”

It’s still a while before you fall asleep, what with the sounds of the forest all around you: an owl hooting in the distance, the crickets chirping noisily, the campfire crackling, and the huntsman snoring softly. You hate to admit it…but the stupid scratchy blanket is borderline comfortable, and it manages to lull you to sleep, with your arms still folded over your chest.

You get a few more words out of the huntsman the following day. It’s hard to talk to him, considering the ever-present scowl on his wrinkled face. Not to mention the array of weapons lining his belt, peeking out from behind the flaps of his overcoat. But if you’re going to be traveling together, even if it’s just for a short while, you might as well get to know him a bit better.

“…Can you tell me your name, at least?”

He dips his hat over his eyes and answers you in a gruff voice: “Kenny Ackerman.”

Ackerman. You’ve heard that name before, from the meetings your father had with his advisors. A known huntsman, ruthless and bloodthirsty. Always eager to kill, never shying away from finishing the job. Not someone your mother would ever welcome at the dinner table.

And yet, according to the words on your wrist, he’s your supposed soulmate. Go figure.

The two horses nicker softly. A bird chirps in the distance. You grip the reins even tighter, thumbing over the worn leather.

You tell him your own name, and he only huffs in response. Of course, he knows your name. No doubt Frieda told him everything she knew about you before she sent him on his way to kill you.

There’s another beat of silence. The green canopy above is getting thinner and thinner, and more rays of sunlight begin pooling on the forest floor. You must be getting closer to the edge of the woods by now.

“How much did she offer you to kill me?”

Your cheeks flush with heat the moment the words leave your lips. Not exactly the next question you wanted to ask…

At first, the huntsman—Kenny, you remind yourself—seems taken aback. But then he shakes his head and turns to you, eyebrow quirked at an angle. “Why do you want to know so badly?”

Without missing a beat, you answer, “Just wondering how much you gave up when you let me go.”

“Don’t do that.”

It’s your turn to frown. “What do you mean?” But he stays silent, and you drop the subject.

Finally, you reach the edge of the forest, right on the little hill your father always described in his stories. Below the hill rests a small village, but you can’t tell if it’s one of the ones you used to visit with your mother. They all look the same, in one way or another. With their mills, taverns, inns, fields, it’s hard to tell them apart sometimes.

Especially now, since you haven’t been out of the castle walls in six years or so.

Kenny dismounts his horse, gathering the reins in one hand. You follow his lead, and the silver mare snorts when you pat her neck. Wordlessly, Kenny begins to walk down the hill and further toward the village. You do your best to keep up, leading the silver mare right behind you.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” you ask again. This time, he graces you with an answer.

“Act all tough and defiant. You’re not. So don’t go tryin’ to fool yourself.”

He must be referring to your earlier comment to him. About giving up the queen’s offering. “I’m not—”

“Don’t bullshit me,” he sneers, shoving his face into yours—too close, and you take a step or two back. “You’re not as sharp-tongued as you think you are, so don’t go pretending you are.”

Sharp-tongued? A fire explodes in your chest. “I’m just curious, that’s all! I never meant to—”

Suddenly, there’s a flash of silver in the sunlight, and you squeeze your eyes shut and hunch away. The silver mare grunts and takes a step back. You brace yourself, wondering if the huntsman has finally snapped and decided to kill you after all.

Will it be fast and painless? Or will he make you suffer? Most likely the latter. Huntsmen are known to take pleasure in their kills. It’s all sport for them, after all. A sick sport that they’re paid to play.

But no such pain comes. When you crack an eye open, you see him standing with his back to you, his front turned to the forest behind you. His blade is in his hand—the same one he held to your throat just hours before.

“Start moving,” he grumbles, sliding his knife back into the scabbard on his belt. “Shouldn’t stay out here for too long. It’ll be dark soon, anyway.”

He tugs on the reins, leading his black stallion further and further down the hill. With a hard swallow, and an aching feeling in your chest, you begin to follow him.

This is it, you realize. Once you get to the village, you’ll both go your separate ways. He only said you could follow him to the next town, and that’s that. After this, you’ll never get to see him again.

For some reason, the thought makes your stomach swirl.

What’s wrong with you? Forget about being your soulmate—he’s a huntsman, first and foremost! You should be glad to finally get away from him. No more skirting around him, wondering when you’ll take your last breath. No more wondering whether or not he’ll kill you. No more hearing his foul mouth or the gruff words he’d lash out at you with.

You’ll finally be free of him. That’s what you want, right? But then, why does the thought of leaving him hurt so damn much?

A shiver crawls down your spine when you think of your mother. What would she say? No, no need to ask that question—you already know her answer. She would insist that soulmates come first, no matter what. That somehow, some way, everyone figures out how to make it work.

But as much as you hate the thought of disappointing her, you don’t see how it could work between you two. A princess on the run, and a murderous huntsman? It doesn’t seem possible.

The village is strangely quiet, the fields and roads tinted with the faint orange glow of the sunset. Not a soul to be seen, in either direction. For some reason, your gut churns at the realization.

It’s too early to be inside already. Surely there are people who need to finish up work, right? You remember visiting the towns with your mother, when you were no more than five years old, watching the men toil into the late hours of the night, while their sons and daughters played in the square. It’s natural for villagers to be up at night, even when they have to rise early the next morning.

So then…why isn’t there anyone out here?

Kenny suddenly brings his horse to a halt, and you don’t hesitate to follow suite. He’s stopped a few feet away from a small tavern, the bricks rugged and sprinkled with moss. He ties his stallion to the hitching post, where a handful of horses are already lined up. Each of them looks exhausted, with their manes unkempt and their eyes sunken in.

“Hurry up,” he grumbles, adjusting his hat on his head. “I need a drink. And then, I’m out of here.”

You don’t know why he’s telling you this. Surely he can leave now, right? He doesn’t need to hang around with you anymore. But when he gives you an expectant look, you tie your horse up next to his and follow him into the tavern, his shadow stretching along your own.

He’s a strange man, Kenny Ackerman. Maybe you’re better off giving up on trying to figure him out.

The inside of the tavern is bleak and musty. The floor is damp, and somewhere in the distance, you can hear water dripping from the ceiling. The scent of smoke coils around the room, so thick you can practically see the cloud over the customers’ heads. A far cry from what you’re used to at the castle’s dining hall.

And the customers? The mere sight of them sends a chill down your spine. Three brawny men, hunched over their shared table, mugs of ale in their hands. One of them, a balding man with a scraggly beard, eyes you coldly. You swallow hard and inch just a little bit closer to Kenny. Hopefully he doesn’t realize how nervous you are…

But then you glance up at him, and one look at his face tells you he knows. Kenny is an observant man, and he seems to catch on rather quickly. And he doesn’t take his eyes off you until the two of you take a seat at one of the vacant tables, at the far end of the tavern.

“Loosen up a bit,” he mumbles as a serving girl brings over a tankard of ale and a glass of water (for yourself, you presume). “You look like you haven’t shit in weeks.”

You blink, taken aback at his casual use of foul language. You should be used to it by now, you suppose, but it’s not your fault. You were raised to never speak such words aloud, even when you were all alone. It was distasteful and certainly not becoming of a princess.

A bitter laugh bubbles up in your throat. You remember those days, when speaking properly and acting all regal were your only worries in the world. The good old days, as your father would say.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, clearing your throat. “…I’m just a bit…scared…”

“Of what? These are your people, aren’t they?” At least he keeps his voice down. No one else in the tavern can hear him. “You should feel at home here.”

Maybe at one point, you would have felt safe and sound here. You remember visiting the nearby towns with your mother, and playing with the children, and giving freshly-picked roses to the villagers with a smile. At one point, you did see the villages as your home, and the villagers as just another part of your family.

But you haven’t been outside the castle walls in six years. You’ve forgotten how to talk and act around the people you’re sworn to protect. You’ve forgotten what they look like, how they dress, and how they talk. As much as you hate to admit it, they’re not your people anymore.

They’re Frieda’s people, whether you like it or not. Whether they like it, or not.

With your ragged dress and dirty face, it’s easy to blend in with the other villagers. Still, there’s a nagging feeling in your chest—a fear that someone will recognize you as the princess the queen’s guards are searching for. And you can’t count on them to protect you from her anymore. If they’re given the chance to save you, a girl they haven’t seen in years, or themselves and their families, you know exactly who they’ll choose.

Kenny takes another swig of ale, his face scrunching up in a grimace. But then he slides the tankard over to your side of the table, fingers barely brushing the handle.

“Have some. It’ll help take the edge off.”

Your nerves are shot anyway, so what’s the harm in tasting a bit? So you grip the cup with both hands and bring it to your lips. And almost immediately, you gag and cough, eyes brimming with hot tears.

The huntsman laughs, but it’s not one of those loud, obnoxious laughs you’ve gotten used to over the past couple days. This one is softer, more moderate in volume, and—dare you say it—almost genuine. His eyes crinkle with a smirk that teeters dangerously over the edge of being an actual smile.

“I-it’s disgusting!”

The burn in your throat is unbearable, and it feels like all the moisture in your mouth is evaporating on the spot. You swipe the glass of water to your left, gulping down huge mouthfuls as fast as you can. How can he stand to drink that and not want to puke? You can’t imagine drinking something like that just for fun.

“It’s an acquired taste,” he replies, taking the drink from your hands. “You get used to it. Besides, with the shit going on around here, we could all use a few drinks now and then.”

For some reason, you get the feeling he drinks that stuff more than just now and then. You’ve heard of the usual tavern customers—rugged older men who don’t have families to go home to, and no proper place to call their own. And judging from what you’ve seen of him so far, Kenny fits the bill almost perfectly.

“I know you.”

An icy claw grips your stomach. The balding man from the other side of the tavern is out of his seat now, dark eyes fixed on you. With a shiver, you wonder if he’s taken his eyes off you once since you walked in here.

The other men around him are staring, too. You swallow and drop your eyes, taking another swig of your water. Kenny continues to sip at his ale, seemingly unconcerned with the eyes of the men on the two of you.

“Hey!” The man’s voice is sharper now, and you visibly flinch at the sound. Kenny’s eyes burn into your face, his expression unreadable.

That’s when you see the flash of gold and violet on the man’s right sleeve, and your stomach drops like a stone.

Gold and violet. The same colors the queen’s guards bear.

They’ve found you. They’re here to take you back to her, so she can finally sink her claws into you and never let you go. What will she do to you once they bring you back? Will she kill you outright? Throw you in the dungeons for another six years? Or does she have something worse up her sleeve?

“Are you sure?” one of the men seated at the table hisses. He’s still hunched over, clutching his mug of ale tightly.

“No doubt,” the balding man replies. “That’s the one the queen is looking for.”

It’s hard to breathe. You stumble out of your seat, hands trembling like leaves at your sides. This is it.

That’s when Kenny stands up from his seat, his back still turned to the men. Even as they begin advancing toward your table, he doesn’t appear to be alarmed.

He jerks his head to the side, and out of the corner of your eye, you spot a small wooden ladder leading to the upper loft of the tavern. A silent message passes between you two: “Get out of here.”

