#hello!!! been very busy but missed making gifs for this blog <3

[rabbitenn]

Love your blog! I've always been a Re:Vale fan (and still am) and didn't have eyes or ears for the other groups…but your characterizations have made me start liking Trigger too. This may be a bit of a controversial request so I won't feel bad if you pass on it. Could I have the Trigger boys reacting to their s/o's tummy growling in front of them? This is not coming from an ED mindset--I've been extremely busy/stressed (working 6+ day weeks, juggling 3 part-time jobs, and having random SNAFU stuff come up with family that results in more responsibilities/duties etc.) and so meals/eating has kind of fallen by the wayside for me. Still eat…but maybe only managing to eat breakfast in a single day or something. Made me crave being taken care of/fussed over by the Trigger boys. Thank you!

SLOW DOWN.

Your schedule is packed and you’ve been neglecting your own health. However, your boyfriend is not having it.

ft. Yaotome Gaku, Kujo Tenn, Tsunashi Ryunosuke x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, comfort, soft caring boyfriends.

hello, lovely ! thank you so much for requesting. Your words honor me, really ! I’m very happy my fics could make you love TRIGGER, that’s really one of the highest compliments I could ever get, so thank you, truly <3 My apologies that I’m quite late in posting this, I hope it’s still to your liking. Also, I hope you can find a moment to take a break too, take care, please !

♡ YAOTOME GAKU

— Gaku misses you.

— The moments you two spend alone together are becoming more and more scarce.

— And it’s not due to any fallouts or misunderstandings, no, far from it, actually.

— You miss him too.

— Because for the last few weeks, all you’ve been doing is work. Commuting from one workplace to another, providing for your family, with barely any days off.

— Which resulted in your time with your boyfriend being affected; fleeting kisses and ‘see you tonight’s are the longest conversations you’ve been sharing lately, your nights cuddled by each other’s side watching movies being cut short when you helplessly fell asleep on Gaku’s shoulder.

— He sighs, a little saddened. It’s unfair you are exerting yourself like this… Without barely a moment to breathe… He hopes you’re only taking on so much work for a short while.

— Laying you down on his bed and pulling the covers snuggly around you, Gaku decides to reserve some time from his own schedule to come see you at work the next day.

♡

Carrying another flowerpot, you heave a sigh the moment you place it on the shelf.

With the back of your hand, you wipe the sweat from your brow. Your arms are slightly shaking, having spent a good part of the morning moving boxes and arranging the shelves of the flower shop you work at part time.

With a sideways glance at the ticking clock, you realize it’s almost lunchtime.

Though it was never really lunchtime for you, as you usually spent the hour you had going over several papers that needed to be sorted for your office job.

Switching the door’s sign to ‘closed’, you pull a chair next to the counter, as a flurry of documents begins to cover the entirety of the wooden surface.

Then, a chiming sound makes you momentarily lose your focus.

“Sorry, we’re closed.” You announce, not even bothering to raise your gaze from the work at hand.

You hear the door closing with a dull ‘thud’, footsteps approaching.

“I said,” You brace your hands on the table, standing up from your seat. “That we are clo-“

Steel hued eyes meet yours in the middle of your sentence.

“Gaku!” You smile up at him. He doesn’t miss the dark circles under your eyes. “What are you doing here?”

One of his hands cups your cheek, the pads of his fingers smoothing over the tiredness of your skin, as if just like that, he could erase the clouds of sleepless nights from your stare.

“Inviting you to have lunch with me, of course.” He utters, in the blossom scented space that separates you.

You lower your head, hair falling in front of your eyes.

“Dear… I would love that but… I don’t have the time. I’m sorry…” You trail off, thinking of the meager energy drink you’ve had time to buy on your way here this morning.

As if to announce that it is time already for you to have a proper meal, your stomach growls.

Heat rises to your cheeks. This is so embarrassing! For your gut to make that kind of noise in front of your hot boyfriend.

“You didn’t hear that…” You mumble, looking everywhere except at him.

A chuckle causes you to look at him wide eyed.

“Gaku, please, don’t make fun of me…” You whine, holding onto his arm.

Those crystalline eyes of his soften, his hand finding yours.

“I’m not making fun of you, but you need to eat. So I’m taking you to the soba shop, yeah? I’ll drive you back to your other job afterwards.”

“But I… You have work too… I just can’t waste your time like this… driving me afterwards…”

“[Y/n], look at me.” Your boyfriend’s tone is serious, yet still warm.

When your gaze meets his, his expression is solemn.

“You never waste my time. Never.”

You sigh, a tired smile making it to your lips. It warms your heart, really that your partner is so sweet.

“Alright.” You utter, gathering your stuff. “And Gaku?”

“Yes, love?”

“Thank you.” You tell him, as you nuzzle against his side.

“Nothing to thank me for.” He whispers, with a kiss to the crown of your head.

The midday sun outlines your intertwined hands against the concrete as you make your way to his car.

You promise to make time for him soon.

♡ KUJO TENN

— Tenn is very perceptive, so, honestly, it will be hard for you to neglect yourself before he notices and “forces” you to take care.

— He sees how you barely have any energy left whenever you two happen to have the same day off.

— How you’re so flooded with projects for work you barely tell him about your day anymore, dismissing the topic with a ‘busy, as usual.’

— And well, he knows what you’re doing. How, in order to provide for others, to make enough money and keep your superiors at work pleased, you’re running yourself ragged.

— How does he know? Well, because he pretty much does the exact same thing; just giving, to his fans, to his family, to everyone, even at the cost of his own happiness or health.

— But with you, he wants you to put yourself first. You’re so dear to him, Tenn can’t bear the thought of seeing your light dim like this.

— And he will not hesitate to confront you about it.

♡

The shuffling of steps causes for Tenn to look up from his book.

Usually, his face lit up whenever he saw you, but today, the image of you breaks his heart a little.

You look sickly. Your hair is a mess, your clothes are all rumpled, and nasty looking shadows seem to have been permanently etched under the bright eyes he loves to look into.

Tenn swallows; he has to do something about it, your condition is just going to worsen if you keep this up.

“[Y/n]…” Your boyfriend calls you as you rummage through the kitchen cupboards.

“Tenn, do we have any energy bars left?” You ask, still searching.

He sighs. It’s your day off today. And you’re not even going to have a proper meal?

“[Y/n].” He repeats, his tone a tad colder.

“Where did I put them…” You muse to yourself.

Well, you’re bent on not paying attention to him, so he’ll have to snap you out of this vicious cycle.

Your lover’s hand wraps around your wrist, firm but gentle. He spins you around, making you face him.

You let out a gasp, taken aback by his bold action right now.

“[Y/n], listen to me.” Tenn commands, still not letting go of you.

“Tenn, I’m sorry, but I don’t have time now-“

He pulls you closer to him.

“You will listen.”

He can feel your shallow breathing now, his silken strands of starlight on snow brushing the side of your cheek, his comforting and sweet scent surrounding you.

Oh, how you wish you could just bask in his warmth, curled up with a mug of hot chocolate and a plate of the donuts he so adores as you two read on the couch.

But sadly, your situation doesn’t exactly leave you the time for such hedonistic actions.

“Tenn…” You breathe, wide eyed.

“Why do you keep doing this to yourself?” He lets out, voice breaking a little, barely above a whisper.

“Doing what?”

“You’re not hydrating properly, your lips are all chapped; you’re not sleeping enough, and when was the last time you had a real meal?” Your boyfriend questions, his thumb running soothing patterns over your wrist.

As if in response, your tummy decides to rumble right then and there.

You slump your shoulders, burying your face in his chest. The softness of his sweater is welcoming, akin to a comfort blanket that’s been with you since childhood.

“Nothing gets past you, does it?” You laugh, humorlessly, closing your eyes to all the burdens you’ve been shouldering alone.

Your shoulders start to shake. Tenn’s arms wrap around your form, so frail now, as if a simple gust of wind could shatter what remains of your sanity.

“Not when it comes to you, my love.” Your boyfriend answers, his voice a sweet melancholy symphony. “Now, why don’t I run a hot bath for you and make us something to eat?” He suggests, his fingers lacing with yours. “It’s our day off, so, please, rest.” He murmurs, honeyed lips leaving the softest kiss ever known to your cheek.

“I’d like that.” You reply, squeezing Tenn’s hands a little tighter. “I’d really love that.”

Your boyfriend gives you a tender smile, bringing you close to him again, wrapping you in the sweetness of his delicate hug.

“I’d love that too, my [Y/n].”

You look up at him. Then:

“I love you, Tenn-Tenn.”

Shades of vibrant pink flower across his cheeks at your use of the cute nickname, eyes of rosé dreams softening even more when he regards you.

“I love you too. More than you’ll ever know.”

Protected in Tenn’s embrace, you feel the exhaustion and hunger of the last few weeks seeping away.

Your Tenn really is an angel, you think, as you bathe in his comforting light for a few more instants.

♡ TSUNASHI RYUNOSUKE

— Sweet Ryu, who just wants to see you always smiling.

— He’s been feeling this ache lately; the time you two share together has been diminishing; your smiles have become more rare; you’re not there when he wakes up or when he goes to bed.

— And in moments when you two are actually together, you barely talk, just cuddling up into him, your face buried in his chest.

— Don’t get him wrong, he loves holding you close, he really does, but there’s something in your smile that feels… off.

— As if you were a candle, out in a windy night, threatening to topple over and either extinguish or go up in flames.

— Ryu’s worried… Have you been eating properly lately? He knows you work at different places and don’t really have the time to sit down and have nutritious meals nor to prepare them.

— He’ll have to make up for it.

♡

The sound of the front door opening and closing announces your return.

Outside, it’s pitch dark night, mid-autumn wind blowing with force, the trees lining the street inevitably bending to its imposing tune.

You carelessly throw your bag to the floor as you remove your shoes, too exhausted to even sort out the files inside. That’s a future you problem, for now.

Releasing a breath, you pull back your shoulders, an attempt at releasing some of the accumulated tension.

“Long day?” A voice you loved, no matter if it was whispering sweet nothings or singing on bright stages, asks.

Your lips curl up in a soft smile, following the sound of his voice to the kitchen.

“You could say that.” You sigh, slumping on one of the chairs.

Your boyfriend turns around, switching off the fire momentarily.

It’s cute, you think, the sight of him donning an apron, cooking so peacefully and joyfully… If you weren’t so tired you’d love nothing more than to help him with it… But truth be told, lately you don’t even have time to pack your own lunch boxes.

“You know,” Ryu takes a seat next to you, his hand on yours over the table. “If there’s ever anything troubling you, I’m here to help you through it. No matter what it is, we’ll face it together.”

His eyes of melted sunlight stare at you with determination; so inviting, a blank book beckoning you to write in a language only you two speak all of your worries.

“Well it’s just…” You begin. “Lately, I’m… I feel…like work is taking up so much from me… I barely have time to spend with you or to eat…”

As if to prove your point, your belly chooses that exact moment to grumble.

“Damn it, that’s embarrassing.” You curse through gritted teeth.

Ryunosuke offers you one of his serene smiles.

“Dinner will be ready in a minute, my dear.”

He stands up, lips brushing against your forehead in a kiss that’s loving and reassuring.

“Just relax and let me take care of you tonight.” He softly tells you as he parts.

You’re glad you have the day off tomorrow. You’re so making up for lost time with him.

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[dameronscopilot]

Hello! I just found your blog and I am IN LOVE with "I'll Be Your Bright Side" and I was wondering, in part 3, after the match and Will says: “He’s in a mood tonight. I know he hates losing, but he usually doesn’t get this riled up. Let me knock some sense into his thick head, you go enjoy the rest of your date.” How is Benny in the locker room? Why did Will say that? Thank you! I'm off to read part 4 and hope Ben fixes thingssssss 👀👀

Hi anon! I'm so happy to hear that, thank you 💖💖

I dove into your questions under the cut :) If anyone ever has any questions about I'll Be Your Bright Side, POV drabble requests, missing scenes, etc., feel free to drop 'em into my ask box!

So at this point in the story, Benny hasn’t explicitly discussed his feelings for her with anyone. He’s brushed it off any time that Will has casually brought it up, but Will can see through him—he knows how he feels about her, even if Benny won’t admit it out loud. 

Will’s chosen not to intervene or try to play matchmaker with the situation, given that they’re adults, he’s been busy with his own love life, and quite frankly, he doesn’t think Benny would listen to him, anyway. He’s content with the fact that Benny will choose to see what’s right in front of him when he’s finally ready. 

As soon as Will realizes she’s bringing Dan to trivia night, he braces himself knowing that this “unexpected” turn of events will put Benny into a corner where he’ll have to make a choice. As Will watches her make that rash decision to invite Dan to Benny’s match, he entertains the idea of seriously talking to Benny about everything. But given that his wedding is days away (with plenty of work left to do), Benny’s issues will just have to wait. 

So all that’s to say that when the night of the match rolls around, Will is already anticipating a shitshow from his brother. Try as he might to get Benny’s head back in the match each time he takes a bad blow, he knows it’s a lost cause. He's fighting like a complete amateur, and he clearly can't focus on shit.

When the match ends, Will’s torn, because he can see how her immediate instinct is to follow Benny, even with Dan sitting beside her. Benny’s obviously mad about losing the match (because he should have been able to easily beat that particular opponent), but Benny’s also furious with himself for waiting so long to tell her and over the fact that he’s incapable of masking his emotions now that completely losing what he has with her is a very possible outcome.

Will ultimately tells her to leave because he knows that Benny’s too volatile and emotional with all of that excess adrenaline from the match still pouring out of him. He also knows his brother isn’t the best with words or anything close to being an expert in sharing his feelings. So despite the fact that Will doesn’t want to directly intervene in whatever’s going on with them, he takes it upon himself to decide that Benny’s not in the right state to potentially have whatever conversation may or may not occur in there. And selfishly, he also doesn’t want to potentially deal with something blowing up between them the night before the wedding—considering they’re both in the wedding party. (And really, he thinks they might want some privacy for this, whenever they finally talk.)

So when Will tells her Benny’s in a mood, go enjoy your date, etc., there’s a bit of a double meaning to it. He’s indirectly telling her/hinting that something’s bothering Benny, but also encouraging her not to let it ruin her night—because it’s also kind of that "tough love" situation like “Well if my brother’s too much of an idiot to tell her how he feels, she still deserves to be happy.”

Benny’s a hot ass mess in the locker room, but he stays tight-lipped about the real reason he’s upset and angry (even if Will knows why). He keeps his mouth in check because he doesn’t want to unload on his brother the night before the wedding. Will's intent was to get Benny to calm down (playing along that he just "had a bad match" and "was off of his game"). He tries to get him to come sleep on his couch, because he can feel how restless he is as he paces around the locker room, punches lockers, etc., but of course Benny declines, because he doesn’t want to be a burden. 

Instead, Benny goes home alone, and he essentially starts wallowing in self-pity as he starts drinking far more than he should, laying on his couch and miserably swiping through all of the photos of her on his phone (there's a lot, okay). And the more alcohol that's in his system, the more his brain seems to think it's a great idea to walk over to her apartment and tell her that Dan isn't good enough for her.

Because he fucking loves her. More than anything. More than anyone ever has and ever will.

(But inevitably, drunk Benny's idea doesn't quite pan out like he imagined it in his head.)

#answers from the cockpit #I'll Be Your Bright Side #IBYBS

[hatchetfieldtheories]

Nightmare Time Season 2 - What do the Cryptic Clues mean?

Just over a week ago, things were vaguely normal. Work was busy, I was tired, and this blog posted either a normal or ridiculous theory every now and then while I waited for life to settle down a bit again.

Then a blue N appeared.

And well, you have all witnessed the carnage that followed.

So we have spent a week piecing together the clues, blaming the bees, having meltdowns over green As, and working out timezone differences. Now we have a complete jigsaw puzzle giving us a whole bunch of clues. Layers upon layers of clues.

So my thoughts are below. They're very loose and speculative at the moment, but that's the fun of it! Last time I did a theory like this was before Nightmare Time Season 1 and I was pretty bad at it - so you know... I can only go up!

The Clues:

1 - Blue

Pictures: Bee and honeycomb; old barn or pot farm; boat on a lake; birds; honey

Phrases: Honey Queen; Perky’s Buds

This is the row that I think is giving us two different storylines, “Honey Queen” and “Perky’s Buds”.

Honey Queen - as a few people have mentioned is likely a reference to the Hatchetfield Honey Festival. Now when I hear the phrase Honey Queen, I imagine something similar to a May Queen, who is a girl picked to front a May Day parade. But this is Nightmare Time, so I also immediately thought of something similar to Carrie happening - though maybe with bees, or honey? I also think the boat relates here, and will link us to the Monroes somehow.

Perky’s Buds - I think this has a double meaning. Obviously it’s likely a reference to Emma’s pot farm, and is a FANTASTIC name for such. But I also think its going to mean Emma is going to meet some - not very pleasant characters. Now remember, Blinky is always watching, and has feathered sniggles. I think the birds in the image are Blinky watching what Emma is up to - they become her “buds” - though she isn’t happy about it.

2 - Green

Pictures: Woodcutting axe; canoe on a lake; cabins in woods; roasting marshmallows on a campfire; leather work

Phrases: Abstinence Camp

Oh, Abstinence Camp - this is the one most people seem most excited for as I’m sure we’re all seeing that possible connection to our longed for Nerdy Prudes. Abstinence Camp makes me think of typical teen slasher movies of the mostly 90s, but 70s and 80s also. Plus the axe is likely a reference to the one character I have been waiting for for SO long - Lumber-Axe the Mad Woodsman. Is he the killer in the woods killing off the horny young adults? There is also the leather work image, which I reverse searched to try and get a better image of it and found the original image, but it didn’t tell me much more than “leather work”.

However it is also important to note the canoe on the lake, considering Deb’s family own a lakehouse, which is where the infamous party during Watcher World takes place.

3 - Purple

Pictures: Musician on a stage; sewer or portal; jukebox; wedding rings; diner

Phrases: Killer Track Daddy

Yes, hello, please be about Miss Holloway. I don’t have much to say on the name, Killer Track Daddy, except I think again we’re getting a double meaning. Killer as in death, sure, but also Killer in the same way Bill S Preston Esquire and Ted Theodore Logan might say it. Which is why I am getting the 80s vibes from this and immediately going to Miss Holloway.

There is the theory that Miss Holloway was a star in the 80s (Tiffany) and has time travelled to now. Maybe the sewer is related to that time travel. The wedding rings are interesting, and @donteatthefishtacos mentioned the idea that Miss H and Wilbur Cross clearly have a long history - make of that what you will.

4 - Red

Pictures: A scantron exam sheet; lockers; a roller disco; fire; an arcade machine

Phrases: Yellow Jacket

This is the one that makes me scratch my head the most. We're obviously in a high school, though do teens still roller disco? Teens, please let me know. So maybe this could also be set in a different time period. I mentioned that when I read Yellow Jacket my mind immediately went to a varsity jacket, because I am british and my only knowledge of american high schools is Saved by the Bell and Mean Girls. I'm assuming its an accurate representation.

Now I know by the video Matt posted we've seen Hatcherfield's school colours, but I still think there's gonna be something in the varsity jacket idea. Plus, yellow - tinky - time travel. Which would explain the roller rink.

The fire makes me think something might have burnt down, like the roller rink. And maybe something was built on top of it? Like the Starlight. The arcade machine however? Maybe we'll see Pizza Petes in more than one story, but one of the stories will just be a background storyline, like in Black Friday - and then we learn about the real horrors of Pizza Petes in another story.

5 - Magic Letters

Nibbly Must Eat

Its very possible this is its own story, in which case - NIBBLY!!!!

With the image Dylan posted of Nick with a pretzel surrounded by game machines, I am indeed getting FNAF vibes, and god love us if Nibbly is haunting a pizza place.

I also saw this post by @themystifier about how Pizza Pete might be similar to Uncle Wiley, but like. What if he is Uncle Wiley. What if this is another Wilbur part? We see him as Uncle Wiley, we see him as the Wiggly delivery man, we hear him as the announcer at Watcher World. So what if this is another role?

6 - The Vertices

The Monarch is Now Vexed

I fully anticipate a new Being who is the parent of the LiB and Webby. They're Lords, but this is a Monarch.

I've also decided the Monarch is Nick, as his only part in the Nightmare Time intro is during “Daddy's Gonna Get Ya.”

Some other interesting theories (not anywhere near all the ones I wanted to include - anything I have reblogged I have loved, but these are just some notable ones I found)

Odd One Out @sidekickajustim

Gemini Home Entertainment Vibes @vaguely-functional-directions and @ifduckislordthenheavenisapond

Honey Queen Melissa @infected-hive

Post By Post Breakdown @awigglycultist

#starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield #nightmare time #nmt2 #hatchetfield theories

[panic-at-the-fiction]

Hello Darling

Summary: (y/n) is the Salvatore younger sister and she is low key in love with with one of the originals. You know which one. That’s basically it.

Warnings: just harmless flirting

A/N: I’ve been in love with Kol Mikaelson for 3 days now. I’m being forced to watch vampire diaries with my mom and Kol and the rest of the original family are like the only reason I’m still watching it. Also I know the title isnot great but it’s what I could come up with so shut up.

It had been a long week in mystic falls. Hell, it had been a long year. You had only moved back to your hometown after hearing rumors that your beloved older brothers were alive and living in the small town you grew up in after all these years. You had been told they were shot by stray bullets during a battle in 1864 when you were only 15. It had hurt, especially since shortly after that your father had died after an animal attacked him. About 4 years after the deaths of your family, you had a run in with a vampire that didn’t go too well. After that, you spent years traveling from city to city just enjoying your life as a vampire.

When you finally landed back in your home town looking for your brothers, you were shocked to see that they had fallen in love with the same girl. Not only that, but a human girl who seemed to be attracted to trouble. You never liked Elena Gilbert and she never seemed to like you. She had a problem with making everyone do things her way or no way, and she always seemed to take it personally when someone made a decision on their own. You hated that your brothers were in love with her and did anything and everything she said. You had quite the temper like your brothers and Elena had a tendency to draw out the worst from you; when your idiot brothers signed over the deed to their house to Elena and she didn’t invite you in, you nearly burnt down the whole city. You had been stuck living in a small apartment, not far from the mystic grill ever since.

You tried to stay out of their drama-- you were only in town because you were worried about your brothers. Stephan had gone off the rails and was only just now starting to fix things. You had though found unlikely allies in Matt Donovan and Jeremy Gilbert. You spent a lot of your free time drinking at the mystic grill and for a while both boys had worked there; though you would never admit this to them, you had begun to consider them friends. Matt didn’t like getting involved in the vampire drama either, and you found it refreshing. Jeremy understood what it is like to have your siblings try to control everything you do. Sadly, Jeremy had been forced to leave town by none other than Elena, and of course your brother helped, which only made it worse. You hated that they had compelled him to leave. It was wrong to make his decision for him and they knew it.

You had gone to the mystic grill bar for a couple drinks. You had been invited to a ball hosted by the Mikaelsons. You thought it was pretentious that someone in the 21st century would host a ball, but you had missed the elegance of old fashioned parties like you used to attend before becoming a vampire.

You were busy in your own thoughts when you heard Caroline Forbes walk through the doors. She seemed upset, but to be honest, you didn’t care. You noticed she was looking at someone by the bar. You recognized him easily, Klaus Mikaelson. Caroline seemed angry at him, and efore you knew it she was yelling at him and storming out the door. Klaus quickly followed behind.

It was only then that you noticed the man who had been sitting next to Klaus. You didn’t recognize him. He saw you staring across the room at him and he gave you a flirtatious wink. You looked away and rolled your eyes.

Your glass was empty and you decided to walk over to the bar to get another drink. You sat down and waited for the bartender. The young man you saw earlier approached you.

“Hello, darling,” he said, taking the seat next to you. “I couldn’t help but notice you staring earlier. Like what you see?”

To say you didn’t find him attractive would be a lie, but you could tell he was cocky and arrogant: exactly the kind of guy you don’t want to be around right now. Yet, there was something familiar about him. “Yeah, no, I’m not playing this game with you,” You said turning away from him.

He walked around you so you were facing him again. “What game are you referring to?”

“Oh you know, the one where you see me across the room and we flirt and we drink and you use that smooth arrogant accent to talk your way into my pants. That game.”

“Why, I would never. I merely wanted to buy a lovely lady such as yourself a drink!” You laughed at his mockery as it was obvious his intentions were not pure.. “I’m Kol, Kol Mikaelson.”

“(Y/n) Salvatore.”

“Oh, you're a Salvatore. I hear our brothers don’t get along very well,” You laughed, he obviously didn’t care about the drama between your two families.

“No, they really don’t.”