You make a break for the ladder, and almost instantly, the clang of steel pierces the air around you. Sweat slides down your forehead as you scramble up the wooden rungs, too terrified to even look back. And even when you make it to the upper loft, you hesitate to glance back down below.

But you do, hands clenched over your mouth.

The sounds of battle—of grunts and wails and steel—are all too familiar. You still remember being hunched over in the makeshift cavern by the shallow pool, hearing the knights above battling each other as they searched for you. But it’s different now. Back then, you only heard the sounds. Now you’re forced to watch the battle itself—and for the first time, you get to see how Kenny handles himself in a fight.

Rough and rugged, he takes on the guards with ease. At first, you fear the worst—no way those little blades of his are a match for their swords. But he deflects each and every one of them with ease, his movements quite fluid for his age. He yanks one of the guards by the back of his collar and slams his face into the table, and the man groans before slumping over onto the cold stone floor.

The first guard, the one with the balding head and scraggly beard, puts up more of a fight than the others. Even when Kenny knocks out another guard and throws him into him, he only bats him away and continues to fight. Each stroke of his broadsword sends a chill down your spine. Any moment now, the sharpened blade could find Kenny’s skin.

Good riddance, you think to yourself. Isn’t that what you want? For the world to be rid of another huntsman? Why should you show any concern toward him?

But you know better than to think that way. If he dies, these men take you back to Frieda, and you’re left to meet a fate possibly worse than death itself. As much as you hate to admit it, he’s your only hope of getting out of here alive.

The man swings his sword, but Kenny dodges it with ease—and suddenly, the man’s wrist is locked and twisted behind him. The broadsword clatters to the floor with a thump, and the man grunts as Kenny yanks on his arm. Kenny lifts his knife, you see a flash of silver, and suddenly, your eyes squeeze shut. There’s a slice, a groan, and finally, the man sinks onto the wet stone floor.

You open one eye, just in time to see Kenny reach across the table and take another swig of his ale.

He clears his throat and wipes his mouth with his sleeve. “You can come down, kid. That’s the last of ’em.”

Slowly, you climb down the wooden rungs of the ladder, eyes fixed on the three fallen men around you. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a flash of movement—the serving girl from before is staring at you, eyes wide and jaw slack. Her hands tremble, much like yours did when those men recognized you.

At the glint in Kenny’s eye, you wonder if he’s going to kill her. But instead, he slides his blade into its scabbard, leans down to the balding man’s body, and snatches a familiar brown pouch out of his belt. He tosses it to the girl, and when she peeks inside to see the gold coins, her eyes grow even wider.

“Never here, you understand?” She nods eagerly, and with a huff, Kenny jerks his head toward you. “Let’s get out of here.”

Wordlessly, you follow him out of the tavern and back to the horses. Your silver mare blinks sleepily at you, and you give her a reassuring pat. Your stomach is still churning from witnessing the battle just moments prior.

Once he’s on his stallion, Kenny motions for you to follow him. But this time, you feel just a smidge safer next to him than you did before. 

#kenny ackerman #kenny ackerman x reader #kenny x reader #attack on titan #kenny ackerman x you #kenny ackerman x y/n #aot x reader #aot x you #attack on titan x reader #kenny ackerman smut #fairytale au #soulmate au #nemo's fantasy collab #bluebellhairpin #aot fics #smut

[that-blue-vault-dweller]

Hi I have another one! Companions react to Nora acting like they are in a super hero comic. She gives them super hero names and she goes “Pow!!! Zap!!! Boom!!” When they fight bad guys. When they ask who she is she gives them her hero name instead of her real one. When she brings her companion to her “secret lair” (her house) Her room is full of hero comic merch that she and her husband used to collect along with drawings of her and her husband and some pictures of them as super heroes.

I'm sorry this one took so long to do! It took me a while to think of everyone's superhero names, lol 😂 This one was really unique, and I really love it! 😊

Thank you so much for the request! 🥰 I hope you enjoy!!! 💙💛

Cait - Is referred to as Red Victory. Cait thinks the entire superhero thing is ridiculous, but she does like the name. It sounds really tough albeit cheesy. She thinks F!Sole is a little crazy for shouting comic book sound effects, but she doesn't really care that F!Sole introduces the both of them as their superhero names, and when people look at her questioningly, she just shrugs and says that at least it sounds cooler than Cait. However, when F!Sole takes Cait to the "secret lair" at her house and she sees all of the drawings as well as actual pictures of her and her husband dressed up as superheroes and all of the superhero-themed merchandise, Cait quickly understands precisely what is going on with the woman. The realization does not really change her view, but now that she understands it, she is much more aware of what it all means to F!Sole.

Piper - Is now officially dubbed Cherry Bomb. Piper actually legitimately grins when she first hears it. She thinks that it's hilarious and when F!Sole explains that she's called Cherry Bomb because she's feisty, small, and occasionally explosive, Piper is actually laughing. When F!Sole starts shouting comic book sound effects when they defeat enemies, Piper just rolls with it. When F!Sole introduces them as their superhero names, Piper usually laughs at the crazy looks they receive before introducing herself as her real name. Of course, most people already know her, but it's still funny. However, when F!Sole shows Piper the "secret lair," Piper is stricken and she feels terrible for the woman next to her. But she also feels quite honored that F!Sole thinks so highly of her to include her in something that F!Sole and her husband were so deeply interested in. She does not stop reintroducing herself as her real name, but she does start doing it when F!Sole is distracted and doesn't overhear. Similarly to F!Sole, she also starts calling out comic book sound effects like "Pow!" when she hits enemies.

Curie - Has become the Mad Scientist. She is at first upset and somewhat offended by the nomenclature. However, when F!Sole explains that it is because she has mad skills (which is a good thing) and she is a scientist, Curie is much happier and even sort of likes the superhero name. When F!Sole shouts comic book sound effects, Curie giggles ridiculously and even contributes some herself. However, when F!Sole introduces them as their superhero names, she insists upon telling people their real names. But when F!Sole shows her the "secret lair," Curie feels awful for F!Sole and she actually starts to cry a little for her. However, after that, while Curie is not a fan of introducing themselves as their superhero names, she does wholeheartedly pitch in when it comes time to yell sounds.

MacCready - Is now Headshot. He secretly adores the name and the entire superhero thing, but he tries to keep it quiet because he wants to look at least a little cool. He doesn't really mind the both of them being introduced as their superhero names and he actually is completely on board when she is shouting comic book sounds. He figures that everyone that hears him will probably be dead by the end of the fight anyway, so there's no real reason to be embarrassed about it. When she shows him the "secret lair," he immediately feels terribly awkward and it takes him a little time after that to fully slide back into the superhero routine.

Deacon - Has earned the title the Veiled Vigilante. He actually likes it quite a bit, and he sometimes is the one introducing them as their superhero names. When she is shouting random comic book noises, he throws in a few as well, unable to keep from laughing a bit when he does. Overall, the superhero thing works well for him since it allows an even more greatly hidden secret identity. However, when he learns about the "secret lair," he understands the deep meaning with the superhero obsession. So after that, he just takes an even more active role in introducing the two as their superhero identities.

Codsworth - Is officially named the Sterling Perry. He just goes with it, knowing the significance of the entire superhero thing. When she introduces the two of them as their superhero names and when she is screaming "Kablam!" at the top of her lungs, it does not bother him at all. Actually, he feels quite sorry for her, and when they visit the "secret lair," he tells her that he is always there if she wants to talk about it.

Hancock - Is now dubbed the American Patriot. He adores this name and he thinks it is quite humorous when she shouts comic book sound effects. He actually does not mind for her to introduce herself as her superhero name, but he always follows up his superhero name with his real name. But when she shows the "secret lair" to him, he softens about that particular aspect, and he makes sure to try to sometimes let his superhero name stand alone. After all, if it brings a smile to her face and makes her happy, that is perfectly good enough for him.

Danse - Has earned the name of the Iron Tank. He thinks it is pretty ridiculous, but he keeps his thoughts to himself mostly. When she introduces them as superheroes, he furrows his brow and does not particularly like it. When she is screaming comic book sound effects, he tells her that things make plenty enough noise for themselves without her adding to it.  However, after he is shown the "secret lair," he is quickly thrown off and he apologizes for criticizing her ways. From then on, he never complains again about her strange superhero obsession.

Preston - Is officially named Rain-Man. He asks about her logic in this, and she says that he made her think of it when he randomly said "at least it's not raining" one day. He honestly just tries to laugh it off a little when she introduces the both of them as their superhero names, and he honestly is a little weirded out when she starts shouting "Pow!" However, when she shows him the "secret lair," he has a much greater understanding about the reasoning behind all of it. Therefore, next time she starts shouting, he does not react at all and might throw out an experimental "Boom!" himself.

Valentine - Is declared Neon Noir. He actually legitimately laughs a little when he hears it. It is the strangest name he has ever heard, but he figures that if it makes her happy, it's okay with him. However, when she introduces them as their superhero names, he has to interject and tell people their true names. He does not think it is quite appropriate to take the superhero names that seriously. When she shouts the comic book sound effects, on the other hand, it does not really bother him, and he finds it to be cute. But when she shows him the "secret lair," he is immediately very sad and he immediately deeply understands her logic. From then on, he tries to discuss superhero stuff a little bit more often with her.

X6-88 - Has become Death-Shadow. He thinks that this entire thing is somewhat preposterous. But he does secretly like the name Death-Shadow. He feels that it describes him perfectly. He also thinks that it sounds pretty threatening, too. He does not complain when she introduces the both of them as their superhero names and actually secretly likes to be called Death-Shadow despite its lack of practicality. However, he is not particularly fond of how she shouts comic book sound effects. When they visit the "secret lair," his feelings don't change much about the sound effects, but he grows even more fond of the name "Death-Shadow."

Dogmeat - Is now Pooch Quantum. He does not really care what she calls him or if they're introduced as their actual names or superhero names as long as he gets lots of pets and attention. He barks along when she is shouting crazy sound effects, and he just finds the entire thing to be extremely fun since it brings such a smile to her face.

Strong - Is still Strong. He does not want anything to do with superhero stuff, and he is terribly confused when she starts calling him something different from his actual name and introduces him as something else besides Strong. Besides, Strong does sort of sound like a superhero name. He grows quite irritated when she introduces herself as Lady Quantum, and he does not like when she starts doing comic book sound effects. When she shows him the "secret lair," it honestly does not matter to him any more than it did before she showed him.

Maxson - Is referred to as Captain Beard-Man. He absolutely despises the name, especially since F!Sole has dubbed herself as Lady Quantum. He honestly wishes that he had something that cool instead of something that sounds as dumb as Captain Beard-Man. He hates it when she introduces them both as their superhero names, and he thinks the entire thing is absolutely preposterous. Especially when she is making comic book sounds like "Wham!" and whatnot. However, it soon all makes sense when the both of them visit her "secret lair." He is suddenly much more tolerant of the entire superhero thing, although he does privately think that she needs to visit with Knight-Captain Cade for psychiatric consultancy.

Sturges - Has now become the Mechanist. He thinks that it fits pretty well given the fact that he's tinkering so much. However, when she introduces him by that name and herself by Lady Quantum, he's not too sure how he feels, but he mostly shrugs it off and makes a mental note to tell the person their real names later. Her shouting comic book sound effects does not really bother him either. He thinks it's a little strange, but once again, he just shrugs it off. When she shows him the "secret lair," however, he starts to care a lot more and he understands that she's trying to involve him in a very special thing. Therefore, he puts a little more effort into remembering things about superheroes, and he sometimes talks to her about them. In other words, he remembers something wrong and it gives her an opportunity to explain it all in that adorably gushing manner.

Glory - When she is called the Silver Streak, she does not really like the connotation. However, when F!Sole explains that she has white-silvery hair and she is like a streak because she fights through her enemies with the greatest of ease, Glory suddenly decides that she likes the name much more than she did. She actually does not mind being introduced as her superhero name and she likes to feel like they're a superhuman team as F!Sole shouts crazy stuff like "Pow!" and "Kablooey!" When she is taken to F!Sole's secret lair, however, she realizes the truth behind the ordeal, and she feels bad for the woman as she truly understands her reasons. Glory then takes it upon herself to comment about how she likes these superhero names and thinks superheroes are pretty cool.

#fallout companions react #fallout companion reacts #fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout #fallout 4 companions react #fallout 4 companion reacts #fallout companions #fallout 4 companions #glory #elder maxson #arthur maxson #maxson #sturges #piper wright #curie #cait #danse #paladin danse #strong #dogmeat #x6-88 #nick valentine #codsworth #john hancock #hancock #preston garvey #deacon #maccready #robert maccready

[tiny-stack-of-knights]

I HAVE TOO MANY THOUGHTS

Queen of Peace works for Morpho, Make Up Your Mind works for Gala (imo of course XD idk what your opinion will be)

OKAY HI. I JUST LISTENED TO BOTH OF THESE SONGS AND WITHIN THE FIRST FEW SECONDS I KNEW I HAD TO PUT THEM ON MY GALACTIC CRISIS PLAYLIST HOLY SHIT

Now. If you don’t mind I’m gonna write down some notes and stuff that really stuck out to me about each one of them because man is there some fun fucking imagery with these songs!!

Queen Of Peace:

• I absolutely adore how each of the characters fits so nicely into either the king, his son, or the queen. And the idea of these characters being royalty like that is. REALLY FUCKIN NEAT.

• I think the line that kills me the most is “my love is no good against the fortress that it made of you” BECAUSE. HOLY FUCK THAT FITS SO WELL FOR MORPHO AFTER GALACTA’S CORRUPTION AND MAN IT HURTS SO MUCH. the repeated “it’s driving me away” also fucking stings so hard because the way I put this in my playlist timeline, it’s right before Morpho leaves him so. Yeah 🥺

• Also the lines “the damage is already done” as well as “on the run” are kind of a running theme I have with some of the songs in that playlist so!! This song just works so well!!!! Thank you for suggesting this (and the other too, which I’m about to because dAMN IT GOES HARD TOO)

• Also also the title just. The queen of peace. I think that’s cool as fuck!!! And a really great way to describe morpho in this situation

I kinda wanna draw something relating to this song particularly about Morpho’s role as the peacekeeper because I don’t think she gets enough credit for that 👀

Make Up Your Mind

• HI THE FIRST LYRIC ALONE I CAN SEE WHY YOU THOUGHT OF GALACTA FOR THIS

• I absolutely love how desperate this song sounds. The way I have these two songs, I see the first one as being a confession from Morpho about how she feels hopeless in this situation and then this song is Galacta’s response…so it could almost be read as an argument between them where at the end Morpho leaves. AND I REALLY FUCKIN LOVE IT

• it’s really sad because in the argument scenario, Galacta is ignoring what Morpho is trying to tell him and just explodes at her, and a lot of what he’s saying is the corruption making him believe he’s the hero in this situation and that Morpho’s being the unreasonable one here (which is completely fucking wrong)

• the one that hurts the hardest is “make up your mine or I’ll make it up for you” because like. Before his corruption Galacta would never be so fucking shitty to Morpho. He’s like. Threatening her and I hate it but it makes sense for him and. I mean it makes Morpho finally leaving make a lot more sense… :(

• That being said. There are still a lot of fun imagery things in this outside of the argument interpretation I have.

• I particularly love the line “the power is on, the Guillotinen hums” because the way I see it, this is Galacta being aware of the fact that he’s a wanted man by all sides of the war and anything they do is risky and could result in his or his family’s execution.

• and. Of course. The first one alone is really sad because that’s basically his whole arc right now :(

ANYWAY I THINK THOSE ARE MOST OF MY MAJOR THOUGHTS THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THESE SONGS IM OBSESSED

I’m sorry this took so long to answer..life’s been tough and real stressful but getting back into this was really fun! Thank you for your asks (:

#galactic crisis au #ask #IM SURE THERES A LOT IM MISSING BUT YEAH #I ADORE THESE SONGS AND HOW THEY CAN WORK TOGETHER #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS

[morbidkisses]

I’m not sure how your requests work or what you would need, but could I get a yandere Hoseok story please?

You Belong With Me. (y! hoseok drabble)

warning: yandere themes, obsessive themes, yandere behavior, manipulation, abusive relationships, hobi gets kind of aggressive later on in the story, misogyny, choking, hair pulling, reader is chained up to the wall, death, minor character deaths.

summary: you get into an argument with hoseok because he refuses to let you go outside and catch up with your friends over a few drinks.

I do not condone this type of behavior so please don't romanticize this type of sick behavior, and if you're part in an abusive relationship please seek help!

once again this is FICTION, and yandere is counted as horror/mystery type of shit so stay safe bubbies! oh and this might be triggering so please read at your own risk, and if you don't like stuff like this then SCROLL. I talk too much-

"What? so you love them more than me??"

you rolled your eyes and sighed in exasperation. your boyfriend was being irrational at this point, and it was driving you crazy. You met hoseok a few weeks ago, and you were charmed by his radiant smile, his sweet words, he was the perfect gentleman with good looks and a fat bank account, you couldn't say no when he asked you out on a date, how could you? he was literally so perfect, but you were too blind to see the dark imperfections hidden behind his bright smile.

"For the hundredth time, hobi, they're my friends and I just want to catch up with them! You're being illogical-"

"How am I the one being illogical when you're the one who is choosing your so-called friends over me???" He threw his hands in the air to emphasize his point, his eyes were so wide you thought they would pop out.

"Just because I want to see them and talk to them doesn't mean I love them more than you, for God's sake!!! stop being so childish." you yelled out as you tugged at your hair strands in frustration. Why was he making such a big deal out of this? it wasn't like you were going out to cheat on him with someone else, you just wanted to go out and catch up with your friends at the local bar.

"You're not going, and that's the end of this stupid discussion, love. Now, get your ass back in the bedroom and change into something proper, you look like a slut in that dress."

Okay. that was it. You grabbed the first thing your hands could find, which was a tissue box and threw it at him as hard as you possibly could in rage. How dare he call you that, your dress was completely fine. You were clad in a simple black dress that dropped right above your knees and the only thing that could be considered inappropriate by society was the little cleavage that was showing, but even if you were to go out in the tightest dress he still had no rights to call you that. You had to leave him. And leave him you did.

"You're such a bitch, I tried to make this shit work but honestly I'm fed up with your immature ass. Im leaving." you picked up your purse which had your car keys and phone in it, before walking towards the entrance door and opening it.

"don't bother calling me again." you mumbled before slamming the door shut behind you.

Hoseok was in a state of shock, his soul had left his body, he couldn't process what just happened. It felt like someone had just poured a bucket of ice cold water on him.

"n-no... y/n, sweetie, come back..." his voice cracked as he fell to his knees in devastation. He knew you could no longer hear him, but he hoped you would come back through those doors and hug him. How could you be so cruel? You were the reason he was breathing? He felt like all the light was pulled out of him, his mind going numb as he stared down at his hands.

Soft cries left his lips as his stature stuttered while he sobbed silently, but not before long, he broke into an unhinged laughter as he sat down on the ground and leaned back against the couch, his eyes stuck to the door you had so rudely slammed into his face. All traces of sadness had disappeared from his face, a devilish smirk replacing the heartbreaking frown.

You were going to regret this big time.

He grabbed his phone and quickly dialed a number.

"Tae, my birdie just left me, can you do me a favor and bring her back to me?"

The person on the other line scoffed audibly

"Do I even have a choice?" 'Tae' groaned.

"Not really. Be careful not to hurt her, and bring her two little friends with her as well, I don't care if you hurt them just keep those two alive, my birdie needs to learn a lesson."

A sigh could be heard from the other line before 'tae' mumbled an okay.

"I'll text you the location."

Everything was a blur, one moment you were laughing and having fun with your friends and the very next second you fell unconscious. Unknown to you, someone might have put a few ingredients in your drinks.

You woke up with a throbbing ache in your head, your mind was fogged up and you couldn't think. A groan left your lips as you brought your hands up to rub your temples. You sat up on what seemed to be a bed, your mind started clearing up, but you were still confused, where were you? what happened? You fully opened your eyes and panic started filling your mind as you realized you were in Hoseok's room. You started hyperventilating and quickly got out of bed, but you felt something heavy around your ankle.

was he fucking serious???

He had cuffed your ankles, you were literally chained to the wall. the chain was long enough for you to roam around the room and the bathroom.

You were hysteric, trying your hardest to pull out the thick chains from the wall, but your efforts were futile. Silent sobs began pouring from your lips as you panicked. After giving up you slumped against the wall and hugged your knees as you cried to yourself.

"Oh you're up!" Hoseok beamed as he entered the room.

Furious yet terrified, you stood up and charged at him full speed before grabbing him by the collar of his white shirt and yanking him closer to your face.

"Listen here, you crazy psychopath, if you don't let me out of here right now I'll-"

"oh please, what are you gonna do?" he grinned sinisterly as he gingerly ran his fingers through your hair, you were such a cute little thing, bluffing around. You couldn't do shit to him at the moment, and both of you were aware of that fact. His gentle strokes didn't last long as he yanked your hair back.

"You must learn your lesson, my love, I didn't want to do this but you misbehaved."

His other hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off the blood flow to the brain. Your face started becoming red as you tugged at his hand.

"p-plea... se... s-sto..."

He scoffed at your expression as he tilted his head. "know your place."

He tightened his grip one last time before letting you fall to the ground on your knees, before you broke into a coughing fit.

"That's where you belong" his tone was enough to make you shudder. "you belong with me... completely at my mercy."

You didn't have it in you to fight more so you just weakly glared up at him, your legs felt numb, rendering you motionless on your knees.

"I hate you..."

"aw, but I've barely started your punishment, love! It's still too early to hate me!"

although your words stung him a bit, he didn't show it. He just feigned an innocent smile before he grabbed his phone and unlocked it.