“I do hope that unlike our brothers , you have no interest in killing me,”

“No, Kol Mikealson, I have no interest in killing you or being apart of any of my brothers stupid plans.” You took a swig of your drink. To be honest you were jealous of all the time your brothers put into defeating the originals and protecting Elena. They had thought you were dead for over a hundred years and they didn’t even seem to care that you moved back to town. In fact, they seemed to only think of you as a problem these days. A threat to their precious Elena’s safety. It made you furious to even think about it, hence your day drinking. You set down your glass.

“Well then, in that case, (y/n) Salvatore, why don’t you be my date this evening to my mother’s ball? It would surely piss off both our brothers,” You basically laughed in his face, but Kol just smiled and stood there.

“You want me to be your date to your moms fancy ball? You don’t even know me,” You were completely lost. An over confident guy flirting at you while you're at the bar was typical, but a thousand year old vampire you don’t know asking you to go to a ball was more than strange.

“Oh come on, (y/n), it could be fun. I’ve been told I know how to have a good time. Though, that was in 1910. I might not be as fun as I used to be, but I’m sure I will work it out.” He leaned in closer to where you were sitting. You were staring him dead in the eyes now.

“It would piss off Stefan and Damon, and I’m still mad at them for brainwashing one of my only friends in this town. Sounds like it could be fun., but let’s be clear: this is not a real date. I am simply accompanying you to your mom’s party.”

“Well, I’ll take that as a yes, then. I’ll see you tonight (y/n),” He winked and walked to the door where his brother Klaus was standing. He seemed angry, like he was mad at Kol for talking to you. What could you expect? Your brothers hated Klaus, why wouldn’t he hate his own brother talking to you? You still had a hundred questions left for the young original. You hadn’t even been sure you wanted to go to the ball, let alone with a date. There were a hundred reasons as to why you should not go, but of the few things Kol had gotten right was that it would piss off your brothers, especially Damon. Besides, it could be fun.

To be continued...

@hellish-ramblings-of-an-emo thanks for all the help on this one. You’ve been such a kind friend and theirs no one else out there like you.

Update: You can find chapter two on my blog!

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Interior Décor

Hello!

When I made this 4 chapters, I initially thought: “Oh 4 weeks? That’s a long time!”

Why didn’t anyone tell me it wasn’t that long!?! I feel like I just started this and I’m already sad it’s over! Please let me know if you want an epilogue or even some cute little one shots. I already have one in my head but I want to know if anyone would even be interested in it. Please let me know!

Finally,

Thank you everyone who read, re-blogged, liked, commented, or messaged me about this story. I haven’t posted a Zuko fanfiction since I was probably 15 years old and the support I received then wasn’t half as much as I have now. You guys are amazing and wonderful and every single notification I got made me smile brightly. I’d seriously get people asking me why I’m smiling at my phone so much. I’m so grateful to each and every one of you for everything, from my whole heart. Thank you so much. 

Please enjoy the last chapter of Interior Décor! I truly, truly hope you like it!

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Zuko X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Slight Aangst(heh), and some implications

Word Count: 5k

Summary: Iroh felt it was time for the Palace to reflect the time of Peace and Love that Zuko promised five years earlier at his coronation. He takes it upon himself to hire an interior decorator to help his nephew out and work together. What he didn’t expect was for Zuko to possibly find his own peace and love in the process.

Chapter 3: Jacquard >> Chapter 4: Trompe l’oeil >> Epilogue

The next morning, (Y/N) woke up to a chasm in her chest the size of the Earth Kingdom. It was as if several Earthbenders decided to practice their bending inside of her and leave a massive chunk missing from within. She already yearned to see Zuko again.

Burying her face further into her pillow she moaned. Why did they have to get along so well? Why couldn't she have just worked with Iroh the whole time instead of the Fire Lord? Didn't he have people who were supposed to handle the menial stuff like her, instead of himself? She never considered the fact that all the advisors that would come up to him throughout the couple of weeks wouldn't really stay around much. They always seemed busy doing other things, leaving the Fire Lord to his own devices. Leaving him to spend his days with her, laughing, talking, comfortable silences, and dancing.

She remembered how it felt being led around the floor by him. The moment was so intimate, so right, and she wanted to dance with him all over again. It was like a cloud carried her around, a warm, attractive cloud.

Another groan escaped her lips before she pulled herself out of bed to go and make some tea. Her aunt was already outside meditating for the morning, so she had to be silent as she set the pot on its stand and bent some fire to warm it up.

The silence was disturbed when there were three knocks on their front door. Her aunt looked over at her, brows furrowed in confusion at who could be here this early in the morning.

(Y/N) walked toward the door and slid it open to reveal a courier holding a large package wrapped in intricate silk.

"(Y/N)?" He asked, and she nodded in confirmation. The man shoved the package into her hand before rushing back to his ostrich horse and riding away. She stared at him dumbfounded for a moment and then balanced the package in one hand, shutting the door with the other.

"Ooh! A gift! From the Fire Lord?" Her aunt gushed walking up behind her to examine the beautiful box. (Y/N)'s face burned before she moved to the counter to unwrap the present. She wasn't sure if she hoped it was from him or not. If it was, that meant her aunt could possibly spread more rumors about her having an affair with the Fire Lord, but if it wasn't she was sure there would be a twinge of sadness that this random encounter wasn't from him.

As she removed the silk, opened the box and lifted what was inside, she gasped. It was a beautiful dress, very obviously Fire Nation red, but golden lace lined the halter neckline, and the bodice was covered in red roses with green leafs. The skirt was massive as she continued to pull it from the box. Once the item was fully out she couldn't help but admire the beauty.

However, she was slightly annoyed. This must have cost him at least a hundred gold pieces. She knew she had told him that her wardrobe did not consist of a dress that would be acceptable for the celebration, but that didn't mean he had to go out and buy her a new one!

"Oooh look! There's sleeves!" Her aunt said next to her pulling out sleeves that were the same gold to match the neckline. "And a note!" She handed (Y/N) the note and looked at her intensely to see who it was from.

(Y/N),

You said you didn't have a gown and that's the reason you wouldn't come tonight. I had my tailors work over time to make you this because I cannot imagine spending this evening celebrating you, without you there. I will not make a big fuss about you, so you can slip in silently and leave whenever you feel, but please come, at least to see how amazed everyone is going to be at the site of your hard work. Please come, for me.

I truly hope to see you tonight.

Zuko

P.S. I know you're probably worried about my tailors, they were not overworked and have been overly compensated for their duties.  

(Y/N)'s face was as red as the gown as her aunt ripped the note from her hands to read it. With a gasp she looked up at her niece and grinned furiously.

"Exactly how close did you get with the Fire Lord during this time? You implied he was in meetings most of your work days." Her tone pointed and (Y/N) frowned. "Dear, this note isn't just a client 'Thank you' this appears to be a subtle declaration."

Grunting angrily, (Y/N) shoved the dress back into the box and snatched the note and the sleeves from her aunt, forcing them inside as well.

"It doesn't matter, I'm not going tonight anyway. It's highly unprofessional of me to go to this party especially in a dress the Fire Lord had specifically made for me," she grumbled. "I'll just return the garment tomorrow and explain to him how offensive it is for him to expect to buy my attendance to the celebration." Her voice a low hiss as she pushed passed her aunt and into her bedroom, sliding the door shut angrily.

Sitting on the bed, she stared down at the box in her hands. She wasn't exactly angry at Zuko's gift, but she was angry that now she was put in this position. If she went, her aunt would spread all over town that she and the Fire Lord had more than a professional relationship and if she didn't she would waste the tailors' hard work and possibly hurt Zuko.

Who cares what anyone else thinks?

His words rang in her mind as she stared at the golden lace. She honestly only cared what he thought and the fact that he wanted her to go tonight really resonated through her.

Please come, for me.

With a sigh, she placed the box down beside her and dropped her face into the palms of her hands. The internal battle she was dealing with was ripping her apart.

It was easier said than done to ignore what people thought and said about her. If she went tonight, the entire nation's eyes could possibly be watching, scrutinizing her and the Fire Lord.

What was she supposed to do?

Zuko's voice filled her mind once again, "We're supposed to do whatever makes us happy." Why was he always right? He was obviously learning from the notoriously wise Iroh and now passing that wisdom to her.

There was a knock on her door causing her to lift her face from her hands.

"Come in," she mumbled and watched as the door slid to the side and revealed her aunt holding a cup of the tea she had forgotten was brewing.

Sitting down beside her niece, her aunt handed her the cup and then sighed, the deep sound filling the tension stagnant room. While (Y/N) always had a great relationship with her aunt, a strain had formed when her aunt had spread the rumor about her and her first client. She wasn't sure if her aunt ever realized that their bond had weakened slightly, but she tried her best to act as if nothing was wrong.

"I know you know this," her aunt started, "but sometimes I struggle with keeping to myself. I've been alone for a long time. Your uncle died young, your mother and father shut me out after, insisting that I needed to find a new husband or I'd bring shame to the family, and my parents were never really around after your mother and I were married off. Any chance I can, to form a friendship, I take, even if it means hurting the people I love dearly in the process." The older woman frowned as she pat (Y/N)'s knee gently, "I've hurt you with my gossip, and I realize that. I was so excited for your new business and when I thought your first client could also potentially be someone to share your life with, I was happy for you..." trailing off, she couldn't help but sigh again, "but I didn't expect people to take what I had said and turn it into something to harm you. I didn't understand why these women began saying you were a homewrecker when it was common knowledge his wife had already left him. Instead of shutting those rumors down though, I made them worse, and in all honesty, it didn't stop me from creating new ones either."

(Y/N) felt the tears sting the corner of her eyes, begging to be freed from her, to relieve and soothe the pain she was enduring at the memories. They wanted to wash away the sadness. She loved her aunt, but the woman definitely caused a lot of hurt in her life. Even now, as she really did find herself fond of the Fire Lord, she couldn't help but hold back due to the idea that her aunt could spread rumors that would hurt her again. Instead of allowing her pain to show, she gulped down the tea, hoping that it would ease up some of the tension in her body. Once she finished she rested the cup on the bed and stared at her hands, waiting for her aunt to finish whatever she wanted to say.

"I hurt you when I accused you of having anything but a professional relationship with the Fire Lord. I know you're a strong woman who has had to battle many hardships in her life, especially when it comes to love and happiness, and I know I didn't make any of that easier on you even though I was supposed to. For that, I am genuinely sorry." Turning to the box next to her, she lifted the note out and handed it to (Y/N), "I think you should go." The woman whispered and (Y/N)'s head shot up to stare at her aunt. "He clearly cares for you, it's written in this note without even saying it outright. You've been even happier than normal these last couple of weeks whenever you wake up to go see him and when you come home after spending the day with him. I haven't seen that look since you first started your business and you shined at the opportunity to do something you loved. (Y/N) don't let this opportunity of love slip away, even if there is a risk of what people might say. Let them talk about you. As long as you're happy and you've got what you want, let them boil in their own gossip and rumors."

The sob escaped, and (Y/N) shoved her face into her aunt's neck, wrapping her arms around the older woman. Letting her niece cry it out, (Y/N)'s aunt rubbed her back reassuringly and held her tight.

"Thank you," (Y/N) whispered causing her aunt to smile and caress her hair as she pulled back.

"I love you, my dear," the woman smiled, and stood up quickly. "Now, we've got until sunset to get you dolled up and ready for this celebration. When you walk into that room, no one will be able to keep their eyes off of you, especially not that Fire Lord." Her aunt winked before pulling her up and dragging her out of the house toward the shopping district.

Just after sunset, (Y/N) was standing inside her house, dressed in her gown, with her hair curled and flowing around her face, only a small portion was pulled back into a proper bun with golden leaves pinned around it in a circle. She had gotten her makeup done, with golden and maroon hues to accent her dress, and simple gold sandals hidden underneath the dress for easy walking and dancing.

"You look like the queen of the Fire Nation," her aunt gushed as she finished tying the back of her dress. "The poor Fire Lord won't know what hit him when you arrive," she swooned as she came back around to give her niece a final once over. "The party has most likely already begun, so I suggest you get into the carriage now. It's better to arrive fashionably late where everyone will be able to get a good look at you in your grand entrance," she teased.

(Y/N) hugged her aunt and thanked her for everything. She was grateful the woman had talked her into attending the celebration and helped her prepare for it. Their embrace, though only lasting a few moments, seemed to help repair the crack that had been formed for years. When they released, (Y/N) smiled and made her way outside to the carriage they had requested for the evening. A palanquin would have been too expensive, but a carriage was nice, especially since it wasn't too breezy outside to ruin her hair.