Bewildered by his actions, you frowned. What was he up to? what did he mean when he said it's still too early to hate him?

"Ah Tae! Hello!" He sounded awfully cheerful and enthusiastic. How could he shift his mood like that. It seemed as if he was face timing someone on his phone.

Hoseok looked down at you and he almost cooed at your adorably confused expression.

a sigh was heard from the other line. "You owe me big time, hoseok."

"yeah yeah, I'll send you the money later. Can you show me our friends for a bit?"

no.. he couldn't mean...

He crouched down next to you and showed you the screen of his phone. Your eyes widened in horror as you quickly began shaking your head.

"Hobi, please no no, please! Leave them out of this please!" you almost choked on your tears as you begged him to let your friends go.

"it's a bit too late for that, baby." he pressed a kiss to your temple which made your skin crawl in disgust.

"YOU BASTARD, LET THEM GO." you screamed at the screen as you watched your best friends tied up and severely bruised.

"I don't get paid enough for this shit..." 'Tae' muttered. You couldn't see his face on the screen, probably because he was using the back camera to show your friends.

"the fuck am I supposed to do now?" the person behind the camera asked.

"oh just finish them off."

Hoseok sat down on the ground and back hugged your body, his head resting on your shoulder as he made sure your eyes didn't leave the screen.

"no please don't! I'm begging you please stop!" you cried out as the camera got closer to your friends. Your friends' cries were left unheard as two bullets were shot right into their skulls.

You let out a blood curling scream as you thrashed around, but hoseok was stronger than you, so he held you down with ease. How could he do that?

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you both, you motherfuckers!" you screamed at them both as tears streamed down your cheeks.

"thank you, tae, I owe you! bye bye!" he ended the call.

"You see love, we could've avoided all of this... if you had just been obedient. This is all your fault, I hope you know that." he sighed as he looked down at your crying form.

He was sick, how could he say that, did he feel no remorse?

"you can't leave me... you belong to me."

a/n: that was kind of shitty- but I tried- sorry for the late updates! I hope you like it :]]

this is unedited by the way :]

oh and I used a yandere starter prompt by @yandere-daydreams ! :]

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[horansqueen]

New Angel - Chapter 16

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NIALL

I blinked a few times as I stared at my best friend who was simply raising her eyebrows at me with a begging face. It was the third day of us spending time together and if I wanted to be honest, I was not completely over the fact that we had seen Grace the day before. I couldn't take it out of my mind of all evening and Millie and I didn't have a long night. We just ate, watched a movie, and I went to bed. I knew my friend was totally aware of what was happening and I suspected that she didn't mention it because she also needed some time alone.

Last night, right after we ate, Louis had came back. He was alone, fortunately, but he barely talked to us. He just grabbed a bag of chips and locked himself in his room, resulting in Millie and I both a bit confused, angry and sad after seeing the person we still had feelings for on the same day.

That's why today, I wanted to do something else and stop thinking about Grace for a while, but Millie's suggestion was not something I would have thought about, ever.

"Mill, I can't dance."

"Oh yea, I'm not really good either. That's why they call it a dance class."

I rolled my eyes and sighed but she took a step closer, intertwining her fingers together in an attempt to beg me.

"Please please please!" she continued, moving her chin up as she sent me puppy eyes. "I have a wedding to attend in a few weeks and I'm gonna have to dance!"

"Like the way you dance in sweatpants in the living room?" I joked, my lips curling into a smirk.

"Exactly! What if a pretty boy asks me to dance and I keep stepping on his feet?" she argued, getting closer again and tilting her head before grabbing my arms. "Please, Niall! Maybe I'll dance with the love of my life! Do it for the pretty boy!"

Her arguments made me chuckle and I rolled my eyes. "Fine, fine! But I don't do it for the pretty boy, I do it for my best friend!"

"How lucky are they!" she replied, smiling more.

"It's you, silly!"

Her eyes roamed on my face for a few seconds and I held my breath when she threw herself in my arms. Her arms wrapped around my neck, choking me slightly as she jumped a bit, bringing me up and down with her.

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you!"

"Yea yea," I replied, trying to hug her back without much success. "Now please I can't breathe!"

I cleared my throat when she pulled away and frowned for half a second at the odor reaching my nose. It smelled like candies, a mix of sugar and fruits, and I just smiled when I remembered how much Millie loved candies. She had probably eaten a few not so long ago and the smell had stayed. I didn't know why but I liked it. It was a good change from the very expensive perfume Grace was wearing.

"What do I have to wear?"

"Clothes, preferably." she let out with sarcasm, a smile on her lips.

"You're missing out, I look amazing naked."

She chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Yea, I'll never know." she pointed out, making my lips curl more. "Just bring comfortable shoes, I guess."

I expected the evening to be long and boring, but dancing with Millie was actually quite entertaining, like everything we did together. I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to make her twirl, and surprisingly, the movement was graceful and in perfect rhythm. She ended up facing me with a large grin as I stopped her with my hand on her waist. She laughed, shocked by what we had just accomplished, but I sort of thought it was only luck. In fact, I highly doubted we could do it again,

"That was great! You're so good at this!" she let out.

Her hand was on my shoulder and her thumb brushed lightly against the skin of my neck, making me shiver.

"Thanks, but I don't think we'll be able to do it again." I admitted with a chuckle, shaking my head.

"Don't be a party popper okay?" she argued, raising her eyebrows and tilting her chin down. "You need to stay positive!"

Once again, I rolled my eyes as the music started again. We tried dancing one more time but I had a hard time remembering where to put my feet and after a while, we just started laughing together. In the spur of the moment, I moved farther, holding her hand, before pulling her back to me and making her twirl again. When she stopped moving, facing me, my hand squeezed her waist slightly and she chuckled, her eyes getting bigger, once again amazed by how perfect that movement was.

"See? We did it again!"

"Okay, you were right, we're really good at this!"

"It's a gift!"

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As soon as we stepped foot out of the building, I reached for Millie's hand and made her twirl again. The smile she was now permanently wearing grew even bigger as mine did the same. She giggled and squeezed my fingers before letting go of my hand and we walked to my car in silence.

I waited until she put her seatbelt on to start the car and as I drove, I could feel her gaze on me.

"Thanks for coming with me, Niall." she let out gently, leaning her head on the bench.

"No problem, T'was fun!"

I was surprised of it myself but this evening had been pleasant and my stomach actually hurt from laughing so much. I glanced at my best friend as I turned on our street and realized that it was always fun with Millie. We got along great and we made each other discover things that we definitely wouldn't have by ourselves. I liked that. I liked knowing Millie was helping me becoming a better version of myself, and I hoped I was helping her do the same thing.

"You promised you'd cook for me." she pointed out as I unlocked the door.

I chuckled, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge. "A promise is a promise!" I let out loud enough for her to hear as she joined me. "What would you like to eat?"

"Spaghetti. I'm in that mood."

I got back up and turned to her, raising my eyebrows and sending her an amused smile. "Are you serious?"

"Very."

"I'm ready to cook for you and you literally ask me the easiest meal ever thought of?" I argued before shaking my head and chuckling low. "Alright!"

Millie sat on the counter while I cut a few vegetables for my sauce before boiling water. I handed a mushroom to my friend who grabbed it and quickly ate it, making me smile again.

"Are you gonna help me at all?"

"No."

"You're such a lazy ass!" I laughed, making her shrug.

"I was always the one cooking with Louis when you weren't there. I hate cooking."

I looked up at her and my lips curled on the right sadly. It was the first time on that day that one of us talked about a love relationship and it made me feel a bit down. We were doing so well without them, yet we couldn't help ourselves from mentioning them. It made sense, after all. We used to spend so much time with them that we could link many memories, activities, discussions and thoughts to them.

"You should add that to your list."

Millie scoffed but still sent me a small smile. "What? That I can't cook?"

"No, that he wouldn't do it."

Millie stole an other mushroom from the plate and I slapped her fingers quickly, making her frown as she let out a quick 'ow!'

"You need to find yourself a boyfriend or a girlfriend that can actually cook."

We remained in silence for a few minutes and my gaze kept moving from my sauce to my best friend. I could see emotions appear and leave on her face and somehow, I wished I could read her mind.

"Actually, Louis didn't do much of the things I enjoyed." she admitted, making me frown a bit. "I asked but most of the time he said no, or he canceled, or he didn't show up. That's why it means so much that you came with me today, Niall. No one else would have done that for me."

I felt my heart break a bit in my chest and turned to her, placing my hands on each sides of her thighs before tilting my chin up to look in her eyes. She seemed sincere, sad, and slightly embarrassed, and I moved closer until my stomach pressed against her knees.

"Louis is like a brother to me, but he was an ass with you. He never treated you like a real girlfriend and it's a fucking shame. Mill, you deserve so much better, do you realize that?"

Her eyes traveled gently on my face, her traits softened and she moved a lock of her behind her ear. I was staring at her, making sure she knew how serious I was, and she finally nodded very slowly.

"Now." I let out louder, pushing myself away with my hands before turning back to my sauce. "You taste this and tell me if it's good."

I grabbed a spoon quickly and gathered some sauce in it before bringing it up to her, my hand right under it in case it would drip. I stared at her as she tasted it slowly, licking her lips and tilting her head on the left.

"So? Verdict?" I insisted, raising my eyebrows up.

"Perfect."

"I would have been insulted if you hadn't used that word." I admitted with a smile. "This is the easiest thing to cook.”

Millie laughed and got down from the counter to help me prepare the plates and we finally sat together at the table. I ate slowly, watching her do the same, and when she leaned against her chair, I grabbed my beer and took a sip.

"Okay, it's time." Millie let out with a sigh, taking a paper out of her pocket and unfolding it.

I found it a bit funny that we both kept our lists in our pockets. I thought it would end up obsessing me or that I'd always feel it burn against my thigh but most of the time, I forgot about it to enjoy my day and I was pretty sure it was the same for my best friend.

I moved closer, leaning slightly on the table to see what she was writing.

'He can't cook'

'He never did things that would have made me happy'

I breathed in and reached out for the sheet, sliding it slowly to me. Millie looked up and frowned but I just had to do it. I didn't know much about the relationship Millie and Louis had together. I knew they were close, I knew sometimes they were very cute with each other, and that other times they barely acted like friends, but I didn't know how hurt Millie had been through this whole relationship and somehow, I felt like she didn't know either. I felt like she was just realizing that she was better off without him.

I took the pen from her hand and quickly scribbled something.

'You deserve better. You deserve the best.'

I added my name right next to it to say it came from me and when she read what I had written, she smiled fondly and tilted her head. I could read in her eyes how grateful she was and I mirrored the same loving smile to her for a few seconds before taking my own list out of my pocket.

"Okay, my turn."

I stared at the name of my ex girlfriend written on top and sighed low, closing my eyes for a few seconds. The more I thought about it, the more I found it ridiculous to go back and date someone who's only good point was that I actually loved her. Love was not everything and despite what everyone thinks, it doesn't heal everything, especially if the person you love is the person who also broke you.