After one final wave to her aunt, she was on her way to the Palace, both nervous and excited to see the Fire Lord again.

His eyes darted around, wondering if he'd be able to catch a look at a familiar face with beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes and long (Y/H/C) hair. While he knew that she didn't have to come, he had hoped he had possibly convinced her to with his gift and his note. Though he wanted to spew out in the letter that he didn't want another day to go by without seeing her face, he had to instead be smart about it, in case she didn't return the feelings that swelled within him.

Smiles and hopeful eyes surrounded him as he made his way through the brand new ballroom, filled with diplomats and various other important people that didn't really feel very important to him. Several women had already come up telling him he owed them a dance or two, to which he merely smiled and noncommittally nodded. There was only one person he wanted to dance with tonight and if she wasn't going to be there, he wouldn't step a foot onto that floor without her.

"Ah! Fire Lord Zuko!" A Fire Sage stepped into his path with a bow. "I've been meaning to introduce you to my daughter, Tora," the man gestured to the young woman beside him dressed in a long golden dress with her hair pulled into a tall ponytail. "She's been talking nonstop about this party and the ability to finally dance within the Fire Nation Palace." The Sage chuckled and shoved his daughter toward Zuko.

"It's an honor to meet you Tora," Zuko said, bowing with respect, watching as she flushed but not returning the motion. She giggled and rested her hand on his bicep, squeezing slightly.

"It's my honor, Fire Lord, my father has spoken nothing but good words about you since getting the opportunity to work with you after you took over from your father, shame he didn't turn out to be the man everyone thought he would be." Zuko tensed slightly. No, he turned out to be everything everyone wanted him to be, because the Fire Nation blindly followed his father due to the previous ideals his grandfather and great grandfather had set in their time.

"Yes," Zuko said, already losing interest in the conversation at her words, "it's quite a shame…" he mumbled, looking around to see if anyone could spare him. That's when he spotted a familiar face. "If you'll excuse me, I need to go check on the food for this evening," he rushed away, pulling his arm from her grasp in the process.

Striding up to his hero, Zuko pat his uncle on the back with a grateful smile. Iroh turned to look at him, his face full of roast duck that was being served on a stick.

"Nephew!" Iroh mumbled with his mouth packed, "this party is wonderful! The ballroom is beautiful." Zuko nodded his head, looking around at the glow of the lights from the chandeliers and the ornate imagery of dragons and fire painted into the ceiling. "Speaking of beauty, where is the wonderful creature behind this room? I assumed she'd be here to celebrate with you." The older man said with a wink. Zuko's face flushed for a moment before he took a piece of duck off of Iroh's skewer and shoved it into his own mouth, taking a second to come up with a proper reply to his uncle's very loaded question.

"I've invited her, but she implied that she didn't really like the idea of celebrating herself, she felt it unprofessional," his voice thick with sadness as he thought about her not wanting to be around him. Iroh patted his nephew's face and smiled.

"Don't count your losses yet," he said reassuringly, "she could still come." Zuko nodded his head, hopeful but still disappointed.

He wasn't sure how it happened so quickly. It felt like he went from loathing the idea of someone spending several weeks in his house, going over everything wrong with it, to counting the time until he'd be able to see her again after she had just left for the day. Their bond formed so quickly it didn't seem to be something solid for him to consider, but no matter how hard he tried to banish it from his mind, she just walked right back into his head, perfection and all, telling him that it wasn't that easy to get rid of her. He loved how strong she was but also that she cared so much about him and even his uncle in the small time they knew each other. She was fiery and passionate about her job and he wondered if that would translate the same into a relationship as well… a relationship with a certain head of the Fire Nation.

However, he was worried that he'd never be able to see her again. What if she didn't come tonight? He'd be stuck wondering what would have happened if she had. Would he admit to her his feelings? Would she have returned them? Would they have danced together? Kissed?

Zuko let out a deep sigh and removed himself from his head, turning his attention back on his uncle who seemed to be examining the table of food for something else to enjoy. Shaking his head with an amused grin, Zuko grabbed a slice of ash banana bread and popped it into his mouth, enjoying the warm, sweet taste.

"Sir," his advisor Shuro appeared next to him, "the council would like for you to have a quick word with them in the chambers, it appears there are some rumors of an attack on the Earth Kingdom by Fire Nation rebels," he whispered. Zuko groaned and nodded his head, gesturing for his advisor to lead the way, also grabbing Iroh by the arm and pulling him along.

He wanted this to be a no work event, where he could enjoy himself, his people could enjoy themselves and maybe, just maybe, he could spend the evening with someone he cared about.

As (Y/N) entered the ballroom, she couldn't help but notice several eyes land on her. Scrutinizing  faces from several women and lots of whispering began as she strode into the room, looking around for the Fire Lord himself. She knew she could spot him in a crowd of thousands, so when she didn't see him, she had to assume he wasn't there. Frowning, she made her way quickly to the food table to find something to distract her from the ache in her chest at the fact that he was most likely busy with someone else, whether that be a possible courtship or someone from the council. She picked up a single tea sandwich and nibbled on it, looking around the grand room at all the people. Some were dancing, which made her smile, others were swaying while they talked, a few were laughing and drinking heavily. It was a wonderful atmosphere filled with merriment and joy, something the Fire Nation had been without for the last one hundred years, of their own accord, of course.

Women were dressed in beautiful gowns some Fire Nation colored, others from various Nations like the Earth Kingdom and Water Tribes, some even differing from the cultures and made up of glorious silks that were every color imaginable. She was definitely grateful for Zuko providing her with the dress, because anything she had remotely close to acceptable would have paled dramatically in comparison.

Munching on her sandwich, she watched as a man strode toward her with a smooth smile on his face. Her heart dropped knowing that this wasn't going to be good, he looked ready to hunt and she didn't feel like being the prey today.

"What's a beautiful woman like you doing over here by yourself?" He asked, flipping his head to the side and flashing a toothy smile at her. Internally groaning, she returned a curve of her lips that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"I'm waiting for someone," she said politely.

"Obviously he's a fool for leaving you alone," the man sidled up to her, reaching behind her to grab a fig and attempting to seductively eat it while staring her in the eye. She let out an unamused giggle, it sounded more like a sigh than a laugh, and shook her head.

"He's just a busy man," she amended, but it didn't help. After finishing his fig, he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him.

"Let's dance while you wait for him, though I'm not classically trained, I can hold my own," his grip on her fingers was tense but she managed to rip herself from his grasp and frown.

"I'll pass thank you," she replied harshly. Before he could say another word, she stormed away, attempting to look for any relief in sight. That's when she saw an escape and ducked for it, hoping no one noticed as she slipped down the stairs and out into the beautiful garden. The turtle ducks quacked happily in the glow of the moonlight that now lit up the whole garden.

She let out a breath she had apparently been holding in since her departure from the creepy man, and leaned against the large tree in relief. Tonight was not exactly going how she planned. While it may have been her imagination, she wanted to walk into the room, have everyone stop to look at her in awe, and then watch as the Fire Lord shoved his way through the crowed to pull her toward him in front of everyone and kiss her deeply.

Instead she had been scoffed at, hidden in a corner hoping that maybe she could find some peace in food, only to be rudely manhandled by some obviously drunken man who didn't understand she wasn't interested in him. She felt like a fool for thinking that tonight would be magical, like those tales her mother used to read to her when she was young.

Zuko was too busy for her, she should have expected that. He was the Fire Lord for crying out loud, why did she think he would drop everything for her? Maybe it was because he had during the redecoration… or maybe it's because she hoped that his feelings for her were somehow as strong as hers for him.

Again, she was just a fool though, thinking that the Lord of the Fire Nation would actually see anything in her other than a decorator. That's what she had wanted wasn't it? A professional relationship that didn't come with the backlash of rumors and heartache? Why did she feel so empty though at that thought? Why is it, instead of picturing Zuko as her client, she only saw him as her friend, and even potentially more? Why did she even come here tonight?

Zuko was finally free from his meeting, grateful they had found a solution for the possible Earth Kingdom attack. Now he was able to enjoy the night and freely walk around and mingle.

With his gaze once again darting around the room in hopes of seeing her, he realized he was disappointed that she seemed nowhere to be found. At the sight of the Fire Lord back within the party, several women rushed forward, begging him for their dance now. Zuko cringed outwardly and held up his hands assuring the women that he wasn't really the dancing type. He insisted that he needed a bit of air and politely circled around them to escape their yearning eyes.

The Fire Lord made his way to the garden, silently going down the steps, hoping no one had spotted him in his departure. He froze though, when his eyes landed on a familiar figure crouched down next to the pond, petting the turtle ducks with her finger.

"You came…" he breathed out relieved as he walked toward her. Her head turned to look at him and her face lit up. Standing tall, she watched as he strode up next to her, his face bright with a smile. "You…" he paused as his gaze finally examined her. "You look… good," he said awkwardly and then slammed his palm to his face, causing her to giggle.

"Thank you, it's a Fire Nation original," she teased, attempting to let him know she wasn't offended by his lack of words. "You look really nice too, but of course you always do in Fire Nation colors." His face burned at her compliment. Turning toward the party that still went on in the ballroom she smiled, "you sure know how to throw a party, Fire Lord Zuko, everyone really seems to be enjoying themselves."

"Are you?" He asked, curious as she was out here by herself. She looked back to him and nodded her head with the corner of her mouth turned up slightly.

"Yes, I just can't seem to keep myself away from this garden and these little darlings," the woman said, gesturing to the turtle ducks. "Have you gotten some time to relax and have a little fun?"

"Not really, but that's okay, I have a new bedroom I can use to unwind and relax in at night," he winked, finally gaining a bit of confidence to flirt with her. Another laugh escaped her and Zuko's heart swelled at the sound. "(Y/N), I'm really glad you came tonight. All day I dreaded the idea of having this party and not enjoying it with you." At his words, she blushed. "I also don't enjoy the fact that I won't be seeing you everyday anymore and I want to find a way to remedy that." Letting out a harsh laugh, (Y/N) shook her head.

"Trust me Fire Lord Zuko, you won't even remember me after a couple of weeks." Her insecurities rearing their evil head, attempting to shut down the fluttering in her chest.

"No, I'll remember you," he said, stepping toward her. Her eyes met his and he could see the fear within them. "I'd rather not risk that though and just see you as often as I can." His voice was low and husky.

"What would you have me do? Decorate something else? We did most of the Palace, everything I didn't touch was already perfectly fine."

"The Palace is perfect now, thanks to you, but I was thinking you might want to come and see me, not my Ballroom or my Throne room," he teased with a smirk, resting his hand on her cheek. "Maybe we could have lunches and dinners together, or take a trip somewhere, I'd like you to meet my friends and get to know them because I think they'd love you," he paused and took a deep breath, "like I'm beginning to." She sucked in a breath at his declaration. "I'd like the opportunity to spend every spare minute I have with you and laugh with you. I love your laugh so much (Y/N) it makes my entire day. I play it through my head all throughout my meetings, trying to remind myself of it until the next time I get to hear it," obviously a giggle escaped her lips at the sentiment causing a goofy smile to appear on the Fire Lord's face.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" She asked, sounding fearful, "I know we talked about it but what will people say when they see us together?" Shaking her head nervously she wasn't sure what to do, everything he said sounded wonderful but she didn't want him to make a mistake.

"I know what I want, I want what makes me happy, and that's you. Do I make you happy?" He asked, his voice determined.

"Yes more than anything." Her words left her lips in a whisper, "I couldn't believe I was falling in love with the Fire Lord until I woke up this morning and felt like someone had taken my heart out and left a hole in it, at the thought we wouldn't be together again."

Zuko grinned before moving his hand to take hers, and resting his other one on her waist. She smiled back at him, aware of what he was trying to do before placing her hand on his shoulder and allowing him to sway her around the grass. Their eyes never left each other's as they danced to the softened music behind them in the ballroom.

"I swore to myself that if I didn't get to dance with you tonight, I wasn't going to dance with anyone else," he replied with a chuckle, rubbing her back with his thumb as he guided her. "You're the only one I want to dance with… other than Aang, but that's a dragon thing," he joked and she laughed again.

He couldn't stop himself, at the sound of her laugh, he dipped his head forward and captured her lips with his, relieved when she reciprocated the action with fervor.

Their swaying stopped but their mouths didn't part as Zuko moved his hands to fully encase her hips and hers slid up to his neck where she pulled him closer, as if it were possible.

When they both separated for air, Zuko let out a smile, before pecking her on the lips once more with affection.