What actually took me out of my thoughts was the sound of my phone. I jumped slightly, a bit too deeply lost in my thoughts, and searched my pocket quickly. I held my breath and felt my lips part when I saw the name written on the screen. Summer. Suddenly, I felt extremely guilty. Once again, I had sort of forgotten about her. I only had written one bad thing on the list about her and had been too focused on the way I felt for Grace and spending time with Millie to even take the time to message Summer. I could always pretend I just didn't want to bother her but I couldn't lie to myself.

'I miss you, I can't wait to see you'

The words made me swallow and the cute little emoji with hearts around its head made my heart skip a beat. Unfortunately, it was out of guilt, and not out of excitement.

"Who is it?"

"Summer." I replied low.

"Oh."

Millie had only whispered her word and it made me believe that she had realized too that we had barely talked about Summer in the past few days. I held my thumbs over the letters, not really sure what I should type back. I didn't want to lie, and I didn't want to say the truth either. It made me remember that I hadn't even touched myself at all since the last time I had sex with Summer and it surprised me.

"D'you miss her?"

I looked up at Millie who was raising her eyebrows at me, waiting for an answer. If I could be honest with someone, it was definitely her, and I shrugged a shoulder.

"I mean, not really." I confessed, making my best friend's lips part too. "I'm not to the stage that I actually have feelings for her, and sex with her is good but not... flabbergasting, you know? Plus, we've been super busy doing a bunch of things, I didn't really have time to miss her."

"But you had time to miss Grace."

I sighed and looked down before nodding. "I guess."

"You know, Niall, you don't have to justify yourself with me. You feel what you feel, and that's it. It's not like you can control your feelings. You can only control the way you react because of those feelings. That's what shows who you are as a person."

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, trying to keep my tears in. It was the third day and I only had about four more to decide who I wanted to be with. Of course, I could always take more time, but how unfair to both girls would that be? I couldn't just keep them around for weeks until I make a decision. The problem was, I had no idea who I wanted to be with. I had no idea what to do.

"Tell me, Mill, which one should I pick?" I asked in a murmur.

I felt Millie's hand on mine and my eyes fluttered open to stare at her fingers squeezing mine.

"I can't choose for you Niall, you know that." she explained softly. "Just don't force yourself to do anything. It's your life. Your feelings. In the end, you need to take this decision for you."

I looked up in her eyes and held her hand tighter. She was right, I knew it, but I felt like I would never be completely happy, no matter which choice I'd make.

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[beyscape]

Secrets - 2

Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: You hid your pregnancy form your ex-boyfriend, Ransom, and managed to keep your secret hidden for six years. What you didn’t know was, how secrets have a way of revealing themselves.

Word Count: 3564

Warnings: just some swearing

A/N: I really just used this chapter as an excuse to rewatch Knives Out huh

Part 1   Part 2    Part 3

Your “little” secret, the one you had tried your very best to keep hidden, was out. There was no running away now, no amount of lying would save you out of the confrontation that was headed your way. And believe me, you had tried to come up with something, fabricate a lie that would give you enough time to pack up and leave with your little girl. You cursed yourself for believing the bullshit of hiding in plain sight. The only lie you had come up with was maybe tell Ransom you cheated on him, but there was no way he would believe that after you nearly had a full breakdown upon running into him. That, and of course the little matter of Mary looking near identical to Ransom.

  You paced back and forth all around the living room, careful as to not step on any of the toys scattered around. Or the damn Legos. Your eyes drifted towards the clock on the wall, obsessively checking the time every few minutes. Knowing the whole ordeal wouldn’t be okay for a little child to witness, you had remembered to text Ransom to meet some time after ten, when Mary was safely tucked away in her bed. You just prayed he would be able to keep his voice down enough for her to stay that way, but you were that most likely wouldn’t be the case with Ransom. After all, he had a flair for the dramatic. The sound of a car door snapped you out of trance, you ran to open the door before he had a chance to ring the bell.

  Throwing open the door with your heart just about beating in your throat, you saw him. He looked the same more or less, aside from the slight creases you spotted forming on his forehead. He still was the man you once had loved despite everything and everyone. Loved, as in past tense. Because you totally were over him and had been for a while now. You had more important things to consider, a daughter to think of. You were a fool for falling in love with Ransom Drysdale, but those days were gone. You gestured for him to come in, unable to meet his eyes properly.

  He looked around the living room, it was small by his standards of being raised in fortune. His gaze drifting from the toys all around to the pictures on the walls, there were plenty of Mary’s baby photos that Ransom remained focused for a full minute. You exhaled slowly, the bundle of nerves knotting in the pit of your stomach. He finally looked at you. You raised a hand.

“Before we begin this… discussion, Mary’s sleeping upstairs so I’m asking you to keep your voice down.” You sat on the loveseat, motioning for him to take the armchair across you. Ransom’s eyes flicked towards the stairs for a split second. He sat down, not even bothering to take off his coat.

  “I can’t believe you.” The words came out of his mouth slowly, accusingly. Maybe you deserved it.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “You can’t just say you’re sorry. How could you hide this from me? I get why you hate me and I don’t care but how could you keep my daughter away from me, all these years? What if I hadn’t decided to stop at a random grocery store, then what? Were you ever planning to tell me?” Ransom spitted out, a kind of fire that you never saw before flicked in his eyes. You were too familiar with angry Ransom, but not this one. Not like this.

  “Ransom, I don’t hate you but you have to understand, you’re not exactly cut out to be a father. And we didn’t exactly part on good terms. I wasn’t about to put my child through that.” You felt bad, for not allowing Mary to meet her dad, for not allowing Ransom to bond with his daughter, but at the end f the day you had made a decision. You had made your bed, now might as well lie in it.

  A dark chuckle escaped his lips. “You don’t know that.” You noted the slight falter of his voice. “Just because my parents fucked me up doesn’t mean that I would be a bad father. Hell, Y/N, you never even gave me the option.” He shook his head, his disheveled hair swaying along.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that.”

You opened your mouth to apologize again almost instinctively, but stopped. Straining your ears, you recognized the familiar pitter patter of a pair of small feet coming down the stairs. Mary stood on the last step of the stairs; her bunny clutched between her arms. She looked between you and Ransom through her long lashes, yet another thing she inherited from her dad. Ransom shot to his feet.

“Hey honey, what’s wrong? Let’s get you tucked back in.” You rose form where you sat and headed towards the little figure after sending Ransom a warning look. It would have to wait.

 You picked up Mary with no protest on her part, the mop of tangled blonde hair resting against your shoulder as you carried her upstairs. You saw Ransom follow you quietly from the corner of your eye, his thin coat now left discarded on the couch. Entering the small room that matched the state of the living room with the toy situation, you turned on the nightlamp, casting soft purple hues on your faces. Mary was already practically asleep as you gently placed her down, pulling the covers over her small frame. You placed a small kiss on her forehead.

 Ransom watched this whole scene unfold in front of him from the doorway as he leaned on it, eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. There was this weird sensation, this warmth in his chest that sent every part of his mind into a confused and slightly panicked state. He had never in a million years thought he would have a child, let alone feel whatever he was feeling towards that child. In a way, he knew you were right. He wasn’t made for being a father, and he originally had no desire of ever staring a family when the one he grew up in was such a hot mess. But now, this child had appeared out of pure luck in his life and he felt a tug towards her. To give her what he never got from his parents.

 If someone had told Ransom the feelings he would have as he watched the woman he loved tuck in their daughter, he would have told them to fuck off. That it wasn’t funny. Indeed, it wasn’t, Ransom couldn’t even make fun of this dumbfounded state he was in.

After you were sure Mary was completely asleep, you got up as slowly as you could to not disturb her. Ransom followed you back to the living room. You took your previous positions, the tense air almost giving you a headache.

 “I’m in.” He spoke after a while, breaking the silence with soft words. His blue eyes rose to yours.

 You shook your head. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

 “I-”

  “No, listen to me,” you cut off, “this isn’t something you just get to decide on a whim. This is an actual human child, who has feelings and all, not some toy that piques your interest. Once you are in you’re in for life. No take backs.” You whisper-shouted, not trusting that Ransom was aware of all the responsibility parenthood brings.

 “You listen to me.” He pointed a finger at you. “It was you who broke up with me, and it was you who couldn’t even be bothered with a call to let me know you were pregnant with our child, Y/N. I fucking know that there are no take backs. But you should have given me the choice of whether I wanted to be a father or not.” He sighed, rubbing his temples. “I would have been in from the very start.”

 You leaned back, his words hitting you like a ton of bricks. “Didn’t seem like you cared much about me,  you were seen with that model barely two weeks after we broke up.” You shot back weakly, the hurt feelings of that time washing over you.

 He clicked his tongue, annoyed. “Believe it or not, nothing happened with her. It was just a show. I have a reputation, dear Y/N.” A cruel smirk appeared on his face for a quick second before disappearing. “In fact, nothing happened with anyone since you dumped me. Sure, sex here and there but,” he shrugged, “I cared.” Ransom tried his best to act nonchalant, to keep up his image, but couldn’t help the words that slipped out. He was surprised at himself, how easily he was talking about his feelings, but a distant part of him still remembered how simple it was for him to talk to you.

Doubt still lingered in your eyes, finding it hard to believe his words. Ransom always had a way with words. This was the man who never even could bring himself to utter the words ‘I love you’ and yet here he was, talking about how he cared and all. You shook your head.

“Now I know you had my number, you could have called if you cared.”

“Seriously, Y/N?” I’m sorry for honoring your wish of,” he mused, tapping his chin in mock thought, “what was it? Ah yes, never wanting to see my jerk face again.” His lips smiled but his eyes remained cold as ice.

 “Ransom.” You pleaded, the heartbreak from over six years ago felt as if it was just yesterday, you felt your chest tighten. He watched your face intently.

“You wanna know I never called? Or tried to get back together?” He got up, pacing along the room. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m not stupid. I always knew you deserved much better than me. It didn’t matter how I felt or whether I missed you or not, I knew you would be better off.” He stopped in front of the biggest picture on the wall. It was a picture taken on Mary’s first birthday, showed her trying to blow off the candles while you held her on your lap, smiles on everyone in the picture. His jaw tightened.

He tilted his head. “Now you know.” He muttered, quiet. Almost… sad.

“Can you, from the bottom of your heart, promise me? That you’ll be here.” The lump formed in your throat made it hard to get the words out, you couldn’t believe this was happening. In the hours you spent pacing and imagining how the conversation would go, this turn of events was the last thing you thought was possible. You thought you knew Ransom, you probably knew him the best, but you couldn’t recognize the man standing just a few feet in front of you, his eyes still fixed on the frame.

“I know I was a dick and hell, I still am. But,” he finally looked at you, “I promise. I promise to be here and do my damn best for Mary… and for you.” His voice trembled ever so slightly, never could you remember seeing Ransom like this. Not once in those two years you knew him. You stood up; shoulders slumped and tears prickling your eyes, threating to spill at any moment. You stopped barely a step before him.