Standing on the platform with a bright grin on his face, Iroh watched as his nephew and (Y/N) returned to their dancing stance and swayed in contentment once more. He was grateful Zuko was finally able to enjoy himself and was happy that it was with someone as wonderful as she was. Behind him, Shuro popped up asking Iroh if he had seen the Fire Lord anywhere, Iroh shook his head and led the man away, ensuring that his nephew got some peace and love.

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The archer - Tim Drake x reader 5/?

Requested: no

Warnings: Death, blood, cursing, mentions of Arrow tv show

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Summary: Y/n Queen will be living in the Wayne Manor for a while, and Dick Grayson decided to be the cupid between her and his little brother Tim Drake

Word count: 2.999

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 6 - Part 7

The wind was harsh against the skin on the cold autumn night, the trees's leaves kept making the same noise. The dirty floor was cold against your knees as you haplessly stared at the man in front of you. Your head was still dizzy from the car coming to an abrupt halt a few minutes ago, making you hit your head hard. There was a few drops of blood coming out from the cut on your forehead.

Oliver was yelling something, staring down the man in front of you with pure hatred and disgust in his face. He too had his hands tied, trying to brake free from the ropes around his wrists. Your brother took a glance at you, his face only hardening even more as he saw the fear in your eyes.

You stared at your mom, also on her knees in front of you. 

What was going on?

Before you could even process it fully, a sword ripped trough her chest, making her completely fall on the floor. You think you screamed, you couldn't really remember it. Oliver yelled something as you watched the blood pull around your knees and your mom's lifeless eyes stare down at you.

You adverted your gaze, watching Slade Wilson give you a sly smirk before disappearing in the shadows. 

You sat up abruptly on the bed, sweat dripping off your forehead as your chest rises and falls quickly in heavy breaths. Your hands were shaking.

"Pretty bird, hey..." Tim grabbed your hands, making you look at him "It's ok, it's ok. I'm here."

You allowed him to embrace you in his arms, caressing your hair softly and whispering sweet words in your ear. You gripped his shirt into your fists, letting a sob rack your body. You hated, hated, when you had nightmares about the night your mom was murdered right in front of you. You still remembered if vividly, how you couldn't properly sleep for weeks and that Roy would sit wit you awake playing video game with you, just trying to cheer you up, how Oliver closed himself up until Dinah pointed out to him that drifting away from you was doing no good to the both of you. 

"I'm s-sorry." you hiccuped, breaking free from the hug "Did I wake you up?"

"You don't have to apologize." Tim smiled at you, his eyes showing concern, his hands wiped away your tears "Do you want to talk about it?"

You looked away. Tim already had so much to deal with, and here you were disturbing his sleep and making him worry about you. There are other things to be worried about right now, such as the massacre at the Casino two nights ago, and lots of other cases to deal with. 

"Hey, don't give me this look." He pulled you even closer, you rested your head on the crock of his neck "You can talk to me about anything you want. You are not bothering me."

You sighted "I just had a nightmare about the night my mom died. I know its been years, but I still remember watching Slade..." your breath got caught up in tour throat 

"It's ok, you don't have to say anything else." he kissed your forehead "Do you want anything? Some tea or watch tv? Anything and we'll do it together."

You smiled against his neck. He truly was an incredible person. You shook your head, slipping your arms around his torso and inhaling his perfume.

You and Tim had been at his room watching a movie when you started falling asleep. You decided it wouldn't be a bad thing to sleep next to him again, so you just lied in his bed and allowed sleep to hug you. What you didn't expect was to have a nightmare and wake up the boy who so desperately needed to sleep. 

"Let's go back to sleep." you suggested, pulling away from him and ready to leave his bed when he grabbed your arm pulling you back, your back hitting the mattress as he hovered above you

"Where do you think you're going?" he frowned, staring down at you

You felt your cheeks heat up with how close your faces were, if you moved your head just a bit, you could kiss his lips.

"To my bedroom. I already woke you up, I don't want to risk it having another nightmare and waking you again."

"No. You're not sleeping alone after having had a nightmare." he shook his head "I don't care if you wake me up again, I know how bad nightmares can be. I want to be here for you."

His hands cradled your face, gently running his thumb over your bottom lip. You stared at him, waiting for his next move. Your heart beating like crazy inside your ribcage.

He leaned down a bit, lips just about to brush. Tim hesitated, was it ok to kiss you right now? He didn't want you to think he was taking advantage of your fragile state, but then your lips met him halfway there.

He hummed in contentment when your hands found his hair, letting your fingers massage his scalp. He angled your head so he could slip his tongue inside your mouth, tasting your toothpaste. The kiss was sweet and nice, everything you needed right now, and everything you've been expecting since the almost kiss at the batcave a few weeks ago. 

When you two pulled apart, you both had matching grins on your faces. 

"I'll stay." you said "I want to be here for you, too."

Tim smiled, pecking your lips two more times, before lying down beside you. He tugged at your waist, pulling you closer to his body. You curled yourself around him, enjoining his warmth and the safe feeling you got with his arms around you. 

Dick was blabbing about something you couldn't quiet comprehend. After having woken up almost at the time you should be up for class, you are pretty tired after three two hour lectures. You were sitting at the counter on the Wayne Manor kitchen, drinking some coffee and trying to keep up with what he was saying.

Tim seemed to understand him pretty well, he stayed up the whole night even after you had fallen asleep, just making sure you were alright. That was very sweet of him, but did too little not to make your heart ache knowing today his lack of sleep was because of you. Your boyfriend (or so you hoped to be boyfriend) was way better at going trough his day without sleeping properly, or sleeping at all. You, on the other hand, were feeling a bit cranky and you doubted that had only to do with the fact that you didn't sleep very well. 

At one of your lectures, you met this really stupid boy that didn't seem to know when to shut up. Also, he thought it was ok to catcall you, even after you told him you had a boyfriend and asked him to back off. That only infuriated you further, and being a Queen meant you were a public figure, hanging out with the Waynes only made you be even more on the spotlight, so you couldn't punch him and break his nose unless you wanted end up on the headlines of every gossip blog out there. 

You looked up from your third cup of coffee in time to see a man walk into the kitchen right beside Bruce. You'd know that face anywhere, even if it was a bit bruised.

"Oliver!" you exclaimed, jumping out of your sit and into your brother's arms "You're back! I thought you said you wouldn't be back until next week."

He chuckled, hugging you back.

"Well, the mission was cut short." he patted your back, you let go of him, inspecting him real close "I missed you, kiddo."

"Are you hurt? What was the mission about? And, I missed you too."

Oliver smiled down at you, but you weren't going to let him out with just a smile. You wanted to know what the mission was and why he didn't take you with him. 

"We'll talk later, in private." 

You nodded, watching him move around you to say hello to Dick and Tim. 

You looked over at your boyfriend-not-boyfriend and saw his wide eyes stare back at you. You had to bit back a smile, he was nervous to see your brother, even if they had met before. 

"Ah, Tim. It's good to see you again." Oliver said, patting him a bit harshly on the shoulder "I heard you and my sister have been getting along just fine."

Oh boy. Who ratted you out? You bet it was Jason who gossiped about it with Roy who snitched you out to your brother before you even got the chance to tell him yourself. When you see that man, he won't even a chance to think about the arrow flying his way.

"Hi, Oliver. It's nice to see you too." Tim smiled thought his distress "Yeah, me and y/n have been getting a long just fine, she's amazing, impossible not to like."

Your brother seemed satisfied with the answer, for now. You know he will come back once he hears more details coming from you. For now, just letting Tim know he knows was enough to say I am her big brother and I've got my eyes on you. At least, he didn't pull up an interesting scary fact about his archery like he did when you met Bart Allen - all the poor boy did was compliment your outfit.

You smiled at Tim once he glanced back at you, his shoulders seemed to relax. You resumed to your place beside him, quietly slipping your hand into his under the table, squeezing it to let him know it was alright and he did a good job at shooing your brother away from making more awkward questions.

"I have some League business to discuss with Bruce, but once we're done, we can go out for dinner." Oliver said, smoothing your hair and smiling at you 

"Sure. I'll see you soon." you smiled back at him

The two older man left the room, leaving you alone with the Wayne boys one more time.

"That was so adorable, you told Oliver about you and Tim!" Dick exclaimed, he placed his elbow on the table, leaning his face over his hand "So tell me, what is exactly going on between you two?"

You frowned "I haven't told Oliver anything yet, someone blabbed it out to him before I could."

Dick frowned back. 

"Ok. So you can practice by telling me." He smiled again

Tim shook his head, pulling you off your sit and dragging you out of the kitchen. 

"What is going on between us is none of your business, Dick." He called over his shoulder, dragging you up the stairs and into your room

He closed the door behind you, sitting on your bed and staring at you. You frowned, sitting beside him.

"What's going on?" you questioned him

Tim sighted, shifting in bed so he could look better at you. You eyed him apprehensive, not knowing what to expect from his sudden atitude. 

"I, uh." He stuttered a bit before taking a deep breath "I think I am falling in love with you. I really want to do this with you, us, I want us to be in a relationship."

You smiled at his words, leaning in until your lips touched in a sweet kiss. That was all you wanted to hear from him for a while now. You were glad his feelings were going in the same direction as yours. When you pulled apart, you were still smiling while he had his eyes closed, still amazed by the kiss.

"Yes, I want this too."

The Big Belly Burger smelled like fries and ice cream. You were sitting in a booth at the far end of the fast food restaurant with your brother right in front of you, and big burger, fries and milkshakes. You two were finally having some sibling quality time after he'd been away for two months straight. 

"So... Are you going to tell me everything now?"

"You sure are curious." he laughed, shaking his head "I know this doesn't look like the place to have such a serious conversation, but I thought a scenario like this could be good for what I have to tell you."

You became wary of what he was going to tell you. What could've happened that was so bad? You sure had been trough a lot of bad situations since he became the Green Arrow, you were traumatized for most part because you were very young in some of the things that happened, but you did learn how to deal with it. This is just Oliver being a big brother.

"I am guessing you remember the whole Ninth Circle thing with Emiko and all." he started

You nodded your head, of course you remembered everything. That little shit you call sister tried to kill you all.

When Emiko first showed up you were delighted you had a sister, then you were a bit weirded out you had a sister, then you were sad your father had had an affair with this woman called Shado and proceeded to hid the fact that he had another kid. Emiko had to live trough a lot of shit just because your dad didn't have the guts to tell your mom and everyone else that he had another daughter. 

Shado hated your father for it, for turning his back you her and their daughter. She was part of this secret organization called the Ninth Circle and formed the perfect plan to kill you and your brother. She sent Emiko to infiltrated your lives and then kill you both, but fortunately, your sister was against her mother's ideas and forged Oliver's death for a while just to lure her out so you all could fight her. 

That all happened nearly a year and a half ago, ever since the Ninth Circle has been silent as hell. Of course, you were a bit suspicious as to why they haven't tried to retaliate yet, but you sure weren't going to complain having a bit of peace in your life, that's until the massacre at the Casino three nights ago.

"You were on a mission investigation them? Is that why you took Emiko and not me?" you questioned, assuming this is were the conversation was leading to

"Yes." Oliver nodded his head "Ever since finding out Malcom was involved with them as well, I assumed it wouldn't be a bad idea to keep a close eye on him, that led us to finding out some of the locations they have meetings. We've been following this lead for the past two months."”

You frowned "And you think they didn't realize it?"

"Well, yeah, that's were I got this black eye from. But we did manage to get some useful informations on them."

"Such as...?"

That's when his posture changed. Oliver suddenly wasn't telling you just a normal mission like he always does. It was something bigger, something more that you didn't know what to expect. 

"We got into their data base and found out the list of the members and former members of the organization."

You smiled "Oliver, that's great. Why are you sounding like it is so bad?"

He sighted "Because this is one of the names we found on the list."

He slid a paper towards you trough the table. It had a very long list of names, some of them were highlighted in pink, which made you realize it was people you knew. But then it struck to you, right by the end of the paper was a name you didn't think you'd ever read in a list like this.

Moira Queen.

Your throat was dry and it felt like the whole world stopped spinning for a few seconds before it all came crashing down into you.

Ok, maybe she was part of it before everything else. Maybe it was all Malcom's fault, they were friends before she died, maybe he persuaded her into associating herself with them. There was no way your mom would do that. 

You blabbed your thoughts out loud to your brother, hoping he would nod and you two could laugh awkwardly about it and then move on with the investigating as if that information meant nothing. 

"She's alive, Y/n."

Oh well, that was so much worse than reading her name on the list and your previous thoughts. 

"That's not possible! That's... That's impossible, Oliver!" you said in disbelief "I saw her die, I watched Slade rip her chest with his sword. There is no way that mom is alive."

"I know, I know this sounds absurd, but it is true." he kept his calm while you were freaking out "I saw her, Y/nn, I talked to her."

You shook your head, chocking on your breath as you swallowed your tears. 

"No, mom is not part of this. She had nothing to do with the Casino slaughter."

He didn't question you what you were talking about, he probably talked to Bruce about this earlier while they were discussing the League business.

"She is, unfortunately she is." he said in a soft tone "The whole League of Assassins stuff was her idea, she suggested to Malcom for you to be held as the prize and be taken to the League with him for training. She wants us by her side, even if Shado says no, we are her children. Mom wants us to be part of it."

You shook your head.

"You're not going to treat mom like a criminal."

"She is acting like one, Y/n."

You abruptly left the table. This was too much to take all at once.

"Don't you dare follow me." you hissed as you left the establishment 

You wanted to scream so badly. 

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Lovely, Chapter 2 {ACOTAR}

A/N: Chaptet 2 is finally here! Once again, this a joint project between myself and @tacmc. It’s similar to our last joint project, Tending to the Fire, but while we swapped off on chapters, these chapters are written by us both. We hope you enjoy it and you can look for Chapter 3 to be posted on @tacmc’s page soon! (Both of us have Chapter Indexes for this story, so no matter which one of us posts a chapter, you can find the entirety of the story on both of our blogs!)

By the time the headmistress arrived at the Velaris Institute of the Arts, Nesta had already been waiting outside the front doors for over 20 minutes.

“Miss Archeron,” she said, giving her a polite smile. “It’s not even 7:30. You’re quite early.”

She returned the gesture as well as she could. She’d actually been here since 7:00, but wasn’t going to tell her that. “Yes, ma’am. Just excited to get my studio set up.”

She unlocked the door and held it open for her. “Well, be my guest. You know well where your studio is. I’ll have a set of keys for you this afternoon. Oh and Nesta?” She said, as she walked by. “Welcome back to VIA.”

The smile that graced her features wasn’t forced for once. “Thank you, Mrs. Birch.”

The older woman gripped her hand and smiled at her warmly. “I’m not your instructor anymore, Nesta. It’s Alis.”

Nesta nodded at her and squeezed her hand. “Thank you, Alis.”

As Nesta walked through that halls of her alma mater, she couldn’t believe that her dreams were beginning to come true. All she’d ever wanted to do as a girl was dance. When her mother had died, the only way she managed to her through it was by throwing herself into her art. Feyre had her painting and Elain leaned on their father, useless as he was, but Nesta found the only way she could lose herself was in the music.

Not much had changed in the years since.

Except now she was hoping to have the same effect on her students that her instructor had on her.

As she rounded the corner to her studio, the memories flooded her.

She had spent many mornings, afternoons, and nights in this very room.

She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the air conditioner running in the hall. She could hear a piano being played down the hall and it was almost as if she was transported back in time. If she focused hard enough, she was sure that she’d be able to hear the song she used for her Senior Showcase, the song that reverberated through this studio for months on end.

Instead, she was ripped from her memories by the sound of a drum kit from somewhere down the hall.

Her eyes flew open and she set her purse and supplies on the desk - her desk, she reminded herself and made her way down the hall towards the music wing.

She found the double doors, which were designed to be sound proof when closed, wide open, allowing the crash of the symbols to carry down the hallway towards her studio. And there, sitting behind the drum set, was the man who had ruined her suede shoes the night before.

As a greeting, she said, “You have got to be kidding me.”

The drumming quickly, and awkwardly, faded away as he looked up, meeting her dumbfounded stare with a sly grin.

“Hello, beautiful,” he said, with a wink. “Fancy meeting you here. Following me?”

She did not have strong enough words for the anger brewing inside of her.

“Please tell me you broke in and are about to make a highly illegal escape with these instruments?”

He glanced around the room before meeting her gaze again and standing up from the drum set. “Seeing as most of these instruments belong to me, I don’t think I need to do anything highly illegal to take them anywhere. But I must say I’m partial to how they’re set up, wouldn’t you agree?” He stopped in front of her and gazed around the room. “The acoustics in here are wonderful.” Nesta tried to keep her lip from curling, she really did. “You must be our new madam.”

Nesta blinked. “Madam?”

He turned away from her and stepped across the room, leaning against his desk. Mr. Nazari was spray painted across the front. “You know, the new ballet instructor? Or, I guess, all forms of dancing?”

Nesta blinked, again, unable to help the humorless laughter that fell from her lips. “I…”

“Take your time,” he grinned, sitting on his desk. “I’ll wait. I’m Cassian, by the way.”

“Nesta. I’m Nesta Archeron. And yes, I’m the new instructor of dance.”

Cassian chuckled and pulled his hair back into a messy bun at the back of his head. “Well in case no one has told you, Nesta Archeron, welcome to the Velaris Institute of the Arts. They call me the ‘Master of Music’.”

Nesta bit off the retort she wanted to spit at him that this was her home first, not his, and instead asked. “Master? That’s a pretty prestigious title to give yourself.”

“Oh sweetheart,” he said, crossing the room and sitting at the piano. “I didn’t give it to myself.” His fingers danced lightly over the keys, playing out a soft melody. “You can close the doors on your way out. I wouldn’t want to disturb your routine.”

He winked at her and Nesta tried ignore the butterflies in her stomach when he looked at her.

She turned and left his studio, the sound of the piano following her back into the dance wing. She pulled the double doors shut behind her and leaned back on them, closing her eyes.

Silence filled her senses.

She had been dreaming of returning to VIA for years and finally, she was here. She was going to focus on those dreams and help her students’ dreams become a reality, too.

And she was going to do it all, while pretending the handsome man down the hall didn’t exist.

Feyre woke up the next morning with a slight headache. She didn’t think she had drunk that much, but it had been a few years since she had stumbled into a bar for a drink. She couldn’t help it. She kept asking for another because she was enjoying herself.

Thanks to the bartender.

Rhysand.

He was kind, surprisingly.

She didn’t think that men who looked so sexy and seductive could actually be decent human beings. Typically, such men were assholes. Speaking of dickwads, she checked her phone and saw that she had countless missed calls and texts from Tam.

With a curse, she crawled out of bed, unable to stop her mind from wandering to a man that was not her boyfriend.

Even though she wasn’t even sure where they stood after she stormed out of the restaurant the night before.

She was still pissed. She didn’t want to call him back, didn’t want to text him. She wanted to take her hand and slap his face like they did in old, cheesy soap operas.

He deserved a good slap.

Or a push down the stairs.

Neither of those facts stopped him from knocking on her door as she walked into the kitchen for an Advil.

She left him hanging for a moment, though. She may not have had the nerve for a slap, but she could leave him knocking for a minute or two.

“Feyre!” he called, knocking as she took a couple of pain killers. “It’s me, baby. Open up!”

She did.

“Let me in,” he pleaded.

She did that, too.

He looked handsome, she’d give him that. He wore his sweatpants, his sweatshirt, his beanie. Feyre preferred him this way as opposed to his business attire. When he put on the suit, he changed.

At first, their relationship was amazing. She had thought he was the one. Lately, though, he was a different person. Controlling. Demeaning. It was usually worse around his colleagues. When he was in his suit and tie.

“You never called me back,” he said, tossing his keys on her kitchen counter.

“I was busy,” she shrugged.

His eyes narrowed. “Doing what?”

“Does it matter?” she snapped. “You already have a thought in your mind about what happened. You always do that. Accuse me. I have been nothing but loyal to your greedy ass for the last year and a half and what do I get in return? Called fat while being treated like your bitch in front of all your friends.”

Tamlin closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he walked to Feyre. He stopped in front of her and brushed her cheek with his fingers. “I’m sorry, baby. Forgive me, please.”

“Yeah, well,” she began, but the bite in her voice had vanished with his touch. “You’ve been saying that you’re sorry a lot lately.”

“I know, I know,” he said, kissing her forehead. “I’ll be better. I promise.”

“I want to believe you…” she trailed off because their eyes had connected and his lips were on hers within seconds.

She didn’t fight it. She didn’t push him away. She let him kiss her, let him touch her. She hated how natural kissing Tamlin was, even when she was pissed at him.

She wanted to blow up.

Wanted to throw things, break things.

But, instead, she found herself melting into his touch.

“I love you,” he said, against her lips.

“I’m still mad at you,” she mumbled.

“I know,” he said. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

“You're promising a lot.”

“I know. And I mean it.”

When Feyre pulled back, he popped into her mind again. His violet eyes, his tanned skin, his black hair that matched the inky swirls that covered his arms, his neck.

“What are you thinking about?” Tamlin asked, pulling her closer.

“You,” she lied. “How glad I am that you’re here.”

“I’m glad I’m here too,” he said. “Wanna get into bed for a while?”

Feyre hesitated, but then she could see his oncoming anger and confrontation so she nodded.

Tamlin’s wrath was one thing Feyre hated, one thing she couldn’t face.

“I was hoping we could go out,” she said, quickly, hoping he wouldn’t know it was an excuse. “Just me and you.”

“I don’t wanna go out,” he said. “I wanna stay in.”

Feyre raised a brow. “Since when don’t you wanna go out? You hate staying in.”

“Well, tonight I do want to stay in,” he smiled, lazily, as he tossed his phone and wallet on the kitchen table. “Be right back. When I come out, I’ll make it all up to you. I promise.”

Feyre sighed as he shut the bathroom door behind him.

She’d barely made it two steps before his phone started vibrating against the thin wooden table.

One message.

Then two.

Feyre glanced at the name that came across the banner: Brannagh.

She groaned inwardly as she opened Tamlin’s phone and read the messages.

Last night was fun.

Wanna come over again tonight?

Feyre couldn’t breathe.

She felt sick.

How could he come into her apartment and demand answers as to why she hadn’t answered her phone, after he’d been an ass, when he was with Branagh?

Last night was fun.

What a prick.

The moment he came out of the bathroom, Feyre was pissed. Her hands were shaking as she held up his phone. “Branagh texted.”

Tamlin raised a brow as he slowed himself to a stop. “You looked at my phone?”

Feyre scoffed. “Yes! It was ringing and, as your girlfriend, I didn’t think that it would be an issue.”

Tamlin calmy reached over and took his phone, reading the messages for himself. His eyelids fluttered shut. “Feyre-”

“Did you sleep with her?”

He didn’t answer right away. “Feyre…”

“Answer me!”

Tamlin stayed quiet for a minute, shoving his hands into his sweatpants. “You were pissed at me. I thought we were through.”

Feyre laughed, humorlessly. “You slept with Branagh because you thought we were through? Wow, Tam.” She was speechless, completely unsure of what to say. But when he tried to take a step toward her, Feyre took a big step back. “Don’t come near me. Don’t touch me. Don’t look at me. And get out of my house.”

“Feyre, baby-”

“Get out!” she yelled, taking it upon herself to throw the door open. “Don’t call me. Don’t text me. Leave me alone. We’re done.”

Tamlin looked at her for a long while, but she didn’t budge.

Despite her order, he kissed her cheek as he stepped toward the door. “I’ll call you later, okay?”

When she didn’t answer, he left.

Elain hurried to Main Street an hour before her shop was to open.

She was forced to ride the bus, thanks to her car’s mishap the day before. Elain had never known much about cars. Both Azriel and the mechanic at the shop attempted to help her understand, and she nodded along as if she knew what they were talking about, but she had still gone home and gone to bed knowing absolutely nothing.

So, with her purse slung over her shoulder and her notebook clung tightly against the chest of her bright yellow sundress, Elain waved and smiled at the street vendors as she went to work.

Elain loved Velaris.

She loved the friendly people.

She loved that she had found her purpose in such a wonderful city.

As she strode upon her shop and fiddled around in her bag for her key, Elain froze, catching the reflection of the shop across from hers in the window.

Or, the truck sitting in front of it.

Azriel got out of the driver’s side and opened up the door behind his. Elain, forgetting about her key, watched curiously as Azriel wrestled a car seat out of the back.

As if he noticed her eyes on him, he glanced up.

At first, he was surprised, but a slow smile crept across his lips, lighting up his face.

He gave her a little wave as she looked both ways, and hurried across the middle of Main Street.

They were the complete opposite of one another. Him, dressed completely in black, in jeans and an old hoodie; and, her, in a bright yellow that made her brown eyes look like they were tinted with gold.

“This is your shop?” she asked, in way of greeting.