Neither of you dared to move as you stared into each other’s eyes, a silent conversation taking place and making up for the lost years. You never realized how much you had missed him. You reached up to stroke his face, your fingers aching to touch him, to feel him. Your fingertips glided over his clean-shaven jaw; Ransom closed his eyes at your touch. You gulped, dropping your hand to rest on his chest, not daring to do more. His hand came to rest above yours, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand.

“I’m here, Y/N. I swear.” His words heavy on his whispering lips, he gently tilted your face to meet your eyes. He chuckled softly upon seeing the tears welling up in your eyes. “Why the tears?”

“Shut up.” You sniffled. “I… I wanted to tell you Ransom. But I wasn’t sure if— if you’d want this. Or if you would end up hating me more. And honestly, I wasn’t sure if I could handle that.”

“I understand.”

“And with your family too, even the thought of dealing with them just gives me a headache. Though I guess it’s unavoidable now.”

He groaned, a deep sound of annoyance from the back of his throat. “Those people can eat shit, they’re not coming remotely close to Mary.”

“Your mom wouldn’t be happy if you didn’t tell her. Or Harlan.” You mused; he knew you were right. He still hated the thought.

“Let’s not think about them right now.” You were suddenly too aware of the closeness, of the placement of his hands, the familiar touch sending tingles down your spine.

“Yeah? What should we think of then?”

He just gave you a look before leaning in and kissing you. Maybe thousands of times he had kissed you before, you would think you would be used to it by now, yet it felt so new, so unfamiliar due to the time apart. Your heart leapt out of your chest, beating wildly, your whole body cursing you for not reaching out sooner. The feelings you had done your best to tame snapped out of their cages at that moment, never to be trapped again. You deepened the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I missed you, angel.” He pulled back; his words barely audible.

“We have a lot to talk about, Ransom.” You met his gaze, reluctant. You lead him by the hand towards the loveseat. You both sat, holding each other close, not ready to let go yet.

“First, there is the matter of introducing you to Mary. Properly, I mean.” You sighed.

“Has she ever asked about me?”

You bit your lip at the memory. “Once. A couple of months ago, we were watching some Disney movie when she asked me why she didn’t have dad. I just told her you were away. She never asked again.” You remembered the shake of your hands when Mary asked you that question, looking at you with wide blue eyes. You remembered the whirl of your mind as you quickly tried to figure out what to say. You remembered sobbing quietly into your pillow when Mary was finally asleep that night.

You looked at Ransom. “It was so, so hard.”

“If you had only told me.”

“I know.” Your eyes fell on one of the dolls laying on the floor. “Should we talk to a therapist?”

Ransom scoffed. You rolled your eyes at him. “I’m just wondering out loud. No need for the attitude.”

“I should just meet her. I don’t know, play with her. I wanna get to know her, Y/N.”

“She’s a great kid. She’s… a lot like you, and not just the looks. Wicked smart, and has the sweetest heart. Her current favorite animal is bunnies, she is very excited to start school next semester and she will talk about that for hours.” You laughed. “She hates carrots, and is allergic to strawberries. You can pretty much bribe her to do anything with chocolate chip cookies. You’ll love her.”

“I already love her. She’s my kid.” A genuine grin spread on his handsome face.

You talked for hours on that couch, with mostly you doing the talking. Ransom wanted to know everything he could, from her first words to her entire list of likes and disliked. Your heart swelled at his interest and the way he kept asking you questions.

It was a little after the clock struck one and a million yawns from you, Ransom got up.

“You should sleep.” He grabbed his coat.

“Would you… like to stay over?” You pressed your lips together.

Ransom smirked. “Day one and you’re already trying to get me into your bed? Wow, Y/N.”

“Not like that,” you huffed, “we don’t have a guestroom but the couch’s pretty comfortable.”

He flashed you a smile. “Where are the sheets?”

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 After a night filled with tossing and turning brought by the fact that Ransom freaking Drysdale was sleeping on your couch downstairs, you opened your eyes to the sun filtering through your window. It wasn’t the sun, however, that woke you from your dreamless sleep, it was the smell. You followed it down and into the kitchen, confused, and came to a halt at the scene in front of you.

 The cabinets were open, and the sweet smell was stronger, but the strangest thing bay far was how Ransom was standing in front of the stove.

“Are you cooking?” You rubbed your eyes, making sure you weren’t still asleep.

“Pancakes,” he showed you the box, “you said it’s Mary’s favourite breakfast.” Ransom flashed you a smile. “Cute PJs.”

“How come I never once saw you cook before? Fatherhood really changes a man.” He chuckled as he flipped the pancake. You could get used to this. Ransom turned to you to say something before his attention turned to a spot behind you, eyes slightly wide. You turned to look, and saw Mary to no surprise.

The little girl focused on Ransom, striding towards him with determination.

“Are you my dad?” She looked up to him, her words sending Ransom into a coughing fit.

“What? Mary, honey, what makes you say that?” You gulped, rushing to her side before kneeling down.

“He looks like me.” She shrugged at you and turned back to Ransom. “Are you?” her eyebrows raised; she crossed her arms. Ransom kneeled as well; every move uncertain. Nervous. He looked at you. You gave him a slight nod, might as well tell her.

“Yes.” He nodded. Mary squinted her eyes at him, before nodding back. Her serious face broke into a smile before she leapt forward, her small arms tightening around Ransom’s neck. He swayed back at the surprising force, his wide eyes snapping to yours. After a moment of shock, he hesitantly hugged her back, his hands ever so gentle on her back. Pulling yourself up, you moved towards the window, not wanting for either of them to see the tears in your eyes.

Six years, you had secretly let yourself imagine this exact moment. In those rare instances you allowed your mind to wander over the possible scenarios, one question would repeat in your mind. How would Mary react? Would she be distant, angry? Would she cry? Be disappointed? Hate you for not telling her sooner? Would she even want to meet her dad? You would agonize over these unanswered questions time and time, the whole thing feeling too far away sometimes. Yet here it was, right in front of you, all of your questions answered. The smell of burning snapped you out of the moment.

“Shi—shoot.” Ransom pulled back, mad at the pancake for breaking the moment. Mary gasped.

“Pancakes! I’ll go get Mr. Chuckles!” She darted out, leaving a bewildered Ransom behind. He turned to you.

“That went better than I thought.” He shook his head, swallowing, he was slightly ashamed of the tears in his eyes.

“Yeah,” you nodded, your voice quiet, your smile small.

Mary was back in a second, excitedly babbling about how much she loved pancakes and how waffles were a close second. Ransom flashed her a smile, his eyes twinkling with pride. You grabbed plates and set the table, stealing glances at Mary’s happy face and the identical look on Ransom’s. Your family.

“But daddy,” she turned to Ransom, whose heart skipped a beat at the word, “where were you?”

Your mouth fell open. “Honey—”

“I was away.” Ransom cut you. “But I’m here now, princess. And I swear I’m not going anywhere.” She grinned at his gentle but reassuring words, satisfied.

“Okay. Oh! You have to meet my toys!” She rose up, ready to take him up to her room and make sure he memories all the names of her toys.

“How about you finish your breakfast first?” You motioned at the untouched stack of pancakes sitting in front of her.

Rest of the breakfast was filled with Mary talking to Ransom between bites of pancakes, asking him a ton of questions and grinning. Ransom’s gaze never faltered away, he listened to all of her ramblings and answered every question. You watched the two of them, unsure whether to be amazed at Mary’s excitement or this shift in Ransom’s character. Where was the man who drove you up the walls? Where was the cocky, selfish jerk everyone knew him to be? He turned his gaze to you upon feeling you stare, winking you before turning back to your daughter.

All the baggage, all the worry you carried within you melted away, leaving no trace behind. For the first time in six years, you felt yourself completely relax.

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Sorry for any mistakes, I was super excited to post this so I might have missed some stuff. A thrid part might come if you guys are interested 👀

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[borathae]

Hmmmm 😤😡 *loud humming noises of angry anger 👹*

[BEFORE I SAY WHAT I SAY: I'm a naturally jealous person, I can't help it, I've tried to get better and yours fics helped me a bit with getting less jealous (ogc) has helped me a bit but for the bit it's helped me its made me equal (if not more) parts more jealous. Idk why. I know I shouldn't be, I know it's fiction, I know everything that happens is all with consent, but I can't help it]

Ngl, I was kinda dreading this new ogc drabble, cause I read the description a long time ago and it made me so jealous. And my jealousy is the reason I've skimmed through almost all of the ogc jungkook x taehyung x oc drabbles, so I'm aware I've probably missed a lot of scenes of reassurance, where what they are doing is ok and there's full consent from oc, jungkook, and taehyung. But I just skimmed through this chapter, as I always do and all I have to say to Taehyung is DOOCRIDCCUSEVAKVWHLDPHFGPDHLE "I LOVE YOU"!?!?! I was like 80% jealous of Taehyung and Jungkook doing things already, but ADDING FEELINGS TO THE MIX!? I'm fuming. I know what's probably gonna happen is Oc is gonna be like "k we can be poly" BUT IT STILL MAKES ME SO MAD. WHAT I COULD HANDLE WAS OC X JUNGKOOK X TAEHYUNG BUT WHAT I CANNOT HANDLE IS JUNGKOOK X TAEHYUNG. It's not the fact that it's mxm, I don't judge and I don't care that it's mxm, it's the fact that Taehyung is getting in the relationship. I know there's lots of poly fics in this blog, so I know it's unfair of me to be mad because if a kid hated vanilla ice cream, and ordered vanilla ice cream willingly, they have to suck it up because they had other options but I just love the writing in this blog and I love your creative ideas and stories and I am so connected to many characters that I just try and try and try to get myself to accept any poly relationship BUT ALAS I CANNOT. AND LET ME TELL YOU WHEN I READ THAT IN YOUR WORKS IN PROGESS WAS A VAMPIRE JUNGKOOK X VAMPIRE TAEHYUNG (ASSUMING IT WAS IN THE SA UNIVERSE) I JUST GOT SO SO SO MAD LIKE OMG. I'm sorry you had to hear this utterly useless rant about my jealousy, I can't help it. And I know it's unfair to only want all the affection Oc because my greatest fear is that what happens to Oc happens to someone who isn't Oc and ebeujrujjr4huu4hruhhu4rhuhrykyoeoye I love your writing and I'm sorry if this in anyway is hurtful to you, because the point is not your writing but my fears. I appreciate you. 💔😞😔

Putting this under read more because I don't want to give you guys such a long answer sausage on your feed AHAHHA

I legitemately don't know what I should tell you anon. Like yes I agree, it's really clear that you have issues and I agree. You do, when you get so upset over something that is fictional, yes that can be an issue. I really hope that you can find a way to control your jealousy issues. Trust me, as someone who worked her fucking ass off to get over her own very toxic jealousy issues, it is possible even if you think it's not.

Also I find it rather sad that you are forming your opinion without getting the full picture aka you just skimming through the stories, which include enough scenes where it's very clear that what those three have is a healthy, fun time together. That's like hearing out a person, who wants to tell you their standpoint, but interrupting them in the middle of their honesty and going "yep heard enough, you're an asshole" while in reality you just didn't give them a chance to explain themselves properly and then built your version of them in your head on half-assed theories and your own thoughts.

Like legit. I'm gonna write what I'm gonna write and the fact that you get mad over my (unreleased) stories is not my responsibilty. And I want to make it crystal fucking clear that in general your very obsessive issues with jealousy is YOUR responsibility, not your partner's or your friends' or other people's. So don't make it other people's issues if there is seriously no real reason for it.

And last but not least. I have many stories on my blog. I have enough stories of monogamous relationships on my blog and you don't have to read the occasional threesomes I write when you know that you get so upset about them. I don't stand behind you and hold you at gunpoint, forcing you to read them, do I? No of course not. This is literally your own decision and if that decision makes you so upset then blame yourself not the author. We don't force people to read our stuff.

Now that my mum-ing is out of the way HAHAHA I am happy that you like my other writing! Thank you, love 💜

#asks #anon

[ecofinisher]

Stuff I noticed at Snow Queen Fire & Ice and Miraculous Ladybug 😀

I just had to. Even if it is a waste of time. 😅I've done one a long while ago between Miraculous and Monster Buster Club. This one had to be done as well, all just because of those small, little spirits 🥺😥

To be clear, I’m not comparing it to what is better and whatnot. I’m comparing the similarities between the two. The spirits there made me think of the kwamis? Funny I didn't pay attention to it at first xD But then the fun part came......Three times I have watched the movie and I suddenly began to think......Hmm Gerda has the creation powers like Ladybug and Rollan destruction......Holy brick! They could be the lovesquare as well if they had added more romance into it 😂 How did I not see? (It's because you saw Kristanna mixed with Hansanna you nut)

So where do I start? Well just to summarize the shows for those who don’t know one/both of them:

Short info about both, if unfamiliar:

Miraculous Ladybug is a French animated TV show, that debuted in 2015 and is set in the modern metropole Paris and is focused on the lives of the clumsy Marinette Dupain-Cheng and the famous teeny-model Adrien Agreste. Both wield special magical jewelry, which is called a “Miraculous” which they use to transform into the superheroes “Ladybug and Cat Noir”  The two don’t know each other’s identity, but funnily Adrien has a huge crush on Ladybug and in the civilian life he sees her as just a friend, while Marinette is obsessed with Adrien and sees Cat Noir only as his trustful crime-fight partner. Both students are around 14 years old in the show.

As superheroes they fight villains, that were akumatized by Hawk Moth. (He owns the butterfly miraculous, with which he can create supervillains by sending an akuma (Butterfly jinxed by Hawk Moth’s magic) and Hawk Moth’s miraculous sends people’s negative feelings such as anger, sadness and disappointment and uses his akumas to follow them and akumatize them and they’re transformed by Hawk Moth into a specific-themed supervillain.

Snow Queen 3: Fire and Ice (Release year: 2016)

Snow Queen 3: Fire and Ice is the third installment of the Russian franchise "The Snow Queen" It consisted currently out of 4 movies, an upcoming 5th installment, and a pre-school TV show. The first movie came out in 2012 and was also the studio's very first movie.

Resume from the first two movies is the young girl Gerda, which lost her parents to the Snow Queen makes her way through the entire snow lands to find her younger brother Kai, which was kidnapped y the north wind. With help of Orm, Snow Queen's servant she makes her way up to the Palast and defeats her, saving her brother and waking up Orm's eyes to a "better world" The sequel is focused on Orm's continuation, which makes a promise to never lie again and this promise made a reflection of himself come to life and appear near him, when he had no idea, what to do with life issues. The more he began to create white lies and bigger lies, the more life his reflection gained until he was able to get out to the real world. The reflection, which calls itself "The Snow King" tricks Orm and leads a fight against Troll warriors by sending his ice-made minions. Gerda was the last warrior to enter and make it to the main hall of the palace to miss Orm, which was fading away due to Snow King's existence and he pretends to be an injured Orm, which is warmly embraced by the girl, but then gets frozen by him, not realizing she had fallen into a trap. When things were over for everyone and the bad guys had won, Orm figured out how he would make everything okay by confessing his mistakes, which erased Snow King from existence and unfroze all warriors and friends again, which were angered at the naive troll.

This is lowkey spoiler-free. I didn't want to go into much detail here, but I would suggest you watch these movies, mostly no. 2 and 3, which are really worth seeing. As well you can see the first and see how much the studio had improved since the first up to the 2 and 3 one.

The Fire and Ice one, I'm supposed to be talking about happens a few years later, Gerda and Kai left the orphanage to go live on their own and make money to be able to at least be able to eat. Their last visit didn't make any profit and they took a ride with an old friend of theirs Alfida (The Robber girl) to pass the night by Orm, their troll friend, which had matured and was responsible to babysit the triplets of his cousin. On said night, a Spanish boy named Rollan shows up by his doorstep and is introduced to the visitors as a friend he met shortly. After the dinner ended in a disaster Kai and Gerda split and Rollan followed Gerda to give her rights, then bonded with her from being looking for his mother as well and introduces her to a map with an artifact called "The Wishing Stone" which grants any wish. Gerda agrees in tagging along and together they make it to survive the dangerous tomb encountering the wishing stone. Fact is the wishing stone was something else and this is where the powers of the Snow Queen and the Fire Demon were kept and due to Gerda and Rollan's touch on the stone, it had awakened the spirits, getting the two infected with the powers of said villains. Soon as they find out with Orm what happened, they need to get back to the tomb to retrieve the powers before the north star rises and makes their transformation complete, which means both would lose their soul/bodies to the villain. .

Random info:

1. The most popular franchise of the studio aka knowns for:

Miraculous is mostly know to be addressed as a ZAG animation product, but other known studios have worked on it as well such as SAMG Animation, TOEI and Method Animation.

Currently, the most popular series produced in France.

The Snow Queen 3 is the overall fifth movie released by Wizart Animation and was on its release the studio's best-grossing movie so far. Currently, the studio's filmography contains about 8 released movies (Counting with Secret Magic Control Agency in 2021), Two televisions shows and at the moment three movies are announced to be released.

Currently, the franchise is the most popular one in Russia, which is also where it was produced.

The similarities I noticed:

The spirits

Coal (Up) and Snowflake (Down) (Left Side)

Plagg (Up) and Tikki (Down)(Right Side)

Tikki and Snowflake have female pronouns. Both are shown to be "feminine", kind, lovable, and correct. They're a spirit of creation.

Plagg and Coal have male pronouns. Both are shown to be "male". cunning and curious. They're a spirit of destruction.

All four are able to use their powers on their own. They don't need to be with their holder to be capable of.

Differences:

- Plagg and Tikki are able to communicate verbally with each other and with humans.

-Coal and Snowflake can't speak, they usually use body language and mimic. Also, they do noises like laughing, groaning, speaking, and such.

- According to Tikki, her species (Kwami) don't fall in love/can't fall in love.

- Snowflake and Coal are shown to be romantically interested in each other. They're shown flirting and having little date-like moments, as they're away from their "owners"

- Coal is able to multiplicate. It's unknown if he's able to do it in command or only if he falls or is hit.

The "Alter egos"

Marinette is the face behind Ladybug and Adrien wears the mask of Cat Noir.

Gerda is possessed with the ice-powers of the Snow Queen and Rollan wields the fire-power of the Fire Demon.

Gerda and Marinette share the creation ability, while Adrien and Rollan are responsible for the destruction. They're each other's opposites.

Differences: Gerda and Rollan are aware of each other's identity and recognize each other's faces, despite small differences. Adrien and Marinette don't know each other's hero identity and weirdly have minor differences in their looks.

Marinette and Adrien's personality as heroes is quite different from their civilian ones, while Gerda and Rollan's don't seem any different.

It's unknown if, during the time Rollan and Gerda are under possession, their personalities are slightly altered by the villains or not. Rollan is shown to get quickly tempered with Gerda's friend, when it comes to their mishap, which usually turns into arguments.

The Yin-Yang effect

Power of creation and destruction

Marinette = Ladybug miraculous, the red earrings / Power of Luck (Creation)

Adrien = Black Cat Miraculous, the black ring / Power of Misfortune (Destruction)

Gerda = Ice (Creation) (The ice-blue shape on the crystal)

Rollan = Fire (Destruction) (The red shape on the crystal)

Character A bickers often with character B.

Ladybug with Cat Noir. Most of the moments Ladybug feels annoyed at Cat Noir's puns and flirt attempts during their missions. She had her rude moments, but deep inside her, she adores him. With Adrien's she's currently befriended, but has a huge crush, nearly an obsession with the blonde, which sometimes makes her double life harder and under pressure, she has taken choices, which led to ungood consequences.

Gerda with Rollan. Rollan's seems more relaxed with pressuring into retrieving the powers back, unlike Gerda. Rollan's easy tempter with Orm, when he's blamed for his issues annoys her as well. Gerda has shown interest in Rollan since the night she has met him and they bonded over the night when heading to the forbidden Tomb. Rollan has shown interest in her as well, but not as much as her.

"Buttmonkey Sidekick"

Cat Noir and Rollan.

Cat Noir - Thrown around by villains at billboards, yeeted by his own dad at the fricking Eiffel tower, sometimes risked his life to protect Ladybug and get wrapped up into odd situations.

Rollan suffered a few nutshots (One by himself as well), survived a very dangerous tomb, had his head frozen by Gerda accidentally, managed to step-dance in the middle of a shoot-out without getting hit by a bullet, accidentally (Or not) uses firepower with help of his butt. (Sounds ridiculous? There' the picture 😂) Press R for respect.

Naturally handsome boys.

Cat Noir and Rollan.

With and without "masks".

Don't think before acting

Cat Noir and Rollan.

Characters look the same

Gerda and Ladybug

Gerda has additional makeup on her face.

Characters look differently with their alter egos

Cat Noir and Rollan

Cat Noir has a wilder hairstyle and has cat-like eyes.

Rollan has a different skin tone, a fire-like shaped hairstyle, which he can put on fire and his eyes are slightly red-brownish.

The brains

Ladybug and Gerda.

The muscle

Cat Noir and Rollan.

Falling into the darkness

Cat Noir and Rollan

Cat Noir lets an akuma take over him and turn him into Chat Blanc, which destroys the entire world in an alternate universe.

Rollan lets the Fire Demon take over his body at the retrieval of the power and nearly commits genocide of entire kingdom.

Tall boy, smoll girl

Cat Noir to Ladybug

Rollan to Gerda

"Lovesquare"

Cat Noir has a crush on Ladybug. Ladybug doesn't. She has a crush on Adrien, which is Cat Noir's alter ego, which she's not aware of. Adrien sees Marinette as a friend only and has no idea, she and Ladybug are the same person although they look the same.

Gerda is attracted to Rollan since the first time she saw him. Rollan begins to feel attracted to Gerda with the time she's around him.

Rollan and Gerda are aware of each other because they were given the powers in the same place.

Marinette and Adrien were confirmed to be canon and should end up in the 5th season, eventually.