He laughed, quietly. “Yeah. Small world, isn’t it?”

Elain agreed. She had been at her spot on Main Street for nearly a year and never gave the tattoo parlor across the street a second glance.

“And who is this?” Elain asked, bending down to get a better look in the car seat.

A chubby, baby boy looked up at her with fuzzy, black hair and bright, hazel eyes.

“Oh my goodness,” Elain beamed, hand over her heart. “He looks just like you. Is he yours?”

“Yeah,” Azriel smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.

As the sudden realization hit Elain of what has to happen to make an infant, she blushed. Not that she had expected anything to happen between her and Azriel - she hadn’t even expected to see him again - but after their lunch the other day, she thought they had really connected. She had never thought that there would be another woman in his life.

“How old is he?” she asked. “What’s his name?”

“Asher,” Azriel said, smiling down at his son. “Six months. We only have a few hours together before I have to bring him back to his...mother’s, but I just had to run into the shop to grab my deposits before we went to the park for a while.”

She noted the way he cringed when he said mother’s, but didn’t ask. No matter how much she wanted to.

“Well, you two have a fun time together,” she smiled and leaned down again to see Asher. “It was nice to meet you, cutie. Yes it was.”

Asher giggled and kicked his feet, making Azriel laugh. “He likes you.”

“Is he the only one?”

The question flew out of her mouth in the excitement, but once she began to stutter a follow up retort, Azriel’s smile softened. “No. No, he’s not.”

Elain’s cheeks were burning so hotly that she glanced down at her vintage mary-janes to hide them.

“Would you like to join us?” Azriel asked. “At the park? I know it’s not that exciting, but it’s a nice day.”

It was a perfect day. The sun was high, not a cloud in sight.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” Elain shook her head.

Azriel’s eyes dimmed, but his smile remained. It couldn’t have been easy being a single father, and when Elain realized he thought he was being rejected, she caught herself. “Oh, no! I just...I open the boutique in a few minutes,” she said, gesturing to her shop behind her. “But, I mean, if you don’t have plans….tonight?”

Azriel looked away from Asher, who was still smiling and kicking his feet. “I’m working late tonight. Tomorrow? Around seven?”

Elain nibbled on her lip as she nodded. “Tomorrow sounds lovely.”

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Alright babes this is the acctual update

Hello again, this is gonna belong. Also, today is the day I need to submit this blog so I'll be making multiple posts.

First off, I haven't kept up with Attack on Titan cause I've been quite busy. As I mentioned before procrastinating is not an easy job and anyone that says the contrary is lying. Also haven't watched any more of Sasaki to Miyano and X files for the same reason. But I will be doing posts once the series ends and I've seen all of it.

I did however finish Pam and Tommy and I gave it a 6/10. I did like the series but the last episodes are kinda mid. Idk it just got boring, if I were to recommend the series I would say watch til the episode that is just Pamela talking to those lawyers, and Tommy doesn't even show up. I think that's my fav episode and I also feel like it's a good ending to the whole thing. The actual ending is like babez I don't care that Seth Rogen regretted it after his wife told him it was a bad thing. Also, when did they get married and had a whole divorce. Did I miss that? Or what. Cause I thought it was just a one-sided crush. Anyways, I liked how the series touched on the issue like it's worse for Pam cause she's a woman, but it barely showed Tommy being abusive. It did show it for like 3 minutes in the last episode I think. And I understand that this is just the story of the tapes but it's also the story of their relationship. If u focus so much on how the relationship began and then not how it ended cause it was abusive, then what's the point?

In terms of other stuff, I've watched. So as u might have guessed by all the words I use. I am in fact and famously a Tiktok girli. And I've only seen this film cause I've been bombarded by edits on Tiktok, and babes let me tell u, it is in fact not the vibes. I watched Fresh with the sexy actor from Pam and Tommy. Or at least I think it's him. I swear there are like 3 men that all look the same and sometimes I get confused. Anyway, I gave fresh a 4/10 or maybe a 3, idk, still debating. Because it was indeed not fresh at all. To give some context I had no idea what the movie was about. What I saw on TikTok was just the scene where they dance and she's wearing that crusty pink dress (it is a cute dress but it doesn't go with her aesthetic at all and ik that's the point cause he got it for her, but at the same time, he and his house have the same vibes and aesthetic as her, so it makes no scene for him to get her this dress. On a separate note I would slay in that dress).

From what I saw I could already tell that the film would be giving 'You' vibes, but that was just a guess cause I hadn't seen the trailer. The movie was very very very predictable. But listen, I pride myself on not being a film bro and not judging everything. However, in this case, I was right to judge. I'll start with the things I liked. I loved the whole 70's aesthetic. It slayed and if u disagree, u are wrong babes. However. I hated when they cut back to the like modern world. I get it the film is not set in the 70s and not every environment looks like a '70s home or restaurant. But they could have made an effort to make everything match the vibes and they didn't. This is another thing, why didn't they just make it in the '70s. Like I understand the commentary they were trying to make to be like this stuff still happens nowadays. But yeah I don't really know how to fix it, this isn't my film. Also, I liked the sexy actor. He was indeed very good looking. The performance, however. Let's just say I had some thoughts. I think that right from the beginning he was acting like a complete psycho. Again I understand that's the point, but if u want me to believe that this woman saw nothing wrong with him, then u gotta make me believe as well. Like I'm sorry but if he wasn't a red flag from the beginning idk what is. Also the whole thing he was trying to do like act all crazy and excited. Babes this isn't the shining, relax. The main girl was fine Ig, don't have much to say about her.

Now for the big critique. This film thinks it's so smart but it isn't. This film thinks the commentary it's giving us the most subtle and outstanding piece of art. However, it falls flat on its head. This is a very stupid piece of media with this type of commentary. The characters just say stuff like oh it isn't your fault that u ended up in this situation, it's their fault, it's always their fault. Babes chill, I already knew that, u don't need to say it. Like this man is a predator and we don't need to be told this, we don't need him to acc eat women to understand this. We don't need to be told that this happens and that it's not women's fault for not being careful. And then again when she goes on the date with the first guy and he says flat out oh the women in your mom's generation wore dresses instead of sweaters. Babes ur like missing all the nuance of modern-day misogyny. Like if this was set in the 70's I might accept that a man acc says this on a date, cause his mom was probably pregnant in the 50's so it would kinda make sense. But nowadays, like bestie ur mom was pregnant in the '90s or '00s like what. If there was a time to wear low rise jeans it was the 90s. Imagine him saying, oh u know ur mom would have worn juicy couture for this date and that would have been much classier than a sweater. If he said that I would be on his side. This crusty is indeed correct. But u know what a mean, the commentary is just stupid and missing every mark. This film did not understand the assignment. Oh, another thing that I think it's stupid is the like satanic shit and Illuminate wtv. Like yeah, I get it sexual assault and modern social women's issues are about power and power being distributed in a way that hurts women. But u don't need to make it about this 1% of the 1%. They acc say that in the film. I can't. But yeah I think this film just acts like a much worse version of 'You', if u want something good where u can acc feel conflicted cause u see the predator as a good guy but also as a bad guy watch 'You'. Oh another thing that is stupid, is the film uses every opportunity it gets to make commentary but when it comes to people of colour it just completely forgets about them. I was like -_-. So we're not gonna touch on the fact that minority women just have it much worse than white women. Okay, u do u ig. Also what's up with the cherries, was that some sort of reference I don't get.

Speed run reviews. I watched Cannibal Holocaust, don't ask me why I just did. Gave it a 4/10. For a movie with cannibalism in the title, there was more violence against women than acc cannibalism. I was acc impressed cause most of it touches on like colonialism. To be fair it's more about colonialism than cannibalism. I acc liked how it was portrayed, that like these people from big cities come in and they think the native people are dumb just cause and they destroy everything and hurt their women and all of this. I might change it to a 5 acc. idk.

I think theese gifs are from a dif movie.

Big Little Lies. I watched, loved it, it slays. 7/10. I don't have much to say about it. I like how every character feels believable as well as the relationship between them., The music is nostalgia bait, but it's not nostalgia from my generation so I was here for it. I also like the visual aesthetic, very depressive beach vibes. Also can someone tell me if Nicole Kidman is wearing a wig. I swear thats a wig

One of us is lying 7/10. I only watched it to pass the time. However, it was surprisingly entertaining. I liked the characters and the romance. The stoner guy is the epidemy of ugly hot and I was here for it. And for a Netflix teen show, I found that most of the teens acc dress like real-life teens from the generation. Ik it seems like a stupid thing to point out but when u acc start to pay attention to the clothes of these shows, it's so tragic. Why do u think euphoria became so popular. The mystery was also pretty cool, I liked the fact that u are trying to figure it out with them, but I always found the ex-boyfriend sus.

House of Gucci, I had very big expectations for this and I did enjoy it, just not as much as I thought. I love Lady Gaga and Adam Driver is very sexy and not crusty at all. I love the transformation both of their characters go thru. She is indeed a bad bitch except for the killing ur husband part, and he was a very sweet guy until he became a crust lord. The music if I'm not wrong was nostalgia bait, either way, I don't really care. The visuals were fine, nothing too outstanding. Like it's Ridley Scot I think so it looks good u know. I think I was just expecting more coming from a film about a fashion house. Idk kinda mid to me. I gave it a 6/10. Also, it is quite long but it didn't feel like it.

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. The most recent one by Netflix. This was boring as hell. I don't even know what to say about it. 2/10. I wish they were a cult, that would have been so much more fun.

What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? She became a girl boss, that's what happen. Now for real, I watched this in class and I loved it. 9/10. The music, the visuals, the acting, the commentary, everything about this movie slays. Acc 10/10.

I do have one more review but I'll be doing it separately. Also, I'm still editing when I finish I'll post the link.

[e1e4n0r5]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

            Quite a long one this time! 😁😁

Someone shakes your leg to wake you.

“Come on, sleepyhead, rise and shine!”

The room is flooded with light and you have to turn your head into your pillow to save your retinas from being burned away.

“What the fuck?” you mumble.

“Let’s go, baby, we got a big day ahead of us!”

“Big day?” You open your eyes and blurrily look around the room. Negan is sitting on the bed in front of you, hair damp from the shower, with only a towel around his waist. Even in your foggy morning state, you feel the tell-tale thrums of arousal.

Negan obviously notices. He grins widely, “Morning, doll.”

“Fuck off,” you groan, rolling onto your back. Your baby kicks inside you, obviously not happy about the sudden change of position. You grimace.

Negan notices that too. He rests a hand gently on your bump. “Morning, kiddo. Don’t kick your mum, okay? It's not her fault she has to get up now.”

Like a miracle, your baby stops its assault. Your face must be a picture because Negan laughs.

“We got ourselves a proper little daddy’s boy or girl already! Hey, that reminds me – what are you hoping for? Boy or girl?”

You sit up. “I’ll settle for healthy.” You look at him after a second. “Do you have a preference?”

He shrugs. “I don't know. It would be cool to have a son, someone to play ball with, maybe run this place after I'm gone. On the other hand, a baby girl all swaddled up in pink blankets, with your eyes peaking up at me... I'd spoil her rotten, too.”

Hearing Negan talk that way, in such a loving and paternal way... It was strange, so far from the brutal leader you knew him as. It was sweet, but it was also quite grounding, reminding you of the fact that it was his child you were carrying. For the past 5 months, that baby had been yours and yours alone. And now you almost felt like you were having to share the experience with someone.

You shake your head. You’re being silly.

“Why do we have a big day ahead? What’s going on?”

“We're going on a little field trip.”

He helps you stand when you hold out your hand. “Field trip?”

“Yup. We're gonna go see what your friends have to offer us.”

And just like that, the warm fuzzy feeling in you evaporated. You watch as he heads into the bathroom to comb his hair in front of the mirror. “We’re going back to Alexandria? Already?”

“We are indeed, darlin’.”

“How long have I been asleep? Simon said you were giving them a week; it's only been 3 days.”

“And?”

You scoff and fold your arms. “Why have you moved up the schedule? What if they don’t have a lot to offer?”

“Do they not have a lot to offer?” he asks you in a leading tone of voice. You know what he's doing.

If you say no, that Alexandria doesn't have a lot of supplies, then Negan will probably kill someone, to ‘encourage’ the others to gather more stuff. If you say yes, that Alexandria does have a lot of stuff, then that justifies Negan moving up the schedule, and may even make him take more men.

You settle for saying nothing. “Why are you bringing me?”

He laughs, heading back into the bedroom. “Really, sweetheart? You don’t know why I'd ask you to come along?”