Rollan and Gerda should be considered canon at the end of the 4th part, due to the ending credits showing them share a kiss.

Power font:

Ladybug & Cat Noir: "Magic jewelry" (Miraculouses)

Rollan & Gerda: The wishing stone

Difference:

The wishing stone takes away after 24 hours of control over the power wielders and turns them into the slave of Snow Queen and the Fire Demon. The characters' real person is gone for good.

#how to waste your time #random thoughts #miraculousladybug #miraculous #ladybug and chat noir #chat noir #miraculous season 4 #snow queen #snow queen 3 #the snow queen #снᴇжнᴀя коᴘолᴇвᴀ #снᴇжнᴀя коᴘолᴇвᴀ 3 #снᴇжнᴀя коᴘолᴇвᴀ 3 огонь и лед #snow queen 3 fire and ice

[symptoms-syndrome]

Might delete this later but I'm feeling some sort of way and kinda wanna talk abt parts stuff. Rare occurrence. I don't wanna pin a list or anything. But listing at least some would make me feel a little. Better? Or something. Anyway. I feel like. Maybe people will think I'm weird or cringe but most of y'all don't even know who I am so. Who cares.

Anyway accepting asks about parts things today.

Little more rambling in somewhat more detail below about parts. Please be kind this is very sensitive information for me. Not all parts are listed. There are some parts on my personal parts map/list I don't recognize/know, so obviously I didn't include them.

-Hestia, adult, she/her | she's one I've been aware of the longest. I used to think she was the goddess and was talking to me. Complicated. I hesitate to call her any sort of introject because I'm fairly certain she's only Hestia because I thought she was, if that makes any sense. Like her identity as Hestia was applied after the fact. She doesn't feel particular attachment to the idea of being a goddess or anything. When I found out she was a part it didn't really distress her or anything. She's the way she's always been, kind and comforting and soft-spoken.

-Seba, young adult?, he/him | also one of the parts around the longest. He got really loud around middle school, and I thought I was hallucinating voices. He used to be kinda? Rude or mean, but in kind of a brotherly way. When I was kicked out I remember he took over really quick. He's very good at standing up for himself and is very confident. He helped a lot when I was homeless, because it was really scary for me and he was the one who pushed aside fear and got things done. He doesn't care a lot about respect that isn't earned, he only seems to respect people who respect him first. Strangely, but in a way I think is good, he used to appear as a white boy but now looks more Asian, like me.

-Mimi, young adult, she/her | Mimi is a part that I think has been around a while, but had little to no communication with the rest of us, by no fault of her own. She's peppy, she likes socializing and having fun, she likes to look pretty and has high self esteem. I once described her as sort of "nice drunk girl in the bathroom," which is somewhat accurate. She's incredibly kind, but doesn't always notice things. Very reliable despite her fun-loving attitude. Very loud and talkative.

-T (first initial, I don't like using his full name online), adult, he/him | T might be an introject, but similarly to Hestia I hesitate to label him that way because I don't know if the "source" he has was applied after the fact. I just know he's very attached to the identity of a character from a media I long since have disliked, despite it being a big interest in middle school. He knows he isn't that character, but I guess it's like he never took the costume off or something. He's not shy or quiet, but doesn't really do small talk and really mostly talks if he thinks it's important. He's a very hard worker, sometimes too much so. He can be incredibly awkward around people, but mostly because he's excessively polite. He holds a lot of sad memories and things, and can be overwhelmed by them sometimes. He's really bad at asking for help, so I try to be more attentive with him. He seems to have a lot of control over not sharing memories and such. He can self isolate, which is really hard sometimes.

Aslan, child, he/him | Aslan is very peppy, very happy and curious and loves to talk to people and learn things and see things. He usually fronts along with someone else, because I think he'd be lonely fronting alone. He likes play and jokes and is a joy to be around.

Max, unsure, they/them | Max is adventurous, not afraid of anything, and is a little bit of an adrenaline junkie. They like to explore new places, climb on things, feel wind and nature, and experience new things. They can be a little reckless, but is pretty good at only taking calculated risks.

TW for below, because I'm talking about parts that hold a lot of heavy stuff.

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-Angel, I use they/them just to be safe | Angel I think holds a lot of trauma. They used to come out a lot more, but mostly during panic attacks and such. I think they genuinely believe themselves to be an angel, but it's hard to tell. They're very sad about not being one anymore. They can get really overwhelmed by religious trauma stuff. I think they're doing better than they used to, though. They've been around a bit more recently, but have calmed down from full blown panic to mostly just jitters and anxiety.

-Unnamed little girl, child, she/her | very obsessed with manners and being polite. It can be hard to talk to her because she's so excessively attuned into etiquette. Has a lot of anxiety about doing something wrong or impolite. I've been trying to show her it's okay to interact with people more casually.

-Runaway, teenager (15-ish?), She/her | Very distressed. Only noticed her recently. She's in a really rough spot right now and I've talked about her before. In the "inner world" she seems to be in a chain link fence sort of enclosure, and I'm not sure if she's trapped there or she feels safe in there. She really wants us to run away from home, she wants freedom, and seems really stuck in our past where home wasn't a safe place to be. A lot of dark thoughts. She's very good at Pinterest though, that's one way she's been able to communicate well.

#delete later #maybe #since somebody asked I'm Jay and I don't talk about myself much #and the usage of 'I' in this post is mostly collective #because I don't know which part discovered/logged about which part #I suppose I could ask #but most of us who frequently front currently don't remember much before ~18 #and those of us who do don't like to talk about it

[nocturna-iv]

For the 50 OTP challenge:

HUMA

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 11, 14, 15, 16, 19, 21, 22, 25, 27, 29, 30, 31, 35, 38, 39, 40, 41, 43, 48, 49 & 50.

I know I went way overboard and obviously I don’t expect you to answer them all. It’s a miracle I refrained from putting all 50... Take your pick! :)

You know that I am going to answer each of these questions. You know it.

About this ask

1. Who is the early bird/ Who is the night owl? Uma is the early bird and Harry is the night owl. Except in winter, where Uma sleeps much longer and Harry immediately starts waking up earlier.

2. Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon? Harry is the little spoon. Uma grabs herself around him. It's impossible for Harry to be the big spoon. Nor is he complaining. Harry will always say that there is no better place than between Uma's thighs. He is referring to this.. too.

3. Who hogs the cover/ Who loves to cuddle? Uma hogs the covers. I have the HC that Uma has her body temperature lower than usual. Not extreme. But her body is designed to withstand the cold of the deep sea. But she is also used to the fact that Harry always has a warmer body than other people (maybe Ben suffers from this too mmm). So she's used to hooking on her personal heater. And that makes her wrap herself in the sheets. Not because she's cold, but because of the pressure. Both LOVE to cuddle. 

4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses? HARRY. ABSOLUTELY HARRY. And before they were a couple, during the winter, Harry would wake Uma up saying "Wake up, Captain or I'll have to wake you up with a kiss from your deep sleep."

5. Who usually has nightmares? Both of them. And besides all their childhood traumas. After D3, they suffer from separation nightmares. Besides that Uma gets to have moments (and nightmares) where she falls into the anxiety that she felt when Auradon used all its power and magic to find her and Uma had to flee constantly, without rest.

11. Who likes horror movies/ Who likes romance movies? They both love watching horror movies. And they like to watch seasonal horror movies, like Black Christmas on Christmas. Both like romance movies but they don't admit it. Although they are very picky about this genre. They aren’t fans of many clichés.

14. Who kills the spiders? They don't kill spiders. They usually don't care. But if necessary, they are removed from the place. Harry usually talks to them while he takes them out "Look friend, I have no problem sharing the place with you. But the bed is only for Uma and me. Sometimes Gil. Those are the rules."

15. Who is scared of the dark? None. They grew up on the island. The darkness is very useful. And sometimes a survival tool. Although Uma can see well in the dark.

16. Who is scared of thunderstorms? None. Thunderstorms are the music of the sea. Harry grew up associating them with the sea. For Uma, thunderstorms remind her of Harry. Actually, Uma loves them. (Also, my Huma’s Spotify is called Thunderstorm hahahaha

19. Who loves to call the other one cute names? Harry. This is Harry. DARLING. Captain (cute name, cute name), Uuuuma, my queen, my goddess, luv, love, etc. 

21. Who has an obsession (over anything)? Both of them. For many things. For example, Uma for seaponies. Harry for makeup. Both for jewelry.

22. Who goes all out for Valentine’s Day? Harry but in private *wink*

25. Who wears the other ones clothes? Uma. Harry would try but Uma is petite. But Uma wears Harry's accessories and makeup.

27. Who takes a long shower/ Who sings in the shower? Since they live in Auradon, they both take long showers. Much longer when they are together. They both sing in the shower. Sometimes just Uma sings while they both enjoy the tub.

29. Who is the better cook? Uma and she feeds her crew. Because a captain takes care of hers. But Harry can cook.

30. Who likes long walks on the beach? Uma. And sun baths.

31. Who is more affectionate? They have their own language. You would say it’s Harry because he is the most obvious. But Uma does everything necessary to give Harry security. The reason Harry is so self-confident is because Uma has been told how amazing, handsome, deadly, etc. he is.

35. Who goes overboard on the holidays? Uma spent time outside the barrier so she has seen what the holidays are like. So she wants her crew, Gil and Harry to enjoy this kind of thing to the fullest. It's not that she loves holidays, she just wants hers to enjoy everything. In private it's Harry.

38. Who likes to star gaze? Harry and knows hundreds of thousands of stories about constellations. He knows stories from different cultures about them. He knows how to navigate by looking at the stars. Uma likes to hear him tell every story. He always tells the stories about lovers with a twist at the end, Harry always finds a way for them to be together forever in the sky.

39. Who buys cereal for the prize inside? It's usually Harry. But Uma will buy hundreds of boxes if the prize is something she likes.

40. Who is the fun parent/ Who is the responsible parent? You would think Harry is the funny one, right? But let's remember that it’s Harry who is in charge of doing Time Out to Gil in D2. So I think both of them are responsible and both of them are fun. Like... in  Festivities

41. Who cries during sad movies? Harry is de drama king. 

43. Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one? Harry but it's because Uma wasn't going to win him a prize in a carnival. She gets things for him or takes him to places where he can get them for himself. Harry on the other hand likes the show of winning things from Uma.

48. Who loses stuff? Harry but things that aren’t important. He tends to get distracted easily (by Uma. Mainly by Uma or by taking care of the crew or by being aware of what’s doing Gil, etc). But Uma takes care of him.

49. Who is the driver/ Who is the passenger? Uma is the captain and Harry is her first mate. Uma loves to drive.

50. Who is the hopeless romantic? Harry. But Uma really believes in true love and the power it has. She grew up believing deep down in her soul that she could be more powerful than any villain if she controlled the ultimate weapon of heroes. True Love. By logic and strategy, Uma believes in True Love and True Love’s kiss. And she knows that Harry is her True Love. But Uma’s logic...  not a hopeless romantic. 

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