“No, I can think of several reasons; I’m just wondering which one you're thinking of.”

“Well, why don’t you tell me why you think I’m bringing you, and I'll tell you if you’re right?” he challenges, leaning against one of the bed posts.

You roll your eyes. “I'll show you mine if you show me yours?”

He winks and chuckles, thumbing the top of the towel around his waist. “Shall I, darlin’?”

You glare at him. “Why not, I haven’t laughed in a while.”

Negan straightens up, clearly angry. “Low, Y/N, very low.”

“Just like my expectations when I married you.”

He takes a step forward. “You're on your way to going over my knee, sweetheart.”

You dramatically run your hands over your pregnant belly. “You can’t do that, I'm pregnant,” you mock.

“We'll see what Dr Carson says about a man disciplining his cocky, pregnant wife.”

“He'd probably insist on watching, ‘to make sure you weren’t too rough with me’.”

Negan sighs with fake sadness. “That man needs some pussy.”

“Well, he's not having mine.”

“Damn straight! You’re mine and mine alone, sweetheart.”

You hum thoughtfully. “Too bad I can’t say the same.”

“Here you go,” Negan says cheerfully as he hands you a handgun.

You look at it, then look up at your husband. “Why are you giving me this?”

“Why wouldn’t I give you a gun?” he shrugs. The two of you walk over to Negan’s favourite black truck. He opens the passenger side door for you, and gestures for you to climb up.

“Uh, because I could shoot you in the head?” you ask sarcastically, staying where you are.

He just chuckles. “Yeah, right. You’re not going to shoot me, darlin’.”

“You seem really sure of that,” you joke, but then pause. Over Negan’s shoulder, you see Dwight pushing someone in a jumpsuit with an A painted on it. When the person turns a little and their eyes meet yours, your blood runs cold.

“Daryl?”

You try push past Negan, but he’s stronger than you. “Hold up, sweetheart-”

“What is he doing here? What are you doing to him?!” you shout.

“Y/N,” Negan grips your upper arms firmly, “that’s none of your business why he’s here. Now, get in the truck, and let’s go.”

You look him in the eye coldly. “Get your fucking hands off me.”

He lets you go with a cold look of his own. “Get in the truck.”

“This conversation isn’t over,” you promise him.

The truck pulls up outside Alexandria, and Negan rubs his hands together in excitement, looking like a kid in a candy shop.

“Here we go!”

He practically jumps out of the truck, waiting outside for you to scooch across the seat, and help you out from the high truck. When you brush yourself off and give him a nod, he heads over to the main gate. Him walking out gives everyone else the signal to start getting out of their trucks, and soon, all forty Saviours are ready to move in.

You watch Negan swagger over to the closed gate, whistling happily as he goes. When he gets close enough, he gives a dramatic ‘dun-dun-dun-da!’ and raps Lucille on the gate three times.

“Little pig, little pig, let me in!”

There’s no noise on the other side, and you grow more tense with every passing second. Someone eventually pushes back the inner cloth gate. Shit. It’s Spencer.

“Well?” Negan prompts.

Spencer shifts, putting his hands on his hips. “Uh, who are you?” Seriously? He’s trying to play Mr Big Shot now?

Negan laughs. “Oh, you better be jokin’! Negan, Lucille. I know I had to make a pretty strong first impression.”

Just as you’re about to step forward to calm things down, Rick comes up from behind Spencer. He gives Negan a long look, who just grins back.

“Well, hello there.” There’s a pause, and no-one moves. “Do not make me have to ask,” he adds in a deadly voice.

Rick ducks his head. “You said a week. You’re early.” He steps forward and opens the second gate.

When the gate’s open, Negan tilts his head and smiles. “I missed you,” he teases.

You hear snarling coming from behind the truck, and your head whips round on instinct. It’s coming up alongside the truck, probably heading straight for Negan. He’s clocked the walker, too, so you relax.

“Hey, Rick, come on out here, watch this. Callin’ it!” he shouts, readying Lucille. When the walker is close enough to him, Negan kills it with a single swing of his bat. He laughs proudly. “Easy peasy, lemon squeezy!”

The walker fell to the ground only a few feet from you, and Rick notices you for the first time. You give him a sad but reassuring smile; reassuring him that you’re alright, but silently apologising for anything that will happen in the day.

Negan starts talking to Rick, but his eyes are only on you, Daryl, and the imposing Saviours. “Hey, Rick? You see that? What I just did? That is some service! I mean, we almost get turned away at the gate. Who is that guy anyway?” he points to Spencer. “Do I get mad? Do I throw a fit? Do I bash some ginger’s dome in? Nope! I just take care of one of these dead pricks that coulda killed one of y’all.” He grins and gives a small bow. “Service!”

He laughs, giving Lucille a swing. “Come on, sweetheart,” he turns and calls to you. “You can give me a tour of your old stomping grounds. Maybe we could make out on your couch,” he grins.

You say nothing but move forward. When you’re level with Negan, he puts his free hand on the small of your back, shoving Lucille at Rick with the other.

“Hold this,” he orders the other man. He says to you, “So, where’s good to eat around here?”

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[thelocalshooter]

The Local Shooter Vs. B-LIFE

(LS) Hello thank you being apart of a great come up and welcome, may we get a small introduction for the people reading who don’t know who you are, where are you from? Who are you? And what do you do?

(B) I'm B-L1FE or B to most. I am an Indiana native but for the last 4 years I've been in the Houston, TX area. I do everything except make beats. I'm a recording artist myself, I engineer, DJ, design, visuals, animations, curate. To add to all that I'm also the CEO of my own record label, FAITH×VICTORY Records. I also am the CEO of three other companies: SupportArt which is a promotion company that also houses a collective, and MeditatedMerch which is my clothing line. There is stuff I'm missing I'm sure but I'm basically the one stop shop for good underground business.

(LS) Being a Texas native how do you feel that the music scene has impacted you and your creativeness?

(B) The scene in the H has never really impacted me much but surround regions have amazingly unique sounds that are almost nice accents to a style like mine that blends hip hop with metal and alt rock. The Dallas FT. Worth area is full of this new wave sound that people like Jah or $not really helped catapult. Then south Florida is known for the wild hype sounds they give us like Pouya. I think these regions influenced me by just kind of telling me hey its ight to let go and just be me. I used to be signed under a different stage name and to be honest it was all bullshit. All the rules and what they wanted me to be. This area in general just let the monster loose I guess you could say.

(LS) You also run a blog on your own called supportart where its a platform for many creative artist in the underground, how did that come about and how long have you been running it?

(B) We are gonna be two years old in June which is unreal. We house 20 artists at the moment including myself. It honestly all started as a group chat of artists trying to put together a collective mixtape. Most people didnt come through but it actually opened a networking portal that led us to our first client who was King Kap who at the time was signed to Quality Control. We continue to work with him to this day and alongside the leaders I make the calls with (Yung N ICy, Fat Daddy J, Psych Ward, Penny the Shabba, Waveon, wa55up, & Kaster) we just had the flood gates opened on us. Alot of trial and error but never once have we been exposed or finessed. We work hard for the underground and have new ways coming soon to showcase hidden talent.

(LS) you seem to be a jack of all trades with graphics, producing, and much more! What do you feel is your strongest creative outlet for you and why?

(B) All the other crafts came from being a recording artist. I think I truly shine there. Away from the art and visuals, I've had some pretty big accomplishments as the rapper B-L1FE. Sometimes I forget to push my own stuff when I'm so busy pushing the underground or my artists. In 2019 I dropped my first and sophomore album which did well. Underviews did an article naming me a young mogul. I made the underground freshman list which was amazing to be with the likes of GNAR, Lord Xan, 916frosty, and more. But if anything compares it's my graphic design. I've been doing design since I was 14 and I'm almost 28 now. I still have every graphic I've done and my portfolio now have close to 6000 pieces. It's the main reason I could leave the day job life behind.

(LS) You also happen to be on all major platforms with a couple single releases, where did you first find your passion for music? Also how did you know that it was going to be a career for you?

(B) My parents didnt really do much parenting but they did raise me around terrific music. I have right now I believe 83 songs on all major platforms which is quite a bit since my contract from the previous record label didnt expire until April of 2018. My parents raised me around Dr. Dre, Bone Thugs, Snoop, Nas, Destinys Child, Master P, and all the greats. So I had this around me so much at 12 I started writing structured songs and didnt even realize it. Football was passion #1 but when I decided to rescend my commitment to Eastern Michigan University, I started toying around with being in a band. After awhile my vocal cords suffered from pure metal music. So I turned to rap which was also like a hobby. Then once I began to network in around 2012 I noticed I had something alot of others didnt. So it was then I knew. The rest was waiting for the contract I signed stupidly to expire. My biggest influences would be Chronic 2001 by Dr. Dre and Hybrid Theory by Linkin Park.

(LS) Your most recent single regurgitate and there’s a single called “Welcome To Hell” which did amazing numbers on Twitter! What was the whole process behind those songs and why did you pick that specific song to shows case the project?

(B) The process behind these two singles were both random to be honest. I put out my second EP back in December and wanted to take my time on my third album so I do what I call SINGLE SZN. I drop a new song on major platforms every week. It started with my first single of 2020 which was 'Never' and 'Welcome to Hell' was the second. With that one it was Angry Orphan's concept (featured artist) and he sent me his parts and a rough idea and I thought since we both are lyrical artists let's do what Em and Royce do when they collab and take these same schemes but change our words and small parts of our flows. It made a very cohesive song. The marketing is always the same for me. I let people know way before something drops that it's coming. The main key is promoting stuff more than once. So many people drop a track, run it through some group chats for that day, and then leave it to die. You gotta keep pushing content towards people. With 'Regurgitate' I hadn't even planned a part of it. I woke up to an email from SupportArt's head engineer, Penny the Shabba, that two beats. One was the beat for that song. Wrote it in 15 mins recorded it mixed it, he mastered it while I did the cover, and within 4 or so hours a full song was ready and off to distrubution.

(LS) What’s a regular day in the life of B-LIFE? Do you wake up in the morning go to the studio? Do you wake up in the morning and start interviewing people and check on your blog? What is the first thing you do when you wake up?

(B) The minute I wake up I need a shower. Cant start the day right without it. My studio and everything is at home so I just go off my daily planner. I keep everything written down including my own personal stuff and I usually pick whatever project I really dont wanna do to start. That way I'm getting through the 'blah' jobs with full energy and the shit I'll enjoy doing I save for later when I'm drained. Usually first thing I do business wise is touch base with my team. We use telegram so we can avoid social media. We a family so they come first. Next is clients. Always touch base with any clients waiting still or people I may have had halfway to the payment phase.

(LS) juggling music, blogs, graphics, and also a clothing brand how do you know when to find time for each creative outlet? Do you set a certain schedule for certain things? Do you have a certain day for certain things how does that work for you?

(B) I wish I knew. Everyday is dedicated to everything. I didnt want to say okay Tuesday we design only covers and logos but sell 5 videos the night before that Tuesday. I ask my clients for deadlines and bundle clients I tell them the timeframes. To be honest my turnaround is so quick and I've done this for so long I do it super fast. Some AMV clients get their video back in an hour with their mind blown. I try not to look at it as such a big work load. Whenever I do feel overwhelmed then its time for like 30 mins on the xbox or a jog. Somehow I never run out of creativity which certainly helps.

(LS) What’s your main goal as far as music? Do you plan on getting signed, are you looking to stay independent? Is music even your full on passion or are you looking to stay more on the blog and manager/artist development side or what is your main goal?

(B) Main goal is to get my label signed how Travis Scott did with Cactus Jack. It keeps the artist safe and in it's own way allows you to stay independent but with proper funding. Music is the main passion. I never say I manage my artists. We push them to build their own brands and we help them with that. I'm simply just keeping a platform all about love. The rest does it's own thing all by itself. Truly amazing.

(LS) Thank you again for being a part of this great come up, is there anything else you would like for the readers to know about you? Or should we keep our eyes peeled for anything to come in 2020? What are some links that you can share were new readers can go ahead and find your work?

(B) You can find everything related to be via my linktree which is linktr.ee/lifewitha1

Album 3's first single drops May 1st and you can already pre order it on Apple Music. Its titled 'Bob Ross' and ensomber produced it. Tune in. Tap in. We out here not just for us but for everybody with the it's always love approach. Just dont get shit twisted haha. You can find me everywhere but soundcloud. Bless up everybody and much love to The Local Shooter. Houston we strong!!

The Local Shooter Vs. B-L1FE